Zhang Zhe stuck out his tongue and asked seriously: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore, tell me, what are you doing here as a family?"
Fang Shuangshuang took a look at the group of people, thought about it, and then said to Zhang Zhe: "I will explain it to you in detail in the future. For now, don't worry about it. Send someone to send them all back."
There was a young man in the crowd who looked slightly mature. Hearing what Fang Shuang said, he leaned close to his ear and asked: "Send someone to send us back? Who are you? It feels so amazing."
Fang Shuang twitched the corner of his mouth: "You'd better not ask any more questions. Knowing too much is not good for you." He was about to ask Zhang Zhe to send someone to send them back, but something suddenly occurred to him and he quickly stopped them.
"Hey, wait." Seeing those people turning around and looking at him with doubtful eyes, Fang Shuang said again: "Let me ask you a question, do you believe there are ghosts in this world?"
The group of people looked at each other, and they looked at each other with clear contempt for each other in their eyes.
Most people in the crowd said that there could be no ghosts in the world. After all, this is a society ruled by law.
Fang Shuang listened, shrugged, and asked, "Hey, do you all know each other?"
Someone shook his head: "Looking at those people staring at each other, who knows who?"
As soon as this was said, some people echoed it.
Fang Shuang asked about their family backgrounds again. They came from all walks of life and had no connection at all.
Fang Shuang couldn't help but frowned.
Seeing Fang Shuang frowning and thinking deeply, Wanzhuang called Zhang Zhe and sent someone to send the group back.
Everyone left, Zhang Zhe also left, and for a while, only the two of them were left.
Wanzhuang also frowned and asked naturally: "I think these people should be ordinary residents. As for what happened last night, they were probably taken advantage of, right?"
Wanzhuang's tone was affirmative, but what she said was a question.
After Jing Wanzhuang said this, Fang Shuang also said: "When you put it like this, I think they are indeed being used. I'm afraid even the Xuan Sect doesn't know how many people have been used in this way."
However, as he was about to finish his words, Fang Shuang felt a sharp pain in his heart, which made him faint.
Wanzhuang was frightened. It would be too far to go back, so she had to take him to Zhang Zhe's office of Xuanpai.
Because Xuan Sect had a lot of affairs in the past, Zhang Zhe always had no time to go home and stay in the office, so there was a bed in his office.
Zhang Zhang looked at Wanzhuang struggling to help Fang Shuang in. He was stunned and quickly went over to help: "What's going on? Weren't you all fine just now?"
Wanzhuang frowned tightly and opened her mouth, not knowing what to say to him.
After a long while, he said: "Let's help him lie down first. This is his inner demon, and there's nothing I can do about it."
Zhang Zhe then settled Fang Shuang, took a breath, and asked again: "Did you just say that Fang Shuang has inner demons?"
Wanzhuang nodded: "Not long ago, he entered his own dream due to obsession. Lao Scar and I originally thought about letting him let it go, but we didn't expect that it had the opposite effect. Instead, the obsession turned into resentment and directly became a inner demon. .”
Zhang Zhe frowned when he heard this: "Too much obsession? I see that he is very carefree all day long, how can he be obsessed?"
Wanzhuang originally wanted to elaborate, but then she remembered that their memories had been altered and they could not remember Yanling, so she finally shut up.
After a long time, Wanzhuang said: "Forget it, no matter how much we talk, we are just talking. Only if he is willing to give up his own demons, he will not be trapped by his own demons."
Zhang Zhe saw that Wanzhuang didn't want to say more, so he didn't ask any more questions.
Fang Shuang didn't wake up until it got dark.
"Why am I here?" Fang Shuang asked in a daze when he woke up and saw Zhang Zhe's usual desk.
Seeing that he was awake, Wanzhuang hurriedly greeted him.
"You're finally awake."
Fang Shuang rubbed his temples: "Oh, forget it, I know why."
