When Qi Tianhe's expression was loose, Qi's mother said happily: "I will introduce you to me."

He subconsciously thought it was a girl like a flower and was about to refuse, but he saw Qi's mother wavering: "Old Lu."

Another person came to the path, and the night could not cover up the smile on his face. Before the person could approach, he began to greet him: "I said why can't you find you inside..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes stopped on Qi Tianhe: "This is Tianhe."

Few people call their names like this. Qi Tianhe is a little uncomfortable, so he stood up and smiled and said hello: "Hello."

Lao Lu was not stingy with praise, and praised him very much.

Qi’s mother: “You Uncle Lu has something to ask you.”

She opened her head and Lao Lu said embarrassedly: "I have a son, sleepwalking..."

The words came to an abrupt end, and his eyes flashed.

Qi Tianhe understood and looked at his parents, and gave a wink.

I prayed to my father and mother to avoid it consciously and returned to the hall where I was drinking and chatting.

As soon as they left, Lao Lu sighed and said, "It's okay to sleepwalking, but once when I got up at night, I found him standing by the bed with a knife..."

“Stand by your bed?”

"No, his own." Old Lu showed an incomprehensible expression: "I watched him poke hard on the bedding with his own eyes."

Qi Tianhe pondered and said, "Frankly speaking, it is recommended to go to the hospital to check in the neurology department first."

"I've tried it all." Old Lu smiled bitterly: "I took him abroad for treatment two years ago, but I had no choice but to come to you."

Qi Tianhe has a high professional ability, and everyone who has been to his clinic agrees with this.

Lao Lu said with great anticipation: "Maybe the psychological intervention method can play some role."

The friend introduced by the parents must have a good personal relationship, Qi Tianhe did not refuse: "Your son..."

"Lu Nan."

"I have to see him before I can make a decision."

"Of course." Old Lu slapped his thigh and began to take out his cell phone: "I'll call him here. By the way, this child is spoiled by me and is moody. You should take care of him."

Qi Tianhe gently pressed the other party's wrist and stopped him, "Let's go tomorrow."

Old Lu was stunned: "That's right, it's too late now."

Qi Tianhe left his business card, waved his hand, the parrot flew to his shoulder, then turned around and left the garden. He returned to the hall and looked around and found his parents' figure, leaving early on on the grounds of being unwell.

For convenience, he hired a car and a driver today. At this moment, the wine gradually dissipated with the little wind, and the Qingming Festival in his eyes returned to its original state. Qi Tianhe was actually quite curious about Lu Nan's condition, and his sleepwalking behavior was also a subconscious feedback from part of his subconscious. Lu Nan's performance was very intuitive, which was to hate himself.

It is very interesting to have a child who is loved by his parents in a wealthy family without being narcissistic and arrogant, but instead deny himself.

If the game hadn't sent a sudden prompt, Qi Tianhe would have talked with Lao Lu for a few more words to understand the specific situation.

[Player: Qitianhe

Game Coin: 80/5000

Level: Parents' Meeting

Admission time: Please arrive at the Seventh Primary School of the City before 0:00 on August 17]

"Three days left."

"What?" The driver thought he was talking to him.

Qi Tianhe: "I'm sending voice to people."

The driver nodded and looked away from the rearview mirror.

Because there was a clear location this time, Qi Tianhe went back to search for No. 7 Primary School online, but no big news was found. This is an old school, which was originally for the children of employees in the factory to study. Later, the factory went bankrupt, but the school was relatively complete, so it continued to operate.

Qi Tianhe decided to visit the site tomorrow. If it was an incident that was a long time ago, the media was not so developed at that time, and many things were covered up by time.

The next day was a good weather and the sun was particularly bright.

Unless otherwise in special circumstances, Qi Tianhe personally receives no more than three clients in a day.

After seeing off the last client, he changed his clothes and prepared to go to the Seventh Primary School.

At this moment, a phone call came in, and the voice at the front desk was confused: "A gentleman named Lu Nan said he had made an appointment with you, but I didn't find his appointment record."

Qi Tianhe almost forgot that there was something else: "Let him come up."

Lu Nan has an exquisite baby face, and he looks only seventeen or eighteen years old. He looks a little hatred when he sees Qi Tianhe's eyes, and he doesn't say a word since he enters the door.

