fear of intimacy

Li San is not a fan of Chen Shu. It should be said that Chen Shu's fan group rarely sees boys.Chen Shu was born fair, tall and thin, with a gentle and delicate air, which is more likely to arouse women's maternal love.

"Hey, look at this picture!" On the way back to the hospital, Li San showed Zhou Xu the photo he secretly took of Chen Shu, "It's clear enough! Senior sister definitely wants it!"

Zhou Xu glanced at it——the angle of the photo was strange, probably the corner of the camera was exposed on the edge of the table, and it was taken from the small side up.Fortunately, Chen Shu's face is worth fighting.

"I can't give it to me if I want it, I have to exchange it with coolies! I don't ask too much, just correct two papers for me, and let me enjoy the treatment of the boss hahahahaha!"

Zhou Xu didn't even bother to give him a blank stare.The phone in his pocket vibrated, someone called, Zhou Xu answered the phone, and Li San was still chattering in the background—"Do you think you don't know how to seize the opportunity? Do big stars see you whenever you want? Keep a straight face the whole time, It’s because no one wants to see you for the second time. Zhou’er, I think you’re just short-hearted…”

The call was from Professor Xiang. The academic discussion on hypnosis-induced human body phenomena had ended, and he was about to go home, and asked Zhou Xu and Li San to wait for him at the hospital gate.At the same time, I was concerned about the meeting between my disciples and old friends, and learned from Zhou Xuchu that a solution satisfactory to both parties was reached.

The boss spoke concisely, and after explaining in a few or two sentences, when Zhou Xu hung up the phone, he found that the noisy rapping in the background stopped at some point.

Li San stared blankly at the back of Zhou Xu's hand.

Zhou Xu: "???"

Turn the back of your hand over and look - oh, it turns out that what you are looking at is the phone case, and to be more precise, it is Chen Shu's autograph in gold writing on the phone case.

Li San shook his lips: "Zhou Zhouzhou, Chen Chen..."

Zhou Xu patted him on the shoulder: "Do you think you are short-sighted? Do big stars meet whenever they want? They don't take autographed photos whenever they get the chance."

Li San couldn't figure it out: "When did this happen! Did I lose my memory!"

Zhou Xu shrugged.

The chairs in the hall were full, and the two stood beside the guide table near the door, waiting for Professor Xiang to come over.

"Damn Zhou, you are a hidden Chen Shu fan!" Li San's tone seemed to be the first day he knew Zhou Xu, "I see, the boss must know that you like Chen Shu, so he let you take this job, boss How nice of you."

Among the many students under his sect, Professor Xiang really cared about Zhou Xu the most. Whenever he attended a speech meeting, he would definitely bring Zhou Xu with him, as if he was the most proud disciple appointed by the emperor.

While paying attention to searching for the figure of the teacher in the crowd, Zhou Xu explained: "I just ran into it by chance last week and signed it by the way."

Li San suddenly remembered: "Oh...it was the day you went to the brother's consultation room to save the scene? I remember you asked me how to strike up a conversation with someone. It turned out to be Chen Shu—but if you don't follow stars, why would you want to?" His signature!!"

These two idiots even had an expression of "don't try to fool me".

Zhou Xu sighed: "That's all you remember? Do you remember Chen Shulu's investigative variety show?"

"Of course remember, don't change the subject—" Li San's displeasure gradually turned into bewilderment, and then developed into astonishment, "You, you mean..."

Zhou Xu said: "Chen Shu's thinking is right. This knot in my heart has been entangled for 20 years. Only he can find a way to untie it."

Li San opened his eyes wide, looking at Zhou Xu's stubborn and cold profile.

Professor Xiang's iron-gray suit appeared among the busy crowd of doctors and nurses in white coats, and walked towards the disciples.Zhou Xu said the last sentence to Li San: "So I am willing to help him. In exchange for this, he will tell me a new way to solve the mystery of the year."

Two days later, Chen Shu, accompanied by his assistant Xiao Peng, went to the door of a household in a certain residential building.

Zhou Xu opened the door for them, wearing a very formal western-style suit with meticulously symmetrical bow ties.Too serious and serious, as if he paid special attention to today's teaching, Chen Shu couldn't help correcting his attitude.

Zhou Xu frowned: "Why are there two people?"

Chen Shu explained: "This is my life assistant, and I usually follow him wherever I go." Then he thought that maybe the secrets of other sects could not be easily spread, and said: "If it is inconvenient, he can find a place outside and wait for him." I."

As a hard-working nanny, Xiao Peng nodded obediently while holding Chen Shu's down jacket and thermos.

Zhou Xurang opened the door: "The assistant is in the living room, and the teaching is in the study."

