The Twilight Files

By LAUREN

A psychological counselor who is good at behavioral psychological analysis encounters bizarre murder cases. Each case seems to be related to him. This is a psychological game, bizarre and strange... In the end, when he gets closer to the truth, he discovers everything. It contains a shocking mystery.

• Language: English
• Publisher: LAUREN
• Release date: Apr 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798869309815

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Volume 1 The Invisible Man

Chapter 1 Topaz

It's raining heavily outside, and no one will come here again in this kind of weather. I asked Li Qing to find yesterday's consultation record. I wanted to take a look at it again. I always felt that there was something wrong with the person who asked for help yesterday, but I couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Here's the thing. Yesterday afternoon when she was about to get off work, Li Qing came to my office and said that a woman was looking for me, but she did not make an appointment. I was in a hurry to go to a friend's dinner, so I asked Li Qing to make an appointment with her. After a while, Li Qing came in again. She told me that the person looked very anxious and excited, as if he had been greatly stimulated, and he must see me now.

I had no choice but to agree.

She entered my office and sat on the chair opposite my desk. She looked at me but said nothing. I didn't see the anxiety and excitement that Li Qing said. Instead, I felt that she was calm and calm. I stood up and poured a glass of water in front of her, then sat back and looked at her quietly. She lowered her head, picked up the water glass on the table, took a slight sip, then played with it gently with both hands for a while, and then put it back on the table.

This silence lasted for about five minutes. She finally raised her head, met my eyes, and asked gently: Are you Teacher Zhu Yi? I nodded and smiled slightly. She continued: I am Zhang Li's friend. I encountered some things and felt helpless and scared. Zhang Li asked me to come to you. She said that only you can help me. I smiled and said: I know Zhang Li Li, she is my classmate in college. Can you introduce yourself? She did not rush to answer my question, but took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her bag and asked, Is that okay? I Push the ashtray in front of her. She lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said slowly: My name is Huang Yu. I am 32 years old and I run a bar with my friends. I nodded and motioned for her to continue. She said: Actually, I came today because I encountered some strange things that made me very uneasy. At this time, she picked up the water glass in front of her again, took a sip of water, and then continued: I feel like I'm always in trouble recently. Someone is following me, and I can even feel a pair of eyes watching me. I sat up straight and started my consultation notes. I asked: Have you had a good rest recently? She smiled bitterly: Not good. Suddenly two eyes looked at me directly and said to me: I also found that my husband is not my husband. I looked Looking at her, I saw fear in her eyes. I said: Why do you feel like this? She shook her head: I don't know, I just feel that everything about him feels so strange to me now, even his body odor feels different to me. I Asked her: Do you think someone wants to harm you? She replied: Yes, he must want me to die. Only if I die can he realize his wish. I initially judged that Huang Yu has a strong sense of being victimized. Delusional, but her calmness struck me as odd. I then asked, Did you say your husband wanted to harm you? She didn't answer me, she just raised her hand to look at her watch, then stood up hurriedly and said, Teacher Zhu, I'm sorry, I have something urgent to do and I have to leave first. . He took a business card I put on the table and left in a hurry.

After Huang Yu left, I asked Li Qing if he really saw her anxiety and excitement. Li Qing confirmed it and said that when Huang Yu left, she said she would come again. I was in a hurry to catch the meal, so I left without paying much attention to it.

Now that I think about it, I always feel that there is some problem that I have overlooked. What is it? Looking through the records, recalling yesterday's scene. Overall, Huang Yu made me feel very calm yesterday. Such calmness is very abnormal. If she was truly delusional, she should be somewhat neurotic, but she was too calm, including the tone and intonation of her words. If it weren't for the fear in her eyes when she mentioned her husband, I would have thought she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her. And although what she said was hard to believe, her language was clear and without any logical errors.

It's still raining heavily outside. I tried hard to think about the scene when I was talking to Huang Yu. What did I overlook? By the way, it's the eyes, Huang Yu's eyes. There is a huge element of distrust in those eyes. It is this kind of eyes that makes me feel uncomfortable all the time. Why is she looking at me like that? Is it because she thinks I don't believe her? Or is she simply unwilling to tell the truth to me? Then why does she have to see me? I suddenly felt the need to call Zhang Li.

Zhang Li said that Huang Yu was introduced by her. She often hung out in Huang Yu's bar and the two became acquainted. She told me that Huang Yu was not feeling well recently and felt very worried, so she asked Huang Yu to come to me. She thought that Huang Yu must be under too much psychological pressure, leading to mental stress, and she hoped that I could help her. I asked her if she knew why Huang Yu was nervous, and she said Huang Yu didn't tell. I didn’t ask any more questions, just chatted casually and then hung up.

Li Qing came in and told me Huang Yu was here.

I looked out the window, the rain was still so heavy.

Huang Yu came in the rain, so Li Qing took a dry towel to dry her hair, put my suit on her shoulders, and asked her to sit opposite me. I said to her: It's raining so hard, why don't you take an umbrella? She looked at me and shivered a little. The weather in April was still a bit cold. She said, I ran away. He locked me up at home, and I climbed out of the window secretly. I asked her, Do you mean your husband by him? She nodded vigorously. Said: He saw your business card and knew that I came to see you. He was very angry and wouldn't let me go out. He locked me in the bedroom. I poured a cup of hot water for her and she took it. I could feel it. Her hands were shaking. Compared with yesterday, she was very nervous and scared today, with fear and helplessness in her eyes.

