Does this skin look good?
Simon didn't know how to answer, but he felt pain.
So he said honestly, "This is skin that has been cut countless times. If skin had a soul, it would definitely feel pain."
After hearing this, Amei stared at Simon for a long time, then suddenly said, "Are you free tonight? I want to talk to you."
"It's expensive to talk to me."
"I know, you are the legendary doctor."
Then Simon understood.
In this world, he has only become a legend among monsters. This Amei must be a monster.
Simon took out his phone and dialed the number of a psychological clinic he had just met at a conference that afternoon.
Half an hour later, Simon sat in the borrowed clinic and looked at Amei carefully.
Amy also looked Simon up and down without any scruples.
"Are you the Simon who cured the snake demon, helped the mermaid ascend, and subdued the computer monster?"
Simon nodded.
Amei gave a strange laugh. She stood up, looked down at Simon, and asked with gritted teeth, "Can you cure me?!"
Simon said, "I don't know."
Amy suddenly burst into laughter, her neck stretched forward, at this moment her neck seemed to be pulled into a line, her body did not move, but her face was able to reach Simon's nose.
Simon smelled a faint scent of formalin, a smell he had only experienced when he was in medical school and visited the exhibition hall of human specimens.
Simon frowned slightly and was about to step back when Amei grabbed Simon's neck unexpectedly. The moment her hand just touched Simon's skin, a ray of light passed by, and Amei was bounced back and hit the wall directly.
At the same time, there was a soft snap. Simon looked down and saw that one of the nine jade beads on the bracelet given by his junior sister had broken.
It turns out that the junior sister is... Before Simon could figure out who the junior sister is, Amei, who was bounced against the wall, pounced on Simon again.
Simon is just a psychiatrist, not a demon slayer, so he chose to escape without hesitation.
But the door was closed. Simon tried several times but couldn't open it. When he was about to kick it again, Amei arrived again.
Simon turned around and saw Amei flying towards him in the air like a paper man, and a foul smell filled the entire room.
"Snap!" There was another soft sound, and another jade bead given by Junior Sister shattered.
Amei was bounced against the wall again.
The incandescent lamp hanging in the room was swaying left and right in the wind, and the shadows in the room also swayed with it, but Amei's shadow was sticking tightly to the wall with her.
The scene was extremely strange. Although Amei was a three-dimensional person, judging from her shadow, she looked like a piece of skin stuck to the wall.
Simon tried kicking the door again, but it didn't budge.
Amei, who was clinging to the wall, giggled. "You can't escape, you bastard! You...don't even think about escaping tonight!"
So Simon gave up completely and decided to go all out. He picked up the chair he had tripped over in his panic, sat on it, poured himself a glass of water, and recalled the turbulent mood he had felt when he first met Qingqing.
Isn't it just being beaten by patients? I remember when I was interning at the mental hospital, the 500 yuan monthly allowance was blatantly marked as "beating fee" in the salary column!
Simon took a sip from the cup and said simply, "Let me make it clear first, if you want treatment, sit down obediently. If you want to hit me, we can go to the venting room next door!"
Amei was pressed against the wall, her face horrible. Her face had already been distorted by many knife operations, and now she was pressing against the wall with a ferocious expression, which made her look even more distorted: "I want your life!"
Amei lunged at Simon again, and Simon calmly pulled out his phone and dialed 110 for help. 110 said they were a bit far away and told Simon to hold out for 15 minutes.
When Amei was once again bounced back by the huge force and the skin on her face was a little broken, Simon had completely gotten used to this weird monster that wanted to kill him.
"Tell me, why do you want to kill me? Maybe I can help you if you tell me." Simon squatted down and looked at Amei who was lying on the ground.
There are only five jade beads left on the bracelet given by my junior sister. The police will not arrive for a quarter of an hour. I might die in the line of duty soon, so I might as well work until the last second of my life.
