The sound in the headphones has never paused much, and it can also capture the slight sound of the other party typing. Feng Rong stared at the message in the dialog box and continued to type. However, Ding Youlan and the others were right. The sound of "Listen to me" was really contagious. He didn't notice it for a moment and felt a little distracted. He chatted back and forth with "Listen to me" for a few absent-minded words before he suddenly came back to his senses, and was secretly shocked.

——This "Listen to me" really doesn't use any extraordinary abilities or spells. He simply added a lot of psychological hints to his words, which made people involuntarily lead him away.

No wonder Zhu Mengtian and the others didn't react at once. They were used to the various special abilities of the supernatural community and became much more unfamiliar with ordinary human methods. Just like Fei Ge had poured pesticides on Miao Ning and Wang Nailiang before, no one expected that he, who already possessed the power of a living dead, would use such a simple and crude criminal method.

Of course, psychological suggestion is not simple and crude at all. This kind of high IQ is not something that ordinary people can play, it is just a question-answer game. "Listen to me" is a psychological suggestion, either you want to do bad things or you are idle!

"What do you want to change? In fact, it is not that easy to change. Character determines destiny. Many things are destined." "Listen to me" replied to such a message.

Feng Rong did not leave her seat, and sent a text message to tell Lin Yingkong about the psychological suggestion. After continuing to talk to the other party, he had been playing an incompetent and unwilling role, hoping that he would be reborn one day and surprised everyone. "Listen to me" gave him such an answer, and he said, "I don't believe in what destiny. You are so powerful, of course you can despise everyone's efforts without any pressure."

"Listen to me" typed: "Haha, how could you think I am awesome? Only powerful people don't believe in fate. They have enough ability to change their destiny for themselves."

"Many people admire you, so do I. Don't you think you are awesome?"

"Silly boy." "Listen to me" sent these three words, and then his voice came from his headphones: "Why don't I tell you a story during the halftime break." His popularity is really high. Today is not a weekend, and it's already a little faster now. There are still many people squatting in the channel and respond immediately after hearing this.

"I really like someone." The words "Listen to me" made the people in the channel boil. He laughed softly, as if he was watching the words typing the public screen of the channel members. After a while, he said: "If you ask him, he is naturally very good in my eyes, but he is also really good. He is good-looking, talented, knowledgeable, and has a bright future. That is the real pride of heaven. What am I in front of him?"

His voice was still smiling at first, and at this time he felt a little more sad. He could still hear the lighter and smoking, "Don't believe it, what am I? I'm seven or eight years older than him, not as good as him, not as capable as him, and those who like him can line up from his doorstep to my doorstep, so when he is happy to talk to me, I'm almost happy..." The man murmured, his low voice enlarged by the microphone and passed to everyone

In my ears, the feeling of being unable to help seems to seep into people's hearts through my ears, "He is actually not understandable to him. He always treats everyone coldly, as if he doesn't take anyone seriously, and has no friends around me, so I can only say a few words to him. I know that he doesn't like me, probably because he thinks that I can tolerate him and is too lazy to speak... But I am willing to indulge him and pamper him like this."

Feng Rong was stunned as he heard this, and his eyes fell into the photo frame on the table. Four people standing side by side freeze the most energetic years in the small photos. The young man connected with his blood straightened his back, looking down on everything arrogantly.

"He doesn't like talking, so let me say it; he doesn't like banquets and socializing, so I'll go there for him; he likes to study and research, so I'll find information for him... Really, I'm happy to be nice to him, and people like him should get the best." When the man said this, his tone was filled with the teasing of the game, but it made people tell me that he was sad, "There is nothing worth it or not. It's so easy to have someone you are willing to be good to him these days? Actually, I think I'm quite despicable, and I've helped him to indulge him wishfully, but I've never asked him if he wants it. Don't envy him, if one day you meet someone like me, you'll know how uncomfortable it would be."