Zhou Xu's home is very neat and tidy, the glazed floor tiles are shiny, except for the necessities of life, there are almost no decorations in the house, making the space extraordinarily spacious and monotonous.

On the coffee table in the living room, there are sugar oranges piled up in the fruit plate, and the freshly mixed tea is still steaming, and a copy of "Hypnotism and Psychotherapy" is placed beside it.

It seems that Zhou Xu was planning to teach in the living room.

Xiao Peng was a little apprehensive, and quietly asked Chen Shu: "Brother, why don't I go outside and wait."

Zhou Xu held up the tea tray, held "Hypnotism and Psychotherapy" in the other hand, and signaled Chen Shu to follow him to the study.

Chen Shu waved at the assistant from behind Zhou Xu, and quickly followed into the room.

The study is also very simple.A solid wood desk with its back against a floor-to-ceiling bookcase, opposite to a folding recliner, with a tripod on the side of the chair, and a digital camera on top, the LCD cover has been opened, and the camera records all the reclining chairs.

"This is..." Chen Shu was puzzled.

"The standard equipment for a hypnotic experience, a comfortable seat and a camera to record the whole process." Zhou Xu explained in a flat tone, and put the tea tray and books on the desk.

Zhou Xu sat behind the desk, and Chen Shu looked around the room, only the reclining chair opposite the desk could still sit.He was a little hesitant, walked over to touch the front edge of the chair and sat down, and asked: "Is there any hypnosis experience arranged today?"

Chen Shu still remembered that Zhou Xu showed him the power of hypnotism last time, and he was a little nervous because of his ignorance about it.

Zhou Xu didn't say anything: "If you don't want to have it, you don't have it."

Chen Shu: "..."

Chen Shu thought to himself, it really is that cold-faced cool guy.

In fact, before he came here, he was a little worried about whether Brother Ku would give lectures. After all, analyzing the situation when the two met for the first time, Zhou Xu seemed a little not good at chatting?

"I have already read the plot you sent. Academically speaking, it is completely unrealizable. If you come out of room A, but make others think that you came out of room B, this is an abnormal memory, and it belongs to the category of deep hypnosis. It is absolutely impossible. The protagonist can do it with just one look." Zhou Xu said in a business-like tone, but it vaguely made people feel ridiculed by experts.

Chen Shu took a deep breath, and then heard Zhou Xu change the subject: "However, it is understandable that the works of art have been processed and deified."

"It's actually very simple to know what hypnosis feels like. The essence of hypnosis is suggestion, and the essence of suggestion is self-suggestion. Self-suggestion can be seen everywhere in life. For example, 'The more you think about it, the more wrong it becomes'," The more this child looks less like his father, it's all self-suggestions gradually formed under repeated reinforcement."

Chen Shu couldn't hold back, and let out a snort.

Zhou Xu looked at him, his pupils were very pale: "What are you laughing at?"

"...Teacher Zhou is quite humorous." Chen Shu shut up knowingly, correcting his attitude towards study.

Perhaps Zhou Xu didn't quite understand where his humor was, so he paused for a moment before continuing: "Only your own brain can control your behavior, so no matter how advanced the hypnotism is, it first requires the suggestion to be able to be understood by the subject." Accept it. Even if it’s an art-processed spy drama, it’s best not to have a plot in which the protagonist kills the enemy with a single look.”

Chen Shu nodded sincerely to show that he was taught, but he thought in his heart: Director Huang should really let the screenwriter also attend the class.

"The mechanism by which suggestion works is divided into two steps: first, through language or behavior, the suggested person has a concept, and then causes movement under the control of this concept.

This mechanism can also explain the behavior of the protagonist in the script.However, trained hypnotists know more about language skills, and we can do a small experiment to experience it. "

Zhou Xu took out a small metal ball with a diameter of about one centimeter from the drawer, with a thin chain attached to one end.I can't tell what it is for, maybe it is a special prop for hypnosis.

Chen Shu couldn't help feeling that he was specialized in art, and took a sip of water from his teacup——Zhou Xu's hand reached out to his teacup, and the two of them stopped at the same time.

Chen Shu looked at Zhou Xu's well-articulated fingers, and then at the teacup in his hand: "???"

Zhou Xushi put his two fingers together and made a hook.

Chen Shu understood immediately, and offered the teacup with both hands.Sorry, didn't expect it to be an academic prop.

Zhou Xu put his and Chen Shu's two teacups side by side, leaving a gap three fingers wide in the middle, and handed the metal ball tied with a chain to Chen Shu: "Hold the chain and hang the ball in the middle of the gap between the two cups. "

Chen Shu did so.

"Don't touch the table with your elbows," Zhou Xu reminded him, and then said, "Try to keep your arms steady, and you will find that the ball slowly starts to shake by itself."