I gently said to her: Huang Yu, don't worry, drink some water first to warm yourself up. She drank the water slowly, her shoulders shrugged slightly, and she cried softly. I asked her: You should tell me everything, otherwise I can't help you. She raised her head, put the cup on the table and said: What I said yesterday is true. I really don't know why this is happening. I'm so scared. I said, Then why did your husband lock you up? Just because you came to me for psychological consultation? She said, I don't know. As soon as he saw your business card, he suddenly lost his temper and even Slap me hard. I looked at her face carefully, and sure enough, there were still faint marks on her face. I asked, Did he have the same temper before? She shook her head and said, He used to be very good and never lost his temper with me. I said, When did you find out that he had changed? She said that it was just now. One night a week ago, she woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to drink water. Suddenly she felt that he was so strange. Except that he had the same body as her husband, she could no longer find any familiar feeling. After she finished speaking, she suddenly stood up, walked to me and held my hand tightly and said, Teacher Zhu, you must help me. I'm so scared. I don't want to die. I held her hand and gently Qing said to her: Relax, it's okay, you'll be fine.

I am a psychological counselor. From a psychological point of view, it seems that she has serious psychological problems, but everything she said is so true, especially the look in her eyes that expects me to believe her. I am not hasty to judge, I think there is Take the opportunity to talk to her husband. The crux of many problems should be her husband.

The rain stopped and she left in a hurry like last time.

Early the next morning, I received a call from Zhang Li. She told me that Huang Yu committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Huang Yu jumped from the top of the building where she ran the small bar.

After Huang Yu's death, the police came to me for questioning. I showed the consultation records to the police. After reading it, the police concluded that Hua Huang Yu was a mental patient and that her death was suicide, and closed the case. At the same time, I learned from the police that it turned out that Huang Yu did not have a husband. She had divorced a few years ago and had been living alone. Neighbors also testified that they had never seen a man entering or leaving her home.

My consultation with Huang Yu also ended due to her death. I still keep her thin two-page consultation record and put it in my filing cabinet.

One morning probably about a month and a half after Huang Yu's death, Li Qing handed me an email as soon as I entered the office. He only wrote the recipient, but not the sender. When I opened the mail, there were only a few photos. Except for one photo of a person, the others were landscape photos. To be precise, they were not landscape photos, but long-range photos of a cemetery. And that photo of a person made me feel scared, with a slight chill on my back. The beautiful woman in the photo was actually the dead Huang Yu.

Li Qing came over curiously and wanted to know what was in the email. I handed her the photo. She screamed and threw the photo back to my desk. She asked, Is that what was in the email? I nodded. , she said: Who is playing such a prank? It's so scary. I smiled, and I thought it was a prank, but what happened next made me have to face a terrifying fact.

Volume 1 The Invisible Man Chapter 2 Detective Deng Kun

Zhang Li was my college classmate. After graduation, she joined a newspaper and was a reporter and editor of the Evening News. She and I have always had a good relationship, and when I got married her relationship with my wife was better than with me. Because they all have many common hobbies.

Zhang Li is already divorced, so she enjoys her single bourgeois life to the fullest. Several close classmates in our university often gather together, usually initiated by her. She is a very organized woman, shrewd, capable, and enthusiastic. She has many friends, which has a lot to do with her personality. . Her husband, or rather ex-husband, is a criminal policeman named Deng Kun. Deng Kun is a career-oriented man, three years older than Zhang Li. His work does not have a normal schedule. Coupled with his enthusiasm for work, he has almost no time to take care of his family. Zhang Li often loses his temper because of this. Later, the two started a cold war and finally divorced.

Zhang Li called me and asked me to meet at Yesterday Again in the afternoon. She specifically told me that it was Deng Kun who wanted to see me for something. In my memory, I don’t have much interaction with Deng Kun. Except for our contact with Zhang Li when she got married, we mostly just listened to Zhang Li’s chatter before their divorce.

There was not much work in the morning. Liang Ping, the director of the consulting center, who is also my practice supervisor, organized a meeting for several consultants from the center to understand the recent consulting work and put forward some suggestions. Liang Pingyuan was originally a psychiatrist in a psychiatric hospital. When the psychological counseling industry first emerged, he resigned and founded the Xinya Psychological Counseling Center. There are five consultants in the center, and we all have a very harmonious relationship with each other. Although each of them is busy with his or her own work with his or her assistant, they often communicate with each other on some special cases.

Liang Ping is also my teacher. He taught us abnormal psychology when I was training as a psychological counselor in medical school four years ago. At that time, I studied very seriously and often asked him some questions. I gradually became familiar with him. After I obtained the national third-level psychological counselor qualification and practiced with him for another half a year, he officially invited me to join his center.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, I went to the Yesterday Again cafe on Fushui Road on time. Zhang Li and Deng Kun had already arrived.

After everyone said a simple hello, we sat down. I looked at Deng Kun carefully. He had changed a lot from when he got married. It turned out that his fair face had stubble, and his energy was very low, making him feel very haggard. But there is determination in his eyes.

