Blood Moon Kingdom, Kaimeng University Affiliated Hospital.

In the waiting area of ​​the Department of Psychiatry, Theresa was nervously waiting for her number to be called.

Before going in, she once again checked whether the peripherals in the chip on the back of her neck were functioning correctly: the magic trace module, the recording module, the personality deviation module, the cranial nerve examination module...

These modules can determine whether her soul, brain, and mind have been invasively deconstructed by miracles, but she does not do this to prevent danger, but to record the crime for reporting.

Yes, Theresa does not have a mental illness, and she is not here for medical treatment, but to expose the true face of the black doctor.

In the Kingdom of Blood Moon, psychotherapists are an important and indispensable position in society. However, because patients need to open their hearts to psychotherapists, the danger involved is even greater than patients lying on the operating table waiting to be dissected - as long as the psychotherapist has the slightest evil intention, he or she can enslave the patient and do whatever he or she wants.

"Mind control" is a crime clearly defined in the criminal law of the Blood Moon Kingdom. Psychotherapists are at high risk of being caught committing this crime, along with corporate executives, university professors, and politicians, etc. This is because this crime targets the mental enslavement of "those with resources" over "those without resources." The latter control "power allocation resources," while psychotherapists control "knowledge resources."

Every year, at least a dozen psychotherapists are arrested for crossing restricted areas. In recent years, the most famous mind control criminal is Finanxie, the former mayor of Kaimon City. After his death in a prison break, it was revealed that he used mind control to force his subordinates to commit various corruption crimes. The second most famous fraudster Igula is the once-famous fraudster. Nearly thirty important people in society lost their fortunes because of him. There are even rumors that the Moon Shadow Clan Blood Crazy Hunter is sheltering him. He is still on the run.

Therefore, the professional standards for psychotherapists are extremely strict, and the most stringent one is the "magic prescription". If a psychotherapist wants to use magic miracles on a patient, he or she must go through layers of approval and record it, and must turn on the medical recorder for full monitoring. Any magic miracle that is not reported is a serious violation of the law.

Theresa came this time to expose the illegal use of miracles by black doctors during treatment.

Because her college friend Norma developed obvious symptoms of mental control after receiving treatment from a black doctor. Not only did she stop eating her favorite Snow White candy, she also stopped going to the mud coffee three times a week. She even began to wonder if the graduate school entrance examination was not suitable for her - this was simply crazy. Getting into the graduate school and becoming a blood saint was the ultimate goal of all students. Who wouldn't want to be a graduate student?

But Norma said that she could no longer bear the cautious interpersonal communication and had no interest in academics. She hoped to develop into the physical and gun arts faction, and perhaps become a blood-crazy hunter in the future. So Theresa became more and more certain that she was being controlled by the mind - a human woman who weighed less than 100 pounds, actually wanted to develop into physical and gun arts? And wanted to become a blood-crazy hunter? Was she trying to arouse the bestiality of the prisoner?

It’s not like Nika hasn’t played role-playing games before, so why did she get so addicted to it?

From Norma, Therese discovered that her transformation was due to finding a new psychotherapist. After a little investigation, she found out that the therapist was an intern at the affiliated hospital who had recently become famous and was also their senior in college.

But when she investigated in depth, she was immediately shocked by the influence of this black doctor - a secret fan club for this black doctor was actually set up in the university, and all the members were patients who had been treated by the black doctor!

This is pure mind control!

The next step is to form a cult, and the approach is exactly the same as that of the cult leader who was arrested more than half a year ago!

In order to break the mental control of her friend and to eradicate this criminal, Theresa goes deep into the tiger's den without hesitation, striving to expose the evil true face of the black doctor!

"No. 31, Theresa Hoyle, Clinic 2."

Theresa took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the clinic.

It was different from the psychotherapy rooms she had seen before. In addition to the regular desk and heated beauty bed, it was unexpectedly warm inside. There was a cactus on the desk, and in the corner there were lazy sofas, ergonomic chairs, rocking chairs, swings, and even a sword throne that seemed to have been taken out of a movie or TV show. Almost everything in the world that could be sat on or lay down on was here.

The veela behind the desk was typing and eating fruit cake. She didn't even look at Therese and said casually, "Sit anywhere."

He didn't even look at me, and deliberately suppressed my aura. He started to control me mentally from the moment I entered the door... Theresa chose a swing and sat down, thinking.

"Does it look familiar? I made this swing based on the one at the orphanage. I swing on it for a few minutes before I get off work." The Veela doctor glanced at her and smiled, "Have you been back to see Aunt Beryl recently? Does she still take the day off every Friday to go to the casino?"

"Why?"

"I was also brought up in the Hoyle Facility." The Veela giggled, "I can tell from your last name."

Theresa then realized that she and the black doctor had the same last name!

"I," Theresa stammered, "I haven't been back recently... I don't like Director Belen very much."

"Normal. Who would like that old witch except someone who likes to tell tales?" The Veela pouted, raised her hands and stretched heavily, making a cat-like sound: "I'm so happy that I met my sister from the orphanage... No, this is a hospital, it doesn't seem worth being happy about, right?"

