Technician's Manual Chapter 900

Blood Moon Nation, Cameron University Hospital.

In the psychiatric waiting area, Teresa was nervously waiting for a call.

Before going in, she checked again whether the peripherals in the chip on the back of her neck were working correctly: the spell trace module, the recording module, the personality offset module, the cranial nerve check module...

These modules can all determine whether her soul, brain, and mind have been deconstructed by miracles, but she is not to prevent danger, but to record guilt for reporting.

Yes, Teresa does not have a mental illness, nor does she come to see a doctor, but to uncover the true face of the black doctor.

In the blood moon country, psychotherapists are an indispensable and important position in society, but because patients need to open their hearts to psychotherapists, the risk is even higher than that of patients lying on the operating table waiting for laparotomy - as long as Psychotherapists can enslave the patient to ask for anything with the slightest evil intention.

"Mind control" is a crime clearly defined in the criminal law in the blood moon country. Psychotherapists are a high incidence area. In addition, business executives, university professors and politicians, etc., because this crime is aimed at 'resources' The mental enslavement of the therapist to the 'non-resourced', the latter masters the 'power distribution resources', while the psychotherapist masters the 'knowledge resources'.

At least a dozen psychotherapists are arrested every year for crossing the restricted area. In recent years, the most famous mind control criminal is Fei Nanxue, the former mayor of Kemon City. His subordinates committed various corruption crimes; followed by Xuanhe's one-time fraud master Igula, nearly 30 important people in society were still fleeing because of his bankruptcy.

Therefore, the occupational norms of psychotherapists are extremely strict, and the most stringent one is the "spiritual prescription". If a psychotherapist wants to use magic miracles on a patient, he must go through multiple layers of approval and record it, and he has to turn on the medical recorder to monitor the whole process. Any magic miracle that is not reported is a serious violation of the law.

Theresa came this time to expose the black doctor's illegal use of miracles in the treatment process.

Because her college friend Norma developed obvious symptoms of mental control after being treated by a black doctor. Not only did she not eat her favorite Snow White candy, she also stopped eating the three times a week of mud coffee, and even began to think about research institutes. Whether the admissions test is not suitable for you - this is crazy, being admitted to the research institute and becoming a blood saint is the ultimate goal of all students, who doesn't want to be a graduate student?

But Norma said that she could no longer bear careful interpersonal communication, and she was not interested in academics. She hoped to develop into the martial arts and gun arts factions, and maybe become a blood mad hunter in the future. So Teresa became more and more certain that she was being controlled by her mind—she, a human woman of less than 100 kilograms, still wanted to develop into body art and gun art? Still want to be a blood mad hunter? Is this to arouse the beastly desire of the prisoner?

It's not that there is no role-playing game in Ni Ka, how did she get on it?

From Norma's mouth, Teresa discovered that her change was due to finding a new psychotherapist. After a little investigation, she found out that it was the intern who had recently gained fame in the attached hospital, or their college sister.

But when she investigated in depth, she was immediately shocked by the influence of this black doctor - a secret support club for this black doctor was formed in the university, and all the members were patients who had been treated by the black doctor!

This is the proper mind control!

The next step is to form a cult, which is exactly the same as the leader of the cult who was arrested more than half a year ago!

In order to break the mental control of her friends, and to eradicate such outlaws, Teresa went deep into the tiger's den without hesitation, and tried her best to expose the evil true face of the black doctor!

"Number 31, Theresa Hoyle, Clinic 2."

Theresa took a deep breath and pushed open the door of the consultation room to enter.

It was different from the psychotherapy room she had seen before. Apart from the regular desk and heated beauty bed, it was unexpectedly warm inside. There were cacti on the desk, and there were lazy sofas, ergonomic chairs, rocking chairs, and swings in the corners. , and even the Sword Throne that seems to be taken out of a movie, almost everything in the world that can sit and lie down is here.

The Veela behind the desk was typing and eating fruit cake, without looking at Teresa at all, and said casually, "Sit whatever."

Looking at me, deliberately suppressed my momentum, and started to control my mind from the moment I entered the door... Teresa picked up the swing and sat down, thinking to herself.

"Isn't it familiar? This is what I copied from the swing in the nursing home. I would swing it for a few minutes before I got off work." Doctor Veela glanced at her and smiled, "Have you gone back to see Aunt Belial recently? She is still Do you take time off to go to the casino every Friday?"

"Hey?"

"I was also raised by Hoyle." Veela giggled, "I can tell from your surname."

Teresa then reacted - she and this black doctor have the same surname!

"I," Teresa stammered, "I haven't been back lately...I don't like Director Beren very much."

"Normal, except for those who like to make small reports, who would like that old witch?" Veela curled her lips, raised her hands and stretched her waist heavily, making a cat-like murmur: "I'm so happy to meet someone from the nursing home. Sister... No, this is a hospital, it doesn't seem to be worthy of joy, right?"