Amei fell to the ground, her face and the back of her head pressed together, and the clothes she was wearing had long been thrown off. What appeared in front of Simon was a complete piece of hollowed-out human skin.
The scene was incredibly bizarre, speaking to a human skin lying on the ground, whose eyes could actually move. If Simon hadn't witnessed such grand scenes as snake spirits and mermaids, he would have probably fainted by now.
Amei glared at Simon fiercely and said, "Bah! I want you to die!!"
Simon felt that he could still save the situation, so he asked, "Do you want me to die, or do you want the man to die?"
Amei's ferocious eyes suddenly made him stunned. He couldn't think of the difference at all, so he said naturally: "Doctors like you, go to hell!!"
Amei fought again, and the jade beads in Simon's hand broke again.
Simon simply sat in a chair, took a clipboard, put a piece of A4 paper on it, and started working.
"So, you are a human skin monster, you were skinned to death, who killed you?" Simon felt that as a psychologist he was almost as good as Sherlock Holmes solving cases.
Amei collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath. She couldn't understand why this guy in front of her, an ordinary person, and the bracelet was just a basic defensive bracelet, could always cause such severe damage to her. Of course, that wasn't the point. The point was—this guy in front of her was about to die, yet he still dared to question her?
The most infuriating thing is that I, a monster who came for revenge, was actually chatting with my target with such gusto!!!
The villain dies because he talks too much. Amei said silently in her heart: But I am not a villain!
So in between breaths, Amei started talking.
"Who harmed me? Hahaha, you actually asked who harmed me? It was a psychologist like you!" Amei snorted and cursed fiercely.
Foul words and vulgar language came pouring out, and Simon heard a general idea amidst the angry shouting.
As we all know, if a psychologist has an affair with his or her patients, it is a professional ethics issue, and institutions with strict supervision abroad will have their licenses revoked.
But doctors are also human beings. If they are truly in love, making a mistake occasionally does not mean that they are scumbags. But the person Amei mentioned is a jerk.
She was only 19 years old that year and had just entered university. Because she had a broken heart, she went to the school's psychological counseling room.
The psychology teacher was about thirty years old and had some professional knowledge. He quickly won Amei's trust. Then, the man took the opportunity to possess Amei and told her that this was a good way to cure her heartbreak.
At first, the man showed patience and concern, so Amei believed his lies and went to see him twice a week and paid him money. It seemed that the other party's care and patience really healed Amei's trauma of heartbreak. Within a few months, Amei felt that life was not bad and the pain of the past was gone.
But three months later, when Amei went to find the man again, she unexpectedly discovered that the man who had been caring for her a few days ago had become indifferent and ruthless, and told her coldly: The treatment is over, you are not allowed to come again!
"Damn treatment! It's nothing more than him sleeping with me every time, in all kinds of perverted ways!" Amei's face became extremely distorted. She stared at Simon viciously. The smell of formaldehyde filled the entire treatment room along with her anger.
Simon sighed inwardly. People like that were truly the scum of this industry! He wrote the man's name on a piece of paper, which was then torn into pieces by Amei. Amei then spread out her entire skin, twisted it into a rope of human skin, and wrapped it around Simon.
"I can't kill you psychologists!" Amei grinned.
After a clear snap, only one jade bead remained on the bracelet on Simon's wrist.
"Hahaha! Hahaha! Your defense bracelet can only be used for the last time!" Amei fell on the coffee table, her soft skin hanging from the coffee table to the floor, with only a head and long hair on the head floating everywhere.
"Yeah, I'm dying!" Simon said calmly, giving up recording. He propped his chin up with his hand and said, "Tell a dying person how much you hate psychiatrists."
How much hatred?
Amei stared straight at Simon. The young man in the white shirt looked exactly like her enemy, completely indifferent!
Amei will never forget that day when it rained heavily and she waited downstairs in the school's psychological counseling room for the entire night.