Wan Zhuang frowned and said to him seriously: "Fang Shuang, do you think this is really good?"
Fang Shuang was stunned for a moment, with some sadness in his eyes: "Isn't this bad? At least I remember her."
"There are many different ways to remember a person. Why did you choose this one?" Wan Zhuang was a little confused and suddenly felt that the Fang Shuang in front of her had changed after experiencing so many things.
Fang Shuang gave a wry smile: "Isn't this a bad way? It's like making up for my debt to her, and she asks for it from me." After a pause, he added: "And my heart hurts from time to time, which also makes me cautious. Remember, I owe her everything in this life."
Wanzhuang frowned and watched Fang Shuang say such a thing, feeling mixed in her heart. After a long time, she said: "No, you don't owe her anything. It's me who owes her."
After saying that, she got up and walked outside. When she reached the door, she stopped, tilted her head slightly and said to Fang Shuang, who was still lying on the bed inside: "Let's go, it's time to go back. I didn't tell Lao Scar that we I haven’t been back for so long, Lao Scar should be worried.”
After saying that, Fang Shuang didn't move, and she was forbidden to go out. However, the words she just said kept echoing in Fang Shuang's ears, "It's me who owes her." Not only did she feel that she had spoken too harshly, .
Indeed, if we really count it out, Wanzhuang does owe her, and she owes her life.
But he didn't mean that, so he quickly put on his shoes and followed him out.
Around seven or eight o'clock in the evening, Wanzhuang and Fang Shuang returned to their residence one after another.
Lao Scar looked at it, and none of the people who came back said anything. The atmosphere was not weird. He didn't know what happened between the two of them, but he didn't ask any more questions. He asked directly to Fang Shuang: "Why are you back now? Yes. Didn't something happen?"
Chapter 504: Admit that you are sick
Fang Shuang didn't shake his head or nod, and followed Lao Scar to sit down on the sofa and said, "I was going to come back yesterday, but I met some puppets on the way and was delayed all night."
Lao Scar frowned: "Meet a puppet? What's going on?"
"I don't know what to tell you. Last night Wanzhuang and I walked into the alley and were suddenly surrounded by those puppets. It wasn't until this morning that they suddenly realized and woke up, and we were able to escape."
Lao Scar didn't understand: "Wait a minute, what do you mean they suddenly realized it this morning?"
Fang Shuang added: "You may not believe it, but those puppets are ordinary residents living nearby. They have different family backgrounds and have no connection at all."
Lao Scar obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't question it, and then asked: "It's a human, it's impossible, right?"
Wanzhuang also came out at this time and said: "Indeed, I have always found it strange that puppets are not uncommon, but most of them use dead corpses as puppets, such as driving corpses in Western Hunan. But using living people as puppets is really It’s unheard of.”
When Fang Shuang heard Wanzhuang say this, he seemed to suddenly remember, and he asked unexpectedly: "What if those people are not puppets made by ghosts?"
Wanzhuang was stunned: "What?"
Lao Scar was also confused after hearing what Fang Shuang said.
Fang Shuang said carefully: "What I mean is that there is a way to use dead corpses as puppets. People can't also use dead corpses to make puppets, right?"
Lao Scar suddenly realized: "What do you mean..."
But before Lao Scar finished speaking, Fang Shuang took over: "Yes, it's hypnosis. I've mentioned it before."
But Wanzhuang hadn't realized what the relationship between hypnosis and puppets was, and she looked at the two people in front of her with a puzzled expression.
Seeing her like this, Fang Shuang didn't say much, picked up the phone and made an appointment with a psychiatrist.
"Let's go and see a doctor." After hanging up the phone, Fang Shuang greeted the two of them and said so.
Lao Scar and Wanzhuang followed him to a small mental illness clinic.
There were not many nurses inside, and there weren't many patients either, so as soon as Fang Shuang and the others entered, a nurse came up to ask.
"Hello, may I ask who you are..."
