"Have I seen it? This is impossible."
Mao Xiang was very sure. This was the first time he had heard of psychological murder. He had never seen it before. As long as he has seen it, with his memory, it is impossible for him to forget such a special thing.
Han Du curled his lips and said lightly: "Children are afraid of fear. Some go crazy after being frightened, and some even die after being frightened. You should have heard of this, sir."
this!
Of course I have heard of it.
Mao Xiang not only heard about it, but also experienced it himself. When he was a child, he was also warned by his family elders not to look at things he shouldn't look at, and not to go out and run around at night, saying there were ghosts outside.
When he became an adult, Mao Xiang thought that his elders were trying to scare him, and he never cared about it. Didn't you expect that those warnings contained such profound meaning?
"Children are mentally fragile, oh, in the words of the older generation, they have incomplete souls. They are more easily frightened than adults. Once a child is frightened and cannot get out of the fright, then It is easy to scare yourself crazy, or even to death. This is why there are frightened children in the village, and parents have to do various things to help their children eliminate fright." Han Du gave an example.
Hearing this, Mao Xiang also understood. He himself had heard of the situation Han Du mentioned. It's just that I didn't pay much attention to these trivial things in the past. After all, how could he, a man who was determined to win a knighthood, care about something as ordinary as a rural parent trying to eliminate fear for his children?
But at the same time, Mao Xiang became more curious and asked, "Then how did she start?"
Han Du moved his body so that he could lean on the chair more comfortably. Explaining: "It's simple, she just has to make up a scary story."
"Is it that simple? You can kill people by making up a story?" Mao Xiang was surprised. This seemed too unbelievable to him. If you can kill someone by making up a story, doesn't it mean that all the storytellers who make up stories can kill people at will?
"Of course it's more than that." Han Du continued, "Making up a story is only the first step. She has to keep telling this story to His Highness Taisun so that His Highness Taisun will remember it completely."
As he spoke, Han Du glanced at Mao Xiang and saw that he was eager to know, so he continued to explain: "As long as His Highness Taisun remembers the story completely, when it is time to take action, she will lay out the key scenes in the story. , as long as His Highness Taisun can feel it, I can kill His Highness Taisun."
Finally, Han Du added, "This method looks amazing, but in fact, it depends on a bit of luck to succeed. Of course, the possibility of success in children is much greater than that in adults. After all, adults The human soul is stable, and it is easy to wake up after such an impact. Moreover, this method is useless for people who understand it, and can only attack people who do not understand it. "
I see.
This is only reasonable. If this method could really kill people at will by making up stories, wouldn't the world have been in chaos a long time ago? Mao Xiang pondered, digesting Han Du's words.
After explaining, Han Du looked straight at the female officer.
Said: "As the female officer of His Highness Taisun, you get along with His Highness Taisun day and night, and you have the opportunity to let His Highness Taisun remember the stories you made up. At the same time, you are responsible for His Highness Taisun's food and daily life, and you also have the opportunity to arrange the corresponding scenes."
The female officer looked at Han Du and her expression changed drastically. Every word Han Du said was like a heavy hammer, hitting her heart. Because even though she, like Mao Xiang, didn't understand what Han Du was talking about, psychological killing. But Han Du treated her behavior as if he had seen it with his own eyes.
"Hahaha." The female officer suddenly burst into wild laughter. This was also the first time she made a sound except for screaming repeatedly after being beaten.
"You are right, yes, I killed him this way. But I will not tell you how he died, never. I want his death to be unclear, so that you all Go to hell, go to hell, hahaha!"
"Madman, you madman!" Mao Xiang was furious. If you want to die, just die far away and find a quiet place. He doesn't want to die, not only does he not want to die, he also wants to become famous. As long as Mao Xiang wasn't covered in blood, he didn't care at all whether the female officer was dead or alive.
I didn't expect this woman to be so crazy, seeking death herself, and dragging him to die with her.
What hatred, what resentment!
"I'm just crazy. Even if I'm crazy, I'll be buried with you. It's worth it." The female officer fell into hysterical madness.
Mao Xiang stood up suddenly, came to the female officer, stretched out his hand and lifted the iron drill. "Aren't you going to compete with me in ruthlessness? I'm risking my life, but I also want you to live and die. Believe it or not, I'm going to poke your eyes out right now."
The female officer sneered and stared at Mao Xiang with wide eyes, as if she didn't think Mao Xiang dared to attack.
When Mao Xiang saw that he was so slighted by the female officer, he became angry and wanted to take action.
"Master Mao, please be slow." Han Du stopped Mao Xiang. Seeing Mao Xiang looking back at him angrily, Han Du explained: "Master Mao, now she is bent on seeking death. If you take action, wouldn't it be in line with her wishes? She is not crazy at all, she is very sober. , I was just deliberately irritating you."
Seeing that her purpose was discovered by Han Du, the female officer snorted coldly, the provocative expression on her face slowly faded away, and she stopped talking.
Only then did Mao Xiang react, and he was shocked. He didn't expect that he had almost fallen into the female officer's trick.
He casually put the iron drill back into the stove again, looked at the female officer with cold eyes and said: "Want to die? How can it be so easy? Isn't it too easy for you to let you die like this? I said However, if you reveal the person behind you, you will be happy. Otherwise, I will definitely let you know what it means to live but not to die."
After Mao Xiang finished speaking, he returned to the main seat and sat down, waiting for the female officer to speak.
Unfortunately, all he got in exchange was a mocking sneer from the female officer.
Mao Xiang was furious and suddenly slapped the long table with his hand. The shock caused various objects on the long table to jump up and fall down again.
"Torture, give me torture. Give me all your skills and let her try them all. If you don't believe me, she won't do it."
Seeing that someone was about to come up, Han Du said: "Wait, I have something else to ask her."
The few people who were about to step forward heard this and saw that Mao Xiang didn't express anything, so they returned to their original positions in confusion.
Mao Xiang turned to look at Han Du.
