Chapter 163 Hypnosis

The days passed, three more of them, unhurried and unslacking.

During these three days, Xu Qinglang was busy looking for a new shop. This long-abandoned commercial center had already seen two deaths. Setting up shop here again would be purely inviting trouble. He had sought Zhou Ze's opinion on whether he would be willing to move with him, and he could help Zhou Ze find a new storefront as well. Zhou Ze's response to this was noncommittal.

On the one hand, Zhou Ze didn't really care about the popularity of the bookstore with the living, but on the other hand, without Xu Qinglang's concocted juices,

Eating would become a problem again.

Another thing happened during these three days: the police found suicide notes in both Mr. Chen's and Miss Liu's homes, as well as their wedding photos.

However, the wedding photos were in black and white, and the content of the suicide notes was even more incomprehensible to ordinary people.

They had agreed to commit suicide together, ending their lives in a terrifying way. In the suicide notes, they apologized to the other members of the Horror Story Lovers Association for the trouble and investigation they had caused, and at the same time stated that this was the real horror story.

They had met because of their love for "horror," so naturally they had to prove their love in the most "horrific" way possible.

This news also spread to the internet, causing an uproar in public opinion, and once again sparked discussion. Many big Vs once again brandished their whips to criticize horror and suspense films and novels, look, this is misleading people, these things should be banned.

But in fact, what should be banned are ancient love stories like Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, because these stories eulogize the theme of suicide, leading later generations to constantly imitate it.

The woman named Tang Shi had been staying on the second floor. After her injuries were treated, and after waiting for three days, Zhou Ze finally came to her and told her that he had done what he had promised, and now it was her turn to fulfill her side of the bargain.

"Those two people, they really committed suicide, right?"

Tang Shi was still lying there, with bandages all over her body, looking like a female mummy. There was really no way to care about aesthetics at this point, simply because her original injuries were too serious and too dense.

"Yes." Zhou Ze nodded.

"I sensed it when they were playing the Ouija board game." Tang Shi's eyes looked at Zhou Ze, "At that time, I thought it was very interesting. They wanted to see ghosts, but they didn't realize that the owner of the bookstore they were in was a ghost, and a ghost messenger at that."

"In fact, on the first night, when that woman was about to jump off the building, I tried to control the white dress on my body to stop her, but she was determined, and I was too weak to stop her. She still jumped."

Zhou Ze didn't speak.

"Ignorant men and women always think that death is a beautiful thing, but I guess they should be regretting their original stupidity in hell now. Hell is a very terrible place, enough to make most suicide victims regret their original folly."

Saying that,

Tang Shi paused, and then continued: "You are much luckier than us. You haven't experienced the real horror of hell."

"It's time to talk about business." Zhou Ze reminded her.

"Your heart, right?" Tang Shi asked.

"What else?"

"Do you feel like you've already lost your heart?"

Zhou Ze nodded.

"But it's impossible for it to be gone. There are many incredible things in this world, but on the whole, there is still a line balancing things."

"For example, the injuries on my body, you can also see that those messengers who ran out of the underworld left black feathers, mercury water, and paper talismans on my body. Their image is very mysterious and high-end in the eyes of ordinary people;

"But in fact, just like goddesses still have to use the toilet, aside from the mysterious veil that they can enter and exit hell, they are actually very ordinary."

"Even, they are far from having the ability to move mountains and fill seas like those characters described in so-called superhero movies or cultivation fantasy novels."

"Of course, I'm not confirming that no one has this ability, but I'm sure that the existence that has this ability can't leave hell."

"So, what exactly are you trying to say?" Zhou Ze asked.

"About the matter of you losing your heart, you told me that you shouldn't be able to eat, right, like us, I've seen you eating with extremely sweet and sour drinks to barely swallow it down these past few days."

Zhou Ze nodded.

"But you said that when you ate your own heart, you didn't feel any discomfort at all, and even felt that it was a little delicious."

"You mean, what I ate wasn't actually my heart?

No, it's that I didn't eat anything substantial at all."