The words were enough, and the nurse looked at them with doubtful eyes.
Lao Scar stepped forward with a serious look on his face and said, "Hello, we brought my brother to see a doctor."
As soon as Lao Scar finished speaking, Fang Shuang became angry and said in a displeased manner as if he was joking: "I've said it several times, I'm not sick."
Lao Scar rolled his eyes at him and didn't say anything to him. He just asked the nurse to take him in.
The nurse looked Fang Shuang carefully up and down, and said softly: "Sir, let's go, follow me in." The moment he turned around, Fang Shuang saw a trace of regret flashing in the nurse's eyes.
The nurse may be thinking: Tsk, a pretty young man is fine, but he is mentally ill.
Fang Shuang couldn't help but feel that it was a bit of a loss for him to come up with this method.
Finally, Fang Shuang followed the nurse to the consultation room, where sat a man wearing a white doctor's coat. He looked to be in his late twenties and early thirties, and he looked pretty passable.
The man was looking at his mobile phone, and he didn't know what he was looking at. He had a wanton smile on his face. When he saw someone, he stopped the smile. He smiled at the corner of the latter's mouth and said happily: "Hello, my name is Yang Qijia is a psychiatrist."
While they were talking, the nurse had already gone out, and Wanzhuang also came in. She said she was worried and asked Lao Scar to wait outside.
Fang Shuang felt that he had to do enough to put on a show, so after listening to Yang Qijia's words, he said coldly: "I'm not sick."
Yang Qijia couldn't help but find it funny: "The young man is not sick, so why would he come to my place?"
Fang Shuang curled his lips: "It's not them yet. Unless they say I'm sick, I can't resist them, so I just follow them."
Hearing this, Yang Qijia looked at Wanzhuang.
Wanzhuang then said: "Hello, Dr. Yang, I am his sister."
Yang Qijia nodded politely and stopped asking Fang Shuang. Instead, she asked Wanzhuang: "What symptoms does your brother have? Or is there any weird behavior?"
Wanzhuang didn't react at first. After a few blinks, she reacted and said, "Weird behavior? Don't tell me, it's true."
Yang Qijia became interested: "Oh? Miss, please tell me."
"Don't believe it when I tell you. My brother would run out by himself at night. When we found him the next day, he didn't know what he was getting out of. He stayed like this for several days in a row."
Yang Qijia listened, but he couldn't tell what the expression in his eyes meant. After a long time, he said: "So, it should be intermittent amnesia."
Wanzhuang quickly shook her head: "No, no, no, if it was intermittent amnesia, we wouldn't come to you."
With that said, Wanzhuang began to make up a story seriously.
Wanzhuang told Yang Qijia that starting almost half a month ago, Fang Shuang would go out at night to grab other people's things, dig through trash cans, sleep in garbage dumps, and even scare others. However, As soon as morning comes, he will wake up and have no idea what he did last night and no memory at all.
Yang Qijia listened. Although there wasn't a lot of weirdness, it still sounded a little unnatural. After all, Fang Shuang was a living person. If it was like what Wanzhuang said, he would run out to dig through trash cans and sleep in garbage dumps in the middle of the night. , it really looks like a bit of a mental illness.
But Wanzhuang's story hadn't been finished yet. Yang Qijia frowned and thought, and she continued: "And that's not all. If we hadn't discovered it early a few nights ago, he might have strangled himself to death."
Yang Qijia raised an eyebrow: "Brother Ling is seriously ill!"
Fang Shuang twitched his eyes and said coldly: "I said I'm not sick, what do you mean?"
Yang Qijia showed a gentle smile, looked at him and said softly: "Sir, please don't be angry first. The most important thing is to stabilize your own emotions, otherwise I will think you have irritability."
Fang Shuang then shut up.
Yang Qijia asked Wanzhuang again: "Miss, I want to ask you again, has your brother offended anyone?"
Before Wanzhuang could speak, Fang Shuang said, "Why do you ask this?"