Deng Kun ordered a pot of Excellent Nanshan coffee and poured it for everyone. Then the conversation started: Brother Zhu, I heard Xiaoli say that Huang Yu came to you for consultation before he died? I nodded and replied: Yes, I came twice. Isn't this case closed? Deng Kun shook his head and said, Yes, the case is closed, but I don't believe Huang Yu will commit suicide. After he finished speaking, he bit his lip. I felt that he was a little excited, but also a little nervous and uneasy. I looked at Zhang Li doubtfully, and Zhang Li said, One month before Huang Yu committed suicide, she went to Deng Kun and told Deng Kun that someone was trying to harm her. I asked, Have Deng Kun and Huang Yu known each other before? Zhang Li said helplessly: I just found out that Huang Yu and Deng Kun are high school classmates. Deng Kun continued: Yes, we are high school classmates. In early March, Huang Yu came to me and said that he always felt like someone was following him. Someone wanted to harm her, but no matter how I asked her, she said it was just a feeling, a strong feeling. At that time, I wondered if she had a mental problem. I didn't take her words seriously. It wasn't until something happened to her that I felt that it was not that serious. Simple. I said, Why did you say she didn't commit suicide? He said, More than a month after Huang Yu's death, I received an email. I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in my heart, and I quickly asked him: What's in the mail? He took out a few photos from the bag behind him. I took them and looked at them. They were the ones I received. I was filled with doubts and some fears. But I still said: This is probably just a prank by some good guy. Deng Kun said: No, look at this again. He handed over a piece of paper.

There were a few words written on the piece of paper: I struggle, but I always feel that death is approaching. I want to live, and that person who is a complete stranger to me must die, must. There is no beginning, no signature. I asked Deng Kun: Are you sure it is Huang Yu's handwriting? He nodded firmly: How could a person with such a desire to survive commit suicide? I handed the thing back to him, and he said: I have never been able to find out whether it was Huang Yu's handwriting or not. Who sent it, and what is the purpose of this sender? I did not answer him, but I told him all the contents of Huang Yu's two consultations at the consultation center. I knew that this was the reason why he came to me. At this time, I felt that there was an invisible net that trapped us, and the knot pulling the net was Huang Yu's case. I didn't tell Deng Kun that I also received such an email. I didn't want to get too involved in this case. After all, Huang Yu was already a thing of the past for me. Besides, the police have clearly closed the case. But I didn't hold back my curiosity. I pointed to the landscape photos and asked Deng Kun: Do you know where this place is in the photos? Deng Kun replied: That is Cemetery No. 34. Go out of the city from the south of the city. 34 kilometers away, Huang Yu is buried there." I advised Deng Kun not to think too much, as the matter has passed, but Deng Kun blamed himself very much. He thought that if he believed Huang Yu at that time, he would investigate diligently and give Huang Yu appropriate justice. Protect, maybe Huang Yu will not die. He said he wanted to continue investigating. Although the police had closed the case, he wanted to pursue it himself. I knew he was determined, and at the same time I felt that this was also a very dangerous thing. I couldn’t explain why, but it was just too weird and unreasonable.

Before we broke up, I left him my business card and told him that if he needed any help, call me directly and there was no need to go through Zhang Li to make an appointment.

After dinner, my wife watched cartoons with the children, and I made a pot of strong tea and went into the study. I always think of Huang Yu's case. There are too many things I don't understand and too many whys. Who would send photos of Huang Yu and the cemetery to me and Deng Kun after her death? What is his purpose? Generally, there are two purposes, one is to avenge Huang Yu, and the other is to provoke us. But why is there an extra piece of paper in the email to Deng Kun?

The phone rang, I looked at it, and it was an unfamiliar number: Brother Zhu, this is Deng Kun. I quickly asked: It's Deng Kun, what can I do? After a while, he said: Can you go somewhere with me? I asked him where he was going, and he replied: Huang Yu's house. I refused him. I didn't want Huang Yu's incident to affect my life. I could clearly feel his disappointment. .

After hanging up his phone, I couldn't help but feel a little sad. Deng Kun was full of guilt for Huang Yu's death, but what about me? When Huang Yu told me everything, I never took her words seriously, and I couldn't really help her. I was wondering whether my approach of staying out of the matter was right, and whether I should be like Deng Kun and work hard to find out all this.

I'm waiting. I think Deng Kun will definitely call me again. No matter what the result of his visit to Huang Yu's house is, he will tell me, because now I am the only one he can tell about it.

It wasn't until 11:30 in the evening that Deng Kun called me. He told me that he found some clues at Huang Yu's house and wanted me to help look at them. I asked him to take them to the consultation center tomorrow morning. In fact, I want to think carefully about whether I really want to get involved in this case.

Deng Kun came early the next morning. Let him into the office and close the door.

What Deng Kun brought were two scriptures, one was the Prajnaparamita Heart Sutra and the other was the Great Compassion Mantra. The two books looked new, but when I opened them, I found that the pages had been worn a lot, and they must have been read countless times. Deng Kun told me that Huang Yu never believed in ghosts and gods. Whenever her classmates went out to play and met temples, they would burn incense and worship Buddha. Huang Yu was very disdainful. She often said that my fate was up to me. From this it seems that she should be a confident person. But what changed her, and why did she become interested in Buddhist scriptures?

Deng Kun said that he should check the source of the scriptures. I also think this should be a breakthrough. How did the scriptures come from? When did Huang Yu start studying Buddhist scriptures? And why she was interested in Buddhist scriptures. I think it should be found in the Buddhist scriptures. Source to get some answers. I don't know if it is right to participate in the case, but I feel it is necessary to find out what happened to Huang Yu, not only because of my curiosity, but also because of my professional responsibility as Huang Yu's consultant. When Deng Kun left, he left me all the information on his investigation into the Huang Yu case. Because the police station had closed the case, all his investigations could only be conducted privately. I'm a little worried for him. His investigation lacks the support of the police and can easily exceed the boundaries of the law.

