Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?! Chapter 169 - 169 167 Ignored Person

169: Chapter 167 Ignored Person 169: Chapter 167 Ignored Person After making a scene at the “Liu Lin Psychological Clinic,” Nan Zhubin stayed at the Yan Nuo Center for two days.

On one hand, he needed so ti to organize the information and materials at hand and then ask Weng Pinting for help; at the sa ti, he also had to prepare for the consultation with Li Minglu.

But on the other hand, Nan Zhubin also hoped that with ti, he might get an unexpected surprise.

Right now, the “surprise” part has arrived.

Of course, for this “surprise” to appear, there must be a prerequisite.

“Speaking of which, I’ve been keeping an eye on you recently.” Nan Zhubin spoke as if making casual conversation, “After I asked you questions last ti, the ‘teacher’ hasn’t taken any asures.”

“And after I made a fuss at the clinic, nothing happened to you either…”

“So you really didn’t report my visit to the ‘teacher,’ and the ‘teacher’ still doesn’t know the clinic’s information ca from you?”

Hearing this question.

Huang Xin, who was already feeling extrely lost, showed an even more exhausted expression.

“I certainly wouldn’t tell the teacher voluntarily, and the teacher didn’t notice either.”

He said weakly, “Anyway, I studied psychology, after all, I can at least act a bit…”

“I don’t et the teacher often, and when I do, he’s not really concerned about , just like pretending not to notice…”

“Moreover, he’s been overwheld himself lately, all thanks to you…”

Huang Xin actually started explaining seriously.

This counted as a surprise.

If possible, Nan Zhubin didn’t want soone like Huang Xin, who had been ntally subdued in a psychological sense, to be wiped out by Lin Lulin.

“But won’t ‘teacher’ find out eventually, given enough ti?”

Nan Zhubin, with a whatever-it-takes ntality, tried to plant a taphorical landmine: “How long do you think you can hide it?

The more dangerous the current situation, the greater the harm of your initial ‘reveal secret to ’ action, and the ‘teacher’ will be increasingly angry when he finds out.”

“Why not just join and topple him together?”

This was to remind Huang Xin that the cost of silence was growing, while also trying to bring the other party onto the sa platform as himself.

Although using [Micro-expression Analysis] could yield the desired intelligence, if he could get Huang Xin to cooperate actively, demonstrating subjective initiative, that would naturally be better.

And what was Huang Xin’s response to this?

…

Huang Xin listlessly shook his head.

He sighed through his nose, remained silent, exhibiting a give-up attitude.

—Faced with option A and B, choosing neither A nor B, simply dragging on.

Rather than accepting the “unknown consequences” that any “choice” would bring, it was better to endure the “known consequences” of “not choosing”— with even a slight hope that these “known consequences” wouldn’t occur.

This kind of deanor was sothing Nan Zhubin had seen many tis.

Nan Zhubin knew that things couldn’t be rushed.

Even if he wanted to completely turn Huang Xin, what he said just now could only be considered laying the groundwork in advance.

He quickly got back to the main topic, continuing to use [Micro-expression Analysis] to extract the information he needed.

“You said you’ve been helping the ‘teacher’ modify the archive materials recently, right?

Where are the modified files stored?”

Huang Xin shook his head: “I don’t know.

All I know is that it must be in paper form.

He’s the traditional type, considering his age, and he might also worry about cybersecurity risks with computers, probably a notebook or sothing…”

“Is there a suspected storage spot?”

“The teacher’s safe?

A locked drawer sowhere?

If you’re curious, why don’t you check yourself…”

Nan Zhubin imdiately followed up: “Can you find it?”

Huang Xin replied weakly, “You’re being unreasonable here.

Zhuren, I can answer your questions at most, but expecting to find things for you is out of the question…”

Nan Zhubin squinted his eyes.

Indeed.

The person in front had reached a certain psychological limit.

Faced with problems, “playing dead’ psychologically just lowers the bottom line; but when touching the bottom line, it becos especially firm.

At the sa ti, what the other party said wasn’t without reason.

Using [Micro-expression Analysis] to pry for details and gather information was one thing; but using secret information to threaten and get the other party to help gather evidence was another matter altogether.

Nan Zhubin paused in thought; even if he wanted to go through with it, he needed to plan extensively first.

To avoid provoking unexpected reactions, Nan Zhubin decided to first extract other information that was relatively easy to obtain.

To at least secure the basic understanding.

He temporarily stopped obsessing over the archive docunts issue and turned to the second question he ca to verify today.

“I found Doctor Zhang at the ‘Liu Lin Psychological Clinic’ and we talked about Li Minglu—the one who is now my ‘depression’ case, rember?”

Nan Zhubin observed Huang Xin’s expression.

According to the consultant surnad Zhang, Li Minglu’s “specific case was handled by one of Lin Lulin’s students.”

Was it Huang Xin?

Probably not.

According to Huang Xin, he only started taking over work at the psychological clinic after Nan Zhubin left; it was also because Lin Lulin desperately needed manpower recently that he gained access to so core matters.

Nan Zhubin didn’t doubt the information he obtained using [Micro-expression Analysis], and the other party shouldn’t be lying.

Nan Zhubin believed that the consultant surnad Zhang referred to a “student” responsible for Li Minglu, who was likely a student Lin Lulin had previously ntored—it’s common for seasoned professors to cultivate disciples in school and then recruit them to work for themselves.

Whoever it was, Huang Xin, also under Lin Lulin’s tutelage, should be aware; if necessary, Nan Zhubin might need to continue pursuing this lead.

But, Huang Xin’s subsequent reaction was beyond Nan Zhubin’s expectations.

…

“I know a bit about Li Minglu’s situation.

He’s the kind of case the teacher personally follows because his advisor seems to be one of the leaders of our school’s art academy, so he sought out the teacher.”

“His consultation is directly handled by the teacher, but the teacher didn’t sort the files personally, as such trivial matters waste ti and can be relegated to an assistant for practice.”

“But the teacher didn’t assign it to , because at that ti I hadn’t caught his eye, and wasn’t qualified to handle clinical data…”

Nan Zhubin stared into Huang Xin’s eyes.

[The eyes darted to the right briefly.]

This action didn’t match Huang Xin’s behavior pattern when telling “the truth.”

[A lie?]

[No, the distance the pupils moved away from the eye sockets was still quite far.]

[It didn’t look like an eye movent caused by thinking.]

[The gaze wasn’t wandering; it was fixed—more like he was glancing at sothing to my right?]

A sharp current seed to surge down Nan Zhubin’s spine as he realized sothing.

He turned back.

Huang Xin’s big-nosed junior was standing behind him.