Theresa glanced at the powerful curve of the body under the white veela coat and immediately blushed and lowered her head, her heart was beating wildly, even a woman couldn't stop it - how long is this? Plastic surgery? But no beauty salon has given such a perfect template!

Must be a miracle!

It's too cunning, too veela to use miracles to strengthen one's own physical charm... Speaking of which, I've never been to tea and coffee, how about a few days to try the taste of veela?

"Do you want cake?"

Veela suddenly appeared in front of her, handed out a triangular fruit cake, and said seriously: "This is a cake from Lydia Cake Workshop, the cream is milk cream, not vegetable cream, and the fruit slices are fresh and super sweet. The taste is rich in layers, the only harm is that it is easy to gain weight, so you can only eat one piece!"

The smell of the cake + the nagging of the Veela + only one piece is allowed, Teresa eats it in her mouth in a daze, and waits for half of it to wake up - no, what if there is a brainwashing drug hidden in the cake? This veela is so cunning, does it actually cast spells indirectly through food?

"Because the last patient's birthday is today, I quickly ordered a cake to celebrate. I don't usually eat in the consultation room, but you are eating it now. We are already accomplices, you can't report me!"

Veela sat on the swing next to her, with Hei Si's legs together, giggling.

"Birthday?" Theresa blinked.

"It's the day that everyone is born, we have to eat a cake to celebrate, if possible, put the number of candles on the cake that is equal to the age, after blowing out, you can close your eyes and make a wish, and the others will sing 'Happy Birthday hapiness'…"

"And then?" Teresa felt like she was about to seize the veela's incriminating evidence. "After this ceremony, what will happen next?"

"The next step is to eat cake with friends." Veela spread her hands, "Enjoy the delicious cake together."

"Ah? What's the point of this ceremony?"

"The significance of this ceremony is to let everyone know that they are important and that the day they were born is a festival worth celebrating." Veela tilted her head: "Many problems of modern people are actually caused by not being selfish enough."

Theresa almost suspected that she had heard it wrong: "Not selfish enough?"

Isn't the entire Blood Moon now all refined egoists? If that's not selfish enough, how selfish is it? Blame the country for not assigning me an exclusive butler?

"A lot of people say it's selfish now, but it's just a form of following the crowd." Veela said, "Go to whatever major can make money, watch whatever movie is popular, and keep whatever tattoo is popular. ...money, looks, personality, rankings, it's all about getting the approval of others, not your own preferences."

Theresa couldn't help shaking her head: "But I read the wrong major and entered the wrong industry. Not only did I have no chance to join the research institute, but my income was not even as good as a part-time job in tea and coffee. Which items of food, clothing, housing and transportation do not require money? To make money, choose Isn't it a matter of course that the more promising route? I got the lowest score to get into Camon University. Although I prefer soil art, I always prayed 'no soil art, not soil art' when adjusting the major, because now the country is building It is to develop resources in remote areas, which is hard and tiring, and earthen art is not as popular as it was a few decades ago."

"Then what major did you go to?" Veela asked.

"Earth art." Teresa said depressedly: "So I must be admitted to the research institute and become a blood saint, otherwise I will either go to the mountain with the engineering team to develop, or I can only go to tea coffee with plastic surgery."

"Why can't I do some more ordinary occupations? Maybe not so much money, but not so tired."

"Because I eat seven packets of moon candy every day, go to mud coffee four times a week, and clothes and so on, a career with less money can't support my hobbies at all.

"But yours are not hobbies, yours are just desires." Veela smiled gently: "I am not accusing you, desires are the easiest way to relieve our fatigue, and the physiological structure of all intelligent creatures is like this. When you are tired, if you don't fill it with passion when you are empty, you will not be able to stand it, even the warmth of a stranger is better than a cold quilt.”

Theresa was startled, she subconsciously wanted to refute, but Veela's eyes were clear and gentle, dispelling all the hostility that had arisen in her heart.

"The real selfishness is that you don't need others' approval for what you do. Only do what you like, find and stay in your comfort zone." Veela said: "Don't judge yourself. The rights are left to others."

Theresa shook her head slightly and bit her lower lip: "But..."

"But it makes you feel uncomfortable when others look down on you, but you can't afford what you want without money, I understand." Veela wiped the cream from the corner of her mouth, "This is how our education is, no discrimination is allowed, but Discrimination is everywhere. Competition is not respected, but competition is everywhere. The losers are trampled to the dust, the winners cannot stop for a moment, the strong are not allowed to show their cowardice, and the weak are not allowed to cry..."

"Children are the most selfish. They cry when they are hungry, cry when they are in pain, cry when they are lonely, and cry when they are noisy. In fact, no one has become an adult, but they cannot continue to be children."

"But at least here, you can be a child for a while." Veela swayed vigorously on the swing and smiled, "Theresa, do you want another cake?"

At some point, Teresa's eyes were wet. She nodded heavily and couldn't help recalling her birth date.

Chapter end