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At the same time, in a private clinic.

The sky outside was gray, and all the scenery was leaning against the window. The position of his station is very clever, he can see if there is any suspicious person below, but the person below can't see his existence.

There is only a wall behind him, and there is a psychiatrist within the public security and a one-on-one consultation.

No matter how bold they are, they don't dare to go to the police hospital openly, so this doctor has been running a clinic outside and usually receives some ordinary patients.

The mental health of the undercover agents has always been a concern. The police prepared a trusted psychiatrist for the undercover agents long before they set off, and the former Japanese whisky was also one of his patients.

Zhu Fu Jingguang waited patiently outside. While he was worried about the small hair inside, he was always paying attention to the situation outside.

After waiting for about two hours, the door finally opened.

Jiang Gu Ling looked normal. He stood at the door and looked at Zhu Fu Jingguang: "Do you want to consult? The doctor said that he is still free in the afternoon."

Zhu Fu Jingguang shook his head: "I don't need it."

Since he joined the organization and got his code name, he has never been injured or done anything that touches the bottom line of morality. He encountered some accidents that would cause psychological pressure in the middle, but they all survived without any risk, so his spirit The state is far more normal than experiencing ups and downs.

Jianggu Ling did not force it, he closed the door and left the two-story psychological counseling center with Zhu Fu Jingguang.

On the first floor everything was normal, passers-by on the street came and went, no one noticed this.

They quickly returned to the car. The air conditioner was not turned on. At this time, Zhu Fu Jingguang asked, "What did the doctor say?"

"Preliminary findings...Intermittent amnesia caused by acute anxiety."

Jiang Gu Ling sighed slowly, he took out a diagnosis report from his pocket and handed it to Zhu Fu Jingguang.

Zhu Fu Jingguang took it and quickly browsed it. He took every line of words above into his heart and frowned slightly.

Because of childhood trauma, he knows more about mental and spiritual illnesses than Tulku Zero. The pathogenesis of anxiety disorder is not yet clear. The existing theory is that excessive mental stress, excessive fatigue, paranoid personality, accidental serious trauma and so on.

All of these factors may make people suffer from anxiety disorders, and unfortunately all of them are on target.

When intermittent amnesia occurs, the patient will forget some things, and some may even change their personality, become irritable or emotionally indifferent.

"The recording is abnormal, have you consulted a doctor?" Zhu Fu Jingguang asked worriedly.

Gu Ling stared at the crowd outside, those were the innocent citizens he wanted to protect, and he couldn't fall down because of psychological problems.

"He said that I subconsciously knew that I was being interrogated, and my strong willpower allowed me to say what I should say - to defend Angstra, my boss, and pretend to be trying to prevent my master from being killed in front of Gin, and be sad after failure. Desperate loyal dog..."

Amuro lowered his head, fastened his seat belt, and added in a gentle voice: "...I would feel that I was insulting him at the time, but under the enormous pressure and fear of being on the verge of revealing my identity, my delusions that fit my identity appeared—in fact, I didn't. It didn't happen, so there wasn't that recording at all."

"..." Zhu Fu Jingguang was silent.

He believed that the doctors hired by the police would not cheat them, and would make the most accurate diagnosis based on the symptoms displayed... But there was always a sense of unease in his heart.

Is it really?

Is it really just common anxiety disorder with intermittent amnesia and not what...the trickier and rarer, mental illness?

Zhu Fu Jingguang couldn't help but glanced at Fa Xiao who was beside him. The blond mixed-race man noticed his gaze and turned his head to look back at him very naturally.

"It's fine." He heard him say, "As long as I actively cooperate with the treatment, I will be cured soon."

There was no sunlight outside, but his smile was as warm and reassuring as when they played together when they were children.

...

Lexus drove slowly, heading towards Rice Flower Town.

Amuro Toru leaned on the passenger seat. He wanted to take out his mobile phone and ask his little boss where he went, what time he would come back, whether he would pick him up, what he would like to have in the evening, what he would like for snacks, and whether he would like a croissant... But Scotland has become suspicious, and he can't do things that are not in line with his identity.

