MTL - Psychological Control-Chapter 114 Fanwai 2

In the urban jungle of New York, the afternoon sun rushed into the office from the staggered high-rise buildings. The interior furnishings all show a warm and stylish design. The lightening and relaxing sandalwood is still burning slowly, and the blue smoke is floating in the air.

I reached over to the table in front of me and turned off the recording button. Then he looked up at the patient in front of him and said with a smile: "Ms. Maria, let's talk about it here today. You don't have to worry. Anxiety can be cured with medication and psychological counseling, but you must remember to go back Take medicine. "

At the last reminder, I blinked at the lady, then watched her face turn red. I naturally saw this temporary patient that I met for the class, because the frequent contact during this period had caused me the feeling that should not have occurred between the doctor and the patient. But it might as well let me take advantage of this and let her take medicine on time.

Maria blushed and took a long time to ask, "Doctor Morgan, the next appointment ..."

"I'm very sorry, Maria." I still kept my gentle voice, but the meaning of the words was not blurred at all. "The next time you have a treatment, you still need to make an appointment with Dr. Allen, because the two months I said were good, my temporary shift will be over.

"But ... but!" I noticed that Maria's face paled in an instant, and her hands trembled slightly, as if anxiety was about to start again.

I got up from my seat, walked to her, leaned over and pressed her hands on her shoulders, soothing. "Maria, it's okay. Remember? I told you before, do I have to prepare for the examination for Agent FBI's application exam? Now it's time, you will bless me, right?"

After the course of treatment, it took more than ten minutes to comfort the patient who was received in the middle of the hand, and finally I was able to leave the work.

Obtaining a psychiatrist's medical license is actually just for the sake of convenience when I was reading a Ph.D. And not to mention fulfilling the dreams of previous lives, but also can make today's resume look much better. However, what I never expected was that this also brought an unnecessary trouble.

More than two months ago, I had just escaped from my professor while reading a Ph.D., away from the lunatic house where they devoted themselves to researching mental patients, and dismissed the teaching assistant job in the department. How do I know that the psychiatrist license that I just got has brought me new tasks.

Dr. Allen, a friend of the professor, wanted to go abroad to travel around the world for two months on vacation, so someone needed to take the class to take over the patients. The professor who took me happened to know that I had obtained a medical license as a psychologist, but had no actual work experience, so I simply pulled my strong man.

It seems to him that my actual work experience was not counted for almost two years in the busy year of the lunatic asylum when he was working under him. Therefore, when I was forced to work with pay, I also brought the excuse of the old professor to accumulate work experience.

After finishing my PhD in Psychology for over a year, I was too busy to be too busy. Generally speaking, it takes about three years to study for a doctoral degree in philosophy. However, after I decided to continue the master's and PhD programs, I was busy with various papers and accumulating word-of-mouth. At the same time, I was also earning my credits, which was completed in two years.

After getting my degree and medical license, I happened to be in the recruitment period of FBI. After submitting my resume and going through a long background check, a lot of information about drug tests and physical examination forms were sent by mail. past. Finally, two months ago I was informed that I was ready to go to the fbi Washington headquarters for further various tests next week.

In fact, the recruitment of FBI agents generally requires candidates to have at least five years of work experience in the industry, and the master's degree or above can only be reduced to two years. But I have a background in publishing a number of essays praised by professors and experts in the industry, as well as a recommendation letter written with the help of my old professor and Bau Rigidian, all of which stand out.

Coming home from work early to pack my luggage, I lived in London for two months and was a small single apartment. However, although the sparrow is all small, the bedroom, bathroom, living room and kitchen are all packed in a small area. Dillon naturally left Miami to run his weapon shop.

Although when I was in Stanford, Dillon hired an employee to help him run a weapon shop and stayed with me to San Francisco. But two months after I moved to New York after graduating from Stanford, he simply returned to Miami to take over his job.

Unconsciously, we will be together for almost five years. Although no one is calculating the exact day, in retrospect, the passage of time is still shocking. I am twenty-five years old this year, just two years older than the minimum age requirement for fbi candidates, and Dillon's 31 years have not changed him in these years.

