Simon weighed the pros and cons in his mind and decided to point out the mistake.
Simon raised his head, his lips curled up slightly as he looked at the snake demon. He tried to gently interrupt the snake demon's fantasy of eating him alive and pointed out the snake demon's logical error: "You don't usually chew when you eat, right?"
"What!?" The snake spirit, immersed in the delicious food, was stunned.
"What you just said, 'It's not like raw beef that gets stuck in your teeth. It's definitely chewier than raw chicken.' This is so strange. You usually eat raw food and don't chew it. Why would you worry about the problem of food getting stuck in your teeth?" Simon asked.
"Ah..." The snake demon was speechless for a moment.
Simon pressed on: "Have you ever tried Dongpo pork?"
"Ah..." The snake demon was speechless. She had obviously never eaten it before.
That wasn't the end of it. Simon searched his junior high biology knowledge and came up with a deadly answer: "A snake's tongue is its organ of smell, and snakes don't have a sense of taste at all. So, what the hell is that 'let my taste buds fully enjoy'?"
The snake demon was hit so hard that he collapsed on the sofa and couldn't calm down for a long time.
Qingqing felt that her worldview had been overturned: I actually have no sense of taste!!!
The confused snake spirit sat on the sofa in the psychotherapy room like a wooden chicken. He had no interest in eating people at all. Only one sentence kept repeating in his mind over and over again - Am I a fake snake?
When Qingqing walked out of the clinic, she felt a little staggering and almost tripped over the stairs. It was Simon's strong hands that supported her in time.
"Doctor, I suddenly... I don't know why, but I suddenly don't want to eat humans anymore," Qingqing said weakly. "Actually, I've always wanted to eat humans because I think they're delicious, but you told me today that I have no sense of taste..."
So, as for cannibalism—just give it up! I don't have a sense of taste anyway! Everything tastes the same!
The snake demon staggered away, looking back every few steps.
However, Simon happily took the four hundred dollars, turned off the lights in the clinic, ended his work for the day, and prepared to go home.
Simon's home is next to the psychological clinic. He walked through the street garden and came to the anti-theft iron door at the entrance of the corridor. He entered the password and the iron door opened reluctantly.
Simon walked through the iron gate, climbed a few steps, and stood at the door of his house.
His home was originally the same building as the psychiatric clinic, with three bedrooms and a living room. However, when he decided to open his own business, he renovated the house and separated the clinic from his residence. The rose-lined half facing the central garden was the psychiatric clinic, accessible to anyone who pushed open the wooden door. Inside the corridor, behind the security iron gate, was his own residence, his own little nest.
Simon took out the key, inserted it into the lock, opened the door, and turned on the light with a click as usual.
Incandescent bulbs illuminated his small home. Although it had been divided into two parts, leaving only one bedroom and one living room, and the decor was old, it was kept very tidy. The wooden floor was mopped so clean that you could almost see your reflection in it. The light gray curtains were also meticulously tended. Two wild bamboos were placed in a glass vase on the square table in the living room. The bamboo had recently sprouted new leaves, and the tender green leaves were particularly pleasing to the eye.
Simon tugged at his shirt, unbuttoned two buttons at the collar, then turned around and fell onto his big bed.
In fact, until now, he has not recovered from the shock of providing psychological treatment to the monster, even though he has been providing psychological treatment to the snake demon for almost four months.
Simon recalled the first time he met Qingqing. It was one afternoon when a young and beautiful girl broke into his clinic and hissed, saying that she was the most useless monster in the world.
Monster? Simon was quite calm at the time and thought he might be suffering from schizophrenia.
However, when he saw the beautiful girl turn into a big python next, Simon suspected that the person suffering from schizophrenia might be himself.
In the following time, Simon wanted to discuss this matter with someone, but he didn't know who to talk to.
Ordinary psychologists can seek supervision when they encounter problems, but they cannot do it on their own.
Imagine the schizophrenia he encountered when he was interning in a mental hospital.