Yang Qijia put away the gentleness on her face and asked coldly: "You are not here to see a doctor, are you?"
Fang Shuang was stunned: "Why are you asking this? My sister brought me here for treatment. Don't waste my sister's money."
"Yeah! Now I admit that I am sick!"
Fang Shuang suddenly twitched his eyes, thinking back on what he had just said, it seemed that he had indeed admitted that he was sick.
Chapter 505 Pig Brain
He didn't know what to say for a moment, so he kept his mouth shut, feeling very uncomfortable.
When Wan Zhuang heard Fang Shuang's words, she wanted to laugh but she held it back. After a long time, she told Fang Shuang not to interrupt, and she said to the doctor: "Doctor Yang, why do you suddenly ask like this?"
Yang Qijia didn't say much: "No, no, I just asked out of the blue. Look, didn't he admit that he was sick when I asked him?"
Wanzhuang couldn't hold back her laughter this time. It took her a long time to hold back the smile on her lips, and continued to ask the doctor: "Doctor Yang think my brother's symptoms..."
Wanzhuang's words are enough.
Yang Qijia also became serious, frowned, looked at Fang Shuang, and said after a long time: "I think your brother is not mentally ill, but hypnotized."
When Fang Shuang heard this, he suddenly raised his eyes and looked at Yang Qijia.
Hypnosis, this doctor is smart, he brought the topic to their focus without him having to say anything.
But after saying that, Yang Qijia looked at Fang Shuang with a half-smile and said, "Sir, are you really here to see a doctor?"
Fang Shuang glanced at Wan Zhuang and knew that she couldn't pretend anymore, so she said with a serious face: "You are very smart. We are not here to see a doctor."
Yang Qijia became interested: "I see, you two came to me for hypnosis, right."
Fang Shuang nodded: "Indeed, we have encountered a few people who were hypnotized recently and want to investigate clearly. I heard that psychiatrists have some knowledge about hypnosis."
Yang Qijia smiled: "I do have some research on hypnosis, but the research is not thorough. One is psychological suggestion hypnosis. This kind of hypnosis is generally used to treat some mental diseases. And the other is using psychological suggestion. Coupled with a method using drugs, one can achieve 100% control over people.”
Fang Shuang was stunned. If what Yang Qijia said was true, then the puppet they met last night should be ordinary residents who were 100% controlled by psychological suggestion and drugs.
But he looked into Yang Qijia's eyes as if he suddenly remembered something, and asked: "The second method you just mentioned, which uses psychological suggestion and drugs, can you control many people at once?"
Yang Qijia looked at him with unclear eyes and distanced himself: "I'm afraid you came to me to set up a hypnosis team or something."
Fang Shuang was also stunned when he heard this.
The doctor suddenly said this. Fang Shuang was a little confused about his approach and what he wanted to do, so he just watched his next move quietly with his eyes.
Sure enough, before Fang Shuang could say anything, the doctor continued: "Actually, I have taken over this kind of business, but the price is a bit high. It depends on what you think."
Fang Shuang's mind was racing as he listened to his words. He had just said, "I took over this business." Does that mean that he and others controlled the puppet last night?
Fang Shuang wasn't sure, but he had already asked for it, so he had no choice but to follow the trend, stand up, stretched out his hand to him, and said slowly: "Then I wish us a happy cooperation. But our cooperation must be kept confidential. So please ask your psychological clinic to close down for a few days. Don’t worry, I will compensate you for all losses. The fees during the cooperation period will not be less, or even doubled."
When Yang Qijia heard this, she immediately agreed and followed Fang Shuang and Wanzhuang out of the consultation room.
He also asked two nurses to take leave, saying he would notify them when he got to work.
Lao Scar, on the other hand, looked at the two people with a confused expression and asked, "What's going on?"
Fang Shuang directly pulled Lao Scar out and said, "Don't ask any more questions. I'll tell you when I get back."
