Chapter 06: Forbidden Hypnosis (Conspiracy)

Liang Zhe seemed to hear a calling sound by his ear, sometimes gentle, sometimes urgent, and his breathing followed a rhythm of slow and tense.

No, it should be like that

The night is already very deep

The fist-sized wound resembled a funnel, with blood slowly flowing from it, forming a viscous thread in mid-air that fell onto the sweater

Liang Zhe nodded: "Tomorrow at 9 o'clock, I hope you can come over with Tan Wei. With you by my side, things will surely go much more smoothly"

Liang Zhe smiled and said, "I know, so I would like to ask for your help"

Liang Zhe was physically and mentally exhausted; he needed to release his burdens

He felt invigorated, his body filled with strength, and at the same time, the few strands of silver hair that had just begun to appear on his head quickly turned black again

First consultation, based on reality

Liang Zhe's voice was weak and feeble, and his expression was unusually despondent, as if he had just suffered a defeat in battle

Liang Zhe took a deep breath, pressing his index finger firmly against his nostril, his eyes fixed intently on the information on the paper without blinking, while his mind rapidly whirled, capturing Tan Wei's actions and expressions, as well as any potential clues that might have been overlooked

Mother raised her head, and a pair of wise eyes behind her reading glasses fixed their gaze on Liang Zhe, as if she could see deep into his heart

Liang Zhe: "You must be Tan Wei's father"

A glimmer of surprise passed through the middle-aged man's eyes: "So, are you saying that Weiwei's illness... really has hope?"

The middle-aged man suddenly burst into laughter: "Hahaha, Dr. Liang is right. I will definitely arrive on time at 9 o'clock tomorrow to do what I need to do"

This is a sorrowful father

Blood gushed forth, warm, humid, and the *illustration* slid down Liang Zhe's throat along the corner of his mouth

The middle-aged man's arm accidentally brushed against Liang Zhe's coffee cup, causing it to topple over on the table with a loud "bang"

Second consultation, focusing on dreams

The garden, destroyed by hail; the boy appears in a dream, running out of the garden together; the convenience store, in deep slumber; the source of the Black River, beneath a waterfall, a deep pool, a red snake; at fourteen and a half, the boy in the dream is attacked and killed by the red snake; the boy in the dream transforms, tracking and monitoring; the pocket woman, her gaze a black hole, begins a chase and escape

After a simple breakfast, Liang Zhe arrived at the clinic. He enjoyed the feeling of being here, as it allowed him to immerse himself completely.

Neurasthenia, satisfaction and realization; sleepwalking, self-harm; he—the source of trauma; the continuation of dreams; six months of dreams equals two months of reality

He seems to have forgotten that dream

The middle-aged man hurriedly turned to Liang Zhe while speaking, pulling out a tissue to help Liang Zhe wipe his clothes

A somewhat chilling thought suddenly flashed through Liang Zhe's mind

Even if a person tells you in person, you will never truly know their real thoughts

Liang Zhe pulled out a chair and sat down, casually asking.

What exactly is wrong...

Liang Zhe kept talking to himself

Liang Zhe fixed his gaze on the middle-aged man and said, "This is my job, it is only right."

A middle-aged man is sitting across the table

Blood flowed out, drop by drop, along the index finger, and pooled in the palm.

The café is bustling with people, each person wearing a smile, as if they all live in a state of happiness

The originally red sweater has become even redder, resembling a freshly bloomed peony

The mother suddenly clenched her palm tightly, directing her fist downwards towards the sweater

The study door was opened and then closed again, as Liang Zhe moved like a nimble spirit cat, making not a sound.

Liang Zhe licked his lips, leaped up from the bed, stretched lazily, and felt invigorated

The busy birds of dawn awakened Liang Zhe

Liang Zhe handed his business card to the middle-aged man and smiled, saying, "Trust me, I will provide you with a satisfactory response tomorrow"

The middle-aged man said while putting Liang Zhe's business card into his jacket pocket: "Then I won't take up your time any longer, see you tomorrow"

Finally, here is the family information narrated by Tan Wei

Mother, I am back

Liang Zhe seemed not to have heard, lowering his head and beginning to eat.

Liang Zhe was frantically sucking, blood coursing through his internal organs, rapidly circulating within his body, nourishing his withering body and withered spirit

In his dreams, he heard various calls, yet he could not see their faces. The voices came from the depths of thick fog, from the apex of the heavens, and from the depths of hell

With a sharp sound, two pointed fangs emerged from the corners of his mouth, and he bared his teeth, his expression terrifying

Liang Zhe returned home utterly exhausted, not even knowing how long the journey had taken.

Upon pushing open the door, I saw the dishes covered with plastic wrap on the table, as well as my mother on the sofa, knitting with her reading glasses on.

