Records of Barton’s Fantastical Events

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Dense raindrops hit the window, Emilia, Emilia Browning, I should say Dr. Browning. After the lengthy psychological counseling for others, she needs time to sort out her mood.

This is her professionalism. When the patient is there, she will be the most loyal listener and the most relaxing comforter. Here, this closed and comfortable office is the safest haven for patients. But when only Emilia is left here, well, she has the right to use the resources she says she has to provide herself with comfort.

“Take a deep breath.” The psychiatrist said to the dark floor-to-ceiling window that reflected her image, “Emilia, take a deep breath.”

“You are safe here, Emilia.” She said to her own image disrupted by raindrops, “Only you and me, you can say anything here, I’m here to help you.”

Dark Things outside the sinking window were cut into countless fragments by dense rain lines. The disturbed image took a deep breath, “I am scared, he makes me unfamiliar, I, I am afraid that he will hurt me! No, I…” Emily standing in front of the window extends the hand , Click on the window to make your own image coincide with your palm, “Its okay, you can tell me. Dont jump to conclusions yet, tell me why you are here?”

As above, Don’t draw conclusions yet, this young, beautiful doctor is not crazy, she is, um, simulation. Simulation, if she were a patient, what would it be like when she sees a psychologist.

It is almost the situation now. She fearfully said her fear that she did not confirm, and then waited for the doctor who should solve her to penetrate her heart a little bit…

The simulation continued.

“He became agitated and irritable. He began to mutter to himself something’no longer safe’… And, and I saw him, his face was rotten…” The glass image opens up a little bit.

The office door was pushed open.

James held the door handle and looked at the female doctor standing in front of the window, “Your assistant said, I can come directly in.”

The floor-to-ceiling window was broken by raindrops. The image disappeared, hidden by the drawn curtains, and Emilia had a professional smile on her face, “Of course, detective, detective Lance, right.” She walked toward the center of this safe haven and gestured to the detective. “Sit here.”

James closed the door, removed the water stain on his shoulder, and took out a document from his arms. “Sorry I’m late.” He walked towards already. The doctor sitting on the sofa that looked very comfortable, handed out the document, curl one’s lip, “Three hours have passed, please sign, next time I will be on time.”

Amy Leah looked at the document handed to her. This was the’attendance sheet’. The police detective in front of her was forced to conduct psychological counseling, and what was being handed to her was the proof of the progress of the counseling.

Emilia waited for a while, looked up towards James, and found that the young detective was not joking, she insisted on sticking the file in front of her, her thumb still pressed and already drawn Pen out of the lid.

Emilia sighed in her heart, why are the police like this ghost! They always despise psychological counseling and treat the psychological shadows caused by trauma as trifling.

“Okay.” Emilia took the document, held the James document and wrote on it, opened the place where the signature was needed, and wrote.

James’ eyes have turned away, and he casually scans the room. The life of the general’s son has been in the interrogation room, torture room, and physical examination room, all places with a sense of cold metal. But like this kind of psychological counseling in the living room of an ordinary family, er, he hasn’t entered.

The file was recursed. James took it, nodded to the female doctor, turned and left. Well, this is as simple as what his partner Coulson said. Although James promised, he will definitely not eat it next time. Guess this is true or false?

James stopped just walking to the door, looking through the document with one hand, and staring at the signature under the document with a frown,’Doctor Pudding’.

James thought for a while, opened the door, and looked at the name tag on the door,’Doctor Emilia Browning’. Closed the door, turned to the female doctor who was still sitting on the sofa, and handed out the document again, “What is this?”

“Signature.” Emilia looked up and smiled at Zhan. James, “You want an autograph, I gave you one. Is there any problem?”

“Yes.” James frowned, looking at the female doctor with light makeup. “There is a problem, you signed the wrong. It’s Browning, not the pudding.”

“Wrong?” Emilia showed a surprised expression and accepted the document looked towards her signature. He seemed to be surprised by his clerical error, pointing to his signature and smiling at frowning James, “hehe, what am I thinking? Pudding, sorry! hehe.”

After laughing, Ai Miria closed the document, handed it back to James, lowered her head and began to fiddle with the information in her hand.

James was stunned, hesitantly accepted the document still with the signature of Dr. Pudding, and tentatively asked, “Dr. Browning?”

“Huh?” Emilia tilted her head and continued to read her own information, as if she didn’t mean to read James.

“Doctor Browning.” James lowered his face and called again in a low voice.

Emilia seemed to be a little impatient lifts the head, looked at James questioningly, spreading her hands, “What! Is there anything else for you? Detective?”

