Demon husband's exorcism

"Don't imply in different ways, I don't accept bribes with sweet words."

"But your legs are indeed very long. Whether I'm standing or sitting down, my field of vision will always be filled with your long legs, and then I will start thinking about those indescribable things. For example, you sat on the hood of the car to eat lunch At that time, I was almost tormented by delusion and had a nosebleed..."

Xiao Ming is always full of witty words when discussing colorful things.

However, the more enthusiastic Xiao Ming was, the colder Zong Wangchuan's answer became.

"The virtual fire is too strong, be careful of excessive blood loss."

While speaking, he took out a fever-reducing sticker and wanted to put it on Xiao Ming.

Xiao Ming did not reject Zong Wangchuan's fever-reducing stickers.

When he approached himself to apply anti-fever stickers for himself, the devil seized the opportunity to grab his lover's wrist, put it near his mouth, licked his fingers, and his eyes were slightly red: "Because you lost too much blood, I have to suck some back from you..."

"Now?"

Xiao Ming nodded seriously, clasped his hands together, and made a gesture of prayer: "You are my exclusive contract object, and you have the obligation to satisfy—"

Snapped!

Zong Wangchuan knocked down Xiao Ming's praying hands in disgust, and said, "Please, you are a devil, don't imitate the prayer posture of a believer in God, it looks disgusting."

"But there's nothing in the law that says demons can't be prayers or be the object of prayers."

Xiao Ming smiled, and said word by word: "When gods and Buddhas are powerless, maybe you can only pray to demons, such as you, such as..."

Hearing this, black lightning flashed across Zong Wangchuan's mind.

"Sure enough! You know who summoned the demon! Tell me the truth!"

"This one……"

At this time the red light has turned green.

While stepping on the accelerator and passing the intersection, Xiao Ming grabbed a rose and said slowly, "You want to know the answer? Tonight, you have to lie on the rose bed to please me and bloom for me."

"Of course, if you didn't kill people because of a moment of unhappiness during the day."

Zong Wangchuan, who had witnessed the whole process of Long Aolin's suicide, did not believe that this man's death was an accident. His almost crazy attitude of begging for death was definitely the result of being manipulated by the devil!

Hearing this, Xiao Ming showed an evil smile.

He turned the steering wheel and said, "Honey, I'm a high-level demon with taste. Killing people can't be so rough and unartistic."

"...I also don't believe you would do such a rude and tasteless thing."

Zong Wangchuan rested his head on the back and said slowly: "The question is, who is going to kill Long Aolin...After killing Long Aolin, who will he or she...will kill next..."

……

……

Kang Ailing lived in a single room.

After finally waiting for the doctors and nurses to leave, Zong Wangchuan took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

"Hello, I'm Dr. Zong, a psychiatrist."

"The door is open, come in directly!"

Inside the door, came the girl's sickly voice.

Zong Wangchuan pushed open the door.

In the room, the girl who had just finished her physical examination was leaning on the pillow and looking at the green trees and birds outside the window.

The girl looks pretty good.

Natural slender willow leaf eyebrows, lovely almond eyes, a nose that is neither high nor low, slightly raised, tender red lips, the thickness is just right, it is still a standard oval face, smooth and fair skin, but not troubled by acne.

As expected of the daughter of a woman whom both her ex-husband and her current wife care about, she is indeed good-looking.

Zong Wangchuan rated Kang Ailing's appearance seven points in his heart.

And Kang Ailing did not hide her surprise after seeing Qing Zong Wangchuan's face.

She asked in disbelief: "Are you really a psychiatrist? Not a medical drama actor experiencing life?"

"You can't question my professional ability just because I look better than the average person."

Zong Wangchuan said humorously, picked up a bottle, and stuffed the lily bouquet into it.

Kang Ailing looked at him puzzled, and said, "Handsome guy, all your psychiatrists are as polite as you, and they bring a bouquet of flowers when they come to provide psychological counseling for patients for the first time?"

"How can I be so kind, this bouquet of flowers was entrusted to you by someone else."

Zong Wangchuan took off the forged flower lotus and handed it to Kang Ailing: "I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Thank you."

Kang Ailing took the flower lotus, glanced at it, and then her complexion changed drastically: "This is..."

"You don't like it?" Zong Wangchuan asked.

He was worried about his words, so he didn't write Long Aolin's name on the flower stick with the logo of Happy Flower Shop, but he knew from Kang Ailing's reaction that she had already been touched.

Kang Ailing was a little flustered.

After regaining her senses, she immediately crumpled the flower sticks into a ball, threw them into the trash can, and said, "Doctor Zong, if someone asks who brought the flowers, you must say that you bought them for me!"

"why?"

"Because...because...because this bouquet of flowers was sent by my father..."