"Yesterday a golden dragon descended to earth and insisted on marrying me. Did you see my belly? There's a baby dragon inside!"
"Actually, I am the King of Earth, but I am a humble man and I don't like them coming to pay homage to me. That's why the world is divided into so many countries."
"I have cultivated an indestructible body. Those demons are no match for me. I actually have another name - Demon Lord."
He didn't want to be confined to a mental hospital as a schizophrenic. Even after meeting Qingqing, he had some doubts - were those people really schizophrenic? Or were they just telling the truth?
A classic proposition - if you are locked up in a mental hospital, how can you prove that you are not sick?
Simon sighed. He could only explore the monster's psychology by himself.
He once again silently opened his e-book and looked through the information he had collected over the past few months on monster psychotherapy.
On the e-book shelf, quietly lying are "Urban Monster Tales", "Legend of the Snake Spirit", "A Complete Collection of Monsters after the Founding of the People's Republic of China", and "I Talk About the Life of Monsters from the Perspective of a Fox Spirit"...
Being a psychologist is no easy task. Not only does one need to be familiar with the various aspects of their profession, but one must also understand philosophy, history, literature, and culture. Now, there's another requirement: understanding... strange stories and legends.
Simon was carefully reading these books, which he didn't know whether they were novels or first-hand materials. When he was reading "The Demon Lord's Political Marriage", he heard a cat's meow outside the window.
The cry was a bit miserable, like a child crying.
Simon ignored it. It was summer already, and he didn't know which cat was in heat.
He continued to watch, and the cat's meows became louder and more miserable.
Simon had no mood to read. He glanced at the time on his phone and realized it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. It was time to go to bed, but the cat outside was still meowing.
Simon went to take a shower, but when he came out, the cat was still meowing, and he didn't know if it would meow all night.
For the sake of his own sleep, Simon didn't even have time to put on his shirt. He walked out with his upper body naked, intending to drive away the damn cat.
With a clang, Simon pushed open the security iron door of the corridor. He looked around, but it was pitch black everywhere, with no sign of a cat at all.
Of course, the cat's meowing disappeared too.
Simon was about to close the door, and just as he put his hand on the iron handle of the security door downstairs, a weak, soft cry was heard.
“Meow~!”
Simon lowered his head and saw a little black kitten squatting at his feet, staring at him with two bright green eyes without blinking.
Simon squatted down and tried to touch the kitten's head. The kitten took a step back, but did not run away. It continued to look at him with its pure emerald eyes, not even blinking, and called out weakly, "Meow!"
Simon frowned. He didn't like cats, but who would leave a kitten here in the middle of the night? Was it the cat that had just called Chun?
The little kitten stopped meowing now, but just stared at Simon with its eyes shining brightly in the middle of the night.
Simon also looked at the kitten. After a while, he sighed, took a step forward, grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck and lifted it up.
The cat seemed to be stupid. Its limbs did not curl up like ordinary kittens, but were stiff and straight, with its mouth unable to close, and its eyes staring at the young man who picked it up.
"I feel sorry for you, so I'll take you in for one night!" Simon took the kitten home. "If no one comes to pick you up tomorrow morning, I'll send you to the pet store."
The little kitten was carried home by the young man and thrown on the sofa in the bedroom without making a sound.
Simon found a bowl. It was so late and there was no food, so he just poured some water for the dog. After putting it in front of the dog, he went to sleep.
He still has work to do tomorrow, so he needs to get enough sleep so that he can be energetic when he works.
Soon, Simon fell into a deep sleep and the cat's meowing stopped.
Outside the door, two dark figures stared at each other in the night, stuttering in a language only they could understand: "He, he, he...that legendary doctor...just like that...dragged the Demon Lord in!!!"
"Oh my god, I can't believe what I saw! Didn't the Demon Lord say he would eat this doctor as an appetizer? Why...why did he reveal his true form to meet this doctor and even get dragged in? What...happened to him?"
"No... I don't know... Maybe it was the doctor's... beautiful body that attracted you, sir?"
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