Theresa took one look at the striking body curves under the white coat of the Veela and immediately blushed and lowered her head, her heart pounding. Even a woman couldn't help it - how did it grow like this? Did she have a plastic surgery? But no beauty salon could provide such a perfect template!

It must be a miracle!

She actually used miracles to enhance her physical charms, how cunning, how Veela-like... Come to think of it, I've never been to Cha Ka, how about I try the Veela flavor in a few days?

"Want some cake?"

The Veela suddenly appeared in front of her, handed her a triangular fruit cake, and said seriously: "This is a cake from the Lydia Cake Workshop. The cream is milk cream, not vegetable cream. The fruit slices are fresh and super sweet, with rich taste. The only disadvantage is that it is easy to gain weight, so you can only eat one piece!"

The smell of the cake + the nagging of the Veela + the fact that she was only allowed to eat one piece, Theresa ate it in a daze, and only came to her senses when she was halfway through eating - No, what if there was a brainwashing potion hidden in the cake? This Veela was so cunning, was she actually casting a spell indirectly through food?

"Because today is the birthday of my last patient, I quickly ordered a cake to celebrate. I usually don't eat in the clinic, but you've eaten now. We are already accomplices in this crime, so you can't report me!"

The Veela sat on the swing nearby, her black silk legs pressed together, giggling.

"Birthday?" Theresa blinked.

"It's the day everyone is born. We eat cake to celebrate. If possible, we should put the same number of candles as our age on the cake. After blowing them out, we can close our eyes and make a wish. Others should sing 'Happy Birthday to You' beside us..."

"And then?" Theresa felt that she was about to catch the Veela's crime. "After completing this ritual, what will happen next?"

"The next step is to eat the cake with friends." The Veela spread her hands, "Let's enjoy the delicious cake together."

"Ah? Then what is the meaning of this ceremony?"

"The purpose of this ceremony is to let everyone know that they are important and that the day they were born is a festival worth celebrating." The Veela tilted her head: "Many problems of modern people are actually due to lack of selfishness."

Theresa almost suspected that she had heard it wrongly: "Not selfish enough?"

Now isn't the entire Blood Moon a sophisticated egoist? If even this isn't selfish enough, then how selfish is enough? Is it because the country didn't assign me a dedicated butler?

"Nowadays, many people say it's selfish, but it's just a way of following the crowd." Veela said, "Choose a major that can make money, watch a popular movie, get a tattoo that's popular... Money, looks, personality, ranking, all of these are ultimately for the sake of gaining recognition from others, not for your own preferences."

Theresa couldn't help but shake her head. "But these days, I studied the wrong major and entered the wrong industry. Not only did I not have the opportunity to join the research institute, but my income was even lower than that of a part-time job. Which of food, clothing, housing and transportation doesn't cost money? Isn't it natural to choose a more promising route to make money? I got into Kaimen University with the lowest score. Although I prefer earth arts, when I was adjusting my major, I kept praying, 'no earth arts, no earth arts', because now the country's construction is to develop resources in remote areas, which is hard and tiring. Earth arts are not as popular as they were decades ago."

"So what major did you go to?" asked the Veela.

"Earth magic." Theresa said depressedly, "So I must be admitted to the graduate school and become a blood saint. Otherwise, I will either go to the mountainous area to develop with the engineering team, or I can only have plastic surgery and go to Chaka."

"Why can't you do something more ordinary? Maybe the money won't be as much, but it won't be as tiring."

"Because I have to eat seven packs of moon candy every day, go to mud coffee four times a week, and buy clothes, etc., a low-paying job can't support my hobbies at all."

"But those are not your hobbies, they are just desires." The Veela smiled gently, "I am not blaming you. Desire is the easiest way to relieve our fatigue. The physiological structure of all intelligent creatures is like this. You are usually very tired. If you don't use sex to fill the emptiness, you will not be able to bear it. Even the warmth of a stranger is better than a cold quilt."

Theresa was stunned. She subconsciously wanted to refute, but the Veela's eyes were clear and gentle, which dispelled all the hostility in her heart.

"True selfishness means not needing other people's approval for anything you do, just doing what you like, finding and staying in your own comfort zone." Veela said, "Never give others the right to judge yourself."

Theresa shook her head slightly and bit her lower lip: "But..."

"But it makes you feel uncomfortable when others look down on you, but I understand that you can't buy what you want without money." The Veela wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, "Our education is like this, discrimination is not allowed, but discrimination is everywhere. Competition is not advocated, but competition is everywhere. Losers are trampled into the dust, and winners cannot stop for a moment. The strong are not allowed to show weakness, and the weak are not allowed to cry..."

"Children are the most selfish. They cry when they are hungry, in pain, lonely, or noisy. In fact, we have not become adults, we just can't continue to be children."

"But at least here, you can be a child for a while." The Veela pushed the swing hard and smiled, "Theresa, do you want another piece of cake?"

Theresa's eyes were already wet before she knew it. She nodded heavily and couldn't help but recall her date of birth.