Seeing Li Mengnan walk out of the ward, Wei Mao hurriedly exited the beautiful girl development game on his mobile phone, and urgently stepped forward and asked: "How is it? Did you find anything?"
Those students who were in an unknown coma have been awake for some time, but because their physical conditions did not allow it, it was not until now that Li Mengnan started searching their subconscious memories.
"Very strange."
Li Mengnan just said this with a strange look on his face, then frowned in thought and remained silent.
At this time, Wei Mao was so anxious that he circled around Li Mengnan, scratching his ears and cheeks and saying: "Young Master Li, if you have it, you have it, if you don't have it, you don't have it. Can we not be so appetizing?"
Li Mengnan glanced at Wei Mao in a funny way and said: "This is not the place to talk. Let's go out and talk."
The two of them walked out of the hospital gate and came to the hospital's underground parking lot.
To facilitate case handling, the Seoul police allocates a car to each special affairs specialist.
Euonymus's car is a Hyundai Velasquez. In fact, he prefers pickup trucks, which are powerful and versatile vehicles. However, South Korea is not the United States, and multi-purpose vehicles like pickup trucks are not popular, so he had to settle for the next best option.
SUV.
Amidst the roar of the powerful engine, the silver Velasquez slowly drove off the ground. Li Mengnan lit a cigarette, lowered the window, and let the cold wind outside the window disperse the rising smoke.
"The car is nice."
"If you are willing, you can apply for one. The Korean police have spent a lot of money this time. The working funds of the task force are so sufficient that it can be said to be a luxury."
Anyway, as a foreign aid, Wei Mao had no intention of saving money for the Korean police, and his driving movements were extremely wild and rough.
"Driving is too high-profile and is not conducive to my activities at Hanlin Art High School... Moreover, I am more accustomed to taking the subway and bus every day." Li Mengnan rejected Wei Mao's proposal without thinking.
"To put it nicely, your mentality is called returning to nature, but to put it unpleasantly, it's just one word - cheap." The sun was a bit dazzling, Wei Mao put on a pair of cool toad glasses and curled his lips disdainfully: "Young Master Li
, now it’s just you and me in the car, tell me what you found.”
"Okay." Li Mengnan nodded, "After I searched the subconscious memories of these students, I found that their memories are basically the same as the transcripts I asked before."
Wei Mao almost hit his head on the steering wheel and died. He stared at Li Mengnan with wide eyes and said with a bitter smile: "Young Master Li, are you kidding me after doing this for a long time?"
"No." Li Mengnan spread his hands with an innocent face.
"Didn't you find nothing?" Euonymus was a little confused.
"Their memories do not seem abnormal, but I feel a special emotional residue from their subconscious."
"Emotions?" Wei Mao became even more confused. Can this be considered a clue?
Not to mention Wei Mao, an ordinary person who became a monk on the way, even those orthodox academic monks from "Kunlun" find it difficult to understand the illusionist's thinking.
Because the world they see in their eyes is never the same. What they see is the "surface" of the world, while the illusionist sees the "inside" of the world.
"Memories are easily destroyed and tampered with by the outside world, and even by oneself, but emotions are not." Li Mengnan gave the popular science to Euonymus in a way that is relatively easy for ordinary people to understand: "There is an old saying in China, 'A snake bites you one day, and ten times.
The saying "Nian is afraid of well ropes" actually illustrates this truth very vividly."
"I was bitten by a snake ten years ago. Ten years later, I may not even remember the appearance of the snake, but the pain and fear at that time are still intact, so that when I see a soft object similar to the shape of a snake again, this
The emotion will burst out again."
"In other words, psychological shadow?" Wei Mao concluded based on his own understanding.
"Yes, although psychological shadows are generally considered to be certain scenes or objects, these are actually just triggers, and they are essentially strong emotions hidden deep in the heart."
Li Mengnan stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it into the small trash can on the car, and continued: "I didn't find any unusual experiences in the memories of these students, but I felt a common emotion in their memories, that is,
this……"
While speaking, Li Mengnan put his hand on Wei Mao's temple. Wei Mao's eyes suddenly widened and he braked to a sudden stop on the side of the road, causing the driver behind him to poke his head out and yell angrily.
Li Mengnan opened the car window, put his head around and made an apologetic gesture to the driver behind him, then turned around and said, "Do you feel it?"
Wei Mao held his chest and gasped, nodded, and after a long pause, he said with a wry smile: "Master Li, next time I ask you to explain, can you not be so 'vocal and emotional'? It's a shame that I have such good driving skills."
, otherwise I might hit a tree."
It's not so much fear as it is heart palpitations. Heart palpitations for no reason, as if some unknown force has pinched the heart, making it difficult to breathe.
"This is just a little residual emotion, and it won't have any impact even on ordinary people."
Li Mengnan smiled casually. After spending so long together, he certainly knew how high the bottom line of Wei Mao's heart was.
After saying this, Wei Mao also felt that something was wrong. He touched his chin and said: "It is impossible that these students all have psychological shadows left over from childhood. So where does this fear come from?"
Li Mengnan smiled, naturally he would not turn a blind eye to such a big doubt, and said: "As long as anything has really happened, there are traces... These fears are like threads, as long as you follow the threads
If you stroke it, you can always touch the end."
When Wei Mao heard that this was about to reveal a secret, he immediately sat upright as if he was all ears.
"After I discovered this situation, I went to find the source of this fear, but unexpectedly discovered the memory fog..."
"Wait, what is that?" Euonymus heard another new term from Li Mengnan.
"It's the kind of memory that seems to have some impression, but can't be recalled at all." Li Mengnan knew that it was not easy for Wei Mao to understand, so he directly made a very vivid metaphor, "This kind of memory is in a vague and indistinct form during the subconscious exploration process.
A clear foggy image appeared, so I named it memory fog."
"It turns out you named it yourself. Why haven't I heard of it?" Wei Mao was stunned and motioned for Li Mengnan to continue.
"Generally speaking, there are many such foggy areas in human memory, but this kind of memory fog can be easily dispelled, revealing the true face of memory."
Wei Mao nodded. The memory in his subconscious is like a high-definition camera that works all the time. Using hypnotic techniques, it can even be traced back to the memory of the fetus. This has long been a scientifically proven fact.