Extraordinary Seas

Blood and Wine3

When he was about to get off work in the afternoon, Thomas found the office of the psychiatric care unit.

This small room of about 20 square meters is hidden in the side corridor of the crisis management office building. It was originally a room where cleaning tools were stored. Thomas had been irritated since he asked Dean "Where is the office?" When he walked to the door of the office, his irritability had exceeded the threshold.

It’s very small, very broken, and very crude. A small window on the wall was covered with solid dust. There are four tables in the room, clean and open, without even a pen.

Gary and Henry each moved a stool and were sitting in the middle of the office eating melon seeds. The two of them had already tidied up the office, which was a bit surprising to Thomas.

It's just that he was used to the piles of information files in the archives that were almost overwhelming. At first glance, he felt very uncomfortable in his empty territory.

What he saw in front of him once again confirmed Thomas's thoughts: he had indeed been tricked by Dean.

"Qin Ke." Gary stood up quickly when he saw Thomas walking in, "Please review the fruits of our labor!"

Henry hurriedly put away the newspapers on his knees that were used to catch the melon seed shells. The unclosed melon seed shells fell to the ground, and a big-eared Pakistani sand cat quickly swung its tail and swept the shells aside.

Thomas remained silent, and then he saw a panda sitting on a melon seed shell at Henry's feet, covering up the evidence of the crime.

A cat, a panda... They really work together. Thomas thought that he was going to work with Bai and Tang, and a No. 10 storm signal was hoisted in his heart, and it was full of misery.

He looked around and asked: "Is there another sentry?"

"No, it's just me and Henry here." Gary said.

Thomas glanced at the sand cat wrapped around Gary's ankle: "Carnivore, you are the sentinel."

Then he glanced at the panda beside Henry who was struggling to move his buttocks: "Pandas are omnivores. Henry, are you a guide or a sentinel?"

Henry's fair face was a little red from nervousness and embarrassment. He kept pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose: "Xiang, guide."

Thomas remembered Dean's advice and decided to make the atmosphere in the office more relaxed and lively. For example, let’s talk about Henry’s panda? After all, panda spirits are very rare; how about trying to participate in their topics?

"You don't have to call me Qin Ke, just call each other by name as usual. What were you two talking about just now?" He walked to the desk by the window, put down his backpack, and asked Henry.

"Talk about Xiaoyuan's boyfriend." Henry was still nervous, "And my boyfriend."

Gary stood up with the kitten in his arms: "Online dating doesn't count."

Henry: "No, it's not online dating. We have seen each other's photos."

Gary: "Henry is unreliable. I've been there, I understand. He won't even come to see you on Valentine's Day. What kind of love is this?"

Henry pushed up his glasses again: "He was very busy. I didn't go to see him either."

Gary: "But you haven't contacted each other for a week. Online dating without talking to each other for more than three days is considered lovelorn."

Henry seemed to have suffered a huge blow, his face turned pale, and even the panda disappeared with a snap, retracting into his body.

Thomas thought to himself, I tried my best, Director Gao.

But he really has no interest in this kind of unnutritious love topic: "...Forget it, you can get off work. We will have a meeting tomorrow morning and I will arrange things for you."

After Gary and Henry left, the office seemed increasingly deserted.

Thomas took out his notebook and Peng Hu's self-report and began to write down the information and thoughts he had obtained.

There is a row of windows on the walkway outside the door. The light of the setting sun shines in, and the ground reflects a dazzling golden color.

Halfway through writing, the golden color on the ground was suddenly blocked.

Thomas raised his head and saw someone standing outside the door, wearing a black leather coat that he had seen once, blocking the sun.

The man was very tall, and his black hair seemed to have been picked randomly, and his style oscillated between messy and free. There is a layer of green stubble on his chin. Judging from the way it is distributed, it seems that he simply wanted to shave it off but failed to do so. Thomas felt that this man made him feel uncomfortable at first sight, especially when he squinted at him, the corners of his eyes were crooked, with a hint of vague amusement.

But his nose is indeed tall and he looks really handsome.

The lion was nowhere to be seen, and he probably hadn't been released yet.

"Psychiatric treatment department?" The man's eyes wandered around, and finally landed on Thomas, "Thomas?"

Thomas thought for a while and confirmed that he had not known him before.

"Who are you?"

The man walked in in two steps, pulled a stool and sat astride it. He extended his right hand to Thomas: "Section Chief, I am a staff member of the Psychiatric Treatment Department. My name is Joan."

Thomas: "..."

He was so shocked, Joan's various honors were lingering in his mind, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a while.

Joan put her left elbow on the table to support her chin, stretched her right hand in front of Thomas, and looked at him smiling.

"I've admired you for a long time." After Thomas reacted, he couldn't even speak. He quickly held Joan's hand tightly, "I, I have heard... No, I have read your information in the file. You are very powerful. ,outstanding……"

The depression caused by Gary and Henry's unreliability has disappeared.

But Joan still didn't speak, just smiled.

With the brilliant records of Bai Tang and Joan in front of him, Thomas thought that the sentry in front of him was good, so he smiled at him: "Don't be afraid to say it directly if you have anything to say. You don't need to call me Qin Ke at ordinary times. We are all Colleagues are partners, just call them by name. We are a newly established small department with not much work, but our colleagues are all young people and easy to get along with..."

Just when Thomas felt like he was nagging as if Dean was possessing him, Joan spoke.

"You don't remember me?"

Thomas: "...Although it may not be reliable sometimes - huh?"

Joan: "Me, Joan."

Thomas was stunned for a moment, and gradually felt embarrassed: "Maybe my memory is not very good, I'm sorry... I really can't remember."

