Lofty future

Chi Xueren was already outside the door, and he was a little confused after hearing Chu Wenjin's words.Looking at me with surprised eyes, it is inappropriate to ask something.

After all, I didn’t speak, and went to shoot first.

After waiting for a short time, Chu Wenjin answered the phone and sent someone downstairs to pick up Wu Chong.

He was dressed lightly, carrying only a travel backpack, not like he was here for a doctor's visit, but for fun.However, when the backpack was opened, there was a set of white coats inside.

He has to put on professional clothes to put himself into the role of a doctor. I don't know if this is an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"When I saw him yesterday, I knew that he hadn't really slept for a few days. It's too dangerous. It's not good to find another doctor for him here. I can only let Xiaobai find you. Please go to this place." trip."

While Chu Wenjin brought tea and coffee to Wu Chong, he explained.

At first I thought she was trying to ask someone to travel thousands of miles to make an apology, but when I saw her standing quietly beside Wu Chong after pouring the water, I realized that they at least knew each other.

Sure enough, Wu Zhuang's attitude was rather ambiguous: "What trouble do you tell me, why don't I let you be on call."

With a smile on his face, Chu Wenjin couldn't see any reaction to these words, so he explained to me instead.

"Yesterday, when I heard that you were doing hypnosis, I thought of Dr. Wu. I used to take an artist who was very ill, and when it got serious, he would also do hypnotherapy. I went to Dr. Wu at that time, but I didn't expect you to do the same. I think I know everyone, so I invited him to come.”

After finishing speaking, he said to Wu hurriedly, "I'll leave it to you."

Wu hurriedly looked at her deeply, nodded after a while.Chu Wenjin went out, and he kept watching until he couldn't see him.

It seems that there is a story about falling flowers intentionally and flowing water ruthlessly.what a small world.I've been feeling this way over and over again recently.

"Let's talk first, how are you doing?"

Sitting down, Wu Zhuang slightly dimmed the blinds, and the light in the room became less bright, entering an atmosphere that made people feel safe—in theory.

But I am familiar with these methods and processes, and instead of working for me, they make me viscerally wary.

Because I know what's next is... how to put it, it can be called therapy, or it can be counted as spiritual invasion.

I personally agree with the latter statement more.

Last time I took the initiative to go to the doctor, prepared well and repeatedly gave myself enough hints, thinking about "treatment".The eyes are different, so my instinctive reaction is more active.

This did not escape Wu Chong's eyes.

He looked at me silently for a while, trying to make me relax and trust me with that gentle, expansive gesture of his.

I closed my eyes and told myself to let go of my guard, this is Chi Xue's studio, my own territory, and a safe space.Forget dark dungeons, dirty traps and damage...

After a while, I opened my eyes, looked at Wu Chong, and said firmly, "No more talking, let's start."

"Ready?" He was a little surprised, then adjusted his rhythm and gave me a pre-announcement.

"Last time your reaction was very good. This time I plan to let you retain a part of your conscious awareness. You may feel pain and resistance when recalling the memory, but you can choose to continue or interrupt."

When I was a "photographer", I knew that the psychiatrists and hypnotists in our profession were not serious. The procedures and operations deviated from the "normal", and each had its own evils.

Because our purpose is to control the subjects, not to treat their trauma.

Now I think Wu Cong, a regular doctor, is similar to them. He is dressed as an angel in white, but he is actually crazier than any patient in his hands.I clearly felt that he wanted to study me more than treat me.

But no matter what, he will not be worse than me in the dungeon back then, I am not afraid.

"It's all right, you decide." I spread my arms, showing a gesture of relaxation and cooperation.

He was silent for a moment, seemingly casually took the coffee that Chu Wenjin gave him earlier, and smiled: "Okay, then we can start at any time."

In fact, it had already begun—I realized it when I found out I could hear his voice.

I underestimated him, and I was still observing and judging his actions and purpose, but I didn't know that I had already entered his place at that time.

"How is it? Do you think the coffee cup and spoon are my props?" Following my gaze, he asked with a smile.

After getting an affirmative answer from my eyes, I sighed helplessly: "You are too defensive, how can I let you know when I started and what are the props? If you find out, I will have no chance of success .”

Every word he says is honest and candid.I could feel, at this moment, in the illusion he had created, that he saw me as some sort of adversary rather than a patient.

"Let's talk," I looked at him, "What did you ask me last time? What kind of good memory is it really?"

"How can good memories heal you, of course it's bad."

"Which paragraph?"

"The darkest part of your hand."

Hearing this, my heart jumped, and suddenly I felt that my feet were floating in the air, and the room suddenly seemed to vibrate—it was this illusion that was vibrating.

Fortunately, it stabilized again.

"Aren't you afraid of irritating me by talking like this? I will wake up in shock and be more vigilant to you next time."

He didn't care, and smiled confidently: "Isn't that more challenging?"

I remained silent, and the spirit and memory of the last time I was invaded "after falling asleep" gradually emerged in my mind.

That time it was full hypnosis, and the time was short, but people were at his mercy.This Dr. Wu is really extraordinary, he grabbed the part that I evaded the most in a few words, and questioned me fiercely.

Afterwards, it led me to go back to an insignificant teenage past.It was really beautiful, with a little Chi Xue and a healthy Xiang Meifang, home is still home.

Even if I think of it in another illusion at this moment, I can't help but laugh.

"Speak out—this time you are conscious, speak out what you are afraid of, let yourself hear it, and you can start to face it after you wake up."

Wu hurriedly approached me and stirred the coffee in the cup with a spoon.

I pressed his hand, a little angry: "Don't give me a dream."

"Okay." He gave up the hypnotic action, told me not to be nervous, stepped back, and drank the coffee slowly.Wait for me to be calm, and to be gentle and persuasive again.

"Give it a try. You don't need to make any trade-offs. We just do simple true and false questions. I ask, and you answer, is that okay?"

I paused: "... yes."

"Were you sane at the time?"

"Yes."

"Do you think that person deserves to die?"

"Damn."

"Have you ever considered that he is a victim too?"

"I thought about it."

"Do you sympathize with him?"

"pity."

"If you were given another chance, would you do it again?"

"……meeting."

"Do like your employer?"

"Yes."

"Because you think that would make him suffer the most?"

"Correct."

"You killed him."

"I killed him."

"Do you regret it?"

"No regrets."

"Are you scared now?"

"Fear."

"Afraid of being traced?"

"No."

"afraid……"

"Fear of being disgusted."

"Who?"

"..."

Suddenly, the shock came again.

The magnitude of the vibration this time was much greater than before. Not only this room, but the whole building seemed to be shaking, as if it was about to collapse.

Wu hurriedly tapped the coffee cup with a spoon, but it didn't work.He also knew that there was nothing he could do, so he gave up immediately, raised his hand, overlapped his thumb and index finger, and snapped his fingers.

I woke up.