This posture was a bit strenuous, and Chen Shu's arm became sore after lifting it for a while, so he tried his best to control his arm and keep it stable.But the metal ball suspended between the two glasses still vibrated extremely slightly with the chain.

Zhou Xu said calmly and firmly behind the desk: "Even if you don't move your hand, the range of the metal ball's shaking will become larger and larger, and even hit the glass wall."

Clink, there was a slight sound, and the metal touched the glass.

The gap between the glasses was not too small, and Chen Shu was a little surprised that the chain could amplify the slight shaking of the arm to such an extent.

"Is your name Chen Shu?" Zhou Xu asked.

Chen Shu looked up strangely, and saw that Zhou Xu was just staring at the metal ball constantly shaking between the glasses. "I'm..." Before Chen Shu finished speaking, Zhou Xu raised his palms, palms facing outwards, to stop him from speaking.

The metal ball clanged against the glass on the right.

"Are you this year?" Zhou Xu asked again.

Jingle, this time it's the glass on the left.

"Are you a singing and dancing star?"

left.

"Are you an actor?"

right.

Zhou Xu’s eyes briefly left the metal ball and moved to Chen Shu’s face: “Got it? The glass on the right represents the answer to the question is yes, and the glass on the left represents no. Now you can also ask yourself the question, the metal ball Will give the most honest answer."

Chen Shu was curious and awed by the same process as a pen fairy. While trying to control his arm's stiffness, he asked, "Will I still live in this city ten years from now?"

The metal ball drew a circle between the two cups.

Zhou Xu corrected him: "Don't ask baseless questions."

Chen Shu didn't know what to ask for a while.

Zhou Xu then replaced him: "Did you record a detective variety show three months ago?"

The swing of the chain gradually increased, and the metal ball lightly hit the glass on the right.

Chen Shu glanced at Zhou Xu.

"During the recording of the program, did you think that the head of the orphanage was the murderer?"

The chain trembled for a moment, and then came to a standstill again. The metal ball swayed slightly from side to side at the end. After a while, it had a little imperceptible contact with the left cup wall.

"Do you think that father is the murderer?"

There was a sound of pinging and bang, and the metal ball tied to the end of the violently shaking chain bumped wildly.Chen Shu withdrew his arms and rubbed his shoulders: "It's quite strenuous, hahaha, my shoulders are numb."

Zhou Xu raised his eyelids and looked at him, his eyes were a little cold.

Chen Shu pretended not to see it, and said in a relaxed and curious tone, "What's the principle? It's amazing."

Zhou Xu lowered his gaze, and put the teacup back in front of Chen Shu: "Self-suggestion is hyperactive. It means that the subconscious mind answers the known questions in the mind."

Next, Zhou Xu introduced some basic knowledge about hints, and did not try Chen Shu again.After the class ended, the two added WeChat and made an appointment for the next class.

Chen Shu came out of the study, and Xiao Peng, who was looking through the tablet seriously, immediately raised his head: "Is it over bro?"

The sound effect of Xiaoxiaole came from the tablet.

Shuai Xiao Peng blushed and frantically turned off the sound.

Zhou Xu sent the two of them to the door, and half-heartedly agreed to Chen Shu's request to leave a message for him if he had any questions.

Xiao Peng stood at the vent of the corridor, wrapping Chen Shu in a down jacket.

"Brother, do you still remember your last name?" Xiao Peng asked, but Chen Shu glared at him, feeling aggrieved, "Didn't you ask me to ask, because I was afraid that I would be hypnotized and brainwashed."

There was really a vague idea in Chen Shu's mind, he thought about it for a long time, and said, "I seem to have forgotten something..."

Hearing this, Xiao Peng pulled out the memo on his phone: "No, you don't have any other plans today."

Chen Shu stared at his phone.

Xiao Peng: "...Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Chen Shu slapped his forehead, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat contact, pointed to a name and asked Xiao Peng: "Look at this! Do you think it looks familiar?"

——z6349426432622bslmx

The corner of Xiao Peng's mouth twitched: "Isn't this just a garbled code?"

Chen Shu shook his head regretfully: "You're not handsome, I told you earlier that you should exercise your memory while you're young, and beware of Alzheimer's—this name is exactly the same as the author's name of the reasoning script passed to me by the previous screenwriter."

Xiao Peng: "Uh..."

Chen Shu explained himself to a sudden realization: "So it turns out that Zhou Xu wrote the reasoning script, no wonder he always asks me if I remember the content of the recording that day."

Xiao Peng: "Uh..."

Chen Shu: "What do you want to say, do you also think that the screenwriter was right that day, because the show did not find the real murderer in Zhou Xu's heart, so he asked my opinion?"

Xiao Peng: "Uh, brother, I want to say, my name is Peng Shuai and I'm very handsome..."