I killed the hypnotist
Jian An has been having strange, continuous dreams, in which her fiancé Yu Sitan, who died in a plane crash, constantly asks her for help, and leaves layers of clues, hoping that one day Jian An can find him; In reality, Jian An's psychotherapist Song Qinghe kept hypnotizing her, hoping to make her forget Yu Sitan, return to normal life, and return to her own side.
Song Qinghe is gentle and erudite, with delicate and powerful hands, can make soup, and can use a highlighter...... Draw a map on a white A4 piece of paper, and you can knock on Jian An's table and tell you carefully...... At the moment when Jian An deliberately planned to escape from control and never return all night, he suppressed his anger and lay quietly in her small bed waiting, most of his body was hidden in the dark, only his hair and side face were sunk into the moonlight by the pillow, and he slept very sweetly.
"I feel like you're controlling me." Jian An bit a small strand of hair and whispered.
"I just want to help you live happily." Song Qinghe looked at her, tilted his head, and smiled.
"Any idea why your hypnosis isn't working for me?" Jian An tore off the sturdy materials pasted on the hypnotic chair and threw them on the crackling hourglass timer on the side of the table.
Song Qinghe watched in surprise as she spread out her palm, and there was a blood-red inside that was pierced with his razor.
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