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Chapter 3. Psychologist
It was a long time after the police left that Jiang Jianxin was still in a daze.

It turns out there are many people with special abilities in the Darong Republic?
The military system in her country has a completely independent system. If she had not committed a crime, she would have had no contact with the police.

I didn't know they were hiding such a big secret.

Before this, she always thought that everyone in the world was an ordinary person, that the magic in movies depended entirely on post-production and special effects, and that guns were the only truth.

However, after a trip to the police station, the list that the police inadvertently revealed completely refreshed her worldview.

She thought of her childhood diary again.

Join the Sword Sect... Practice to become a Sword Master...

Jiang Jianxin tried hard to recall what he did when he was six years old, but his mind was blank.

Both her parents are dead, and she has no childhood memories.

It was even the local government that told her that both her parents had passed away because someone had registered her and the government was going to give her a living allowance.

Jiang Jianxin felt a chill all over his body. The unknown past could always easily cause a person to panic.

Just as she was daydreaming, she felt something trembling in the sleeve of her prison uniform. It was cold and pricked her arm like an ice cube.

The police had left and she was alone in the interrogation room.

Jiang Jianxin shook his shackled hands, and a three-inch long sword fell out of his sleeve with a clang.

According to the laws of the Daiei Republic, murderers will be sentenced to death, but mentally ill prisoners will not. They will be transferred to a mental hospital for recuperation first.

Jiang Jianxin hadn't figured out what had suddenly happened to her, and she didn't want to die yet.

She stared at the small sword and knew what she was going to do next.

……

"You mean, this little paper sword can turn into a real sword, and you can see the figure of a young man on the blade?"

Outside the glass partition, Lin Xin'an, the psychologist invited by the police, was wearing a white coat and white gloves. Under the coat was an elegant brown-gray vest with a brooch.

He had just sat down and asked about Jiang Jianxin's basic mental condition when he heard her unbelievable narration.

Lin Xin'an looked at the handcuffed murderer Jiang Jianxin suspiciously, then looked at the piece of paper in front of her.

It was a small sword folded from paper with crooked handwriting on it, which looked quite cute.

Although most mental patients are abstract...isn't this too abstract?
Jiang Jianxin nodded firmly, and imitated the speech of a mental patient in a movie, screaming:
"Yes, doctor, and the boy even spoke."

"What did he say?"

Dr. Lin asked.

"He said he liked me."

Doctor Lin swallowed, and his handsome features wrinkled. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Jiang Jianxin holding his chin with both hands and looking at him obsessively again.

"Doctor, I know you like me too, but it's impossible between the two of us."

Lin Xinan: “……?”

"Why is it impossible between the two of us?"

Dr. Lin asked curiously.

"Because you are so ugly."

"..."

Lin Xin'an took out a mirror in disbelief, looked at his handsome face, and then looked at Jiang Jianxin's ordinary appearance.

"I'm... ugly?"

He widened his eyes in shock and asked Jiang Jianxin in surprise.

Jiang Jianxin let out a "ang" sound.

As the inmate of a mental hospital, this was the first time he was attacked right in front of someone with zero frames.

So he rolled his eyes at her, then angrily took out the report and checked the box that said "Mental state is very poor, hospitalization is recommended."

Jiang Jianxin glanced at it. Her eyesight had always been excellent. In the past, when she had her nearsightedness test, she could clearly see the last line of the long strip of "E" written all over it. She even thought she could still make out a smaller line, but unfortunately, there was no more below it.

This time was no exception. She clearly saw Dr. Lin's diagnosis results by sneaking a peek.

Jiang Jianxin breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at the psychologist calmly.

There was a strange feeling about him, not malice, but more like a sense of closeness, which made people inexplicably want to talk to him more.

After a day of intense tension, Jiang Jianxin swallowed his saliva and said:

"So, doctor, my sword..."

Lin Xin'an waved his hands and said impatiently:
"Your sword is just an ordinary little paper sword, and you yourself are seriously ill. Don't say any more. The sanatorium's car will be here tomorrow and will take you to the mental hospital."

After hearing these words, Jiang Jianxin's heart was completely at peace.

Doctor Lin then asked her a few trivial questions. After Jiang Jianxin answered them one by one, she packed up her things and left the interrogation room.

Dr. Lin stayed at the police station until nine o'clock the next morning, when he finally arrived at the police station door in the mental hospital car.

A row of red lights were flashing on the blue and white car. Two guarding policemen forced Jiang Jianxin into Lin Xinan's car. One of them was the policeman who interrogated her that day.

One of the two policemen sat in the passenger seat, while the other stayed beside Jiang Jianxin and watched her.

The weather was bad again this morning, and the rain was just as heavy as that day.

Huge raindrops hit the car window, as if the sky was pouring water down.

"Boom————"

Thunder and lightning exploded in the distance, cutting a white mark obliquely at the junction of heaven and earth.

Jiang Jianxin looked at the heavy rain and felt uneasy.

"Boom boom boom——"

When the car reached a traffic light, Jiang Jianxin vaguely saw a figure walking from the curb through the rain pouring down the window, knocking violently on the driver's window of the car next to him.

After knocking for a long time without any results, he waved his hand, smashed the car window, grabbed the driver's seat and started biting it.

"what------"

A shrill scream was heard. Jiang Jianxin looked behind the car and saw more than a dozen figures coming from the human-shaped path and began knocking on the car windows one by one.

At about the same moment, many people still in the car reacted.

Several vehicles parked at the intersection had opened their doors and abandoned their vehicles despite the heavy rain, but were caught by the figures again, had their arms and legs torn off, and were pinned to the ground and bitten.

For a moment, the entire intersection fell into chaos. Blood mixed with the rain and flowed into the sewer and seeped into the concrete floor.

Jiang Jianxin glanced calmly at the psychologist in the driver's seat and the policeman next to him.

Their car was parked further in, and no one came to knock on their door.

But... it will be soon.

No one spoke in the car, only the light and shadow of the rain swayed on the "First Mental Hospital" sign on the front of the car.

"Clap."

A slender hand reached out and took the sign away.

Only then did Jiang Jianxin notice that there was a rolled-up blue ribbon behind the badge. It was a work badge that could be hung around the neck.

Dr. Lin was wearing a white coat as a psychiatrist, with his work ID from the First Mental Hospital hanging on his chest, and his hands were on the steering wheel.

Jiang Jianxin looked at the rearview mirror and happened to meet Dr. Lin's eyes in the mirror.

It was different from the narcissistic look she had when she was doing the psychological test.

In the rearview mirror, his eyes flashed with an extremely gloomy light.

"Boom boom boom——"

A figure knocked on the driver's window.

Lin Xin'an swept the car window with the wipers, and Jiang Jianxin saw the true face of the figure.