Zhou Ze quickly understood and continued:

"Eating, the dining table, knives and forks, in fact, they are all fake, all illusions."

Tang Shi nodded slightly. She seemed a little tired, but still opened her mouth and said:

"Even the most mysterious and terrifying existence doesn't have the ability to regrow bones and flesh, let alone the ability to turn decay into magic and dig out the heart of a body while keeping its body and original vitality the same."

"So, you should be under hypnosis, a very advanced hypnosis, a hypnosis that you can't even extricate yourself from."

"Hypnosis?"

"Yes, hypnosis, the eating environment, the other party's every word, every action, is giving you psychological cues, otherwise, why didn't he just pick up some firewood by the roadside and have a barbecue with you?"

Zhou Ze nodded. In fact, Tang Shi's words and his own previous guesses coincided in many places.

For example, every time he made a choice that violated his current interests, his chest would always hurt, but as long as he persevered for a while, he could still continue his original choice.

Because he subconsciously thought that he had lost his conscience, so after doing anything that started from the point of "conscience," he would always remind himself:

Oh, I shouldn't do this, and then it would hurt.

It's just like a person who has experienced hardships in childhood and left psychological trauma, and then seeing similar things or pictures, will still cause physical and mental discomfort.

"Then should I go to a psychologist?"

"I know a very good psychologist who can help you solve your problem," Tang Shi said.

"That one?" Zhou Ze naturally thought of who it was.

"As long as he can come back alive, he can solve your problem."

"Who knows where he's run off to now?"

"He didn't run away." Tang Shi corrected, "He went to find them."

The topic ended there. When Zhou Ze was about to go downstairs, Tang Shi said again:

"Can you call up that female zombie?"

"What for?"

"Let her sleep with me."

"I'll go ask her if she agrees."

Downstairs, Bai Yingying was sitting behind the counter playing a mobile game. Zhou Ze ignored her and didn't ask Bai Yingying for her opinion about the woman upstairs. He walked directly out of the store and hailed a taxi.

Psychologist, he really knew a very good one.

Last time, Wang Ke had told him that he would no longer look for Zhou Ze in the future, but if Zhou Ze had something he needed, he could look for him.

He really guessed right.

It was already eleven o'clock in the morning when he took a taxi to the entrance of Wang Ke's villa. Zhou Ze rang the doorbell.

The door was opened, and Wang Ke, wearing a set of pajamas, appeared at the door. Seeing that it was Zhou Ze, he was stunned for a moment, and then gestured for Zhou Ze to come in.

A fragrant smell of meat came from the house. There must be meat stewing in the kitchen.

"Want to eat something together?" Wang Ke suggested, "I just bought some big bones and stewed them for a long time. I remember when we were in the orphanage, it wasn't easy to eat a meal with meat."

Zhou Ze shook his head, "I don't have a very good appetite."

"It's okay, then let's drink some soup. By the way, you came to me because you have something you need help with, right?"

"I've been hypnotized. The person who hypnotized me told me that I no longer have a conscience. Now, I want to get my conscience back." Zhou Ze went straight to the point.

Wang Ke frowned, feeling a little uneasy and anxious, and said:

"Last time I tried, I couldn't hypnotize you. You said that you can't fall asleep under normal circumstances, so the most direct and effective method, I can't use on you, so I can only take a roundabout way to see if it can have any effect."

"Let's try it."

The two came to Wang Ke's study,

Wang Ke changed into a suit and sat down behind his desk, then handed Zhou Ze a pocket watch.

"You use this to swing in front of me to try to hypnotize me. At that time, the two of us can achieve a reverse psychological connection."

Zhou Ze didn't hesitate and directly started swinging the pocket watch in front of Wang Ke.

Wang Ke watched very seriously, watching and watching, he closed his eyes.

At the same time, Zhou Ze also felt a little tired, as if Wang Ke's "sleep" at this time had more or less affected him.

"Are you asleep?" Zhou Ze asked.

Wang Ke didn't answer.

"What's your name?"

"Wang Ke."