Lao Scar shut up, and the three of them returned to their residence.
Because Wanzhuang was a ghost, Fang Shuang arranged for Wanzhuang to live in his own room, while Yang Qijia lived in Wanzhuang's previous room.
Yang Qijia looked at Fang Shuang's arrangement and stepped forward in confusion and asked: "What exactly are you planning to cooperate with me on? You don't want to put me under house arrest here, do you?"
Fang Shuang couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "Don't think too much, I just want to give you a safe place to live in this arrangement. I will discuss the specific cooperation with you tomorrow."
After saying that, Fang Shuang waved to Lao Scar and went elsewhere.
Only then did Lao Scar speak, and Fang Shuang asked: "What's going on with you? Did you go to see a doctor and bring a psychiatrist back?"
Fang Shuang glanced at Yang Qijia, who was admiring his new room, and turned to Lao Scar and said, "I'm indeed here to see a doctor. I just wanted to consult on hypnosis. I didn't expect this doctor to be quite wild."
Lao Scar raised his eyebrows: "Lu Ziye, how wild can he be?"
Fang Shuang added: "I didn't say anything. It was Wanzhuang who kept making up stories. He asked at first if we were here to see a doctor. I knew this person was not simple. To be honest, this doctor is indeed quite smart. .”
Lao Scar still didn't understand the underlying meaning of Fang Shuang's words: "Let's keep it this way. Please explain it clearly. I won't beat around the bush like you."
Fang Shuang couldn't help but roll his eyes at him: "I just said your brain is like a pig's. Originally, I just wanted to consult on hypnosis, but he was smart. Wanzhuang made up a story and asked me if I had offended something. People, say that my condition in Wanzhuang’s story is a kind of hypnosis, and it is also blessed by drugs.”
Lao Scar nodded thoughtfully: "Then what?"
"Then he said he'd take over the business."
Lao Scar was stunned: "Taking over this kind of business? What kind of business?"
Fang Shuang said carefully: "He told me two hypnosis methods. One is psychological suggestion hypnosis, which is more suitable for treating mental illness, but the other is what I just mentioned, using psychological suggestion hypnosis. With the blessing of drugs, this method can achieve 100% control over people."
After a pause, he added: "And I asked him if this method can control many people at the same time? The answer he gave me was to ask me if I wanted to set up a hypnosis team, so I followed the trend. Got him back.”
Lao Scar twitched his eyes: "Why did you bring him back? It's troublesome and a waste of money."
Fang Shuang slapped him on the forehead, frowned and said, "Let's just say your brain is a pig's brain. Didn't you listen just now? He said he had taken over the order in this area, does that mean So the puppet Wanzhuang and I met last night was controlled by him in cooperation with others? Don’t you think about it? "
Only then did Lao Scar suddenly realize: "Oh~ I understand, I understand." Then he smiled and touched his head sheepishly.
Chapter 506: Only seen once
In this way, we just stayed at the residence for a day. Because of Yang Qijia's presence, Wanzhuang Fangshuang and the others didn't have much interaction. They each did their own things. When the time was almost up, they each slept in their own places.
It wasn't until early the next morning, after Fang Shuang washed up, that he woke everyone up one by one.
Yang Qijia might not have gotten up so early, so he was not in a good mood, but Fang Shuang was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he took the group directly to Xuan Sect.
On the way, Yang Qijia looked at the scenery outside the car and wondered what kind of medicine Fang Shuang was selling in his gourd. He punched Fang Shuang's arm and said, "Hey, what on earth do you do?"
Fang Shuang was stunned, not knowing why he asked so suddenly, and looked at him with doubtful eyes.
Yang Qijia then smiled "hehe" and whispered into his ear: "I got up to go to the bathroom last night and heard you talking on the phone in the room."
Fang Shuang then remembered that last night, he called Zhang Zhe and told him everything from the puppet to the doctor, and told Zhang Zhe that he would bring the doctor to Xuanpai today.