"I know that although he is cold-hearted, he is not an ungrateful person. How good I treat him, he remembers the prison. I buy food, clothing, and use for him. No matter what he does, he has my shadow. I think he can remember me in his dreams. He doesn't he care about anyone. I want to turn myself into his eyes, melt into his bones and blood, and live in his heart." "Listen to me." His words were fierce, but the tone suddenly became gentle, and the fine and silent silence of people's hearts. "That way, I will belong to him forever..."

Feng Rong's fingers trembled violently, and he looked at the public screen of the game channel with expressionless expressions, "So scary!" "Your mind is so dark!" "You really get that person by doing this?" and other words were gradually calmed down until "Listen to me" laughed and explained that this was a story and everyone was deceived by him. Feng Rong did not pay attention to the movements, but just stared at the private dialog box that had not been closed.

"Listen to me," said to him: "Look, I am also a coward, and I deceive myself and thought that it would be enough to be good to him, but I didn't have the courage to fantasize what to do if I got this person... It's not difficult to pay, but what qualifications do I have to get it?"

Feng Rong looked at the long lines of words in the dialog box word by word. When Lin Yingkong walked in, he slid his hand suddenly and closed the dialog box.

Lin Yingkong did not notice his actions, and as soon as he entered the door, he said solemnly: "Minister, 'Listen to me', I'm off the line early."

Feng Rong immediately went to watch Mai Xu on the game channel. Sure enough, when his attention was focused on the dialog box, the vest of "Listen to me" disappeared. Ding Youlan and the others said before that this person usually went offline at three o'clock, so why did it get early today?

"I didn't talk to him with Meng Tian's account. Minister, how about you?" Lin Yingkong was already walking towards him while speaking.

Feng Rong's index finger moved, then opened the dialog box that he had just closed, and said in a plain voice: "I didn't talk to him, but the story he just told..."

"It's like Fang Shuping's story," Lin Yingkong was not in a hurry to read the chat message. There was a rare hesitation between his eyebrows. "Fang Shuping is indeed seven years older than Yan Mi, and he is also a rare person who can say a few words to Yan Mi." But he just thought it was strange. His voice could be changed with a voice changer, but his tone was difficult to change. "Listen to me" was different from Fang Shuping's way of speaking, no, some were the same... "Fang Shuping's way of inducing those people is very similar to the psychological hint of 'Listen to me'."

Ding Youlan suddenly rushed in with a very bad expression and said, "The IP address of 'Listen tonight' is the same as Fang Shuping's."

Fei Rong followed him into the door, put a few pages of information on the cover table, and continued: "Many members said they had met in Time Bar, and the initiator was 'Listen to me'. I compared a few people and could match the people Lin saw tonight." As she said, she suddenly reflected the meaning of Ding Youlan's words just now, and was puzzled: "It was Mu Er before, and now it is Fang Shuping. Is it Xiao Lan that you made a mistake or is he playing with us?!"

After she said this, Ding Youlan was a little hesitant, "...I may need to confirm it again."

Feng Rong stopped them from walking out immediately, "No matter whether 'listen to me' or not, he told this story, targeting Yan Mi," his expression was not very good-looking, "If he was not Fang Shuping, then Fang Shuping was the one who was most easily influenced by this story." If he was, then this story directly expressed his mood.

——The whole story is a sinful hint full of warmth and honey!

"Someone is watching Fang Shuping..." Lin Yingkong immediately wanted to contact the human world police who looked at Fang Shuping. The people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ling were still at Jiaotong University, but as soon as he took out his cell phone, the ringtone rang. He answered the phone and frowned half a minute later, "Fang Shuping is missing. No one from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Ling and the police of Human World noticed when he left the dormitory."

When the story was just now, the members of the field team of the General Office were all listening with their headphones. After a sudden news, everyone raised their hearts. Lin Yingkong had quickly called E Jingbai to ask him if Yan Mi was by his side.

E Jingbai was stunned for a moment, as if he had a premonition of something wrong, and hesitated: "Ten minutes ago, Fang Shuping said he was waiting for Yan Mi downstairs...he went out."

Lin Yingkong was also stunned, a little surprised, "Didn't you follow him?"
Chapter completed!