It would be a bit unhappy if you were forced to call your parents for psychological counseling, and Qi Tianhe said he could understand.

"Lu Nan..."

Lu Nan suddenly sneered: "My name is not Lu Nan, I am Mei Naozi."

“…”

Qi Tianhe was stunned for a moment, then leaned forward, crossed his hands on the table and looked at him in scrutiny: "Zhao Chengjun?"

Lu Nan: "That's a pseudonym given to me by the game."

It is difficult for Qi Tianhe to associate the hysterical and resentful schizophrenia in the dungeon with the teenager in front of him.

No matter what it is in appearance, figure, age... it is not worth the size.

"So if you killed all seven players at that time, would you be cured?"

Lu Nan finally had an expression on his cold face and frowned: "No. Whether he killed all or not, he won't kill any of them, the reward is to choose one personality to eliminate."

Qi Tianhe understood: "So in that dungeon, you are not a player, you just played the role of npc."

Lu Nan nodded: "It can be understood almost like this."

He bent his fingers and closed them hard, but he still mentioned the topic he didn't like to talk about: "The rewards players receive from the game are not generated out of thin air, but are achieved through another wave of players." He paused and asked, "What is your purpose in the game?"

Qi Tianhe avoids talking.

Lu Nan was not too surprised and seemed to expect him to give a response.

"In my opinion, if the two parties are too close to the cause and effect relationship generated by the reward, this intersection is likely to extend to reality." Lu Nan expressed his personal opinion in response to Qi Tianhe's eyes: "For example, you and me."

Qi Tianhe didn't know what he thought of, and was silent for a moment, giving a keyword: "The night after tomorrow..."

Lu Nan: "The Seventh Primary School."

Obviously the two are going to the same copy.

Psychologists need to have great self-discipline and not mention the secrets of customers at all, but at the same time they have strong curiosity because they have to constantly dig out the hidden side from the hearts of customers.

Qi Tianhe is no exception. Now the game is like a huge black hole stopping in front, bewitching him from exploring in depth.

Lu Nan had a good observation ability. When he saw him wearing a coat, he asked, "Want to go out?"

Qi Tianhe did not hide it: "Prepare to go around the Seventh Primary School."

Lu Nan thought for a while: "Let's go together."

On the way, Qi Tianhe mentioned the old story again: "Don't you really need me to treat you?"

Lu Nan: "My situation is very complicated. If I am not careful, I will easily become mentally ill, which will affect my performance in the dungeon."

Sometimes the game will issue three tasks a week, and sometimes it is less than once a month, and there is no pattern to find, so you must maintain your best condition at any time.

The Seventh Primary School is built in the old city and is surrounded by ordinary houses. These houses have been built for at least twenty years. The lower floors of the outer walls are covered with graffiti from children, which is even more mottled.

However, the greening here is done well, and pavilions and parks have been built, which are very suitable for elderly care.

garden.

The sound of mahjong can be heard from a distance. Several old men sat by the stone table, chatting and playing mahjong.

Lu Nan's whole body exuded a smell of no one entering. The old man raised his eyelids and looked at him and stopped paying attention. He focused on seeing the mahjong he felt.

Qi Tianhe is different. He has soft light attributes on his body, and he smiles so hard that he can't be a little cautious. He carried a bag of fruit, took out a few oranges and put them on the table, and said gently: "Hello, I want to consult something."

The old lady smiled and stuffed the oranges into her mouth: "You said."

"My nephew went to school next year. How is the education of our seventh primary school?"

"It's pretty good." The old lady didn't even think about answering: "My son has read it here before."

An old man next to him echoed, "So did my child."

"That's good," Qi Tianhe showed a relaxed expression, but soon felt a little distressed: "But on the way I came before, I met an aunt who said that the school was haunted before, so I told her not to go."

The old lady's face changed: "Who did you hear?"

Qi Tianhe: "I don't know."

In order to highlight the realism, an image was randomly constructed: "Wearing a yellow windbreaker, with long hair and speaking with some accent."

The old lady couldn't think of such a person. Her lips moved twice and her mahjong movements were slower: "There is such a rumor."

"Yes, I've heard it, too."

The characteristics of gossip chatting will not change with age.

Qi Tianhe opened their chatterbox, and these old men and women talked to him for forty minutes, imposed many exaggerated descriptions with self-awareness in the middle. After finally extracting them, they got this past story:
To be continued...