Global Movie Emperor

After transferring the video to the USB flash drive, Lu Ze quickly changed his clothes and left home. He couldn't understand the current situation on the phone for a while. When Shen Jinghan said that she was in the company now, Lu Ze asked her to wait and he would be there soon.

"Master, Rongchuang Financial Convention and Exhibition Center, please hurry up."

He didn't have the time to wait for Liu Bin to pick him up. He sat in the back seat of the taxi and rubbed his head anxiously. His home was not far from the company. After driving for less than ten minutes, the driver stopped the car at the door of the building.

After giving the money and entering the company, Xiao Ke said hello to him. He reluctantly responded, walked into Shen Jinghan's office and sat down.

"What's wrong? What do you mean you want to find a psychiatrist?"

Lu Ze didn't say anything. He sat down on the chair, leaned on the back of the chair, tilted his head back, took out the USB flash drive and handed it to Shen Jinghan, then covered his head with his hands, not wanting to say a word.

Shen Jinghan frowned. She had never seen Lu Ze so collapsed before. She took the USB flash drive on the table and inserted it into her laptop. After opening the document, there was a video inside. Click to open it.

Shen Jinghan was familiar with this bedroom. She had been to Lu Ze's home before and saw Lu Ze sleeping soundly on the bed. She couldn't understand why Lu Ze installed a camera at home to monitor herself.

Until she fast forwarded a little, at around 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, Lu Ze sat up from the bed, put on his slippers, and left the bedroom. The strange thing was... he seemed to be unable to straighten up. He was hunched over and looked old-fashioned.

Switching to another camera angle, Lu Ze turned on the light in the room like an old man, went to the living room and turned on the TV to watch for a while. Then he was attracted by some high-tech products at home. He got up and looked around. , as if they have never seen these things before.

The speed increased to 32 times, and time passed quickly. Lu Ze just made himself a cup of tea, watched TV all night, and went to bed on time at six o'clock in the morning, and put his slippers in their original position. , cover yourself with quilt and close your eyes again.

This series of actions seemed very strange. Shen Jinghan had never encountered anything like this before. She felt a cold wind blowing around her and the hair on her body stood up. She realized the seriousness of the problem.

"I'll contact the doctor for you right now."

She took out her phone from her bag and dialed a number. She stood up and sat next to Lu Ze. She put her hand on the back of Lu Ze's hand, hoping to give Lu Ze some comfort. But judging from her panicked movements, she was also now Also very nervous.

"Hello, is this Dr. Lin? Yes, it's me. I have something very urgent here now. I want to ask if you have time now, twelve o'clock? Is it lunch break? It's okay. I don't mind. That's just right. I It will take almost forty minutes to get to your place, okay, I'll see you later."

After hanging up the phone, she turned to look at Lu Ze. She grabbed Lu Ze's big hand with a warm hand and squeezed it slightly. She felt very guilty in her heart. In her opinion, she had been too reassured about Lu Ze before, because Lu Ze usually behaved like this. He is shrewd and mature beyond his peers. He only needs an agent who can arrange his work, not a housekeeper who will take full care of him in all aspects.

Therefore, Shen Jinghan cared almost nothing about Lu Ze's life and never cared about his mental state. Now that such a serious situation has arisen, she needs to bear a lot of responsibility.

After all, artists are an industry with a high psychological burden. Basically, people who have been in the entertainment industry for a few years have some mental illness or psychological shadow. But because Lu Ze didn't show any problem at all, she didn't mention it to Lu Ze. Take him to see a psychiatrist to relieve stress.

"Come on, Aze, I made an appointment with the doctor, let's go there now."

Lu Ze nodded and was pulled up from the chair by Shen Jinghan. Since there is a problem now, he must see a doctor. He cannot hide his illness and avoid medical treatment because of concerns such as his identity.

If you are sick, you must treat it!

Although he likes acting, his life is more important than his hobby. He still has his parents and younger sister at home. How can he continue to act even if he is ill? Sorry, he didn't have it in his head.

Dedicating yourself to art means being willing to devote a lifetime of time and energy to the path of art, rather than being willing to die tomorrow just for the sake of art.

He is not a saint, not that great.

Under the different looks of the company employees, Shen Jinghan pulled Lu Ze out of the company, got in the car, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the underground garage, heading towards the psychiatrist's private studio.