Fang Shuang thought this way. He thought it was very late last night and everyone had gone to bed. Unexpectedly, he got up to go to the toilet.
But he didn't think about hiding it. Since Yang Qijia found out, he said directly: "I didn't expect you to find out. It's very embarrassing!"
Yang Qijia smiled: "No, no, how could it be embarrassing? Are you asking me to cooperate to investigate something else?"
Fang Shuang nodded: "We are indeed investigating something, but you don't need to know too much. We will pay you. You just need to cooperate with us."
Yang Qijia did not object and just asked: "Then the cooperation fee you told me yesterday about doubling the cooperation fee still counts?"
"Naturally, we won't lie to others."
In this way, there was no words all the way. Zhang Zhe had been waiting for a long time when he came to Xuanpai.
As soon as he saw Fang Shuang, he took Fang Shuang away and signaled Lao Scar and Wanzhuang to bring the doctor to his office.
Fang Shuang was a little stunned by Zhang Zhe's actions. Looking at Wanzhuang and the others' retreating figures, he couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing? You want to take advantage of me while I'm not around."
Zhang Zhe rolled his eyes at him, hit him on the shoulder playfully, and said, "Can you be more serious? Today we are talking about business."
Fang Shuang smiled "hehe": "Okay, okay. Tell me, what business do you want from me?"
Zhang Zhe then asked: "Yesterday when I saw a group of you standing at the door of Xuan Sect, why didn't you tell me?"
Fang Shuang said calmly: "It's a very important matter, and I'm not sure. After I found this psychiatrist, I thought about it a lot before calling you. Okay, let's go to the office and ask the doctor. He might be able to tell you. Can I ask anything?"
Zhang Zhangzhe wanted to say something more, but Fang Shuang took his hand and walked directly to his office.
When the two arrived at the office, Wanzhuang and the others had been waiting for a long time.
Yang Qijia sat politely opposite the desk. When she saw Zhang Zhe and the others coming in, she turned around and smiled, looking very gentlemanly.
Zhang Zhe's first impression of Yang Qijia was very good, but this time he was not responsible for asking, he was just responsible for coming and watching, so Fang Shuang sat directly opposite Yang Qijia and smiled at him: "Let's start, I need to ask you I have a few questions and I hope you can cooperate.”
Yang Qijia responded with a smile, and his every move and gesture showed that he had a good tutor.
After all, they had communicated in advance, so Fang Shuang said to him with familiarity: "Brother, do you know the Xuan Sect?"
Yang Qijia frowned: "Xuan Sect?" After thinking about it, his eyes suddenly became unbelievable: "It can't be a cult, right? I don't do anything illegal."
When Fang Shuang heard this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Brother, you are overthinking. Also, if we are a cult, and you just said that, aren't you afraid that we will forcefully brainwash you or something?"
Yang Qijia also laughed: "Of course I'm joking."
Fang Shuang also smiled along with him, and then became serious: "Okay, since I am asking you to cooperate, then I will be honest with you." After a pause, he added: "The thing is like this, the day before yesterday In the evening, when a colleague and I were returning to our apartment, we passed by an alley and were besieged by puppets. It wasn't until the next morning, the morning when we found you, that group of puppets woke up as if they were waking up from a big dream. I came over and asked them, they are all ordinary residents nearby, they have no contact with each other, and they don’t remember what happened last night or how they got here.”
At this point, Fang Shuang deliberately stopped talking.
Yang Qijia listened and frowned tightly: "Puppets? Aren't puppets usually dead bodies? Why are there still people who use living people as puppets?"
"That's why I went to your psychology clinic and asked you about hypnosis."
Yang Qijia suddenly realized: "You mean, what you asked me about hypnosis yesterday was all about investigating this matter."
Fang Shuang nodded: "Yes, I remember you told me yesterday that there is a method in hypnosis. With the addition of psychological suggestion and drugs, you can control people 100%."