Liang Zhe sat in the café for a while before heading home

Something seems off

Liang Zhe nodded and smiled, saying "See you tomorrow"

Liang Zhe walked towards the study while speaking, holding a tray.

An arm reached towards his mouth, and Liang Zhe bit down without hesitation

As usual, please deliver it to him later

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Liang Zhe suddenly stood up. He began to pace back and forth in the room, his expression unusually grave

The middle-aged man froze in mid-air, his expression somewhat awkward as he stared at Liang Zhe. However, he quickly broke into a smile, straightened his posture, and looked directly into Liang Zhe's eyes, his voice becoming much louder: "Doctor Liang, you are truly humorous. I entrust Weiwei to you, and I feel at ease."

The middle-aged man took a sip of coffee, smacked his lips, and suddenly looked up at Liang Zhe: "Dr. Liang, Weiwei is definitely not mentally ill..."

Open the curtains and face the morning sun

The mother on the sofa lowered her head, her eyes behind the reading glasses not moving at all, yet the speed of her knitting noticeably slowed down. Suddenly, her wrist trembled, and the pin in her hand lost control, piercing her index finger.

Liang Zhe suddenly pushed his chair back, stood up, and faced the middle-aged man, smiling as he said: "It's nothing, I've been wearing this outfit for quite a while, and I was just looking for a reason to wash it. You've actually done me a favor."

This is a war of one person, and it is also a war that cannot afford to fail

This room clearly accommodates three individuals, yet why is it that not a single breath can be felt

This has never happened before

Liang Zhe muttered to himself while shaking his head and pacing back and forth, and the speed of https://m.hetushu.com became increasingly rapid

Suddenly, he was taken aback, and he was horrified to realize that he had begun to question his own judgment.

Liang Zhe's palms were sweating on the steering wheel, and his forehead was also perspiring

Middle-aged man: "Hmm, you are Liang... what was it again... you see, my old brain..."

His back began to itch again, and Liang Zhe furrowed his brows, twisting his shoulders back and forth, attempting to rub his back against the cushion

The middle-aged man wore a bitter smile at the corners of his mouth, his expression filled with sorrow. As he raised his eyes to look at Liang Zhe, deep furrows appeared on his forehead.

Alternatively, he simply does not want to remember it

Mother turned her head slightly, glancing at the tightly closed door of the study, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible fear

I will go keep him company

Coffee spilled all over Liang Zhe.

The relationship with my father is very good, my mother passed away early, and I have no siblings

The middle-aged man, with a beaming smile, hurriedly stood up and bent down, as if to show respect to Liang Zhe, intending to receive Liang Zhe's business card with both hands

Come and eat, the food is still warm

The middle-aged man looked at Liang Zhe and asked in doubt, "Help?"

The spacious room was silent, so quiet that it felt unreal

Dreams are a release of the soul

Liang Zhe's gaze became sharp, and his expression turned serious

Oh dear... you see my clumsy hands... I truly apologize...

Liang Zhe sat back in his seat, propped up his arms, supported his chin, and stroked the wings of his nose with his index finger, when a sentence suddenly leaped into his mind

Regarding the change in attitude of the middle-aged man, Liang Zhe felt no surprise at all. He continued to smile and said, "Everyone is the same; we are all just doing what we ought to do with the *illustration*."

In his dreams, there is only himself

The rain outside has not ceased, pouring down like the sound of blood flowing through the esophagus

Liang Zhe shook his head, knowing that he had many tasks to accomplish today

Before conducting the actual verification, Liang Zhe needs to meet with someone first

Afternoon, coffee shop

Liang Zhe has already fallen asleep, immersed in his own dreams. This time, in his dreams, there is no Tan Wei, nor his aging father and mother, and certainly not the woman who haunts his thoughts.

Liang Zhe has commenced today's plan

Liang Zhe organized all the key information previously recorded in his notebook

Throughout the journey, Liang Zhe appeared somewhat distracted. The truth was on the verge of being revealed, yet he felt as if the situation was becoming increasingly unmanageable.

It is impossible, absolutely impossible

Tan Wei's hypnotherapy is imminent, and Liang Zhe cannot afford the slightest negligence; he must make all necessary preparations for tomorrow's hypnosis.

Where is Dad

Middle-aged man: "Yes, yes, yes! Dr. Liang, you have truly worked hard; Weiwei's illness... sigh..."

First, it is the integration of the information from the previous consultations

Liang Zhe dared not think any further; he knew that without evidence, all reasoning was merely his own conjecture

Liang Zhe laughed wildly in his dream, emitting a "gurgling" sound from deep within his throat

This is the long-lost taste of blood, as sweet as honey

Liang Zhe smiled and said, "My name is Liang Zhe, and I am Tan Wei's psychologist"

After quickly eating half, Liang Zhe suddenly stood up, placed the tray that had been set aside on the table, and arranged several dishes.