There was a slight traffic jam on the road, so we arrived at a commercial building in another part of the city at 12:15, ten minutes later than expected.

First, they kept confidentiality, put on masks and hats, and the two of them took the elevator to the eighth floor. The difference between this building and Rongchuang Building is that it is rented to small companies and individual studios, not the entire building. .

Pushing open the door of one of the studios, the beautiful woman at the front desk stood up and said hello to the two of them. After checking the reservation information, she took the two to a reception table, poured tea for them, and asked Shen Jinghan to Lu Ze waited for a moment, then turned around and left, entering a room.

Lu Ze observed the environment here. The room was overall white, with green potted plants in the corners, and it was cleaned spotlessly. The most distinctive feature was that all the furnishings here were symmetrical and looked exactly the same to the naked eye. , which is undoubtedly a blessing for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder and mysophobia.

After a while, a man walked out of the room where the front desk lady had entered. He was not wearing a white coat, but a bright gray suit. His hair was neatly combed back, and he wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. His appearance was not ordinary. Not bad, but not ugly. He is about forty years old, but his figure is well maintained and not out of shape. He has a gentle and gentle temperament, like someone who has read a lot of poetry and books.

"Ms. Shen, long time no see. This is... Mr. Lu. Hello, my name is Lin Yuezhu. Nice to meet you."

Shen Jinghan is Lin Yuezhu's old customer. His private psychological counseling studio has been open for twelve years. Ten years ago, Shen Jinghan often brought her artists here to see doctors. Even Shen Jinghan herself worked with Lin Yuezhu. Had psychological consultation.

As the owner and only doctor of this psychological counseling studio, his clients are high-income people, including business elites, entertainment stars, wealthy businessmen, and wealthy wives. It can even be said that he has the power to control everything. It revealed the secrets that a large number of high-end people in Shanghai do not want to share with others.

As for meeting Lu Ze, Lin Yuezhu was not surprised at all, because except for the rich wives who suspected their husbands of cheating, which made them paranoid and unable to sleep, and who were willing to spend money to have sex with him, they were the clients he had the most contact with. He is also a person in the entertainment industry, and there are many people who are bigger than Lu Ze.

After all, people in the entertainment industry are the most vulnerable to psychological trauma. To be honest, these people may look glamorous on the surface, but they are actually poor people who can’t help themselves. For example, the traffic surnamed Jiang who came last week Female star.

Lu Ze shook hands with him, nodded, and said nothing. Lin Yuezhu didn't care and led the two of them to his consulting room. He sat behind the desk, while Lu Ze and Shen Jinghan sat in front of the desk.

The lighting in this room is particularly good. There are huge floor-to-ceiling windows on the east and south sides. There is a huge bookshelf behind the desk. The books on it are all professional books related to nerves and the brain.

"Lu Ze contacted me this morning and asked me to wait for him at the company. Then he handed me a USB flash drive. This is it. Dr. Lin, you can take a look."

Shen Jinghan took out the USB flash drive from his bag and put it on the table. Lin Yuezhu picked it up and inserted it into the computer. He clicked on the video and started watching it. At first, he was very relaxed, but as the progress accelerated little by little, he sat upright and put his hands on each other. Crossing his legs, he frowned and looked at the screen for a while, then at Lu Ze himself, until he finished the video.

"Mr. Lu, when did you realize that there might be a certain problem with your body, and then you started to monitor yourself by placing cameras at home?"

"April 29th this year, no, it should have been from the year before last. I had no evidence to prove that I had physical problems before. That day I received the key to my new house. The next morning, I saw a book on my desk. A decorative drawing of the new house and a 3D drawing on the computer.”

Lu Ze spoke. The hair on his back that he originally wore when filming the boss was not taken care of today. It was scattered on his head. He lowered his head so that Lin Yuezhu and Shen Jinghan could not see his eyes.

"So you started taking action after this? Can you tell me about your living habits? For example, what do you do every day?"

"Filming."

"No, I'm asking what do you do in your spare time?"

"Study the script, prepare for filming, and imitate people from various industries and people of different age groups."

"Every day?"

"Every day."

After hearing this, Lin Yuezhu rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. It's hard not to treat such a person as a monster, and it might even make you feel that it's strange that he doesn't get sick.

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