James was stunned again, then closed his eyebrows and looked straight into the other persons eyes, “Are you not going to change it? Browning?”

“What?” Emilia It seems really wondering.

James stared at Emilia, seeming to be exploring what the woman was thinking, taking a deep breath, spreading out the document, pointing to the wrong signature, and explaining in one glance, “You signed the wrong sign, please change Come here.”

“Oh!” Emilia blinked, as if being reminded, “You said this.” Her outstretched hand was halfway up, and when she shrugged, she was about to touch The file’s hand was retracted again, “Well” She stretched her voice, turned her head down, and waved her hand in an indifferent way, “Forget it, it’s troublesome. No one will look at it anyway.”

James looked at the female doctor in surprise, blinking unconsciously.

It was so quiet for half a minute, James directly put the unfolded document in Emilias hand, and said gloomily, “Doctor Browning, please dont joke with this kind of thing. , This will enter my file.”

Emilia looked at the file that was forcibly placed in front of her, and put it aside calmly, “Are you kidding?” She stood up and walked to her desk. He smiled and shook his head, “Detective, a wrong signature is that you dont have to worry about staining your files anymore.”

James frowned and stared at the woman Doctor, “What do you mean.”

Emilia pointed to the wall clock on the wall, “You were three hours late, and it was’very convenient’ to miss your treatment time.” Ai Miria made quotation marks, “This is an irresponsible performance.” Then calmly continued, “And also lied in front of me, saying that you will be on time next time.”

James has a hunch that he will not like the direction of this conversation.

Emilia took out a document from the drawer and shook it towards James, “It’s not like you.” She shrugged, “I will take my own affairs very seriously. I think I have your information.” She flipped through James’ information casually. “When I came to Barton, I was already a police detective and the general’s only son. In fact, I admire you very much.” Emilia pursed her lips. In order to increase the persuasive power, it is also slightly nodded.

“But.” Of course there will be but, “I think.” Emilia shook her head regretfully, “You have to say goodbye to your detective career, and let yourself be a famous father. Disappointed. Well, I guess.” Emilia looked at James with a look of searching.

Naturally, it is exploration. This female doctor still doesn’t know what James cares about. Yes, the psychologist’s psychological analysis of James Lance has now begun.

James’ expression moved obviously, his sturdy arms lifted up, crossed his chest, and stared at Emilia.

“Woo.” Emilia watched James raise an eyebrow, the elongated note turned, and a slender finger pointed to James’ body, turning a few times. “Reflexive self-protection mode, I want to put myself in the position of a bystander. When I talked about important things, I tried to rationally analyze whether what I said was correct or not in a deliberate way.” Her face was light. Laughing, “You don’t believe I can let you lose your job, do you?”

James frowned and put down his hands, uncomfortable because he didn’t know where to put his hands.

Emilia smiled and shook her head, “You should believe me.” She tilted her head, seeming to be impatient to explain, put away her smile, and re-looked towards James seriously, “You are the worst type. You have a tendency to violence.”

She flipped through the information on the desk and clicked somewhere, “This is why you were forced into hospital. You have been The identity of a citizen shows a threat to the lives of others. Think about what kind of damage you can cause as a policeman with weapons.”

Emilia closed the information. “So as a doctor, it doesn’t matter whether you admit it or not.” She stared into James’ eyes, laughing at herself. “You are not the first policeman to come in, so I know you, policeman. You think our psychologists are all A group of people.”

Emilia shrugged, “No need to be sorry. To me, you are the same.” Emilia chuckled lightly, “Lance.”

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James’ eyes twitched.

“I don’t care about treating you.” Emilia continued, “I don’t think you would think that you are sick. So my goal is just to prevent you from causing harm to others.” Ai Milia paused for a while, “If you don’t cooperate with me to reach the goal I want, I’m sorry, I will definitely let you lose your status as a policeman.”

Emilia lowered her head and began to write What to write on the paper.

“What are you writing again.” James sullenly walked forward unconsciously, trying to see clearly.

“You.” Emilia replied without concealment, “irresponsible, lying, how do you not cooperate with my treatment, you, as the security defender of Barton City, consider you It will cause bad effects. My assessment is that you are no longer suitable to be responsible…”

“Three hours.” James has sat on the soft sofa, straightened his clothes, expressionless Emilias opening interrupted Emilia, “Lets start. And, Im sorry for being late again.”

Emilia raised her eyebrows and threw the scribbled draft into the trash can. “Let me start, Detective Lance…” (A pie-dropping activity in the sky, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Pay attention~ Click on the Chinese network official account (WeChat add friends-add official account-enter qdread ), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now follow the qdread WeChat public account immediately!)