Joan: "We were in love."

Thomas: "..."

In just one minute, this was the second time that he was shocked and speechless.

"I'm your ex-boyfriend." Joan flicked her fingers on the table, showing her big white teeth, and grabbed Thomas' right hand that was trying to pull away from him.

Thomas's smile disappeared.

His heart was filled with despair.

Another abnormal one.

Joan came too late, Dean and his colleagues in the Human Resources Department had left, and Thomas couldn't find anyone to handle the onboarding procedures for him for a while.

According to Joan, he arrived this afternoon and first reported to the Crisis Office, but the Human Resources Department told him that he had to submit a physical examination report. By the time he got the physical examination report from No. 267 Hospital, the only people left in the crisis management office were those who worked overtime.

"Tell me about this unit?" Joan followed closely behind Thomas. "Why are you unhappy? Are you unhappy to see me? Don't you think I'm more manly now than before? Look at me, my little one. I did the beard myself, isn’t it handsome?”

Thomas is very tired and annoyed. If a person's upset level could be expressed by an index, he would have already exploded 100 times.

Without the need to conduct tests and interviews, or even sneak into Joan's "sea" to cruise, Thomas can be sure that this person has very serious love fantasies.

There are many sentinels and guides with love fantasies, which is enough to prove that their "sea area" may be abnormal.

Most of the people who have love fantasies live in a closed environment for a long time, are not exposed to a sufficient amount of external information, lack the support of peers, and have strong inner desires. People who develop avoidant attachment in childhood are most likely to have romantic fantasies if they do not receive adequate affirmation as adults.

They will imagine that they have a perfect lover, and will fit the person they meet into their own template for no reason, believing that they have "been in love" or "are in love" with the other person.

Thomas was very familiar with this routine. When he was taking the exam to become a psychotherapist, the first analytical question in the written exam was about love fantasy.

And he got full marks for that question.

Thomas had seen some of Joan's information in the archives before. According to the data, his parents died in an accident before he went to college. After being admitted to the Crisis Management Office, he went to the Western Regional Office, which has the most difficult conditions and the smallest staff, and spent a long time in the extremely lonely snowy area.

So now, on the one hand, he feels that Joan is really f*****g annoying, and on the other hand, he feels that Joan is very pitiful.

This pity was also mixed with Thomas' anger and anxiety.

But the professional ethics of a spiritual adjuster reminded him that he should not easily break anyone's love fantasy. If romantic fantasies are a focal point in a Sentinel or Guide's "sea," breaking them without permission may cause their "sea" to collapse.

So Thomas did not deny or admit Joan's words.

He changed his target and began to slander Dean.

"So where are you going to take me?" Joan found that they had arrived at the parking lot, "Go directly to your house? Isn't that good? We just met again, don't you want to talk about what's on your mind first? Of course I don't care very much..."

"You can figure out where to stay by yourself." Thomas lowered his head and unlocked the electric car. "Be at the office before 7:50 tomorrow morning. Goodbye."

Joan laughed a few times: "Why are you shy?"

Thomas had to defend himself: "I'm not shy."

Joan touched her chin: "Then I'll go sit at your house?"

Thomas: "..."

Joan: "Don't worry, it's not what you think."

Thomas: "...What did I think about? What did you think about!"

The receptionist stuck his round head out of the window and looked here.

Thomas closed his mouth, thinking that the wind signal in his mind had jumped to level 30 - if there really was a level 30 wind signal, he was sure that it would definitely be Joan's look.

"Okay." Joan said with a smile, "I won't tease you anymore, I will take care of the accommodation myself, bye."

When driving over the speed bumps in front of the Crisis Management Office, Thomas's electric car jumped very high because of the speed, causing his butt to hurt.

All the grievances had to be put on Dean.

When he went to work the next day, Thomas rushed to find Dean immediately, but was told that Dean had gone on a business trip and would not come back until a week later.

He was extremely depressed. He first went to the archives to calm down, and then he mustered up the courage to go through the side door and enter his own office.

As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by the smell of alcohol.

Gary and Henry were cracking melon seeds like yesterday, and there was also Joan in the office who was chewing pancakes and fruit.

But the smell of alcohol was emanating from a strange man in front of the three of them.

He waved the Red Star Erguotou in his hand, sniffed, and roared: "Am I afraid? If I were afraid of blood and death, how could I have been a doctor for so long?"

Thomas no longer has the energy to be angry with anyone. He looked at Gary who turned to look at him: "Who is this?"

"Doctor." Gary whispered, "He said his name is Peng Hu. He was drinking in front of the crisis management office early in the morning. He was crying while drinking and wanted to see you."

Thomas: "...Meet me? Why? Our small department is so famous?"

Gary: "You are the only psychiatric coordinator in the Crisis Management Office. Dr. Peng said that he had a problem in the 'sea area'. I heard that you went to the hospital yesterday to look for him, but you couldn't find him. He came here on his own and asked you to save him."

Henry pinched his nose and said, "But what he saw was a hallucination. This is a symptom of a mental disorder..."

The smell of alcohol made his fair face turn abnormally red.

Unexpectedly, before Henry finished speaking, Peng Hu suddenly became angry. He stood up suddenly and raised the bottle high.

Joan reacted very quickly and immediately raised her hand to snatch the bottle from his hand. "Speak slowly and don't get excited." He smiled and said to Peng Hu, "Let's drink after we finish talking."

"It's not a hallucination! I really saw it! I'm definitely not mentally ill!" Peng Hu's face turned red from the smell of alcohol and anger. "Those who crawled in and out of the wall were all such small children!"