Chapter 1924 Straightening the Mixed-Race Student (61)

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And the rich bloody smell that completely covered the smell of alcohol, lingering disgustingly around the body.

The psychiatrist sighed slightly. The seriousness of this matter was unexpected, and after careful consideration, she asked in a low voice, "Did you... kill her?"

Seven or eight-year-old children, do you kill people?

The things that make children afraid are the nausea of ​​being almost molested, and the horror of murder and blood.

The other party closed his eyes and shook his head, seemingly at a loss for a moment, "I don't know."

He stretched out his milky paws and rubbed his eyes, feeling a little dejected, "I don't know, she didn't move, I ran away... I don't know if she died... But I think she's dead, I'm so scared , I dare not say."

The psychiatrist widened his eyes, "So you didn't tell anyone about it? You almost got molested, didn't you tell your parents and friends?"

The little milk cat shrank, her fingertips shook slightly, and she shook her head slightly, "I dare not say it."

Omg.

Psychiatrists have complicated eyes.

He was seven or eight years old at the time. Although the lewd thing did not cause any real harm, the psychological impact was indelible. With such a young age, he almost killed himself with tiles... How did it come about after so many years?

Not wronged, not afraid?

"And then, you don't know, did that person die?" she asked cautiously.

The teenager shook his head in confusion, "She was in that alley, but I didn't hear any news, no newspapers, no news reports, and no hospital or police looking for me... It seems that the incident is over."

Hearing this, the doctor has understood a lot.

"So," she whispered, "you started misogynistic from that time, did you like men?"

The milky boy was silent again.

He lowered his head, staring at his wrist silently.

The psychiatrist took a look, but didn't see anything on his wrist.

"My temper has become bad, my parents are often away from home, and no one cares." He turned his wrist slightly, "It seems that a girl in the class confessed, she said she liked me, I... I suddenly felt sick, I seem to see her covered in alcohol and then blood..."

He drooped down his small head, slightly curled black covering his delicate brows, "I said I don't like girls."

Adolescent classmates who always like to gossip, pass this sentence directly into homosexuality.

"I don't know what's wrong, people point at me everywhere, the girls always talk about me when they see me, and the boys... also become very strange." The boy rubbed his eyebrows lightly, his voice slightly tired.

"I think it makes sense, I think they say I'm gay... Maybe it's right. Because I've been terrified of girls for so long... Knowing that I don't have to like women, my first reaction was very relaxed, and I also Thought I would like boys."

His fingers tightened again.

"I told my mother this."

The psychiatrist followed, feeling a little nervous. "Then... what did she say?"

Xunzhou tilted his little head, his lips were very pale, with a slight arc, as if he was smiling.

"She sent me to treatment. I heard that the treatment in that institution is very effective, but the treatment process must be kept confidential. After I signed a non-disclosure agreement, they showed me nude photos of men, took a look, and charged me with a stun stick once." He narrowed his eyes. Eyes, blue pupils flat.