Kang Ailing squeezed out a smile and said, "I'm not talking about the father on my household registration book, but my own father. Neither my mother nor my father want me to have any contact with my own father."

"I understand."

Zong Wangchuan dragged a stool and sat in front of Kang Ailing: "I will keep the secret for you."

"Thank you."

Kang Ailing breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Zong Wangchuan obsessively: "Handsome doctor, how are you going to give me psychological counseling?"

Zong Wangchuan thought for a while, took out a stack of papers from the folder, put them in front of Kang Ailing, and said, "Before starting the psychological counseling, I need to do some psychological tests for you to evaluate your psychological state. Don't you mind?" ?”

"Won't……"

Kang Ailing looked relaxed.

She looked curiously at what Zong Wangchuan took out, and said, "These cards are psychological tests?"

"It's a Rorschach test, a very simple test."

Zong Wangchuan took out ten colored cards, sorted them out a bit, and introduced to Kang Ailing: "I'll show you a few cards, and you tell me what you saw. I will make corresponding plans for you based on your answers. Psychological Counseling Program."

"It sounds simple."

Kang Ailing obviously didn't think much about it.

Zong Wangchuan began to show her the cards one by one.

The first picture is black and white symmetrical ink, shaped like a bat unfolded, and like a Victoria's Secret angel on the catwalk.

"Tell me, what did you see?"

"I saw……"

Kang Ailing thought for a while and said, "A specimen of a moth."

"really?"

"Really," Kang Ailing said earnestly, "here is the moth's body, these are the moth's wings, and here are the nails..."

"Okay, next picture."

Zong Wangchuan took out the second picture.

Kang Ailing thought for a long time looking at the picture of the symmetrical red and green ink blots, and said, "The devil is looking in the mirror."

"Why is there such a strange association?"

"do not know……"

Kang Ailing refused to give reasons.

Zong Wangchuan could only continue asking.

Kang Ailing's answers are always full of content that exceeds expectations.

Especially in the fifth and seventh inkblot pictures, Kang Ailing's answer even made Zong Wangchuan feel a little chill down his back.

He thought of a possibility, a possibility he didn't want to admit.

In order to verify this possibility, after putting away the Rorschach inkblot test card, Zong Wangchuan took out the drawing board, pen and paper, and said, "Now, let's make a drawing game."

"How to do it?"

Kang Ailing asked innocently.

Zong Wangchuan said: "It's very simple, draw a house on this piece of paper, draw a few people, and then draw a tree. If you like, you can also draw some sun for the sky, windows and doors for the house... In short, It's just a test, a simple test, don't care if the drawing is good or not."

"Then I..."

Kang Ailing scratched her hair and started to draw.

Because she didn't know how Zong Wangchuan would analyze her paintings, Kang Ailing was very cautious in her brushwork, but her lines were very decisive.

First draw the house, the house is on the upper right of the picture; then draw the big tree, the trunk of the big tree is very thick, but there are no leaves; under the big tree in front of the house, two adults with stick figures are standing in front of the door with a child, squatting on their feet with a dog.

The lines of the house and the tree are very coherent, but the lines of the parts related to people are very fragmented.

"It's painted."

Kang Ailing returned the painting to Zong Wangchuan.

After Zong Wangchuan looked at it carefully, he asked Kang Ailing: "Why did you think of drawing a dog? Have you ever raised a dog or do you want a dog?"

Kang Ailing lowered her head, unwilling to answer.

Zong Wangchuan didn't force it either.

He pointed to the two adults in the painting and asked, "Who are they?"

"Papa and Mama."

After speaking, Kang Ailing picked up the crayon and painted the hair of the two adults.

She used red crayons to draw women with curly and long hair covering the whole body, but men's hair was drawn upwards.

"Can you tell it's Dad and Mom now?"

Kang Ailing returned the painting to Zong Wangchuan.

"I can see it, although the painting style is a bit crude."

Zong Wangchuan looked at the picture carefully and asked, "Why isn't you in the picture?"

"I'm not part of this family," Kang Ailing said in a low voice, "They all treat me very well, but I know that I don't belong to this family."

"I understand your feelings, I was once a drag bottle."

Zong Wangchuan patted the girl's shoulder tenderly, and said, "By the way, why isn't your sister in the painting?"

"Mom doesn't like Sister Mingming," Kang Ailing said, "Sister Mingming doesn't like Mom either."

"But your father said..."

Before she finished speaking, Kang Ailing excitedly grabbed Zong Wangchuan's hand and said loudly: "Not a single word of that man is true! He lied! He is a liar!"

The author has something to say: The psychological test is true, and the interpretation of the psychological test is made up by me. If you are interested, you can read it, especially the Rorschach inkblot test, which is mainly used to test psychological shadows, especially the shadows related to x .

Why do psychological tests?Because the hero has guessed this possibility from the very beginning, this involves some of the hero's own past...