"You don’t seem to have any issues, could it be that your psychological problems are more hidden?" In the backyard of the police station, Du Qiang stroked his chin with a puzzled expression, sizing him up and down as he spoke.
Upon hearing this, Su Qing couldn’t help but roll his eyes, "Brother Qiang, aren’t you a criminal investigator? Are we really this idle? Aren’t there any cases for us to handle every day?"
To be honest, not counting the other departnts, just the criminal investigation unit, he always had the feeling that Du Qiang seed quite idle. Almost every ti he ca, he could see him in a kind of loafing state.
"Nonsense, your Brother Qiang has plenty to do, you just haven’t seen it!" Du Qiang protested, feeling that as a criminal investigator, he was indeed important. He was the backbone of the police station.
"Really? Captain Zhao just said that recently our criminal investigation unit hasn’t been that busy? What exactly are you doing?" Su Qing asked curiously.
Du Qiang:...
"Not many tasks in the criminal investigation unit, but there are other units, right? Recently, although there aren’t many criminal cases, there are quite a few other cases. Both Sister Jun and I have been out on assignnts. Your master just asked to co and take you for psychological intervention, otherwise, why would you see ?"
Police officers only have seven days of October holiday, so even less. Du Qiang and others had these seven days off entirely because the previous case involved constant overti, so this was just compensation.
Nonetheless, they had already been back at work for two days.
"So what assignnts have you been on?"
"Uh, mostly tasks involving disputes between people, and of course, so prostitution cases. These are the main ones. Drug enforcent isn’t under our scope unless there aren’t enough people or if cooperation is needed!"
"So basically the criminal investigators have turned into civil police!"
"What are you talking about? Whether criminal investigators or civil police, we’re all officers. When there aren’t any major cases, we also handle these tasks unless there’s a case requiring criminal investigation, then we’ll be gathered to work. Of course, there’s always staff in the criminal investigation unit; we’re just the surplus manpower."
Su Qing:...
After all that talk, still just extra manpower.
As they talked, they arrived at a floor on the left side of the looped building, went straight to the second floor, and stood at the entrance of a room labeled "Consulting Room."
"Wait a minute, this psychologist isn’t so stunning beauty, is she? Fair skin, beautiful face, intellectual voice, instantly lifting one’s mood, could she really be like that?" Suddenly, Su Qing recalled a scene from a novel.
Typically, such psychologists should be seductive beauties in uniforms, then captivated by the protagonist’s charisma, ultimately becoming part of the harem.
Listening as he rambled on, Du Qiang looked at him with the eyes one would use to look at an idiot, then shook his head, "Clearly you’re quite affected, ah, Gangzi, he’s here, I’m not going in!"
With those words, Su Qingzhi felt a push on his back, stumbled, and entered the office.
"Damn, Qiangzi, you..."
Before he could finish, he saw a plump figure in a police uniform erge from within, face glistening with oil.
"Hello, you must be Su Qing. I’m Wang Gang, the psychological counseling consultant at our station, and of course, also a police officer. I just specialize in this area now."
Looking at the figure, Su Qing suddenly felt a bit disappointed. Although he hadn’t planned to get involved with a beautiful doctor, who wouldn’t want a beauty attending to them during dical visits?
Yet, he didn’t intend to just leave, so he smiled and nodded.
"Hello, Brother Gang. Actually, I don’t have any psychological issues; Captain Zhao is just making a fuss out of nothing!" Su Qing tried to explain that he didn’t have any psychological problems.
Upon hearing this, Wang Gang still wore that amiably smiling face, "No worries, you’re here, so have a seat! Most who co here say they have no issues, I understand, don’t worry!"
Su Qing:...
What the hell, "you’re here" indeed. Does that phrase fit here?
It’s like being in a ntal institution, unable to prove you’re not insane. Quite challenging!
Then he sat down across from Wang Gang at his direction. Wang Gang pulled out his own chair from behind the desk, and the two faced each other. This setup helps in building rapport and providing a sense of closeness, like friends. It aids in breaking down the patient’s psychological defenses—a simple yet effective psychological technique.
If two people are separated by a table, it feels like a eting with a boss or an interrogation, and people, in such states, tend to subconsciously beco defensive, which isn’t conducive to subsequent treatnt.
"Su Qing, 22 years old, wow, quite young! I’ve heard there was a criminal investigation consultant at our station who solved cases repeatedly. Didn’t imagine you’re only 22, young hero!" Wang Gang exclaid, surprised.
[As the psychological consultant at the police station, Wang Gang already knows your details; he’s purposely saying it like this.]
"Brother Gang, you’re too kind, it’s all luck!" Su Qing laughed, playing along with the psychological ga, knowing that he’d be hard-pressed to conceal any tricks.
"So modest, brother. Let see, says here you witnessed a car accident, the other party died on the spot, and you seed to discover it beforehand, tried to save them but couldn’t, right?" Wang Gang took out a paper, pretending to read it.
No need for hints; he already knew Wang Gang was deliberately asking. Captain Zhao must have already discussed his situation with him.
"Yeah," Su Qing nodded and recounted the events of that day.
After a while, Wang Gang spoke heartily, "Actually, sotis it’s just fate, pure luck. You’ve done your best, and even if the outco isn’t as we hoped, you’ve done your duty. After all, things in this world don’t happen just as we want them to, right?
No one wants to see such things. I’ve seen colleagues sacrifice their lives over the years in the station; nobody wants that. It’s doing our human best and listening to destiny! We control so little."
Wang Gang’s voice was rich and carried a hint of helplessness, engulfing one in empathy.
[Wang Gang, 32 years old, only managed to pass the police exam successfully at 28. Truly, the world isn’t pure, everyone has their troubles. As the first college graduate in the family, he graduated several years unable to find a job. Finally, becoming a police officer deed him competent by family. Yet, he knew only too well, that being a police officer barely covered household expenses. With two kids to raise, future elderly parents to support, though not quite unable to survive, seeing his friends thriving inevitably aroused envy, sotis making him want to quit and explore other opportunities to earn more. But leaving the comfort zone ant uncertain prospects.]
Wow, hearing the narration in his mind, looking at this honest and warm uncle, who could imagine he had so many troubles.
His tone then shifted with a sigh, "Yes, there are so few things I can decide. Sotis I really feel like I can’t accomplish anything. Brother Wang, are you happy working at the police station? Ever thought of venturing out? The police profession may look glamorous, families find pride in us, but earnings are limited. After generations, finally, soone of talent, yet only we know outside we’re doing just regular jobs, feeling guilty toward our families!"
Wang Gang: ???
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