Yang Qijia responded and followed the words: "This method can indeed provide 100% control, and it can control many people at the same time. I remember that a few years ago, a person came to me for cooperation, saying that he wanted to set up a hypnosis team. It was also from that time that I started to take on this kind of business. When you want to investigate, will you be related to that person?"
The topic he asked unintentionally cheered up Fang Shuang. He thought about it and asked sideways: "It's very risky to do this kind of hypnosis business. If you're not careful, you might even go to jail. How about you?" Why would you take this kind of business?"
Yang Qijia sighed, as if she was embarrassed to say it, and said after a long time: "You don't know something! This kind of business makes more money than usual psychological treatment for patients. In the past few years, I owed money to my wife for medical treatment. There’s nothing I can do about my debt.”
"It seems that Xiongtai is a person with stories. Forget it, I won't poke your sorrow. Brother, do you still remember who the person who asked you to cooperate with you in the hypnosis team was a few years ago?"
Yang Qijia frowned and shook his head: "I don't remember, it all happened a few years ago, and when we first cooperated a few years ago, we didn't contact him again after I met him once. I also put this matter aside." Things gradually faded away. How could I remember someone I only met once a few years ago?"
Fang Shuang said: "That's right, but it's very important for us that you think about it carefully."
Only then did Yang Qijia recall it in detail. After a long time, he still said helplessly: "No matter what you ask me to think, I can't remember it. I have to take my time on this matter."
Chapter 507 I feel uncomfortable
Fang Shuang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed: "According to what you said, you must not remember what he looks like."
Yang Qijia nodded: "I just said that I met him once when we cooperated in the early years, and we have never seen him again since then. Moreover, he seemed to be very cautious at the time and was not willing to let me see his face, so I have too many facial features. I don’t remember it very clearly, after all, I owed a lot of debt at the time, and I just made money when I had money, so I couldn’t care about that much.”
Fang Shuang felt a little helpless, as if the clues he had finally found suddenly stopped here, and he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
At the end, Fang Shuang seemed to suddenly remember, and asked Yang Qijia: "By the way, do you remember who the people you hypnotized are?"
Yang Qijia immediately said: "I remember this, they are all passers-by and some patients coming to see the doctor."
Fang Shuang raised his eyebrows and wanted to ask something else, but Yang Qijia explained it himself: "Those people are all contacts accumulated a long time ago. If you ask more questions, I won't know."
Fang Shuang frowned at him jokingly and said, "Brother Yang is a bit out of touch with what he said. Although we are asking questions, we still have a cooperative relationship. Just be friends, don't be so unfamiliar."
Yang Qijia smiled: "Hahaha, it seems you are a familiar person."
As he said that, Fang Shuang also smiled. After a long time, he asked intentionally or unintentionally: "How did you hypnotize those people? You talk about psychological suggestions. I can understand the patients, but the psychological suggestions of passers-by are a bit confusing to me. .”
Yang Qijia then said seriously: "Psychological suggestion is very simple. The patient will naturally listen to the doctor, so it should be relatively simple for the patient. As for passers-by, just put something suggestive where they can see it every day. .”
Fang Shuang raised an eyebrow: "What about the medicine?"
Yang Qijia smiled: "I am naturally responsible for the patient's medications and psychological suggestions. As for passers-by, I only help them provide them with suggestions and drugs. The person who asks me to cooperate is responsible for the rest."
Fang Shuang fell into deep thought. According to Yang Qijia, the person who cooperated with him should have a great background or strong power.
But Fang Shuang couldn't figure out why that person did this?
Time passed by, and the sun had already risen in the sky. Zhang Zhe sent people to send Yang Qijia back, and also gave him money, saying that they would come to him again.
At the end, Zhang Zhe came to Fang Shuang with a pained expression on his face and almost gritted his teeth and said, "Why the hell didn't you tell me it was double the price!"
