Crazy Psychologist

Chapter 818 The Power of Words
The short pencil marks cannot be connected with the text, and it looks more like it was drawn on paper unintentionally.

This is a bit strange, the cutting marks are so neat, it can be said to be meticulous, this is not an easy task, paper cutting looks very simple, but in fact it also requires fine movements and a good sense of stability, seriousness and There is also a big difference if you are not serious.

Simply imagining is not enough, in order to find the feeling of paper-cutting, Mu Chun opened the drawer, took out a pair of scissors, went under the table and took out a piece of A4 paper, trying to imitate the apricot-yellow piece of paper and cut it, the paper is very soft, thinking It is not easy to get the edges to be straight and flat without bending.

He is a very serious person!Mu Chun sighed softly.

There are some conflicts between paper and pen and ink, the conflict between neatness and randomness, and these random small short lines suddenly become very glaring.

Mu Chun tried to rehearse these pieces of paper, picked out a few pieces with pencil marks and put them together, but found nothing more.As a result, Mu Chun had to pay more attention to these pencil marks, looked up and down, left and right, and finally knelt on the ground, keeping his eyes parallel to the paper, and observed from the side.

Appeared!
There are very shallow imprints like shadows, which are words, and there are indeed words on this paper.

The Word Spirit game needs to write words on paper, but it didn't say what kind of pen to write it with, nor did it say how deep it must be written. This person obviously thought of these things.

"Teacher, are you still studying these pieces of paper?" Chu Sisi came over with a small bowl of lychees, saw Mu Chun kneeling on the ground studying the pieces of paper, and squatted down curiously, tucked her bangs behind her ears, and looked Looking at the paper from the side, I quickly noticed the imprint on the paper.

Very shallow, very shallow, if it is not in this way, it may be difficult to find, if there is nothing, it is not coherent, but it is indeed a text.

"You saw it too?" Mu Chun returned to the chair and motioned for Chu Sisi to sit down too.

"I see, there are words, but it can't be said to be written on it." Chu Sisi replied.

"The words and spirit games you mentioned must have words, right? Are there any specific requirements for words? For example, what kind of pen, what kind of ink, etc.?"

Chu Sisi nodded, "The power of words, as long as words are enough, the teacher won't really believe in this."

"If it brings me a patient, it doesn't hurt to believe it."

"teacher--"

"Okay, Doctor Chu, come and cut it up, take a piece of paper and cut it out according to the cutting method in this game."

"Oh." Chu Sisi picked up the scissors and cut it according to Mu Chun's intention, and it was finished in a while.

Mu Chun took the pieces of paper and put them together with his own, and put the apricot-colored pieces of paper side by side. Compared with the three groups, the cutting of the apricot-colored pieces of paper was still the most delicate.

"Huh?" Chu Sisi was puzzled, "Is this what the teacher cut?"

"Well, look, you're better at cutting than I am, but how does it compare to the scraps of paper floating in?"

Chu Sisi shook her head, "These pieces of paper are better cut, no matter how careful I am, it won't be so good, and—how should I put it, who would cut these pieces of paper so carefully under normal circumstances?"

"Under normal circumstances—" Mu Chun repeated, rubbing his forehead, "Is a person who uses the language game cutting paper under normal circumstances?"

Chu Sisi was taken aback, "Ah, but teacher, this is just a coincidence, doesn't the teacher think?"

"He must be someone who is in trouble."

"I encountered difficulties and couldn't solve them, so I put my hope in the game of words and spirits. There is such a possibility. After all, there are many people who believe in such things, and—"

"Dr. Chu also tried games like Pen Fairy when he was a child. How did you feel at that time?"

Chu Sisi bit her lip, it was already very far away, at least it felt like this, but once I recalled it, it seemed as if it happened just the day before, a few girls gathered together, covered by dark clouds Part of the moon, the cold wind swirls outside the window, and it will sneak in through the gap at any time. It comes from an undetectable breath from another world. She doesn't really believe in these games, and even a few girls are not because of complete trust and sustenance. , I just don’t remember who made the proposal, and it’s hard for anyone to say no to it. The cold hands overlapping each other, everyone’s hands are cold, surrounded by white paper and black pen, controlled breathing, everything is Strange, not normal.

At that moment, the normal world is temporarily avoided.

Chu Sisi's eyes were glazed over, firmly held by memories, and she fell into a stillness in the swamp.

"Sisi." Mu Chun snapped his fingers, and Chu Sisi just woke up. It only took a few seconds, but it was like a big dream.

"What did the teacher ask me just now?"

"It doesn't have to be completely believed to play such a game."

"Yeah, yes, maybe not completely." Chu Sisi nodded obediently, and she was sure that not everyone believed it at that time.

"It may also be with hesitation, assuming that the person who wrote this piece of paper was cautious and hesitant, worried that the power of the words and spirits was real, and worried that what was written would come true, so he did not dare to write what he wrote. The paper was cut and wanted to entrust such power, so that person changed the rules himself and used the next sheet of paper. Even with such shallow marks and the thickness of the paper, it may be the third sheet at the back. Paper."

"But what is the purpose of doing this? Is it to achieve or not to achieve?"

"All."

Mu Chun's answer gave Chu Sisi a headache, she couldn't ask for anything, "It's so complicated, maybe it's just a coincidence, why are these papers here with us?"

"good question!"

"Ah?" Chu Sisi tried to combine the scattered pieces of paper into a complete piece of paper, until three pieces were missing in the end.

"How about we scribble the words with a pencil?"

After being painted with a light pencil, the words printed on the paper emerge. The neat words are like those typed out by a typewriter. The strokes are neat and neat. The content of the words is:

"As long as... come, everything... will have a... case."

"Just... come, all... all... answers..."

"Just...write down...,...there is...the answer."

"As long as you write it down, everything will have an answer." Chu Sisi wrote this line on a piece of white paper and handed it to Mu Chun.

"I wrote it a total of eleven times, the same sentence, "As long as it is written down, everything will have an answer." "

Mu Chun frowned, "Sure enough, he is someone who has encountered difficulties."

"Maybe it's just a coincidence or something on my mind. Sometimes girls are like this. Even if they don't have a language or something, they will still scribble."

"Indeed, it may be a girl."

"No, teacher, you don't think this is a patient asking for help, do you?"

(End of this chapter)