Chapter 1, Yellow Jade

Zhang Li said that Huang Yu was introduced by her, and she often frequents Huang Yu's bar, so the two became familiar with each other. She told me that Huang Yu has been acting strangely lately, appearing to be burdened with worries, so she suggested that Huang Yu come to see me. She believes that Huang Yu must be under significant psychological pressure, leading to mental tension, and hopes that I can help her. I asked if she knew why Huang Yu was feeling mentally tense, and she said Huang Yu did not mention it. I did not ask further and we chatted casually before ending the call.

The rain has stopped, and she hurried away just like last time

Huang Yu arrived drenched in rain. Li Qing handed her a dry towel to dry her hair and draped my suit over her shoulders, allowing her to sit across from me. I asked her, "With such heavy rain, why didn't you take an umbrella?" She looked at me, shivering slightly; the weather in April was still a bit chilly. She replied, "I ran out from https://wwwhetushucomcom. He locked me in the house, and I secretly climbed out through the window." I asked her, "Are you referring to your husband when you say 'he'?" She nodded vigorously and said, "He saw your business card and knew I came to see you. He was very angry, wouldn't let me go out, and locked me in the bedroom." I poured her a cup of hot water, which she took. I could feel her hand trembling. Compared to yesterday, she seemed very tense and scared today, her eyes revealing fear and helplessness. She took the cup, and I could feel her hand trembling. Compared to yesterday, she seemed very tense and scared today, her eyes revealing fear and helplessness.

Li Qing curiously leaned over to see what was in the email. I handed her the photo, and she let out a gasp, throwing the photo back onto my desk. She asked, "Is this from that email?" I nodded, and she said, "Who is playing such a prank? It's quite frightening." I smiled, as I also thought it was a prank, but what happened later forced me to confront a terrifying reality

I had no choice but to agree

I looked out the window, and the rain was still pouring down.

After Huang Yu left, I asked Li Qing if she really saw her anxious and excited. Li Qing affirmed and said that Huang Yu mentioned she would come back. I was in a hurry to attend a dinner party and didn't pay much attention to this matter at the time before leaving

I gently said to her, "Huang Yu, don't be anxious, drink some water first to warm yourself up." She slowly drank the water, her shoulders slightly trembling, and she was quietly weeping. I asked her, "You should tell me everything; otherwise, I cannot help you." She lifted her head, placed the cup on the table, and said, "What I said yesterday about the - picture - book is all true; I really don't know why this is happening. I am so scared." I asked, "Then why does your husband lock you up? Is it just because you came to me for psychological counseling?" She replied, "I don't know; as soon as he saw your business card, he suddenly lost his temper and slapped me hard." I carefully examined her face and indeed noticed faint marks. I asked, "Has he always had such a temper?" She shook her head and said, "He used to be very nice and never lost his temper with me." I inquired, "When did you notice he had changed?" She said it was just a week ago one night when she woke up in the middle of the night wanting to drink water. She suddenly felt he was very unfamiliar; apart from having the same body as her husband, she could no longer find a trace of familiarity. After she finished speaking, she suddenly stood up, walked to my side, and tightly grasped my hand, saying, "Teacher Zhu, you must help me; I am so scared, I don't want to die." I held her hand and gently said to her, "Relax a little; it's okay, you will be fine."

Early the next morning, I received a call from Zhang Li, who informed me that Huang Yu had committed suicide by jumping from a building

The situation is as follows. Yesterday afternoon, just before the end of the workday, Li Qing came to my office and said that a woman was looking for me, but she had not made an appointment. I was in a hurry to attend a dinner with a friend, so I asked Li Qing to schedule a time with her. Shortly after, Li Qing came back in and told me that the person seemed very anxious, emotionally agitated, as if she had been subjected to some tremendous stimulus, and insisted on seeing me immediately

As I reflect slowly, I always feel that there is something I have overlooked, but what could it be? Flipping through the records, I recall the events of yesterday. Overall, Huang Yu gave me a very calm impression yesterday, a calmness that felt quite abnormal. If she truly had a delusional disorder, she should have exhibited some degree of nervousness, yet she was too composed, including her tone and intonation. If it weren't for the fear that showed in her eyes when she mentioned her husband, I would have thought she was discussing matters unrelated to her. Moreover, although what she spoke of was hard to believe, her language was coherent and free of any logical errors.

My consultations regarding Huang Yu also came to an end with her death. I still retain her two thin pages of consultation records, which lie in my filing cabinet

I am a psychological counselor. From a psychological perspective, she has serious psychological issues, but everything she says feels so real, especially the look in her eyes that seems to expect me to believe her. I am not in a hurry to make a judgment; I would like to have the opportunity to talk to her husband, as the crux of many issues should lie with him.

It was a morning one and a half months after Huang Yu's death when I had just entered the office. Li Qing handed me an email that only had the recipient's name but no sender's information. Upon opening the email, I found only a few photographs. Aside from one portrait, the other pictures were not landscapes but rather distant views of a cemetery. The portrait filled me with fear, sending chills down my spine, as the beautiful woman in the photo was none other than the deceased Huang Yu.

The rain outside continues to pour heavily. I am trying hard to recall the scene of my conversation with Huang Yu. What exactly did I overlook in our interaction? Ah, it was the gaze, Huang Yu's gaze, which contained a significant element of distrust, and it is precisely this gaze that has made me feel uneasy all along. Why does she look at me with such a gaze? Is it because she thinks I do not believe her words? Or does she simply not wish to speak the truth with me? Then why does she insist on meeting me? I suddenly feel the need to give Zhang Li a call

She entered my office and sat in the chair opposite my desk, her eyes fixed on me, yet she remained silent. I did not observe the anxiety and excitement that Li Qing had mentioned; instead, I found her to be very composed and calm. I stood up, poured a glass of water, and placed it in front of her, then returned to my seat and quietly watched her. She lowered her head, picked up the glass of water on the table, took a slight sip, then gently played with it for a moment before placing it back on the table.

Huang Yu jumped off the building, right from the top of the large building that housed her small bar

It is pouring rain outside, and in such weather, it is unlikely that anyone else will come. I asked Li Qing to find yesterday's consultation records; I want to review them again. I have a persistent feeling that there was something off about the individual seeking help yesterday, but I cannot pinpoint what the issue was.

Li Qing came in to inform me that Huang Yu had arrived

After Huang Yu's death, the police came to question me. I showed the police the consultation records, and after reviewing them, they concluded that Huang Yu was likely a mental health patient and that her death was a suicide, thus closing the case. At the same time, I learned from the police that Huang Yu did not have a husband; she had divorced several years ago and had been living alone. Neighbors also confirmed that they had never seen any men entering or leaving her home.