When Tang Cen came out of the hypnotic world, it was already dark outside.

He exhaled heavily, and the fear of the second before he died was still vivid, making people's scalps tingle.

Fortunately, after coming back, he suddenly realized that all this was just Dr. Gu's treatment.

Tang Cen walked back to the bed and slowly lay down, the time displayed on his phone was a quarter past one in the morning.

He decided that he didn't want to do anything and that he would get some sleep first.

For the rest, wake up.

Tang Cen slept until noon.

The curtains were opened before going to bed, so the cool interior was filled with sunlight at the moment.

The young man was sleepy-eyed, his white arm was pulled out of the bed, and he touched the mobile phone on the bedside table.

"It's 12:05?"

Tang Cen muttered, slowly got up, leaned on the pillow, and stared at the time on the phone for a while.

He is a professional painter, and his daily work is to take orders and create.

Tang Cen has an account on Weibo with hundreds of thousands of followers.

He is also a well-known artist.

Usually, if you draw a large order, you will have an income of several thousand dollars. After the daily expenses are settled, there will be a surplus.

Everything seemed fine, but he was still depressed.

Tang Cen likes to draw and likes it very much, but when his hobby becomes a profession and he lives a life of non-stop manuscripts every day, he becomes more and more irritable.

Sometimes I feel that this loss of the original intention, what is the difference between shoddy production?

But life forced him to lower his head and bend his waist for five buckets of rice.

This emotion intensified, and almost as soon as Tang Cen closed his eyes, he was surrounded by a mess of irritating emotions.

At first, I had insomnia, but later, I was very resistant to seeing the brush.

In the end, he couldn't draw it.

psychological resistance made him begin to fear his original love.

For more than a month, Tang Cen did not take an order.

On social platforms, there was originally a sand sculpture Weibo every day, but it is gone.

Tang Cen was like evaporating from the world, only he knew that he was becoming more and more anxious, irritable to the point that his mentality almost collapsed.

Knowing that psychology professor Gu Yanbei was purely accidental.

But at the time.

Tang Cen urgently needed someone, pulled him out and saw the light again.

After finally making an appointment, Tang Cen started this treatment journey alone.

That's what happened next.

After the memory was retraced, Tang Cen was in a trance.

After experiencing the afternoon tea game in the castle, he woke up, he was indeed not as irritable as before, and his heart gradually calmed down.

But he thought of someone.

In the hypnosis world, that person died.

But Tang Cen thought that he must be the same as him, a person who was hypnotized by Dr. Gu.

So...... He's alive, in the real world.

Coming to this conclusion, Tang Cen was inexplicable and a little dizzy.

I remembered that person and said, if there is a next life, I will get to know it again......

Now like this...... Is it considered the next life?

Tang Cen was stunned for a moment, and then grabbed his hair irritably.

That fool, who wants to know him, hmph, and almost made him innocent!

He's a straight and straight little virgin who doesn't deceive, ahh

Tang Cen tried to get the man out of his mind and got out of bed to pack his luggage.

When I went out, I met a writer who was also about to leave.

They left in pairs, separately in the city center.

Tang Cen doesn't have the habit of reading WeChat, and he doesn't use social software to chat much.

It's been a day or two since he came out of the hypnosis world, and Tang Cen didn't find out that every day there would be a person in the WeChat group who simply took the wrong medicine every day.

Never absent from work.