There was no appointment this morning. I stayed alone in the office quietly, carefully studying the information left by Deng Kun. Huang Yu was divorced at the age of twenty-nine. She has been alone for more than three years now. During this period, she has not had a boyfriend, and she has not found any man to have close contact with her. So who was the person Huang Yu mentioned in his two consultations? The information records Huang Yu's living habits in detail. Her life is very simple. She usually goes to the bar at around 11 o'clock every day and returns home around 1 in the morning. I like to travel with friends and occasionally play mahjong. But in the past six months, she has had almost no activities. She spends her time between the bar and home every day. I have an intuition that something unusual must have happened in the past six months, and some useful information should be found in the bar.

Volume 1: The Invisible Man Chapter 3: The Art of Weary of Victory

When I got off work in the afternoon, I received a call from Deng Kun. He invited me to have dinner together at a small restaurant near our center.

Deng Kun arrived just after I had ordered the food. He was always so impatient. As soon as we met, he asked me if I had read the information and if I had discovered anything. I smiled and said, Let me tell you about your investigation first. It seems that you should gain something. He picked up the cup and took a sip of water. These two books are Master Juechen of Qianling Temple. It was given to her. I looked at him doubtfully, and he continued: I took the book and asked at several Buddhist supplies stores in the city, and they all said it was not the version they sold, and asked me to find a temple. I asked, it should be printed by the temple itself and distributed to pilgrims. The only bigger temple in the city is Qianling Temple, so I went there. I brought a photo of Huang Yu and asked the deacon in the temple if he had seen Huang Yu. , they all said they had never seen it, and I was very disappointed. When I was about to go down the mountain, a young monk told me that I had seen the person in the photo, and that he often came to see Master Juechen for a while. I found Master Juechen, and he told me He gave the book to Huang Yu. About half a year ago, Huang Yu went to Qianling Temple to offer incense and drew a fortune teller to ask about good or bad luck. At that time, it was Master Juechen who interpreted the fortune for her. At this point, he paused and drank again. saliva. I asked: Then it must be a lottery, right? He glanced at me: How do you know? If it wasn't a lottery and it wasn't a sign of great misfortune, she wouldn't often go to the temple to look for Jue in the future. Dust. I said. He thought for a moment and nodded. I motioned for him to continue. He said: Master Juechen told me that what she asked for was indeed a fortune-teller, which would be very dangerous and cause bloody disasters. Of course, I don't believe this. How can there be ghosts and gods in this world? Everything must have scientific basis. He said After a pause, he continued: Master Juechen gave her two scriptures to read when she had nothing to do. Later she went there several times, and Master Juechen taught her a lot of Buddhist principles. By the way, she also I invited a Guanyin statue from the temple. After listening to his story, I felt like there was something missing. When I asked again, he said that was all. I originally wanted to ask him to accompany me to Huang Yu's bar after dinner, but now I changed my mind. I said to him: Deng Kun, you eat slowly. I have something to go out for. I will call you later." He asked me where I was going, but I didn't say anything and hurriedly left the restaurant.

After taking a taxi, I went to Qianling Temple and went straight to Juechen's Zen room.

In fact, I am very familiar with Juechen. He is one of the few people who knows that I am a lay disciple of Buddhism.

Juechen was stunned for a moment when he saw me, and then said, You're not just here to drink tea with me right now, are you? I smiled and said nothing. He slowly took care of the tea set on the table and said to me: If I guessed correctly, the policeman who came during the day must be related to you, right? I said: What do you think? He took a sip. Mouth: Are you here also about Huang Yu? I nodded and said, Yes, you didn't tell the policeman anything during the day, you can tell me now. Juechen smiled bitterly: I won't tell him. , because he doesn't believe it. Are you saying that Huang Yu was possessed by evil spirits? If I guessed correctly, she should have been possessed by the art of hating victory, so I asked her to invite Guanyin, or I was the one who gave the blessing. I I know that the so-called art of defeating is a kind of witchcraft practiced by ancient alchemists. Legend has it that people or objects can be subdued by curses. This is usually achieved through mediums, that is, objects that are disgusting, such as little figures with birthdays written on them, hair, and coins. etc.

I feel that things are getting more and more complicated. Although my profession is highly scientific, I am not a pan-atheist. On the contrary, from some experiences in Tibet, I know that there are many things in the world that science cannot explain for the time being. I looked at Juechen and asked: Are you sure? He smiled: If you didn't have such doubts, would you come to me? You are a lay disciple of Tibetan Buddhism. You shouldn't read these simple things. No way. I smiled awkwardly and said, I had my suspicions too, but at first I didn't want to get too deeply involved in this case, so I didn't think much about it. He said, Everything has a cause and a result. You If you want to hide from someone, you can't.

Juechen is very good at making tea, especially he can always get some good tea leaves. We drank tea and chatted, and it was almost ten o'clock before I left.

When I returned to the city, I immediately called Deng Kun and told him that I wanted to visit Huang Yu's house. He slightly despised me and said that I wouldn’t even go if he invited me to go yesterday. But he still drove over to pick me up and went to Huang Yu's house together.

