Yan Yue was not Yan Luyi. He didn't have a lot of strength at all. He was even no match for the old hypnotist. He pulled him over and couldn't break free. He could only watch with a look of discomfort as the needle penetrated into the skin and the medicine was poured out.
Slowly pushing in. He protested loudly: "I'm so good, why don't you let me take medicine? It's inhumane and inhumane!"
But he soon couldn't protest anymore. As the cool medicine soaked into his body along the blood flow, he could clearly feel that his control over his mind was slowly passing away, and his soul became blurry, as if in a thick fog.
Lost in.
His last definite perception was that the hypnotist's hand gently touched his body, putting him into a natural and comfortable posture... Even a super-powerful brain with an incredible IQ was completely powerless in this situation.
.
He fell into chaos, and his clear consciousness disappeared. The world that emerged before his eyes was as confusing as a poor children's painting with colorful lines randomly applied.
The hypnotist reads spiritual guidance in an extremely soft tone. "...You walk in the place that makes you feel most comfortable, and all sorrow, worry, anxiety, and all kinds of negative emotions will slowly dissipate as you move forward.
…”
He walked slowly through the corridor, and what he saw was a spacious room that was so neat that it could be called abnormally clean, decorated mainly in black and white, and cold and clean.
"...Here, you meet the person you trust most, sit across from him, and talk about what you have experienced recently."
The dark tabletop, snow-white porcelain cups, and two cups of steaming coffee.
Opposite him, Guo Jiu's hair was casually scattered, and he was wearing long casual clothes, only casually tied around his waist. He was sitting in a leisurely posture, smiling, and looking at him.
He said: "You are very tired."
He repeated his words almost unconsciously: "Yes, I am very tired."
"Need a break."
"Need a break."
"There's nothing to worry about."
"Yes, not at all."
…
calm.
The hypnotist gently put his hand on Yan Yue's chest to feel his breathing. After a moment, he nodded slightly, turned around and stretched out a hand towards Mr. Zhou. Mr. Zhou agreed and opened the file on the table beside him.
folder, took out a piece of paper and handed it to him, and then took out a recording pen from his pocket.
His movements were very light, trying to avoid making any noise as much as possible. Zhang Youtou stood far away. Although he was extremely nervous, he did not even dare to express his anger.
Even Mr. Zhou is trying his best to keep quiet. If he dares to make noise and cause trouble, Mr. Zhou may have to kill him.
What Zhang Youtou is concerned about at this moment is no longer the possibility of Yan Luyi's rescue plan being implemented - but whether the cooperation he and Yan Yue had secretly negotiated before is likely to be exposed: he was asked by following the clues.
possibility?
He stood in the room near the door to block anyone who might come in to report matters to Mr. Zhou. Since he was far away, he looked at the list of questions on the note, guessing that it was a list of questions to be asked, and
I can't see clearly what is written on it.
So he could only stand here and be nervous, which was in vain.
Just listen to the hypnotist over there asking in an extremely smooth and soft voice: "Who are you? What is your name?"
Yan Yue's voice was a little more natural than when he said "I'm very tired" just now, but it still sounded extremely dry.
He said: "Yan Yue."
Zhang Youtou relaxed a lot with a sound in his heart, but Mr. Zhou's brows were already furrowed. He winked at the hypnotist. The hypnotist understood and asked further: "At Southeast Medical University
Yan Yue who studies?"
Yan Yuedao: "Southeast Medical University Basic Medical College, Department of Human Anatomy and Histology and Embryology, Administrative Class 130609, student number 10134060756."
Mr. Zhou's expression changed, he turned around and opened the folder again, and pulled out a form. This form was a student status information registration form pulled from the official network of the education system. He found the list of departments that Yan Yue had just reported.
I checked the class and student ID codes twice, and there was no discrepancy at all.
There is no need to compare the photo. It is indeed his photo.
Mr. Zhou's brows furrowed even more tightly. An ordinary student at Capital Medical University. Is this his true identity?
Things would not be that simple. He took two steps back, called the hypnotist over with his hook, and whispered a few words in his ear. The hypnotist nodded, tiptoed back to the bed, and leaned down
He stood up, slowly opened Yan Yue's eyelids with extremely gentle movements, examined them carefully, then stepped back again and reported in a low voice: "He is indeed in an unconscious state, and there is no problem with the hypnosis."
Mr. Zhou nodded slowly. He held the hypnotist's wrist and motioned him to lift up the paper with the list of questions. He stretched out his finger and scratched one of the places, meaning that he would jump directly to the home question.
Question. The hypnotist walked back to the bed, sat down on the chair, and continued to ask in a soft tone: "What is the purpose of your coming here?"
Yan Yue replied: "There is no purpose. It was just an accident."
The hypnotist asked: "Then why are you here?"
Yan Yue replied: "A man named Liu brought me here."
The hypnotist asked: "You've known since then that this was a scam."
Yan Yue replied: "Yes."
The hypnotist asked: "Then why did you come with him?"
Yan Yue replied: "I thought this was just an ordinary... kidnapping for the purpose of making money. So I wanted to take the opportunity to test and see how much my value can be converted into in my father's eyes."
Mr. Zhou picked up the document and turned out a printout of the report submitted by Li Jing. After a rough scan, he saw that it was clearly written in one place, "It is suspected that the parents are busy with business and have emotional needs."
Being ignored for a long time, they tend to arouse attention through unconventional and extreme behaviors, so as to perceive their own existence and gain morbid satisfaction in their souls.”
Mr. Zhou put the documents back and once again called the hypnotist aside to whisper a few words. The hypnotist turned to Yan Yue and asked: "When you escaped from the research institute building, you used it to treat Yan Luyi's wounds.
Where did that bandage to prevent viral infection come from?”
Yan Yue replied: "Someone else gave it to me."
The hypnotist asked: "Who gave it to me?"
Yan Yue replied: "Liu Chengfeng."
Zhang Youtou had never heard of this name, let alone this hypnotist who obviously knew very little about related matters. Therefore, neither of them felt anything bad. Unexpectedly, Zhou Zong almost jumped up and completely ignored the hypnosis process.
There is a rule not to disturb anyone, so he asked eagerly: "Liu Chengfeng?"