Vol 12 Chapter 11: Psychologist and Wizard

Have you ever had some strange ideas? For example, it ’s a pity that a person can only live one life in this world-in this world, at this moment, the population in the unit of 100 million is living in different ways that are also in the unit of 100 million, and you, There is only one of them.
It's frustrating, isn't it? You can only live one life, but you can only take the poor "one" out of "100 million".
Perhaps this is why some people are keen on gossip. They are eager to get the details and privacy of different lives to fill in the missing ‘billion’ ~
However, there is a group of people in this world. They do n’t need to be curious about other people ’s lives. Others will come by themselves and show them their details of life, and even their most secret secrets, in order to seek ...
This group of people is a priest, a lawyer, a psychologist, a guarantor, a ... It is a person who has lived his life to help other people live a good life.
Now, we are concerned about a psychologist, Emilia Browning.
She had just finished her duties, sitting behind her desk, turning over her schedule to confirm the next appointment time.
The door opened, and Harrison leaned in with a head in his head and flicked left and right. "No patient?"
Emilia looked up and smiled, "There will be soon." A glance at the time, "Five minutes later."
Harrison still came in, and juvenilely jumped behind Emilia, seemingly holding something in her hand, pulling Emilia's hair. A necklace appeared in Amelia's sight, and then pressed against her neck, slightly cool, "Happy birthday ~"
"Thank you ~" Amelia touched the necklace that was already on her skin, turned her head, and smiled, "Now, you should go, my next patient will come at any time."
Harrison moved to the side of Emilia's chair, kneeling halfway.
Do n’t be excited, the gift has appeared, it ’s a necklace, so what ’s happening now is n’t an old-fashioned surprise proposal, it ’s just that Harrison put his face where Emilia is easily accessible, and solicits ...
Tweeting ~
"Satisfied?" Emilia kept the corner of her mouth and rolled her eyes. "Now, bye."
Harrison was satisfied and stood up. "See you later ~ you know where ~"
Emilia smiled and waved, "Bye ~"
Harrison just took two steps.
"Wait!"-Emilia.
"Hehe ~ I missed me so soon ~" Harrison turned back proudly, gazing ... After finding that Emilia's face was wrong, she followed Emilia's gaze.
"Your hand is still on my hair." Amelia stiffly denied the phrase "want Hamilton".
Harrison's eyelids blinked, and he raised his head subconsciously. Oops, my hands are gone.
One step back behind Emilia, "Don't be afraid! I'll take it off ..."
Emilia kept her stiffness as if frozen, looking at the hand that fell on her leg, "Dear? Is this your other hand ..."
"Yes Yes……"
Frozen.
The person who is initially stiff starts to move first. Emilia took the hand on her lap, exhaled deeply, stood up, and faced her boyfriend, "What should I do?"
"Ann goes back!" Harrison replied.
"Okay." Emilia took a deep breath again. "I have medical training, it's very simple ..." To assist in fixing, Harrison's shoulder, held by Emilia, lost its fulcrum. The sleeve on Harrison's shoulder collapsed.
Frozen again.
thaw. Emilia begins to untie Harrison's coat ...
"Poke directly in!" Harrison.
"you sure?"
"determine!"
Emilia did just that.
Clap.
The two looked together at the other side of Harrison's body. Look, there is an arm on the ground ~ Judging from the lines of the muscles and the hair ~ it's a man ~ And here, Harrison's shoulders have turned into a strange shape.
Frozen.
Thaw again. Amelia "You shut up!" Has taken off Harrison's coat, gave up civilization, and only used to deal with the shirt inside ...
"Huh." The door opened, "Special tastes are still left in your own home, how." It closed again. The comer, did not come in. Gee, whoever sees such a situation will not come in!
"No!" Emilia stared at the re-closed door. "No! We are not ..."
"Don't explain, just hurry." The person outside the door ... Sibela, so reply.
"!" Emilia burst out, "Come in and help!"
The door opened another slit, and Spira glanced in the direction of the two, as if judging something.
When Harrison's body crooked, Amelia instinctively hugged, and the two crooked behind the desk.
The dark red spell extended instantly, and Spira stepped up, followed by a group of people. The wizards in Grande.
Let me talk first, so as not to misunderstand. Spira and the wizard are not five points from Emilia ... no, an appointment a minute later.
Emilia was held up by the dark red spell, and she didn't seem to be injured. It was Harrison, who had fallen apart and floated up with the spell.
Spella frowned, "What happened."
"I don't know ..." Have you seen the mouth of a head moving, and the sound is from a neck a meter away?
This is it. Spira interrupted directly, "Don't talk. Uh, don't be afraid to scare away your girlfriend." As soon as he raised his hand, the wizards behind him began to act.
Say it's action, but it's just a hug to separate Emilia and the scattered Harrison.
The raging person who spoke to Zac before, after observing Harrison ’s ‘parts’,
it looks like you eat something alive.

The man who only said the fireflies that accepted the sentence, "Human, you eat the living human."
On Harrison's head, his mouth began to open and close violently, because Emilia covered her mouth on the other side of the partition.
But Harrison didn't make a sound. His neck was on Spira's hand, and he was covered with spells. Spira's eyes twitched, and he glared at the firefighting guy, unlocking the spell on Harrison's neck.
"I didn't! Emilia! I swear I didn't!"
Spira also had intimate times, such as now ~ Isn't it, at least let Harrison justify himself. Then the spell was sealed again. Anyway, this picture is too scary.