Huang Yu's home is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, but it is luxuriously decorated and the colors are warm. In the northeast corner of the living room, I saw a statue of Guanyin enshrined. I bowed my head to the Guanyin statue, then picked it up and looked at it carefully. Deng Kun didn't understand what I was doing, but he didn't ask and just stood next to me silently. I found some blood stains under the base of the Guanyin statue. I handed the Guanyin to Deng Kun and said, Try to figure out what kind of blood this is. In fact, I already had the answer in my mind, but I needed to scientifically confirm my guess. He nodded and put the Guanyin statue into his backpack. I didn't stay in the living room and went straight to Huang Yu's bedroom. I turned over the bed, but found nothing. I got under the bed and searched carefully. I wanted to find one thing, which was the object of disgust. Finally, when I looked up at the mattress above my head, I found that there seemed to be a small white paper man on the mattress with some numbers written on it, which should be Huang Yu's birthday. The paper man was for people to use. The tack was stuck under the mattress and was very flat. I gently took it off and put it in my purse.

Deng Kun saw everything in his eyes, This is witchcraft. You don't think it was witchcraft that killed Huang Yu, do you? I didn't answer him. In fact, I knew the art of hating victory, but I didn't really believe that Huang Yu was the one who killed Huang Yu. Death by witchcraft, everything must be investigated slowly to get the result. So I urged to leave here.

Two days later, Deng Kun called me to tell me that the blood on the Guanyin statue was found to be human blood. To be precise, it was a woman’s menstrual blood.

My guess was correct. The consecrated Guanyin statue was stained by menstrual blood. It seems that there are more mysteries to be solved behind the Huang Yu case. My curiosity drove me to make up my mind to get to the bottom of this matter.

Liang Ping referred a seeker to me. He told me that this girl was originally admitted to a mental hospital, but after being admitted to the hospital, the examination and tests were not as serious as her parents said. She was not mentally ill, but had some neurasthenia and depression. . I carefully looked at the examination and test results of the psychiatric hospital. The girl's name is Wang Qinghan, she is 25 years old and works in human resources in a private company. Her self-report is as follows: In the past two months, I have always felt that there is something wrong with my body, especially my brain. I feel like there is a tumor growing inside, but I have been to many hospitals for examinations and nothing was found. I doubted the doctor’s diagnostic ability, and even wondered if they deliberately didn’t tell me the real situation. So she was always anxious and her temper became increasingly irritable. She didn’t believe everyone’s words and always said that everyone was collaborating to deceive her. She often wakes up at night and sighs, and sometimes throws things away. Her family was so tortured that they had no choice but to send her to a mental hospital yesterday. I don't think there is anything wrong with the examination results from the mental hospital. Most people with high work pressure and neurasthenia will have some hypochondriasis and relatively large mood swings. I decided to take over Wang Qinghan's case.

I asked Li Qing to call her and inform her to come to the center tomorrow morning and let's talk.

The next morning I was sending my daughter to kindergarten, so it was already past nine o'clock when I arrived at the center. Li Qing said that Wang Qinghan was in my office.

When I entered the office, I saw a girl sitting on the chair opposite the desk. She stood up immediately when she heard my footsteps. I smiled and motioned for her to sit down, and I also sat in my seat. She wore a lavender dress and had a student's haircut, with neat flowing hair. She is not pretty, but her facial features are very delicate, and she is not tall, about 1.6 meters tall. Her face was haggard, and that feeling of sadness was revealed between her brows. She saw that I was very nervous, so she pinched the hem of my skirt and rubbed it with both hands.

As a habit, I poured her a glass of water and asked her to drink a little to relax her mood. She put one hand on her chest and picked up the water glass with the other hand. Then she suddenly looked at me and said, Doctor, I'm not mentally ill. Really, I'm not. I smiled slightly and said to her, I know. , I also believe that you are not mentally ill, and I am not a doctor, I am just a psychological counselor. Her mood relaxed a little, and I continued: In fact, everyone has some psychological problems to one degree or another, but it's just serious. The degree varies, and as long as it doesn’t affect your normal life and work, it’s not a big problem.

She said nothing and put the cup to her mouth. I said nothing and looked at her quietly, knowing that her emotions needed to be calmed.

She moved her eyes away from the cup, but did not look at me. Instead, she looked at a painting on the wall, which was a girl holding a clay pot. She stared at it for a few seconds and then turned to another painting. A landscape painting, the picture is autumn, with fallen leaves flying. Her brows sometimes wrinkled and sometimes relaxed. A faint smile flashed across her face, but in an instant it was filled with sadness. At this time I spoke: Yes, life is very fragile and short, especially for women. No matter how beautiful the appearance is, it cannot withstand the passage of time. She looked at me in surprise: How do you know that I am here? What are you thinking about? I smiled and answered her: I guessed. Many questions could not be explained to her. Sometimes people's micro-expressions can best reflect the true inner world. I just conducted a behavioral psychological analysis on her.

Volume 1, The Invisible Man, Chapter 4, 1993 (Insert Narrative)

On January 23, 1993, my recruit company welcomed the first Spring Festival after arriving in Tibet. I watched the Spring Festival Gala that night before turning off the lights and going to bed. We thought there would be no more emergency gatherings during the Chinese New Year, so we were very relaxed and fell asleep on the bed. The equipment that should have been organized was also placed in a mess. At about three o'clock in the middle of the night, a sharp whistle woke us up from our sleep. Everyone was in a mess, and from time to time we heard someone quietly cursing: Damn it, we gathered in an emergency during the Chinese New Year, and we won't let anyone live. After the scolding, we arrived at the playground quickly, but it was worse than It's usually a full minute slower.

