The sleepiness was due to the fact that Meng Yuanhang was sedated with an injection.

Since last night, Meng Yuanhang has been in an unusually excited state, and he has an obvious tendency to attack others, if he is not given a sedative, he is afraid that he will turn this place upside down.

However, this is not Meng Yuanhang's biggest problem, the test report shows that there is an unknown black particle in his blood, which is rapidly devouring the white blood cells in his blood, and if this continues, Meng Yuanhang's immune system will collapse sooner or later.

Song Xinlu looked at Meng Yuanhang, although he knew that the other party's problem was not in his mind, but he still had to take it seriously.

He took out a pocket watch from his pocket, came to Meng Yuanhang's side, hung the pocket watch in front of him and said, "Now, please keep an eye on this watch." ”

When Meng Yuanhang saw the pocket watch, he smirked and said, "What age is this, you still use such an old-fashioned method to hypnotize." ”

"yes, who made me a psychiatrist."

Song Xinlu pinched the chain of the pocket watch and grabbed it in his hand little by little, and Meng Yuanhang's gaze gradually looked up.

"Doctor, are you mistaken, people hypnosis make the pocket watch swing from side to side, why do you pull it up and down?"

"Yes, maybe, but the direction of the swing doesn't matter."

"So what's important?"

"The most important thing is that it works."

Song Xinlu grabbed all the pocket watches in his hand, and suddenly smashed a fist on Meng Yuanhang's head.

Boom!

Meng Yuanhang's eyes went black directly and he fell unconscious.

it!

What is this hypnotic method?

It's too simple and crude, right?

Yang Ke was simply shocked, this Song Xinlu didn't seem to be seeing a doctor at all, but seemed to be taking the opportunity to vent.

Song Xinlu checked Meng Yuanhang's situation and saw that he was completely unconscious, so he no longer cared about him, but locked the office door, and then quickly sat back on the desk and chair.

He picked up the slanted mirror and stared into his own eyes in the mirror, smiling with extreme excitement.

"Finally, finally let me wait for you, today I must figure out who you really are."

What do you mean?

Could it be that Song Xinlu noticed him?

Yang Ke was taken aback when he saw that Song Xinlu's pupils in the mirror were quickly covered by complete black, and he immediately realized that he was exposed.

Not good!

Yang Ke was about to break away from empathy, but it was too late.

In just a moment, his consciousness went dark.

……

……

Soft light, elegant music.

By the marble fireplace, under the gorgeous crystal lamp, Yang Ke sat straight at the dining table in a suit and leather shoes, looking at the sirloin steak on the plate in front of him with an expectant face, expecting the delicious taste he was about to taste.

Every day at 6:30 p.m., it is Yang Ke's fixed dinner time, which is also the most enjoyable moment of his day.

The neat knives and forks, the silver candlesticks, and the goblets that are level with the food plate all show that Yang Ke attaches great importance to this dinner.

Yang Ke is not religious, so he did not pray before meals.

Tie the napkin neatly around your neck, hold a knife in your right hand and a fork in your left hand, then cut a small piece of steak from the plate, put it in your mouth, and chew it carefully.

Well, a look of satisfaction.

After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Yang Ke picked up the goblet on the side, and then shook it gently to let the fresh milk and sugar in the cup mix fully.

After about a dozen times of gentle shaking, Yang Ke closed his eyes, sniffed carefully, and was about to taste it slowly, when a doorbell suddenly rang, making the originally perfect atmosphere in the room disappear in an instant.

Yang Ke frowned slightly and ignored it, but he didn't expect the second doorbell to ring again.

This made him a little unhappy, who is so short-sighted?

Didn't the other party know that it was his meal time?

Yang Ke drank all the fresh milk in the cup, and then came to the door.

He opened the door and was slightly surprised to see the young man standing outside the door.

The boy's name was Song Xinlu, fifteen years old, and he was one of Yang Ke's patients.

Yang Ke remembers that his problem should be a conduct disorder.

Song Xinlu looked at his body suspiciously, and then looked at Yang Ke in a suit and leather shoes.

"Why are you a doctor and I am a patient?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, it's nothing, hello Dr. Yang."

Don't look at the young man who looks harmless to humans and animals at this time, just three months ago, he was a problem student on the edge of the law.

However, under Yang Ke's three-month psychological treatment, the rebellious figure of the past is basically gone.

"Is there something wrong?"

Song Xinlu's psychological treatment cycle ended yesterday, and according to the normal situation, the other party does not need to come over today.

Yang Ke looked at the other party's eyebrows stretched and his face full of spring, not like a recurrence of the disease, but as if he had encountered something good.

However, he is here in a psychological clinic, and if it is really a good thing, it seems that he should not be approached.

"Doctor Yang, I'm here today to say goodbye to you, and tomorrow I'm leaving here to go to a school in Ningcheng."

Song Xinlu spoke quickly, and seemed to be eager to share his joy with Yang Ke.

"Oh? Why did you suddenly decide to leave? Yang Ke took off the napkin around his neck and carefully wiped his mouth twice, while opening the door, "Come in and talk." ”

Song Xinlu walked into the house, walked to the sofa where he had been sitting for three months, and then kept looking at the whole room, as if he wanted to remember all the details here.

At this moment, he suddenly saw the tableware on the table, and most of the steaks left in the plate, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry Dr. Yang, I was in too much of a hurry when I came, and I forgot that this point is your meal time." ”

"It's okay, you can eat anytime."

Yang Ke returned to the table, looked at the steak on the plate, which was already a little cold, and sighed slightly.

Sirloin steak, which has lost its optimal temperature, is no longer at the peak of its taste, and can only be reduced to ordinary, which he can't accept.