The result of her night of waiting was that the doctor she once trusted, loved, and paid for every visit had a new love! This new love was a new schoolmate who suffered from depression.
At that moment, Amei couldn't believe what she saw.
How could this happen? How could this happen! Later she realized that she was not the first, and certainly not the last.
Amei was dissatisfied and went to call the police, but she was humiliated in return.
The police did not understand psychotherapy. When they heard that this young girl was willing to go to the other party every week and even gave him money to sleep with her, they all showed meaningful smiles.
This kind of smile made Amei unable to stay in the police station for even a second.
She had already been hurt once by a broken heart, and again during that so-called "psychological treatment." She didn't want to revisit her wounds again, either at the police station or in court. Furthermore, under current domestic law, since she was an adult and had consensual sex, there was no basis for filing a case.
She decided to seek an explanation herself.
She cornered the man in the counselor's office and threatened to make the matter public.
But the gentle man who had made Amei obedient and comfortable was gone.
The man's face was extremely ugly. He looked Amei up and down with disgust in his eyes: "Go and tell me, tell me how every time you came here before, you begged me to love you and sleep with you. Besides, I got tired of you like this after sleeping with you three times. It was very considerate of me to take care of your feelings and sleep with you for so long, okay!"
That year, Amei completely collapsed.
She didn't know who to trust in this world or who to ask for help.
When the person she should trust the most hurts her so badly, this world is no longer worth staying in.
Amei had plastic surgery and had many operations all over her body. When she felt the pain in her body, it was able to slightly relieve the pain in her heart.
When she looked in the mirror and saw her perfect face and figure, as well as her unrecognizable appearance, she made another appointment with the doctor who had hurt her.
They met in a small cafe. The lecherous man was fascinated by Amei as soon as he saw her. His fingertips lingered across Amei's face, and he praised her with admiration. He also invited Amei to his home in the name of psychological counseling.
Of course Amei accepted the invitation and went. She hid a dagger in her purse, intending to stab the scumbag's throat and die together with him.
Amei followed the man and slowly walked into his basement clinic.
The tightly closed, rusty door opened, revealing a worn-out examination chair under the dim light.
The man closed the door behind her, then easily snatched the dagger from her hand.
"Amei, I know you are!" The man grinned and put his hand into Amei's skirt. "This time, if you come in, you can never leave!"
"You want to ask me how I recognized you? Don't forget, your psychological characteristics and micro-expressions didn't change when we just talked!"
The man easily took possession of Amei again and imprisoned her.
When Amei woke up again, she found herself tied to an operating table.
The man was wearing a blue surgical gown, with a shadowless light shining above his head, and the scalpel in his hand gleaming coldly.
"You've had plastic surgery, changed your face, and changed your identity, and you want to seek revenge on me? Haha!" The man laughed, and with the sharp scalpel, he made a neat incision on Amei's body. "Just give me a piece of human skin!"
Amei gritted her teeth and turned her head to look, only to find that in this underground clinic, there were huge glass jars placed around, with human skins floating on top of each other.
"abnormal!!!"
"Hey, now you know I'm a pervert! If I weren't a pervert, why would I study psychology?" The man didn't care. The dying screams and tears of despair were the most beautiful symphony in his heart.
Amei didn't wait until her skin was completely peeled off.
When she saw her skin being peeled off from her body and being lifted into the air, even able to let in light, she gritted her teeth, held back her last tear, and died with great resentment.
The author has something to say: Thank you all for your continued support. After almost a year, when I look back, I find that there are many places in this article that need to be revised.
So the entire text has been revised, but the basic character settings have not changed.
The stories of the snake spirit Qingqing, Mr. Mermaid, and the computer monster remain largely the same. The current story, originally about the narcissistic demon Kong Ming, has now been changed to the story of Painted Skin.
I hope you like it. Previous readers can start directly from Painted Skin 1. Of course, if you are interested, you can also start from the beginning and read it again.
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