The doctor arranged by the police is a bit skilled, but it's a pity that he won't open his heart and confess all the problems to him.

Psychological problems are not like ordinary physical diseases. Once the patient conceals and does not cooperate, the doctor's professional knowledge is useless.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Gu Ling didn't really relax.

The psychiatrist said that these undercover agents have had the most rigorous drug training, and their physique and willpower are enough to withstand most hallucinogenic drugs... But this is a new drug developed by the organization, and he cannot be so optimistic. Blind optimism is self-deception.

... it would be nice if I could find someone in the organization to try it out.

This idea just popped up in Jianggu Ling's mind, and he quickly locked in a suitable candidate.

——Zhu Xingda will also have a code-name assessment in another month. No matter what the mission is, a drug trial will definitely be conducted.

Angstra just asked Jin Jiu not to interrogate Zhuxingda like this, but he didn't say that others couldn't.

Jiang Gu Ling thought about it, and his expression gradually became serious.

It's not that he sees Zhu Xing's dislike and tries to avenge his personal revenge. He has always worried that this guy will become the second gin, and wants to kill him as soon as possible before he completely shines in the organization.

It is definitely not possible to ask Angstra about this kind of thing. He is the only one in the entire organization who looks at the gloomy and dangerous Zhuxingda with anticipation and liking, and remembers to bring him when going out to play.

...Maybe I can find a chance to ask about gin?

————

On the shore of Tokyo Bay, Gin stared at Angstra's serious expression and sneered lightly.

He could guess why Angstra said this - it was because he thought it was not good to yell at him so loudly last night, but he was really worried that he would attack those three guys who rely on their faces again, so he thought of a compromise way, wanting to exchange other things for him not to do anything at will.

"Okay." Gin agreed.

For ordinary members who have no doubts, he will not move them at will. If there is any doubt... This kid never breaks his word. He said that he would not stop it, that is, he would not stop it.

Seeing his promise, Angstra laughed: "Do you want a hat or a modified car?"

"car."

This deal is not a loss, Angstra's mechanical modification ability is unmatched in the organization, plus he is one of the few members that he can fully trust, he will not doubt whether he intends to modify his Porsche. hands and feet.

"Then when are you free? I'll try my best to finish it for you at Christmas."

Gin was about to answer when Manhattan had already swam back.

After a two-kilometer winter tour in winter, he looked as usual after landing, and there was no fatigue in his eyes, only the excitement of beasts biting the enemy to death.

Gin took back what he was going to say, and Angstra did not hesitate to ask, and handed Manhattan a towel~lightnovelpub.net~ Manhattan quickly dried and changed into her original clothes.

The three returned to the Porsche, still in the seats they had come from. After confirming that no physical evidence or witnesses were left around, Gin drove the car away.

"Next is Moriyama Ren..."

Manhattan, who had just killed one person, was in high spirits. He turned on his mobile phone to check the itinerary of his next target. Suddenly, he looked back at Angstra as if he had thought of something.

"To Bill Murphy, how do you want to kill him?"

"He was the assistant of the waltz you just killed... The body sank to the bottom of the lake and was not found so soon. The family would first call the police and report that he was missing. If Murphy found out that his boss was missing, he would most likely come to Tokyo, and His most common form of transportation in the past was the express train."

Angstra sat up straight, and there was no murderous aura in his body or eyes.

"If he comes, I'll snipe him from a distance as the train passes the bridge. If he doesn't come, I'll go to Kyoto and kill him."

Manhattan frowned, with obvious disapproval on his face: "Waltz's way of death can be said to be an accident, but you use sniping... The FBI is very likely to come to Japan to investigate."

Angstra wanted to speak, but before he could speak, Gin interrupted him.

"Just let them come."

"...Does it matter? Do you want to send someone to watch?" Manhattan asked in surprise.

Jin Jiu sneered: "Even if the FBI has a legitimate reason to come to Japan to investigate cases, the CIA's hyenas will not let them go and will keep an eye on their every move. The history of these two agencies tearing each other up is comparable to their investigation organization Much older, and…”

"I suspect there are FBI rats in the organization."