"Xiao Song, have you had dinner?"

"Well, I did."

Yang Ke shook his head, secretly said a pity, and then emptied the steak on the plate into the trash.

Song Xinlu: "......"

Yang Ke sorted out the remaining tableware and put it into the kitchen, and during the whole process, the two did not have any other conversations, but Song Xinlu quickly eased his emotions from the embarrassment.

On the contrary, Yang Ke couldn't enjoy his own dinner, and he always felt uncomfortable.

"So, why did you decide to leave?"

After cleaning up the tableware, Yang Ke wiped his hands while sitting on the sofa opposite Song Xinlu and continued the topic just now.

"Dr. Yang, my mother saw that my illness was almost better, and she was worried that if I was still in the same place, there was a high chance of recurrence, so she wanted me to change the environment, maybe I could recover completely."

Song Xinlu seemed a little embarrassed when he talked about his situation, which made Yang Ke subconsciously think of the unruly momentum when he first came to his clinic, and even threatened that he dared to meddle in his affairs and wanted his life.

At the time, he exhibited persistent antisocial behavior, aggressive behavior, and oppositional disobedience at the same time, which is a classic conduct disorder and a very difficult case for most psychologists.

At first, Yang Ke didn't want to take this case, but the other party's parents were too persistent, so he couldn't shirk it, so he could only take it.

Because Song Xinlu's sense of opposition to himself was too strong at the beginning, the general psychological counseling methods were not applicable to him, so Yang Ke had to find another way, through several hypnosis treatments, first let him give up his hostility to himself, and then start the treatment of psychological rehabilitation.

Fortunately, the results of the treatment are not bad, and now Song Xinlu has completely detached himself from the shadow of the past and has a new look.

"Well, a change of environment is not bad for you, but you still have to remember that even in a new environment, you can't relax your requirements for yourself, and don't have too close contact with people who misbehave and misbehave, otherwise you will have a high chance of getting sick again."

Since the other party is his own patient, Yang Ke naturally does not want to see the other party's condition recur again, which will not be beneficial to Song Xinlu himself or his reputation.

"Don't worry, Dr. Yang, I will never forget everything you said."

After Song Xinlu finished speaking, he revealed eight white teeth, full of the youthful vitality of a young man.

Yang Ke nodded and said: "It's in good shape, I don't have anything more to say, go to the new environment and study hard, don't let your mother worry about it anymore." ”

"Got it," Song Xinlu was still smiling brightly, but his expression quickly changed, "Eh, Doctor Yang, can I use the toilet at your house, my stomach suddenly feels a little uncomfortable." ”

Yang Ke was a little speechless and said, "Go ahead." ”

Song Xinlu quickly entered the toilet, Yang Ke saw the other party's hot look, shook his head, picked up the newspaper next to him and read it.

In this newspaper, reports about Yang Ke took up the entire page.

"Hypnosis Master Yang Ke, the Biggest Breakthrough in the History of Psychology"

"Yang Ke's hypnotic ability, is it true or false"

"Science Today, Take You to the Truth Behind the High Success Rate of Yang Ke's Hypnosis"

……

Yang Ke was too lazy to look at these, and turned the page directly.

After Song Xinlu left Yang Ke's sight, he turned around and glanced at the latter coldly.

Hell, the identity of a psychiatrist should be him, why did he become a patient this time?

But it doesn't matter, as long as in this hypnotic world, the initiative is in his hands.

Seeing that the other party didn't notice him, Song Xinlu dodged and went into the kitchen.

After about a while, Yang Ke heard footsteps behind him, so he said, "It's okay, go back early, it's too late and it's not safe on the road." ”

"Well, I'll go." Song Xinlu walked out of the kitchen, staring at Yang Ke's back with a gloomy face, holding the mercury knife tightly and tightly, "Doctor Yang, do you remember what I said when I first came here?" ”

Yang Ke couldn't help but laugh and said, "How could I not remember, you said you wanted to kill me at that time." ”

"It's Dr. Yang, my memory is really powerful, and every time I think of that sentence now, I feel that I was really naïve at that time."

Yang Ke flipped the page of the newspaper, and then said: "Knowing that mistakes can be corrected, good is great...... Well. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and he subconsciously looked down and found a small knife shining with silver light, piercing from his back to his chest, bringing out a large patch of blood.

"That's right, I was really naïve at the time, and it was ridiculous that I didn't do what I said."

Song Xinlu's tone was cold, and the indescribable cruelty and pleasure on his face when he spoke, without the slightest image of a young man at the beginning.

Yang Ke felt a sharp pain in his chest, looked back in disbelief, and when he saw the other party's hideous expression clearly, his consciousness suddenly appeared in a trance.

Song Xinlu said excitedly: "Yang Ke, if you are killed in my hypnosis world, you will lose this memory, but I have already mastered everything about you, you got rid of Yang Pengfei with my hand seven years ago, and this time I will return it all to you." ”

Song Xinlu turned the mercury knife in Yang Ke's body, and he cried out in pain.

Yang Ke wanted to break free and distance himself from the other party, but Song Xinlu strangled his neck with one hand, making it difficult for him to exert his strength.

"When you wake up, you must remember to come to me for psychotherapy, and I will treat you well."

Blood kept pouring out of Yang Ke's wounds, and he could clearly feel the pain, but his expression unexpectedly became calm.

Song Xinlu behind him smiled more and more fiercely, and the blood on his chest completely soaked his clothes.

The knife was still flipping, Yang Ke slowly closed his eyes, and muttered: "It turns out that this is your ability, but it's a pity, this level of nightmare is nothing to me." ”