Fang Shuang deliberately pretended not to know and asked innocently: "What double the price?"
Zhang Zhe was even more stunned: "Don't you know? That person named Yang can't deliberately defraud me of my money?"
Zhang Zhe suddenly felt that his IQ had been destroyed. He was about to go to his man named Yang to pay back the money, when he saw Fang Shuang running away laughing.
Zhang Zhe hates that iron cannot become steel: "Fang Shuang!"
That’s money, the red RMB! His heart ached, and when he thought about it, he wanted to ask Fang Shuang to pay back the money.
Finally, Fang Shuang returned to Ke's residence. Lao Scar and the others had been waiting at home for a long time because they came back early.
But as soon as Fang Shuang returned, he didn't say anything to them. He just sat on the sofa, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed.
Lao Scar walked in and sat next to him: "What's wrong? Why are you sighing?"
Fang Shuang sighed again and then said: "The clue is broken, I feel bad."
Lao Scar was puzzled: "Didn't Yang Qijia tell you everything that needs to be said? Isn't there anything useful?"
Fang Shuang opened his mouth: "That's not to say there is nothing useful. According to Yang Qijia, the person who worked with him in the past few years should be the person behind the puppet this time, but Yang Qijia doesn't remember who that person is, and he doesn't Remember some special facial features, so we only know that that person has a relatively strong family background or strong power. Otherwise, if a stranger is given the blessing of psychological suggestions and drugs without knowing each other, then It’s not something ordinary people can do.”
Lao Scar added: "Okay, you can rest assured. It's good to know these clues. If you do a rough investigation, you should be able to have a specific scope of investigation."
Fang Shuang shook his head.
Suddenly, Fang Shuang felt a pain in his chest, the expression on his face gradually became ferocious, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
Lao Scar looked at it and stepped forward with a confused look on his face: "No, what's wrong with you?"
But after he finished speaking, he knew it and quickly took out the yellow talisman from his arms.
He knew that Fang Shuang's obsession had turned into an inner demon, and even a small movement or trivial matter could trigger his inner demon.
Lao Scar couldn't help but frown, looking at Fang Shuang's face gradually turning pale, he didn't know what to say for a moment.
She just frowned tightly and looked at him for a long time before saying, "Let me help you get rid of this inner demon."
Fang Shuang opened his eyes suddenly and looked at him in shock: "No, I don't want it!"
Lao Scar was helpless: "Is this what you said you didn't want? Think about it for yourself, how many times has this happened since the accident? Have you ever thought that one day you will be tortured by this inner demon and go crazy? ?”
Fang Shuang closed his eyes and said resolutely: "No, even if I go crazy, I will not get rid of this inner demon. I owe her this."
Lao Scar was suddenly confused: "No? What do you owe her?"
Fang Shuang couldn't explain why.
Yeah, what does he owe her? If he was asked to say it specifically, he really didn't know. But he just felt that he owed her all his life. If it weren't for him, she might be fine now.
Thinking of this, Fang Shuang felt even more sad. He really wanted to become more free and easy, but he couldn't. As long as Yan Ling was involved, he would become unreasonable. Although he sometimes controlled it, he still felt that , he couldn't control his mind about her.
In the end, Lao Scar was helpless, so he turned around and used the blood as a guide to add ink and draw talisman, and finally stuffed a stack of yellow talismans to him.
Seeing him reaching out to take it, Old Scar said: "From now on when the inner demon attacks your heart, you can burn this yellow talisman and mix it with water to drink."
Fang Shuang was stunned for a moment, and finally said: "Thank you."
After that, things got back on track. White Lotus Sect, puppets, hypnosis, Zhang Yulong, Fang Shuang didn't know if these things could be connected one by one, but he just felt that all of them, no matter the process, No matter what, the ending must be closely related to Zhang Yulong.
Fang Shuang also fell into deep thought. According to what Lao Scar said, perhaps by doing a rough investigation, they would have a specific scope of investigation.
