As someone highly skilled in psychology, Xu Mo was well aware of what a psychologist could do.
A psychologist could certainly provide guidance to people with psychological issues.
However, a psychologist could also infinitely amplify a person's sense of guilt.
It wasn't impossible to make someone who already felt guilty amplify their feelings of guilt and remorse to the point where they would consider suicide.
"A psychologist made you want to jump?" Xu Mo asked in surprise.
"Yes," the man nodded. "I am indeed a sinner. I shouldn't have defended that rich kid in the hit-and-run case for money... Perhaps death would bring liberation."
No wonder they couldn't find the culprit or catch them on surveillance cameras - it was a psychologist encouraging people to jump? Xu Mo looked at the man in the passenger seat: "Do you still have that psychologist's contact information?"
"What do you need that for? Didn't we agree to have some fun and then come back to jump?" the man asked, confused.
Nevertheless, he pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Xu Mo.
Xu Mo kept one hand on the steering wheel while taking the card with the other, glancing at it: "Gou Yong..."
"Death doesn't solve everything. Seeking death is just a sign of cowardice. This isn't how you atone," Xu Mo suddenly said.
The man: "??"
Wasn't Xu Mo supposed to be on the same page as him? Why this sudden change?
"What do you mean?" he looked at Xu Mo, momentarily puzzled.
Xu Mo decided to provide some psychological counseling to the man while driving.
If a psychologist could amplify the man's guilt to make him suicidal, Xu Mo could certainly guide this man back to reason.
After all, he was also well-versed in psychology.
Xu Mo was quite skilled in applying psychological principles.
"You're not atoning, you're just running away. If you truly want to atone, why not find the family of the victim in that rich kid's accident, or... do something meaningful in your future career that your conscience can accept, like providing free legal aid to those in financial difficulty while maintaining your own living standards. What's past is past, we need to look forward..."
...
Half an hour later.
The man looked at Xu Mo with determination in his eyes.
"You're right, I shouldn't run away. I should face this bravely! I want to atone, I want to use my lifetime of knowledge to help as many people as possible!"
Xu Mo's throat was nearly dry from talking, but his words hadn't been wasted. The man had abandoned his suicidal thoughts and decided to dedicate himself to doing good.
He decided to provide more free legal aid to people in financial difficulty, helping them seek justice, and would no longer defend criminals against his conscience.
"It's good that you're thinking this way," Xu Mo smiled.
"Thank you. If I hadn't met you, I might already be checking in down below. Even if I regretted it then, I wouldn't have had the chance to atone," the man expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Xu Mo. "By the way, which club are we going to?"
Xu Mo: "..."
Talk about a sudden change of topic!
One second he's talking about doing good deeds, the next he's thinking about which club to visit?
Seeing Xu Mo's awkward expression, the man realized that Xu Mo's earlier words about taking him to a club must have been a lie...
"When you said earlier about taking me to a club to find a girl... were you lying?"
"That was a white lie," Xu Mo explained. "Prostitution is illegal, and I'm a police officer. How could I lead someone to break the law?"
"Alright, then could you please take me home?"
"That won't work. You need to come with me to the police station. There's something very wrong with your psychologist. Encouraging suicide is illegal, and we need your cooperation with the investigation."
...
At the police station.
Han Fei was still intently watching surveillance footage.
He had been watching for several hours, and his eyes were getting sore.
But he had no choice. To find clues, he had to keep watching despite his tired eyes.
Just then, there was a knock on the office door.
"Come in."
Han Fei thought it would be the night shift officer, but when he looked up, he saw it was Xu Mo.
"Captain Han, we have a lead. These suicides are connected to a psychologist," Xu Mo said as soon as he entered.
"A psychologist?"
"Yes," Xu Mo nodded, taking out the psychologist's business card the man had given him. "It's the person on this card. I suspect he's the one encouraging people to commit suicide."
He added one more thing.
"I have a witness waiting outside. When I went to the Guojin Building to check if the perpetrator was still there, I accidentally found someone about to jump. I stopped him, and when I asked, I discovered that his suicidal thoughts were all because of this psychologist."
"Take me to see him!" Han Fei suddenly became energized and got up to follow Xu Mo to the main office area.
Under Xu Mo's guidance, Han Fei met the lawyer that Xu Mo had brought to the station.
After questioning him, Han Fei found that everything was exactly as Xu Mo had described.
That psychologist was encouraging people to commit suicide!
Although it was late at night, timing didn't matter when it came to catching criminals and solving cases.
Especially when catching someone who posed such a danger to society.
A psychologist who, instead of providing psychological counseling to patients, was encouraging people to commit suicide? How could that be allowed?
If they didn't catch him soon, who knew how many more people he would harm.
Han Fei immediately looked up the psychologist's information.
Then he called several officers on duty, and they immediately set out to make the arrest.
...
An hour later.
Han Fei and his team returned to the station with a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in custody.
In the interrogation room.
"Officers, I've told you, you've got the wrong person. I'm a law-abiding citizen."
Facing a psychologist, Han Fei was getting a headache.
This guy's psychological resilience was incredibly strong.
Standard interrogation techniques weren't working on him.
Although Xu Mo was also skilled in psychology, he couldn't do much with this person either, after all, the suspect was also well-versed in psychology.
It seemed there was no choice but to use truth serum...

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