Maybe it's the cause of a paralyzed face that keeps him from wrinkling? Dillon and I get along with each other without lack of passion. It can be said that it is the best state to maintain a long-term relationship between the two. But what struck me lately is that Dillon seems to have started a new business again. I found his outreach increased.

It can't be the nonsense of derailment, because I know that when he started these actions, it was after I really decided to become an FBI agent. What is he preparing for?

I can't think of it at half past one, but it's not difficult to imagine that this man who is always worried that I will put myself in danger, will do something to look after and care for me.

"Beep" The ringtone on the phone rang for a while, and Dillon's voice rang from the end of the phone. "Are you going to fly to Washington again?" Without opening the greeting, it was straightforward. Obviously, this person was in a bad mood.

I snorted and laughed silently. "Dillon, don't be emotional. My goal is to enter the Department of Behavioral Analysis Science, bau, and position as a profiler. So rest assured, I won't get into any gang or special operations undercover. Besides, Pass or fail the test has to be said. Isn't it? "

"Do you think I would believe you, Brian?" Dillon's low voice came, though his tone was still bad, but with a gentleness. "After you flew to Washington, what I left in New York this past will help you get it back?"

"Well, trouble you." I said with a smile, "But if I pass, I will go to the fbi headquarters in Virginia for another four and a half months to train for another four and a half months. You know, So don't you plan to fly over to see me tomorrow? I leave the day after tomorrow, if you really want to go for four months, can you still survive? "

"..." There was silence over the microphone, only Dillon's breathing. It took a while before he gritted his teeth and said, "Brian! This is what you asked for! Wait, I'll change the ticket now!"

On the last day in New York, the sun came in through the small window above the bedroom bed early in the morning. Lying on the not-so-large double bed, I and Dillon, who like to sleep on their backs, seemed a bit narrower than their home in Miami.

The sheets underneath were wrinkled, and it was only at certain times of the month that it would suffer from Dillon from afar. At this time, because of Dillon's madness yesterday, he got the mold.

I rubbed my temples and sat up. After a while, I got out of bed and changed my clothes. The comfortable casual clothes were suitable for flying. The things you need to take with you were already packed together when Dillon arrived yesterday.

Just as I looked back into the room, thinking about whether I had forgotten anything for the last time, I suddenly found a hand behind me and stretched out my neck and locked my neck! The feeling of suffocation made me react almost instantaneously, and the right elbow hit back. When the person behind turned sideways to avoid, he rolled his hands around his shoulders and threw him 180 degrees.

"Hmm ..." When Dillon was thrown out, he made a protective gesture subconsciously, and then, because the bedroom was too narrow, his knee bumped into the corner of the closet.

In recent years, in addition to my professional knowledge of psychology, I have not forgotten the physical training and self-protection ability. Dillon taught me all the skills to be learned in the army such as capture. What's more, he even extended to pretending to be a street bum, how to make an effective Sanda method that seems to have no systematic learning.

"Ah ..." Dillon was still so boring even if he was crying, not to mention that at this moment he was still full of red fruits, like a big lion cat just waking up, without any deterrent force at all.

"Early in the morning, why?" I looked down at him from top to bottom, with silent contempt in my eyes. "Did you toss enough yesterday? If I had a backache because I was sitting for too long while flying, could I not answer your call for a month?"

"..." Dillon stood silently rubbing his knees, then picked up the clothes by the bed and put them on. "Don't call me ... I'm not here to make a final practice confirmation of your capture before you leave?"

"So are you sure?" I quite cried out of the quilt, took out a tampon and let him find t 裇 who hadn't found it for a long time.

"Okay, okay." Dillon pursed his lips, took the clothes I had passed with a serious face, and stretched his arms over his sleeves. "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport."

I watched his dressing move for a while. Then I replied, "Then let's go." Well, the reason is that the sun is too shadowy. The texture of this man's chest muscles and the muscle lines of his arms makes me look at the most likely four months. See, and there was great regret. 2k novel reading network