He took the black notebook from upstairs and returned to the consultation room.
"Mr. Yan, are you ready?"
Yan Xiaoyu looked at Su Xing and nodded slightly.
Lin Lu, who was following Su Xing, floated towards the wheelchair according to Su Xing's instructions, and put on an expression that he thought was scary.
But the strange thing is that Yan Xiaoyu didn't react as if he couldn't see it. He just tilted his head and spoke in confusion.
"Dr. Su, what are you looking at? Do you have any questions?"
He couldn't see Lin Lu...
So if he could see that the strange thing was fake, then other things might hardly be true.
"No, it's nothing. Now that you're ready, let's get started."
He quickly stepped forward and took out a small flashlight from his pocket.
Tap the back, and the color of the light is a little different from that of an ordinary flashlight. It can be changed.
Finally, Su Xing adjusted the color of the light to warm yellow before stopping.
"You may feel a little uncomfortable later. Don't worry. This is normal. I need you to cooperate with my guidance and don't have any resistance in your heart."
In the profession of psychiatrists, there are actually very few people who know how to use hypnosis and can apply it to this level of proficiency like waking up. I won’t mention it elsewhere, but in Luoxia City, I’m afraid I can count on one hand the number of people who can seriously perform hypnosis. Come here.
"Now, focus on my palms."
Su Xing stood directly in front of Yan Xiaoyu, stretched out his left hand and faced him with his palm.
"Do you still remember that you said you foresaw the fire in your dream? I am carefully recalling the details of that night in my mind, recalling it carefully."
Yan Xiaoyu threw away all the distracting thoughts in her mind and followed Su Xing's instructions to recall every detail.
The future he saw in his dream was as real as if he had experienced it himself, so if he thought about it carefully, he could recall some of the details.
Warm yellow light occasionally lights up on both sides of the palm. The light is very soft and not dazzling at all.
Da da da da——
The second hand of the clock ticked, and the regular sound made Yan Xiaoyu feel drowsy.
I don't know who locked the air-conditioning in the room, but I felt that the air-conditioning in the room was quickly dissipating, and a feeling of summer heat gradually came up.
No, this is not the sweltering heat of summer, more like... someone set up a bonfire around, and the blazing flames are spreading heat waves around.
"Doctor Su... is on fire."
Yan Xiaoyu's eyes were blank and he muttered this sentence almost unconsciously.
Su Xing did not answer him, but stopped the shaking light and kept it on.
"Yan Xiaoyu, did you hear it? The sound of flames raging in the air."
Yan Xiaoyu's pupils dilated and her breathing gradually intensified, as if there was really a fire around her, and a fire was sweeping through this psychological clinic.
"There are still cries. Do you hear the cries in the flames?"
Su Xing continued to guide, and Yan Xiaoyu seemed to really hear something. His body kept trying to lean back, and he kept nodding in response to Su Xing's questions.
"Tell me whose voice that is."
The sounds from the outside gradually blurred in Yan Xiaoyu's ears, overlapping and unclear, and the palm in front of him turned into a black shadow, and his original appearance was gradually lost.
And the orange light seemed to be distorting in the haze, like a burning flame.
Whose voice? There is crying, who is speaking.
call--
I just felt another flame licking through the air, burning my skin and causing some pain.
The black shadow in front of him gradually became clearer, as if it were a door, and he was standing in front of that door.
"This is the door to my house. It's such a big smoke."
For a moment, Yan Xiaoyu forgot that he was actually undergoing hypnotherapy at the moment. He forgot that the person standing in front of him was Su Xing, and he forgot that he was actually in a psychological clinic.
All he knew was that there was a big fire at home, and his wife and children were inside, and he had to rescue them.
He hit the locked security door hard, again and again.
There were people running in the corridor, shouting and screaming.
"Damn it, the door is locked, open it, bastard, open it quickly!"
Although the door handle was as hot as a soldering iron due to the temperature there, it still tried to press it irrationally.
"It can't be opened. I can't open this door."
In the real world, Yan Xiaoyu in the wheelchair gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and kept shaking his body.
Seeing this, Su Xing frowned slightly and spoke softly.
"Don't worry, you should have the key in your pocket. Find it, open the door, and tell me, what did you see?"
Yan Xiaoyu's struggle became slightly smaller with his eyes half-opened.
"Fire, big fire, bedroom door, they are still alive, I have to go in..."
After saying this, he suddenly stopped all movements in the wheelchair. This sudden stagnation was a bit strange.
Seeing this, Su Xing hurriedly knelt down and waved his hand in front of his eyes. After making sure there was no response, he continued to ask.
"Yan Xiaoyu, did you see something? Tell me what happened to you."
The question was not answered. Instead, his clenched fists were now tightly clenched on the armrests of the wheelchair. The veins on the backs of his hands popped out and spread all the way into the cuffs of his shirt.
At this moment, his face was full of struggle, and his lips slowly moved and he spoke.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Su Xing was a little confused. He didn't understand who this suddenly extra you was.
Without thinking much, Yan Xiaoyu's voice continued to come.
"Why? Why are you doing this?!"
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he saw that some people in wheelchairs were already talking nonsense. Su Xing kept making guesses in his mind.
Was there anyone else in the fire? Wasn't the fire an accident?
When I looked through the basic information before, I saw that there was no sign of man-made activity in this fire, so it was most likely an accident, but...
No, no, no.
In fact, Yan Xiaoyu never had time to rush back from the beginning to the end, so returning to the fire scene in time was just an illusion constructed in his mind.
If this is the case, does it explain his subjective belief that the fire was not an accident, but man-made?
He wanted the murderer to pay the price, but he couldn't find that person, so he became paranoid.
This inference has a trace of rationality, but many things still cannot be explained.
"Yan Xiaoyu, tell me, who did you see? Can you describe his appearance?"
In the wheelchair, Yan Xiaoyu's expression kept struggling. He even bit his lip accidentally, and a trace of blood slowly flowed out.
"No, I can't see his face clearly. Why? Why can't I see clearly? No, don't do this! Come back and I'll kill you, you bastard!"
