"——If you continue to do this in your counseling work, I think there is no need for the Dawn System to evaluate you, and you don't need to stay in the Psychological Control Bureau."
In an office, a middle-aged man with a mustache criticized the young man in front of him.
Lu Shu, who was spitted at, raised his head with a gloomy face.
Today is the fourth day of the dungeon. His current task is to work in the Psychological Control Bureau of the Measurement City, responsible for providing psychological counseling to the areas surrounding the city or to prisoners in the shelter.
However, due to his extremely low empathy and speaking skills, the counseling effect... can only be described as unsatisfactory. Some people even became emotionally overloaded while talking with him, achieving reverse treatment.
"Theodore, get ready for work." A colleague came to inform him: "Today we are working in the marginal area. The residents here generally have some violent tendencies. Please be careful."
“Okay.” Lu Shu reluctantly stuffed several thick books on the table into his arms and walked into a room.
The psychological counseling room is pure white and is separated by a wooden horizontal board in the middle. The person receiving counseling will sit on the other side. It is like a confessional in a church and the two sides cannot see each other.
Lu Shu closed the door with a lazy look on his face. He didn't bother to care about the emotional pressure of the person opposite him. He was a psychological counselor with very no professional ethics.
"Name." Lu Shu asked casually.
"Lewis." A deep and gentle male voice came from the other side of the wooden board.
Lu Shu's ears moved slightly. The voice was quite pleasant, much better than the vulgar and dirty voices he had heard in the past few days.
"Gender." Lu Shu pressed the button on his left wrist, and a transparent keyboard panel appeared. He tapped on the keyboard and began to record the information as usual.
"Same as you." said the other party.
"..." Lu Shu said: "Age."
"About twenty years old? I can't tell." said the other party.
Lu Shu took a deep breath. He knew that he had probably encountered another weirdo. This answer didn’t sound serious at all.
He has been doing psychological counseling these days and has met all kinds of strange people. Many of them suffer from depression, bipolar disorder or are crazy, and some of them are better at counseling than he is.
"In what areas are you under pressure? I can help you." Lu Shu said calmly.
"I'm not under any pressure. I just came to see what the psychological counseling process is like. By the way, can you help me contact your minister or someone like that?" the other person said.
"Impossible." Lu Shu said. How could he allow such a dangerous person from the fringe to contact his leader?
"Well...psychologist, can you listen to my story?" the person on the other side said.
Lu Shu raised his eyelids.
In front of him was a tightly covered wooden board. He couldn't see the face of the person sitting across from him, but could hear his voice.
"Go ahead." Lu Shu flipped open the book in his hand. As a psychological counselor, he had to talk to each person for at least five minutes. This was his job. Listening to a story was at least better than being teased by the person.
"Let me tell you a story about the fringe zone. It starts with a little girl who lost her parents in a mechanical war..." the other person said.
Lu Shu listened nonchalantly as he browsed through the thick book in his hands.
The cover of the book was "About Lighthouse Theory and the Forum Summary of the First Player". This was a book he bought from a small stall during his break in the Lord God World. The content was concise and suitable for study.
However, one minute after the other party told the story, Lu Shu closed the book in his hand.
After the other party spoke for three minutes, Lu Shu raised his head, his eyes becoming a little hazy.
After the other party had been talking for five minutes, Lu Shu loosened his fingers and the book in his hand fell to the ground without him noticing.
When the other party stopped talking, Lu Shu was already completely attracted by the story he was telling. He immediately asked: "——What happened next? What happened to the rest of the story?"
The other party didn't speak, and the room was silent, with only the wall clock making a slight "click" sound.
At this moment, Lu Shu was surrounded by a sense of urgency that was nagging at his heart and liver. He felt very uncomfortable - what happened to the rest of the story? Why did it end here? He was so anxious!
He hadn't noticed yet that his mentality had changed drastically from five minutes ago. He was completely attracted by the story the other party told and fell into a hypnotic state.
“——Tell me, what happened to that little girl afterwards…?” Lu Shu wanted to punch through the wooden board in front of him and grab the other person’s collar to force him to continue.
"...It seems that the effect of [Missionary Aura] is very obvious." The other party suddenly said this.
Lu Shu was slightly stunned. His mind was still in a temporary state of freeze and he could not understand what the other party was saying.
"If I continue to tell you this story, would you be willing to introduce me to your minister?" the other party said.
"I..." Lu Shu subconsciously wanted to agree.
But soon, his 80 mental points gave him a vague hint of something. A struggling expression flickered across his face, and his eyes blinked slightly, revealing a moment of clarity.
“Well, it seems that this won’t work.” The other party laughed and turned away. Lu Shu stood there for a full ten minutes before he recovered.
...What happened to him just now?
Lu Shu fell into panic.
With his current level of strength, it is difficult for him to be affected by the mental level. Even purely mental attacks can mostly be defended by him.
But why... just after listening to a simple story, he was led around by the nose like a fool?
Who is the other party?
…
Su Mingan pushed open the door and left the temporary psychological aid branch in the third district of the marginal area. He turned around and took a look at the large movable building.
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