Under the cover of the night, Cui Ze walked alone, everything went smoothly today, but Yang Xuan's mind was locked, and his nerves suffered a little loss, and then he couldn't use hypnosis skills anymore.

But it's cool to think about it, he has successfully made a preliminary psychological hint to Yang Xuan, although this soul lock seed may not be able to take root and sprout, but at least it can be regarded as a successful guide to Yang Xuan's subconscious, so that he can self-suggest, after waking up, he will always wonder if he really doesn't lift it, and then maybe he really doesn't lift it. Psychological suggestion is very wonderful, and there have been cases in the medical field where a healthy person has been misdiagnosed with cancer, and then the autosuggestion has really become a cancer life, and there have also been miracles in which the cancer patient has autosuggestion and does not get cancer, and the cancer really disappears.

He took advantage of Li Xiaoyan, so he did something for Li Xiaoyan, maybe it was also for other women not to be ruined by Yang Xuan.

He rubbed his temples and hurried to Taoyuan Road, his father couldn't afford it, and he had to pay a lot of medical expenses every day, this kind of surgery can only be done in big cities such as the imperial capital and the magic capital, and the operation fee is also sky-high, he must end this matter as soon as possible, bring Yang Xuan and the others to justice, and get the medical expenses and compensation as soon as possible.

Of course, he could hypnotize a random person on the side of the road, and then have someone obediently go to the ATM and withdraw all the money from him, relying on this method, he can easily get a lot of money before he is discovered, enough for his father to have surgery. However, he always adhered to the belief that if he did this, he would not be qualified to conduct a moral judgment on a scumbag like Yang Xuan, and he would not have the face to meet his father. Heaven gave him a mysterious inheritance of psychology to make a difference, and he did not rely on it to go down the wrong path.

As long as the video can prove that Yang Xuan deliberately reversed and ran over his father, and then walked away, this can become the key evidence of Yang Xuan's intentional homicide. In addition, he had already taken videos and recorded the sound of his hypnosis of Xue Huaiming and Yang Xuan, and Yang Xuan was in a catastrophe at all.

The next day, after taking care of his father, he hurriedly had some dinner, and rushed to the Taoyuan Road to see if there was a chance to get the surveillance video.

Near the entrance of the Chunjiang Flower Garden Community on Taoyuan Road is a small park, where many older people take a walk in the evening.

Leaning against the side of the road is a long pavilion, where many old people chat, and some people sit and play chess, which is very leisurely.

Although the weather is a little hot, but not to sweat profusely, Cui Ze has already entered the Chunjiang Garden to inspect it, No. 327 has no lights, probably Xue Huaiming's mistress is out, he learned his mistress's license plate number from Xue Huaiming, so he found a place to squat in the roadside pavilion in the small park, just to see the movement at the entrance of the community.

This side is almost the end of the long pavilion, so it is relatively clean, not far away two old men sit and talk to each other, at first Cui Ze will sweep a few glances from time to time, but gradually, his eyes look at that side more and more often.

These two old men are very unusual, they are both sixty or seventy years old, one is elegant and handsome, at first glance he is a well-educated person, and the other is black-faced and powerful, and at first glance he once held authority. Neither of them looked like ordinary people, and it was a little strange that there were also chess players nearby, and there were always bystanders scattered around, and no one bothered the two old men here.

After Cui Ze noticed this situation, he paid attention for a while, judging from the movements and expressions of the people nearby, it was not unwelcome to these two old men, why didn't they come to watch the battle, it was strange.

While paying attention to the movement at the entrance of the Chunjiang Flower Garden Community, he paid attention to the chess game of the two old men. He has also been obsessed with Go for a while, so he can naturally understand the chess game.

But the more he looked, the more he was staggered, that elegant old man's chess style was not at all like his image, but killing, pressing step by step, opening and closing, and even a bit like he was deliberately provoking. In some places, you can be smarter, but you deliberately do some provocative actions, in the words of LOL, it's a prodigal goods, and it's funny.

The black-faced old man had a lion's nose and a wide mouth, not angry and arrogant, but his gray hair weakened his heroic spirit, and he looked slightly decayed, looking at his burly body, his face was a little thin, and his black face was a little sallow, as if he was sick, and the illness was not light. Although his chess style is unrestrained, he always feels that the key areas are less decisive and courageous, more indecisive, and even dull and unenterprising. There is a feeling that there is more than enough and not enough power, so it can be said that I am absent-minded.

A desperately shouting and provocative comic, a chivalrous man with a masked face, is engaged in a strange game.

Cui Ze was thoughtful, observing the elegant old man's expression, it seemed that this old man was playing chess so funny, this was deliberate, and he was deliberately stimulating the black-faced old man.

He also reminisced about the black-faced old man playing chess, it seemed that there was some flowing water, peaks and peaks, deep skills, and hidden killing opportunities in the plain, but playing and playing, the killing machine became weaker and weaker, and he became a slaughtered person, it seems that the old man's mind is not on playing chess, but through this dull and masochistic way of playing chess, he is hinting at something to the elegant old man.

