Crazy Psychologist

In a short moment, just a drop of water fell on the stone platform, and a drop of tears fell into the heart.

The man's heart suddenly contracted, like a shriveled orange. After only a few thousandths of a second, the heart expanded again. This time he could clearly feel that the expanded heart isolated all the blood in the body. This was the sign of death. It seems that the blood is outside the heart, and the heart is empty. All senses are lost, and there is neither pain nor happiness.

That's it, this is what I want most. It turns out that death is so satisfying. No wonder so many people choose to give up life.

Survive? No, I don’t want to live anymore, I decided to die, go die.

He stood with his feet on the edge of the rooftop. The concrete floor was covered with layers of uneven black asphalt. The rooftop was not flat and clean. Behind the man was a dilapidated old-fashioned washing machine. The man thought that if the washing machine were bigger, maybe it could be used. Be a narrow coffin.

At this time, he was still thinking wildly, and he himself admired it.

Look, I'm a nice man, no, I'm a waste, a waste that can't be detected by the simplest scam, but I love her!

The front half of his feet were already sticking out of the ground. The wind on the rooftop was indeed as strong as what he saw in the TV series. The man's slightly curly hair swayed gently in the wind. If the wind was stronger, he thought, maybe he didn't need to jump, he just needed to jump. The body is completely relaxed and you only need to completely forget your own existence to enter another dimension.

Damn, death is not difficult at all.

The man gently lifted his foot and carefully moved another centimeter outward. After this centimeter movement, the wind on the rooftop seemed to have increased by two levels, and the man clearly felt that his heart suddenly began to beat violently again.

Obviously not afraid at all, obviously not caring at all, just like an infatuated man who is determined to bring a relationship to a successful conclusion. At this moment, he just wanted to jump properly.

Fear? What could he have to fear?

On the other side, a man with a throbbing chest trudged up the seventy steps, passed six rows of dusty windows, and checked the ground outside the windows six times.

The iron door of the rooftop creaked as the man who could barely breathe was pushed open from the corridor. Then he held on to the severe pain in his chest - the pain that drained his chest and walked step by step towards the figure on the rooftop.

He walked past the washing machine and past the garbage piles filled with various cardboard boxes and Styrofoam boxes. He walked with a limp and an odd gait, as if he was disabled. His eyes did not leave the man who was about to jump off the building for a millisecond, as if his eyes were turned into a rope by his gaze. One end of the rope was pulling the man who was about to give up his life, and the other was holding a man who was walking in extremely ugly steps, almost unable to do anything. A man walking normally.

The latter is none other than Muchun.

It had been a long time since he had felt that someone was about to commit suicide. The last time he felt such severe pain was because Ding Jiajun planned to commit suicide. Although it had been a year, but every time this feeling appeared, Muchun felt as if he had died once and suffered in every way.

Suicide would never be allowed as long as he noticed the clues.

No religious thought could change his obsession. As long as he wanted to die, he would never be allowed to do so.

Muchun himself didn't know why he was so persistent, or maybe he just hated suicide and people who committed suicide.

It is shameful to hate one's own patients. As a doctor, such thoughts are disgraceful, but Mu Chun really hates it. He hates all forms of suicide.

Suddenly, after his heart returned to normal movement, Muchun shouted: "It is forbidden to jump from the building here."

The man staggered and waved his arms, like a bird flapping in a typhoon. Then in order to maintain his center of gravity, the man unconsciously stepped back. Now, he was half a meter away from the boundary between death and survival.

How could there be someone here, maybe a ghost?

I've already jumped!

"I said, you are really a troublesome person." Muchun put his hands on the ground, regardless of the dirt on the ground, and sat on the ground as if he was almost exhausted.

The dark clouds were low, the night was not clear, there were no lights on the rooftop, and the two men were both wearing black shirts, so neither could see the other clearly.

"What's going on with you? Are you here to jump off the building too?" The man who jumped off the building laughed. It was so funny. He didn't expect that he could still wear clothes after jumping off the building.

"You took my place. I come here every day to practice jumping off the building."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Practicing jumping off a building? Can this thing be practiced? Can you still survive if you jump?" The man replied angrily. Let alone jumping off a building, he couldn't even think of the incident that made him heartbroken and heartbroken. A dead woman, but he hasn't realized all this yet. He is still struggling with why he failed to dance.

"Well, it's just practice. Why do you care why I want to practice this? I rented this venue from the property management company. If you want to jump from here, you can just give me 500 yuan first."

Under the dim moonlight, Muchun stretched out his hand, palm facing up, as if asking for money.

"What? Are you crazy about money?" the man yelled.

"You are crazy about wanting to die. It doesn't matter whether you are occupying someone else's space or not. If you really jump from here, I will be scolded to death by the property owner here. The property owner will also lose his job because he is lazy at work. The old man’s family is in poor condition. There is an old lady at home who is paralyzed in bed, and a daughter suffers from three types of cancer. The monthly treatment cost is more than 30,000 yuan. The old man was hit by a car last month and his knee was shattered. By the way. , and his wife, who had a cerebral infarction and was sent to the hospital last week. The old man only relies on this income. If you just jump on it, he will be unemployed and I can't afford it."

"What? There are still people who are so miserable? Are you kidding me?"

"I'm not kidding you, was there an iron door when you came up? Here is the key," Mu Chun said, taking out a bunch of keys from his pocket and throwing them at the man.

"What's this?"

"Key, if you think what I'm telling you is nonsense, go down and see if there's a lock on the iron door. I forgot to lock the door when I came here to play yesterday, thinking that there's no one cleaning the water tank in this building recently. Notice, it shouldn’t be a big deal if you forget to lock the door, but look, something will happen if there are people like you coming up and trying to do bad things on my territory.”

"You did bad things, I jumped off the building, why did you do bad things?"

"Five hundred yuan, give me five hundred yuan to rent the venue first." Muchun made a five with force, and then shook it in the air with force.

"You are crazy about money."

"Also, you only have five minutes, one minute is one hundred, five minutes is five hundred, and the overtime fee is three hundred per minute."

"Why don't you rob a bank?"

The man is angry. Will he believe this kind of blackmail? I just want to make five hundred yuan, is this a dream? He won't give it.