The recruit company commander had a long face and roared: You are soldiers. You should be highly vigilant at all times. Today's emergency assembly was delayed for a full minute. What does one minute mean? For soldiers, it means bloodshed. and sacrifice. Each platoon, check the equipment. The results of the equipment inspection showed that a large number of soldiers had incomplete equipment, or their backpacks were not packed properly. The company commander angrily cursed in his pure Yunnan accent: You new recruits, you won't know what your last name is after the festival. Take a break and stand at attention. It's all there, five kilometers of cross-country, running and walking. It's not the first time for us to run a five-kilometer cross-country race at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, but it's the first time we've spent the New Year's Day like this.

It was very dark that night, there was no moon in the sky, and there were only a few stars hanging in the sky. The sky in Tibet is very close, and the stars seem to be within reach. I don’t know how long I ran, but I gradually fell behind the team. The platoon leader called my name from the front and roared hard, but I couldn’t hear clearly what he said. My feet seemed to be filled with lead, so heavy that I could hardly lift them. I couldn't help but slow down. Anyway, I was at the bottom every five kilometers, and I was used to it. At worst, I would go back and listen to their roar again.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the sweat on my body turned cold against my body. My ears were filled with the sound of wind, and the team in front could no longer be seen.

This place is called Renqinggang, and there is only a small road leading to the recruit company, surrounded by bushes more than one meter high. I simply found a place to sit on the roadside. Anyway, it was less than a kilometer away from the recruit company. I took a rest before rushing back. I took out the cigarette, lit it and slowly enjoyed it. Then I heard footsteps coming from the way we came. I'm sure our team has passed by, but it's almost four o'clock, who would still be walking on such a road? I dared to ask loudly: Who? There was no response. The footsteps were approaching, but something strange happened. I heard the footsteps passing in front of me, but I didn't see anyone. I am not a timid person, but I was very scared at this time, and my heart felt like it was in my throat. I wanted to figure out what was going on. Although I was full of fear, I still chased forward following the sound of quick steps. I knew there was a Taoist class not far ahead. If anything happened, I would run there. The Taoist class leader Gasong’s family lived there.

When I thought I was getting close, the sound of footsteps suddenly disappeared, leaving only the wind whistling in my ears.

For the first time in my life, I felt that the night was so terrifying and ferocious. I ran forward with all my strength. I ran to the Taoist class, and the lights were on.

I banged the door hard and shouted: Gasong, open the door. The door opened. Gasong raised the felt curtain and let me in, and asked me in broken Chinese: It's so late, are you there? What's going on? Only then did I notice a young man in the room, not much older than me. I picked up the pot from the stove, took the bowl and poured myself a bowl of butter tea. I took a big sip and said, Emergency gathering, five-kilometer training."

The young man was dressed very fashionably, but one could tell at a glance that he was also Tibetan. Wearing a black down jacket, jeans, high leather boots, and a peaked cap, he held a Patriot Walkman in his hand. But his eyes were fixed on me, and his Chinese was much fluent than Gasong's: Are you nervous? Did you encounter something strange? I looked at him, then at Gasong, and nodded. , told them the experience just now. Gasong smiled bitterly at the young man and said something in Tibetan that I couldn't understand. The young man stood up and said to me: Take me to the place where you heard the footsteps just now. I asked Gasong who this young man was, and Gasong said he was Zhubigu. I didn't know Zhubigu. What did it mean, but it was hard to ask. He took a flashlight and motioned for me to lead the way. Although I didn't know who he was, I still took him there according to what he said. Gasong followed closely behind, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand and muttering.

When we arrived at that place, the young man looked around and then motioned for us to sit down. I wanted to ask Gasong what Zhubigu meant, but Gasong winked and signaled me not to speak. About ten minutes later, footsteps sounded again, still in the same direction, from far to near, but when the flashlight was shot, there was still no one. At this time, the young man took out something from his arms, which was like a small flute, as white as jade. He put it to his lips and blew it gently. The sound was not loud, not harsh, gentle and soothing. In less than a minute, he put down his flute, turned around and said a few words to Gasong in Tibetan. Gasong nodded vigorously, then he looked at me with a smile and said, Let's go sit down in the Taoist class and let's chat. I can answer your doubts. I thought for a while, although I don't know what kind of punishment I will face if I go back late, but I must figure out what is going on, otherwise this fear will make my heart Casting shadows.

Back at the Taoist class, Gasong poured butter tea for everyone again. I took out cigarettes, one for each of us, and couldn't help but ask the young people: Just now, Gasong said your Zhubigu, what did Zhubigu mean? The young man smiled and looked at Gasong. Gasong said: In our Tibetan Buddhism, people who have achieved good results in practice and can be reincarnated according to their own wishes are called 'Zhubigu'. In the words of you Han people, they can also be called 'Living Buddha.' Now it was my turn to be surprised. The young man in front of me turned out to be a reincarnated Living Buddha. I asked curiously: Such a young living Buddha? The young man smiled and said to me: You should call me Danzeng. Meeting each other is a kind of fate. We are about the same age, so we should be able to become friends. I smiled awkwardly Laughing, I felt a little excited. Having a living Buddha as a friend is something worth showing off. But I immediately thought of what I had just experienced, and I asked him what was going on, and what kind of treasure his little flute was. He looked at me and said, Can you tell me your birth time? I was stunned, but I still told him my birth date. He frowned slightly and thought for a while and said, No wonder you can't see .It turns out that your horoscope is Pure Yang.