The firefly seems to be conscious that he has broken the trust between a bunch of couples, and pursed his mouth. It is a confrontation, and it is also an opportunity for Harrison to explain, "You still maintain the structure of the human body, so your Food is human. But you are uncontrollably collapsing. This is a symptom of eating live creatures. You are poisoned. "Oh, the food of ghouls is poisoned.
Harrison's mouth began to open and close again.
Spella held her neck full of spells and walked to the side of her head. She adjusted the direction and put it together to unlock the spell. The picture is a little better, "I don't have it! Spella! You know my food source! They are the bodies of funeral homes! I didn't touch the living! Emilia! You know! You have to believe ... "
"I believe you!" Is Emilia interrupted? It doesn't seem to count, and it's not over, "Since you show up, help my boyfriend recover soon! I will have patients coming soon! I still have work!"
reasonable. In one's own life, "One", there is an uncontrolled situation, people turn to look for "100 million" and pay attention to the lives of others. For psychologists, this happens to be work, nothing wrong.
Spira pursed her lips, nodded, and waved to bring the wizards to work. He looked at Emilia herself, "The fact that we came here just for your work." Spella glanced at her desk, and Emilia's schedule remained open. "She Will not come. "
she was?
Emilia frowned, staring at Spella, "What did you do!"
Now, everyone needs to recall a person. In this story, there is one human who wants to become an alien and who is still working hard, in addition to Logan, who is directed by Zach. A woman, a woman who does n’t even want her own human name and is willing to be called Tam ’s ‘One’.
Do you think of it? This is inspired by Tam's affection, Zac's blessing, and Mo personally taught, determined to become a ghost woman who can live in this world freely without any other aliens.
She was just a minute after Emilia ... No, she was already late.
There is nothing wrong with talking about patients. After all, this is a woman whose human life in this life is just a starter, relying on death as a step, to enter the stage of the real ghost life she wants and plan for her life. Can you say this woman is healthy?
"What kind of tone are you?" Spella pouted, "We won't hurt her again."
Amelia's mouth moved, and she seemed to suppress something, "What are you going to do to her?"
"Of course to help her." Spella paused deliberately. "Become a ghost." His eyes dodged slightly.
"You can't indulge her!" Amelia was a little excited, for a reason. "She is confused now! After Mo left, she didn't know that the way forward in her life was not towards the right goal ..." Emily Ya suppressed the swearing again, "... that 'right target' (ghost) is wrong!" Probably in Emilia's opinion, this woman is not ill—has a wrong life goal Forget it, I'm lost. The biggest ‘illness’ that human psychology can bear, I am afraid this is the case.
Spira's eyes flicked in the direction of Harrison, who was half-split, and the words were also fluttering, "What are you qualified to comment on others' life goals."
Amelia was choked not lightly, her whole face began to blush.
Spella waved her hand, "As you said, she is confused, we will help her not to be confused. If you really care about your patients, allow us to help your patients regain their own life goals. . This is good for her. "
Emilia began to take a deep breath, staring at Spira, "What the do you want to do ?!" he asked, looking at the tone, Emilia was not going to back down, but was about to get an answer.
Spella frowned, and was silent for a moment. She did not answer, but asked, "What are we going to do, don't you know?"
what? Does Emilia know anything?
What Emilia really knows--
"The patients in the Quinn (Poche) Sanatorium who are possessed by the souls of the wizards (from the middle of the waves and the fireflies family ...)" Emilia stared at Siberia, "often suddenly a personality during treatment Switch, and mention the aliens in the middle! Your wizards are ready to use the republican aliens to deal with the aliens in the middle! "
Accident? What Zach had just known today, Emilia had already known. Not surprisingly, Amelia and Boque Quinn are working together in a group, a long time ago.
"Since I know, why do I ask." Spella waved her hand, seeming to let Emilia hear it deliberately, "I want to remind Pooch."
Amelia was not impressed by this "threat"-because the psychologist who can cooperate with Boque Quinn, hehe, sorry, the entire Barton, only Emilia, a doctor who can tolerate interracial . No one can take the work of Emilia!
Emilia: "If you want war! Don't get involved in our federation! She (No. 1) is a federation!"
"But she is going to be a foreign alien, ghost." Spella looked at Emilia. "Do you want us to ignore her and let her fall into an embarrassing position that the republic and the federal aliens will not accept in the future?"
Amelia froze, she ... never thought about this issue.
But soon, Emilia awakened from the mental game of Siberia-yes, this is the mental game, and Siberia used only Emilia's concerns about the patient. And this worry is the future. It is the future that No. 1 left Emilia's correct treatment and realized the incorrect life goal. and so:
"No need for you! Return my patient, I will never let her in that situation!"
Spella took away all the expressions on her face, as if all the bells and whistles of persuasion had been exhausted, to be frank, "Sorry, we need her in that situation. And when that situation comes, she will stand firm. On our wizard's side. "
Emilia ... didn't understand.
Someone got it. Harrison who could finally stand up completely understood: "Because vampires, because vampires have no way to get ghosts ..." He looked at Spira, "After the aliens in the middle are resolved, the wizards, the wizards must deal It is the suction of the top of the federal alien ... "
"Hush—" Spella's fingers were in front of her lips, and the inscription slipped through the air, touching Harrison's throat. Therefore, Harrison failed to continue to make a sound.
Compared with the sound situation of Harrison's fragmented state before, this is already a very, very peaceful picture.
But why, the chill of fear climbed on Emilia's body, "Zha ..."
With different spells floating on Emilia's throat, Emilia covered her mouth.
Spella glanced at Emilia, and then looked around the house and stared at Harrison and Emilia's raging waves, the wizard of the fireflies, "Let's go."
gone.