A very novel feeling. Zhou Ze didn't have much experience in this area, but at this time, it didn't seem to require any experience.

"You..."

Suddenly, Zhou Ze felt his vision blur. Dimly, he seemed to hear a man asking him:

"Do you think you need a conscience?"

Zhou Ze was a little dazed, but still said: "Doing good things may lead to bad results."

"So, deep down in your heart, you are actually very repulsed by the behaviors you used to consistently adhere to." The man's voice came again.

Next, it was a long conversation. Zhou Ze himself was a little confused, as if the conversation and questions had nothing to do with him.

In front of him, there was a pot, soup was being boiled in the pot, and big bones were being cooked inside. The soup was very fragrant.

"Plop!"

The pocket watch fell from Zhou Ze's hand onto the ground,

Zhou Ze slowly opened his eyes,

Wang Ke behind the desk also opened his eyes, his eyes were bloodshot, looking very tired.

"Did it succeed?" Zhou Ze asked.

Wang Ke nodded, then shook his head, and said apologetically:

"Your problem is a bit complicated. In fact, the one who is really struggling about whether to have a conscience is still you. Maybe some of the things you've experienced recently have loosened your original beliefs, and with the help of external forces, a knot has formed in your heart."

Hearing this, Zhou Ze nodded, thoughtfully.

"By the way, did you ask me any questions?" Wang Ke suddenly asked.

This kind of hypnosis is mutual. In fact, Wang Ke performed a superficial hypnosis on Zhou Ze, while Wang Ke completely opened his heart to Zhou Ze.

"I didn't ask, because I only saw a pot of meat soup. Are you very hungry?"

"Yes, I'm hungry." Wang Ke nodded.

Then, Wang Ke pulled Zhou Ze to the kitchen and opened the pressure cooker. There were spare ribs stewing inside.

"Come, let's eat a little together, just as a way to reminisce about our childhood."

Zhou Ze suddenly felt a little unreal,

A millionaire psychology expert stewed a pot of spare ribs at home and was overjoyed. This scene always felt a little wrong.

Even, Zhou Ze felt a little nauseous and nauseated in his chest.

"I won't eat it."

Zhou Ze subconsciously took a few steps back, retreating from the kitchen.

Wang Ke was concentrating on mixing the dipping sauce, and said, "Have some with your brother."

"You can eat it yourself." Zhou Ze still refused, his eyes scanning the pressure cooker and the spare ribs constantly tumbling in the pot from time to time.

"Don't be polite, this is the meat I carefully selected, the taste must be very good." Wang Ke continued to invite.

"Where's your wife?" Zhou Ze asked.

Wang Ke's hand holding the plate suddenly trembled, his expression a little unnatural,

But he still said: "She went to get her hair done."

"Oh." Zhou Ze remained noncommittal.

Then, Zhou Ze glanced at the pressure cooker again.

The nausea and nausea in his chest seemed to be intensifying.

"Honey, you're cooking meat soup again." At this time, a woman's voice came from the entrance.

Zhou Ze turned his head and saw her, and suddenly felt a sense of relief in his heart.

I was overthinking it.

"Yeah, this is just my hobby." Wang Ke said with a smile.

The woman walked to Zhou Ze's side and said a little helplessly: "It's unbelievable, right? The psychology master's hobby is to find some free time to cook a pot of meat soup for himself, even if he can't eat it at all, he still enjoys this sense of satisfaction."

"It's okay." Zhou Ze pursed his lips, "The conditions were not good when I was a child, so I'm fulfilling my dream when I grow up."

"Come, have a bowl."

Wang Ke scooped a bowl of soup, sprinkled minced garlic and chopped green onions on it, and also dripped two drops of sesame oil and added some white pepper.

Zhou Ze picked up the soup, hesitating whether to force himself to drink some,

But suddenly noticed that,

The woman standing next to him,

She was walking on tiptoes,

One step, two steps, three steps,

She walked to the pressure cooker, helping Wang Ke scoop soup, and at the same time instructing:

"Eat more, don't waste it."