Then he put out the cigarette and said slowly: The footsteps you heard are ghosts. The children in Gasong's family not only heard footsteps, but also saw ghosts, so they came for me. I was originally I don’t really believe in ghosts and gods, but I really couldn’t explain what I experienced. I asked him: What kind of object is your little flute? Is it just for blowing the pipe? Let me see. He took out the little flute. , handed it to my hand: This is the bone flute. It is made from a piece of bone left behind by some eminent monks who could not be cremated after their death. It is a magical instrument of Tantric Buddhism. Of course, it doesn't matter if it is not carved into a flute, that is, it is a bone flute. Jade. When I heard that it was made of human bones, I almost threw it to the ground in fright. I quickly returned it to him. He took it and continued: What I'm playing is just a requiem. It won't come out to scare people anymore. I have another question: Why didn't you cast a spell before I came? He winked and said. : I just arrived. I got a call from Gasong in the morning and rushed here from Zhema Temple in Kangbu. My car broke down in Pali, so I walked down. You arrived ten minutes before I walked in."

I nodded and said, So you are a lama from Zhema Temple. He said, I am not a lama. I am not stationed in the temple. I only give lectures occasionally. Then he looked at me with a strange look. Me, my heart went crazy: What are you looking at? There are flowers on my body? He smiled and said, Actually, you are quite destined to be a Buddhist, so why not learn some Buddhist teachings and become a lay Buddhist? I shook my head quickly after hearing this. , if the army knew that I studied Tibetan Buddhism, it would be strange not to expel me from the army. He seemed to have read through my mind and said, It's okay. I didn't really ask you to be a lama. Just be a lay disciple and practice your own enlightenment. I chuckled and said, Can you learn Buddhism by yourself? he asked me. He asked: Does the Buddha have a permanent form? I thought about it and shook my head, and he asked again: Does the Dharma have a permanent form? I shook my head again, and he said: That's right, it's just about being stuck in the form. If it loses its meaning, it will lose its authenticity if it is restricted to its formality. I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand. I said: There must always be someone to give guidance, right? He said: I have been living in Gajiu Temple not far from here for a while. You can come to me when you have time. I shook my head: I don't go to the temple. I'll just look for you and let the leader see me. He said, Okay, I'll come to Gasong on the weekends. Come over when you have time. But you and I are just friends. You can't give me guidance. I agreed.

Later I learned that Danzin belonged to Aba, a Tantric branch of the Nyingma sect, and was also called a mantra. His practice did not affect his other social activities and he was not stationed in the temple. Later, he introduced me to his master in this life, Living Buddha Kelsang Natso. In three years, my understanding of Tibetan Buddhism also changed from the initial understanding of the reincarnation of cause and effect to the understanding of emptiness in the Middle Way, and finally improved to the understanding of the Bright Tathagata. He gained a deep understanding and understanding of Tibetan Tantra and learned some Tantric mantras. Kelsang Living Buddha accepted me as a lay disciple and gave me the title of Cain Layman.

When he retired from the army, Kelsang Rinpoche gave me a string of Buddhist beads on his hand, and Danzen finally gave me his bone flute. Later Dan came to Guiyang twice, and Juechen once went to Tibet to listen to his sermons. He was his old friend, and it was he who made Juechen and I become friends.

Volume 1 The Invisible Man Chapter 5 Nightmare

Wang Qinghan looked at me awkwardly and said: You are right. I was just thinking about why beautiful things always fade away. Girls are beautiful, but if they enter the sad autumn of life, the loose wrinkles are like autumn trees. Like the falling leaves, they will always be blown away by the wind. I nodded and answered her: Life is short, so we should cherish it more. And you are still young, and there is still a lot of happiness waiting for you to enjoy. . She put down the cup, and picked up the hem of her skirt with both hands as before, and started rubbing it. I asked her: Do you still feel that there is a tumor in your brain? She nodded, but shook it vigorously, which made her a little nervous. I ignored her. I knew she was afraid that she would be sent to a mental hospital again because of her persistence. I continued to ask her, When did you start feeling like this? She said, Two months ago. I asked again, Do you remember the first time you had this thought? She seemed to be trying hard to remember, and then slowly told me: I was working overtime at the company that day, and suddenly I felt a headache. I took a pack of headache powder, but it still didn't work. My colleague Chen Ru told me that people nowadays It is easy to get a brain tumor by overusing your brain. I checked the symptoms of brain tumors online, and they were very similar to mine, so I thought I might have a brain tumor. I continued to ask her: Have you been to the hospital for a checkup? She nodded and said, I went to several places, but nothing was found. I smiled, Does the hospital examination result mean that there is no brain tumor? She said, They said no, but I don't really believe it. . I asked back: Why don't you believe it? She thought for a while and said, I think there is something wrong with the doctor's ability. If it's not a brain tumor, why do I have frequent headaches? What concept are you talking about? I asked again. She shook her head: I can't tell, but I always feel a headache suddenly. I nodded, and then asked her some questions about her usual hobbies and work situations, and ended our first consultation.

Wang Qinghan's problem is not serious. My judgment is similar to the results of the mental hospital's examination. He has severe neurasthenia and depression. Very emotional, and emotions change easily with changes in circumstances. I decided to give her another consultation before deciding on a treatment plan.

One night two days later, around nine o'clock, I suddenly received a call from Wang Qinghan. She told me that she was being followed. I asked her where she was and she said she was near Zilin Temple. I hung up the phone and talked to my wife. He said hello and went out.

