"Of course, what Crow’s Nest taught wasn’t how to beco a psychologist, but an Inquisitor, to break through the target’s psychological defenses in a very short ti and extract what we want, sotis accompanied by punitive asures."
As an intelligence officer, Church possesses exceptionally strong psychological qualities and everything an Inquisitor should have.
"Wow."
Palr raised an eyebrow.
Seeing Palr’s expression, Church began to get angry, "Wow what, you used to be from Crow’s Nest too."
"Instead of scolding , it’s about ti for you... it’s your turn to perform, Church."
Palr stopped the car, rolled down the window, and looked out at the street, the fragrance of flowers wafting in. He turned to the back seat, "I’ve been talking all the way, but don’t even think about running away now."
Church looked out the car window. Palr had conveniently stopped at the flower shop’s entrance, and he exclaid excitedly, "Go on! Church, ask her out. If you don’t take the initiative, no matter how many flowers you buy, you’ll just be a wealthy custor."
Palr was extrely excited, as if it were Church asking Afeiya out and not himself. Church’s face was stern, as solemn as a block of ice just taken out of a freezer.
"Let go greet her first."
Palr pushed open the car door and walked directly towards the flower shop. Church wanted to call out to stop him, but the words hadn’t co out when Palr had already stepped inside.
Left inside the car were Bologue and Church, and the atmosphere suddenly beca a bit awkward.
Church carried an intangible aura, a coldness that seed to repel others, an aura Bologue also possessed, like two repelling forces now sharing the sa space.
Say sothing.
Bologue thought for a mont, then looked at the rearview mirror, "Speaking of which, how did you and Afeiya et?"
"Just in the usual way."
Church didn’t resist Bologue’s inquiry, "In our line of work, work pressure is inevitable, and worse, we often don’t want to see a doctor."
Bologue nodded, he understood Church; each visit to a psychologist felt like a trip to the execution ground.
Bologue disliked exposing his inner self to strangers. To be precise, he rarely spoke even to those familiar and close to him, sotis wondering if he lacked the ability to articulate.
The feeling of talking with a psychologist is very strange; you must proactively drop your guard and bring out the most sensitive and dark things... Bologue found this difficult.
"I hate those doctors, hate them intensely."
Bologue joked, "I once revealed my inner self to a doctor... I rarely show such sincerity to a stranger."
"And then?"
"Then that doctor suggested to Geoffrey to lock up inside, injecting sedatives around the clock and observe for a week to see."
Church laughed aloud, not clear if the statent was serious or a joke, but it certainly sounded interesting.
"That’s just it. The rare ti I was sincere, he wanted to lock up. After that, I never visited a doctor again."
Bologue rambled on, "You have to rely on yourself to decompress from such things. I’ve tried various thods, and they seem to work well now."
"I’m quite like you."
Church said, "I... I also dislike those doctors."
Both disliked doctors, albeit for different reasons. Church knew, no matter how much or detailed he spoke to a psychologist, when he unleashed Secret Energy, they would forget everything.
Others couldn’t see clearly through Church, not even Church himself, and sotis this made him feel lost.
Bologue asked, "And then you t her?"
"Hmm... I suppose."
Church recollected, "That day, I was under heavy pressure, and heard soone say that buying a flower for yourself, to feel life’s beauty, would be quite nice."
"Then I walked into this flower shop and t her."
As Church continued, it seed as though he’d let his psychological guard down, and he talked about his feelings at that ti with Bologue.
"I didn’t feel much then, just holding the flower did indeed make my mood better, as for Afeiya, during my first visit, I didn’t really notice her."
"What happened next?"
"Nothing happened, just everyday life really."
Church said, "I gradually ford a habit, coming to buy a flower every once in a while. Over ti, Afeiya began talking to ; we beca more and more familiar until I noticed emotional changes.
That’s how it is—no such thing as love at first sight, nor any complex twists and turns, just gradually accumulating over ti."
Church dissected his inner self, "Maybe because I have too few friends, not to ntion speakable female friends. As the only person I could connect with, I poured that part of my energy into her, perhaps it’s not affection at all, just an outlet for to vent my frustrations."
Bologue remarked, "A very rational analysis."
"I hate such rational analysis."
"Why?"
"I believe emotions are sensuous, blind; overly rational thinking becos a bit utilitarian..."
Church paused, then asked Bologue about sothing else, "Bologue, do you rember what kind of person you were when you were young?"
"Not really, but certainly vastly different from now."
"Hmm... I do recall how I was as a child."
Church continued, "I was a sunny, mischievous kid with a large group of friends. Back then, I always did aningless things like building castles with stones."
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