"So how many methods of death have you prepared?" Zac asked casually.

"Well, there is probably a seventeen-sixteenth middle school." Yang pinched his fingers and said.

"Perverted." Zac pouted.

Yang just touched his nose and did not speak.

At this time, the doctor came back with a lot of mess.

He put all the bags on the ground, and Yang flipped up for a while, and pulled out a suit, including a hooded sweater.

"Are you in such a hurry to change clothes?" Zack glanced at Yang.

"Nonsense, don't forget that I'm going to shine after dark." Yang took the sentence and walked to the bathroom with his clothes on.

"Eh, wait." Yang suddenly turned to see the doctor: "Did you buy underwear?"

"What? You didn't tell me to buy even underwear." The doctor looked at Zac innocently.

"Uh, I think this kind of more intimate item is still resolved separately, isn't it?" Zack blinked.

"Besides, I don't need it myself"

"Me too." The doctor shrugged.

"Wait, don't you both wear underwear?" Yang corner twitched.

"Do not wear it."

Zac and the doctor said in unison.

"Uh, okay." Yang rolled his eyes and turned into the bathroom.

After rearranging his clothes, Yang walked out of the bathroom.

He took another pair of Zac glasses out of Zac's backpack.

Probably because after having been with this guy for a long time, Yang also started to learn these strange devices more proficiently like Zac.

"I think it's better for me to see my psychologist myself. You two can move freely."

Yang pointed to the glasses on his face and said to Zac: "Keep in touch."

"Hello, wait, where shall we go?" Zac said on the bench, spreading his hands.

"You guys, uh, have some fun yourself, or go back to the hotel, you guys."

Yang waved his hand.

When Zac wanted to say something, he found that Yang's figure had disappeared into the crowd.

"I don't think this is a good idea." Zach glanced at the doctor standing beside him without trace.

"Actually I do n’t think it ’s a good idea, but now that he ’s the boss, I have to listen to him for everything, so I suggest we have some fun, oh right, or we can talk about The thing about wearing underwear, "the doctor relished.

"Thank you."

Zac held his computer and walked towards the exit of the shopping mall.

"Eh, wait for me." The doctor picked up a pile of miscellaneous things on the ground and quickly followed Zac's pace.

About ten minutes later, Yang appeared in a coffee shop in the center of the city.

In fact, this kind of gentle place is relatively unfamiliar for both Yang and Luo. Normally, these two people will not be in this kind of place, but the place they met this time is not Yang decided.

Yang found a place by the window and sat down. He ordered a cup of coffee and waited for another person to appear.

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About this psychologist.

Just as Yang told Zac before.

He came here a long time ago, of course, not to revenge for her help to Luo.

It can only be said that everything was very coincidental. When Yang investigated Zhou Wen's relevant information, this woman automatically appeared in his vision.

Before investigating this person, Yang always thought that the other party was just a slightly younger psychologist.

After all, the other party is in all of Luo's conversations. As a bystander, Yang can clearly judge the general state of the other party.

At the beginning of the two of them met, some rules were set.

The first of these is that all conversations between the two parties absolutely do not involve the true identity of the individual. For Luo, this is very in line with his requirements. As a mercenary, you ca n’t always tell your doctor—Sister Doctor, I killed a dozen people today, I do n’t feel very good

Due to the existence of this rule, in the previous conversation between Luo and his doctor, although Yang knew a lot about the other party, he did not know the other party's identity information.

He discovered it by accident while investigating.

It has to be said that when obtaining this information, the things that emerged in Yang's mind for the first time were indeed the tormenting methods he designed before. After all, during the time he was confined in a small black room, if Luo did not have this psychologist to always help him with emotional problems, the frequency of his dominance might increase a lot.

From a certain perspective, the psychologist is also Luo's "accomplice."

But for Yang, the most important thing is his own life after all.

It would be too boring if you burp for a few more months.

He was imprisoned for seven years.

To be precise, since he was born, he has not really lived.

Before the age of nine, it was the child named Luo Yang who was alive. After the age of nine, it was Luo who always dominated and lived for him.

Yang, however, has always been a bystander and has no say.

Now that he can finally control his life, he naturally hopes that he can play longer

So he could only gather the dark thoughts in his mind as much as possible.

Therefore, Yang Tedi read all the communication records of Luo He ’s psychologist and told the other party that he had come to the country and hope to see this psychologist who has known him for nearly three years.

Of course, in the name of Luo.

He glanced at the clock in the cafe.

It was found that it was not that the other party was late, but that he had arrived almost twenty minutes early.

Yang tapped the desktop with his fingers.

The cup of steaming coffee Yang on the table was not interested in tasting.

In fact, he should have more Chinese ingredients in his bones than Luo, so he is not very cold about things like coffee.

Yang drew a notepad that was about to be slapped from his pocket.

This is a paper notepad with a pure black leather jacket and a pen inside.

He drew out his pen and thought for a while, then buried his head in the notepad and wrote something.

After a while, Yang stopped the pen, held his chin for a moment, and then continued to write down.

This thing is a habit he has only recently developed.

About two weeks ago.

That is when he learned from Johnny that he would not live long.