I took a taxi to Zilin Nunnery and found her near Zilin Hotel. She seemed relieved to see me coming. I asked her who was following her. She looked behind her nervously and said, I don't know. I didn't see anyone, but I always felt that there was a pair of eyes looking at me. , it made my back feel cold, I was so scared. When I heard her words, I suddenly remembered that Huang Yu had said it before. I comforted her: Don't be afraid, I will take you home. In the taxi, I asked her: When did you find out that someone was following someone? She said that just now, she found out and ran near the hotel. She felt more at ease when she saw the hotel security guard and called me immediately. I asked again: Besides feeling like someone is following you, have you discovered anything else in the past two days? She looked at me, her face slightly red, and said softly: There is a boy who is pursuing me. I suddenly She felt much more relaxed, at least she didn't feel like there were familiar strangers around her like Huang Yu did. I said, It's a good thing that someone is following me. How is he? He's not bad, right? She was even more embarrassed and said embarrassedly: We just met him, we haven't had much contact with him, so we don't know him yet."

After seeing Wang Qinghan off, I didn't go home. Instead, I made a phone call and asked Deng Kun out. I first asked him about the results of his recent investigation. He told me that he had been to Huang Yu's bar several times and learned that Huang Yu spent time there almost every day for two or three months before her death. In addition to greeting customers, she also liked to drink. I particularly like to drink a cocktail from their bar, which seems to be called Night Makeup. But the strange thing is that the bartender left on the third day after Huang Yu's death, and did not go through the resignation procedures. The names on the employee list were fake and the phone was down. Deng Kun felt that there must be some article in this, but we have no evidence and cannot use resources to find this bartender.

After listening to his investigation results, I didn't express any opinions. There are many issues that I haven't figured out yet. Everything seems to have no connection. There needs to be a clue to connect them, but we haven't found this clue yet. I told Deng Kun what happened to Wang Qinghan today. Deng Kun had the same feeling as me. Wang Qinghan's being followed was too similar to Huang Yu's narrative. I asked Deng Kun to have time to pay more attention to Wang Qinghan, and also conduct some investigations on Huang Yu's ex-husband. After all, Huang Yu did not have a man after the divorce, so the husband she mentioned should be her ex-husband.

It was past eleven o'clock when I got home, and my wife and children were asleep. After I took a shower, I went into the study, lit a cigarette, and thought about the recent events. What was critical that I had missed? After thinking about it for a long time, I still had no clue, and before I knew it, I fell asleep on the desk.

Next to Jiaxiu Tower, I saw Dan Zeng holding a small bell and shaking it gently. It was the soul-locking bell. I asked him why he came to Guiyang without telling me. He said he hadn't had time to tell me yet. , Gesang said something would happen to me and he came. I asked him what would happen to me, but Zeng didn't say anything and just pointed behind me. When I turned around, I saw Huang Yu. She kept repeating: I told you, someone is following me, my husband. He's not my husband, why don't you believe it? Then a rapid ringtone woke me up. When I raised my head, I saw my wife standing at the door of the study room, yawning and saying, What's wrong? You didn't answer the phone after it rang for a long time. Huh? I took the phone and saw it was Dan Zeng calling, and felt nervous: Hey, little living Buddha, don't you check what time it is , you're calling me in the middle of the night, you haven't watched The Ring It will scare people to death. He smiled on the other end of the phone and said, I will arrive in Guiyang tomorrow. Pick me up at the airport at 4 pm. I was about to ask him what he was doing, but he hung up the phone. . Thinking back to the dream just now, I feel very uncomfortable. What happened? Zhang Li, Zhang Li, why don't you introduce some topaz to me? My life is all in chaos. My wife asked me what happened, and I said it was nothing. A friend came to see me from Tibet and asked me to pick him up at the airport tomorrow. She said she could take her to live at home. I shook my head and said, He has a place to live." Dan Zeng stayed at Juechen's place every time he came, saying it was pure.

I couldn't sleep that night. I felt like a puppet. Someone was holding the strings behind the scenes, but I was performing on the front stage. I couldn't help myself but was exhausted mentally and physically.

In the afternoon, I dragged Deng Kun and drove to the airport to pick up Danzeng. Deng Kun was very curious when I told Danzeng's story. He had never believed in the theory of gods and ghosts, but he was a little nervous because he was about to see a living Buddha who had only heard about it in legends.

But Zeng hasn't changed much, his appearance is still that young. He didn't look like a living Buddha at all, and he gave him a bear hug as soon as they met. Deng Kun looked a little strange on the side. He didn't expect that the young and fashionable man in front of him would be a living Buddha. He looked at me with a puzzled look on his face, as if he thought I was deceiving him before. I hurriedly introduced Deng Kun to Dan Zeng, but Dan Zeng seemed to see his confusion and said with a smile: Do you think I don't look like a monk? Deng Kun nodded fiercely, but Dan Zeng said: I am not a monk to begin with. Although I am a reincarnation, my practice is in the mortal world. Deng Kun still felt confused, but he couldn't ask any more questions.

After getting in the car, I asked Danzeng why he came to Guiyang. He told me that he was invited to attend the abbot's enthronement ceremony at Qianling Temple in a few days. His answer was different from my dream, and it relieved me a little. I jokingly told Danzeng about yesterday's dream, and he smiled and said, "What could happen to you? You are a layman with