Interesting, really interesting, Cui Ze came to the spirit, he felt that observing these two old people was very inspiring for him to ponder and comprehend the inheritance of psychology, so he observed and experienced it attentively.

"Lao Li, why do you have to be like this, maybe everything will turn around?" The elegant old man suddenly raised his head and spoke, said softly, and did not say much, leaving a son, no longer as aggressive as before.

Cui Ze suddenly understood that this elegant old man was deliberately forcing the black-faced old man to show some energy, but the black-faced old man had been a little dead and depressed for some reason, and this kind of dead and depressed Tang was wrapped in his calm and resolute face.

Could it be that this black-faced old man has encountered some difficulties that he can't overcome? Or, is it a terminal illness?

Cui Ze, who was born in medicine, suddenly took a serious look at the black-faced old man, in addition to being emaciated, the old man's face was slightly swollen, and his mental state was also very bad, presumably suffering from long-term pain.

Combined with the previous ones, he basically concluded that the old man had cancer, and it was still terminally ill.

The black-faced old man shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Back then, when I led the troops to fight, the bullets rained down, and if thousands of thieves were idle, I wouldn't frown." But now this enemy is in my body, what can I do with them? I don't want to fight this unequal war. ”

"Haha, Lao Li, you can't say that, if you don't fight, then leave it to the doctor to fight! No matter what, as long as there is a little chance of victory, you can't miss it, you have led troops to fight, right? The elegant old man continued to play chess.

"It's just a waste of time, a waste of money. For the sake of me, an old man, there is a lot of trouble, and the house is restless, so I should go early to save the juniors. ”

Cui Ze nodded secretly, he probably guessed that this black-faced old man had already sprouted his will to die, and this elegant old man was persuading. The black-faced old man probably wanted to give up the treatment, and the elegant old man had been stimulating his survival**, but the black-faced old man was always depressed.

"Lao Li, Lao Li, the wind and waves didn't overturn you back then, but I didn't expect this illness to stump you. Haven't you become a deserter and a coward? ”

The black-faced old man laughed, grabbed a chess piece and threw it on the chessboard, took a sip of tea and said, "This is not called a deserter, I am not even afraid of death, how can I be afraid of this disease?" I gave up treatment and bent on death, who can say I'm a deserter? I've never been a deserter in my life. The last time I went to the dry rest house, an old guy said, Lao Li, you have been looking for doctors and medicines everywhere and even abroad, are you afraid of death? You see, that's what people say. What's more, there are old guys who say that I don't go to the stack because I want to continue to use my spare heat to take care of my children and grandchildren, it's a joke, this is slander! ”

The elegant old man sneered: "Yo, you gave up treatment and bent on death, but you became a warrior." Isn't it just a terminal illness, and I don't even have the courage and confidence to witness miracles, and I really don't know how to persuade you. ”

Cui Ze thought of his father, who was also bent on death, and didn't want to put the whole family in a desperate situation because of himself, he was suddenly a little sad, and couldn't help but stand up and say to the black-faced old man: "This grandfather, ruthless may not be a true hero, and a poor son may not be a husband." If you really think about your family, you shouldn't give up your life just for a little bit of your own will. Disregard for one's own life is not a warrior, but a sign of weakness. You may say that you are not afraid of death, but if you escape from the entanglement of illness, this is a kind of cowardice and become a deserter. Only if you truly face the disease head-on and fight to overcome it, then you are a true warrior. ”

When he said this, his feelings were sincere and heartfelt, no matter what the black-faced old man looked at him, he only knew how to express his heart.

The black-faced old man looked at Cui Ze with blazing eyes, and a murderous aura came to his face

, as if the old man was a beast that suddenly woke up from his slumber.

"Okay, that's a good point, Lao Li, you see, you're not as good as a doll from someone else." The elegant old man slapped his thigh, smiled proudly, and gave Cui Ze a thumbs up.

"Humph!" The black-faced old man snorted coldly, frowned and said, "What does your little doll know?" Terminal illness, do you know what a terminal illness is? I call the person who knows the times Junjie, understand? ”

Cui Ze smiled slightly and said eloquently: "Who said that a terminal illness must be hopeless? Let me tell you, there was a 47-year-old woman in the United Kingdom, Saul Picard, who was diagnosed with advanced** neck cancer, and the doctor determined that she would only live for 18 months at most. Feeling that there were not many days to live, they decided to quit their jobs and go on holiday with their husbands all over the UK, spend their money, and enjoy the rest of their lives, eating, drinking, and merrymaking. Unexpectedly, 18 months later, she went to the hospital again for a check-up, and she was told by the doctor that the cancer cells in her body had completely disappeared! You see, mentality determines everything, as long as we enjoy life easily and happily, life will not treat us badly. I'm not asking you to learn to eat, drink and have fun, but just so that you can face up to terminal illness, face it with a relaxed and happy mood, and enjoy life, maybe there will be miracles? ”

The black-faced old man was still a little dismissive at first, but gradually there was contemplation on his face, and it seemed that Cui Ze's words had a little effect. He sighed, "How easy it is to say! ”