Chapter 698: She really doesn’t understand the world of people with emotional disorders.
That night.
Bian Zhi asked Zhou Suihuai to accompany a few crazy people from the Huo family to drink.
She sat in the office and ordered An Xinran, "Help me get that beard."
"Yes, that one."
"And then contour powder."
"Finally, the dough is shaped."
An Xinran looked at Bian Zhi in a daze, "You are..."
Bian Zhi smiled like a little fox and said frankly, "Let me tell you, I suffered from depression when I was a child."
An Xinran nodded and watched as Bian Zhi's skillful hands gradually transformed her into the face of a man she didn't recognize at all.
Having depression?
Then what?
Do you have a fetish for cross-dressing men?
An Xinran was full of questions.
Bian Zhi looked at An Xinran's dazed expression and smiled. "What are you thinking about? I mean, because I suffered from depression when I was a child, and later I learned that Zhou Suihuai had bipolar disorder, I found this mood disorder quite interesting. When I was the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital, I also saw many patients with mood disorders."
Hearing this, An Xinran was stunned.
What--
"You, you still think you're the director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital?!"
"Then what is the prescription that the Chinese doctor gave you today?"
"Oh, that quack doctor! What a lousy prescription he prescribed! I'm not planning on taking it. Let's not talk about him now," Bian Zhi frowned. "People who have been sick for a long time tend to become irritable and depressed. So I thought of recording all the extreme manifestations of these people with emotional problems when their emotions get out of control. I'd record how they lose control, what the symptoms are, and how they can get their emotions back to normal. I'd then compile them into a book. That way, I can help more people with emotional illnesses find relief."
An Xinran listened to Bian Zhi's words in a daze, and thought that what she said sounded so awesome.
Is the academic genius's thinking ability so unique?
"But, what does that have to do with your cross-dressing?"
Bian Zhi looked at his completely transformed self in the mirror and smiled. "There are people from our Poison Scorpion in the North American prison. I'll change my clothes and go in to meet Li Hongyao."
An Xinran was stunned.
After a long time, he looked at Bian Zhi who had finished cleaning up and asked blankly, "Du, will people from Duxie go to jail too?"
Isn’t it said that his fighting power and IQ are off the charts?
"Oh," Bian Zhi replied casually, "Those guys said that the prison is quiet and there's not so much trouble. When there are missions, they come out, and when there are no missions, they create in there. There are not many normal people in the Scorpion. You'll know when you see them."
An Xinran was amazed.
Sure enough, people with high IQs are all a little bit mentally ill.
And he is willing to go to jail.
However, when An Xinran saw Bian Zhi about to go out, she thought of what Li You said on the phone when Bian Zhi was talking to him, "I'm scared."
An Xinran grabbed Bian Zhi's wrist, and when Bian Zhi turned around, she looked at him calmly, "Can you take me with you?"
Bian Zhi looked at An Xinran, but didn't ask what An Xinran was going to do. He just changed the man's clothes and took him to the outskirts of the prison.
An Xinran tugged at Bian Zhi's sleeve, "Why are you standing here so blatantly waiting for help?"
She thought she would have to be sneaky like in the movies.
"This is North America, where gun ownership is legal and the government is incredibly corrupt. If you have money, you can dominate this land. Besides, it's just a one-night stand."
As he was speaking, two people walked out from the inner circle.
"They all shouted to Bian Zhi, 'Boss.'"
One of them was holding a computer and said to Bian Zhi lazily, "Boss, I'm at the climax of writing this novel tonight. Please go back quickly. My readers are still waiting for my update."
Bian Zhi waved his hand and walked in with the dumbfounded An Xinran.
On the way in, An Xinran pointed at the man at the door and asked, "You're from Poison Scorpion, and you're also writing novels?"
"Well," Bian Zhi looked at the landmarks along the way and walked into the prison. "This kid studied ancient culture and was interested in tomb robbing. He first wrote a novel, which became a hit because it was so realistic. It attracted a lot of attention. At the first trial, he confessed. But then he found prison a perfect place for writing, so he refused to leave. After he was released, he found something else to get him in. He basically said that prison is his mother's home in this life. Except when he has a mission, he usually doesn't leave."
An Xinran had been struck by lightning and nodded in understanding.
Bian Zhi took his men in, gave some money to the prison guards, and went to the prison where Li Hongyao was.
There are five other people inside besides Li Hongyao.
When he saw Bian Zhi and An Xinran come in, he glanced them up and down and found that they were obviously two women.
These men haven't had sex for a long time. Although Bian Zhi and An Xinran put on makeup and their fair skin can no longer be seen, these men are already eager to try it.
Bian Zhi looked at the men with a smile, and sat down on the bed at the door as soon as he entered. An Xinran stood beside Bian Zhi, her palms covered with sweat because of nervousness.
Li Hongyao was sleeping, lying in the most comfortable position.
Li Hongyao was lying on his back. His back was very broad and he was very sturdy. His shirt was wrapped around his body, tight and hard. One could imagine the considerable strength beneath his muscles.
"Hey - that woman from there, she stared at our boss as soon as she walked in. Let me tell you, our boss doesn't like this kind of thing. Otherwise, just follow me, and it won't be in vain for you to come here."
As he spoke, a man reached out and put his hand on Bian Zhi's face.
An Xinran's heart tightened, and just as she was about to stop him, she saw Bian Zhi raise his hand and pinch a certain acupoint on the man's wrist with two fingers.
"ah!!!!"
"ah!!!"
The howling of pigs being slaughtered echoed in the narrow prison cell.
"Heroine!"
The man was very tall, but because his vitals were pinched, he knelt down on the spot, cold sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, and finally his whole body trembled.
"Have mercy, lady!"
“Mercy!”
“Mercy!”
The man's body was shaking violently, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.
When the man lost control of his consciousness and trembled, Bian Zhi casually let go of his hand. She didn't even look at the person on the ground, but stared at Li Hongyao, who had sat up and was startled by the noise, with a half-smile.
"It has nothing to do with you," Bian Zhi took out a wet wipe from his pocket and wiped his fingers, his tone light and intimidating. "Of course, if there are still people who don't believe it, then go ahead and try. I'm here to find you."
When saying the last sentence, Bian Zhi was looking at Li Hongyao.
At this moment, An Xinran really admired Bian Zhi.
Because this Li Hongyao was very different from what she had imagined.
The man's muscles were bulging all over his body, his eyes were filled with madness and violence, and his brows were tightly furrowed, like an angry wild lion ready to fight.
Although he was just sitting on the bed, he still gave people a strong sense of shock.
For the first time, An Xinran felt how important people with emotional disorders and violent tendencies are.
The other party's cold and stern aura followed their every move like a shadow. At this moment, An Xinran felt like she was a prey being stared at by the other party, unable to move and without any resistance.
An Xinran clenched her hands and found that her palms were covered with a layer of cold sweat.
She looked at Bian Zhi, worried that Bian Zhi was emotionally troubled.
result--
It seems that it was indeed affected.
But what does it mean to be more eager and spirited than the other person?!
An Xinran closed her eyes.
very good.
She really doesn't understand the world of people with emotional illness.
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