After two days of hiding, a new patient came to the door. Star Swirl had always found it strange that this little-known clinic was constantly welcoming patients.

And each patient seems to point to a different energy event, who is behind this?

On the sofa in the consultation room sat a thin middle-aged woman, her hand holding the hand of the boy next to her, and she never let go during the conversation.

"Ms. Cheng, was your son exposed to any external stimulation or pressure before he developed these symptoms?" Mr. X asked.

The woman's lips twitched, and she spoke with great difficulty about what happened two years ago: "Junjun's grandmother passed away two years ago, and Junjun was really sad at that time because he was brought up by his grandmother. But it didn't get to the point of autism, until ......"

The woman's face turned a little pale, and she continued, "Until one stormy night, when my father and I came home from work, we didn't see Junjun, and we searched all the places he could, but we couldn't find it. ”

Mr. X listened intently to the woman's speech, glancing at the boy beside her, who did not react when his mother mentioned his deceased grandmother.

"We couldn't find Junjun all night, and then we called the police. As a result, the next day, the police found Junjun in a deserted school on the outskirts of the city. After the woman finished speaking, she looked at Mr. X.

"Abandoned schools?" Mr. X asked, "Tell me more about it." ”

"It seems that it was originally a private middle school, but when I heard that something happened to the school, it was closed, and all the students of that year were arranged to transfer to another school. It didn't take long for the school to fall into disuse. The woman replied.

"Where was Junjun at the school when he was found?" Mr. X asked.

"In an abandoned well behind the school building, because of the heavy rain overnight, the water in the well almost flooded Junjun, and the well had already been filled, only a meter deep."

"After Junjun was rescued, did he say why he went there?" Mr. X looked at the boy next to him again.

"We still don't know what happened that day, because Junjun doesn't want to tell us at all." The woman sighed and tightened her grip on the child's hand.

"The child must have experienced something that day that caused him to have a communication barrier with others later." Mr. X said, "You have to find the crux of the problem before you can get the right solution." ”

"The police transferred the surveillance to show us that Junjun was on the outskirts of the city by bus, and the possibility of being abducted was very small. As for what happened in the abandoned school, we always wanted to know. ”

"Try hypnotherapy," Mr. X said, "and maybe get the answer you're looking for." ”

"Hypnosis? There are no side effects, right? The woman asked nervously.

"Most people have a misconception about hypnotherapy, which is not the same as being manipulated, but just to let the patient relax, relieve stress, and confide in some innermost words when they feel that they are safe." Mr. X patiently explained.

The woman nodded as if she didn't understand: "Then can I ask to be with me throughout the treatment?" ”

"Of course, but you can't make a sound, so as not to disturb the patient." Mr. X replied.

The boy lay down on the sofa very obediently, closed his eyes, and heard Mr. X's deep voice in his ears: "Now start to imagine that you are sleeping on the bed in your bedroom, and it is quiet around you......"

At the end of Star Swirl's familiar remarks, the boy's breathing evens out, as if he had fallen asleep.

Mr. X glanced at the boy's mother, and she nodded firmly, motioning for Mr. X to continue.

"Junjun, you are on the No. 12 bus at the moment, can you tell me where the destination is?" Mr. X asked.

"It's Nishikawa Middle School." Junjun's voice echoed clearly in the room, and a look of surprise appeared in the woman's eyes.

"Very good, you came all the way to Xichuan Middle School, what appeared in front of you?" Mr. X continues to guide.

"I saw abandoned gates, classrooms littered with garbage, and ...... A well. ”

"You're standing by the well at this time, and when you look inside, what do you see?"

As soon as Mr. X said this, the boy suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the couch abruptly.

"Hold him down!" Mr. X realized that something was wrong, and took out the blue pendant around his neck and shook it twice in front of the boy's eyes.

The boy, who had been quiet and shy, suddenly seemed to be a different person, not only breaking away from the woman's hand with all his might, but also cutting her skin with his nails. It looked like a frightened wild cat.

"What's going on?" The woman felt helpless at her out-of-control son.

The pendant in Mr. X's hand emitted a faint golden light, and the boy's gaze was immediately attracted and gradually calmed down.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and said with some dissatisfaction: "Isn't it to relieve stress?" Why did it irritate him? ”

"It's not very common, which shows that the child is very sensitive to the keywords I mentioned." In the face of the woman's doubts, Mr. X seemed very calm.

"You mean...... The dry well? The woman asked in a whisper.

Mr. X noticed that after the hypnosis, the boy apparently had a clear reaction to the word "dry well", at which point his eyes widened and his face was full of horror.

"I suggest you get here today," Mr. X looked at Star Swirl lying on the bay window, "Psychotherapy needs to be gradual, and you may not see noticeable results at a time." ”

The woman frowned a little displeased: "I have been doing it for a long time, but there is no result." ”

"Come back in two days." Mr. X said lightly, and stopped raising his eyes to look at the two of them after speaking.

"What other famous doctors, I think it's all rumors." The woman angrily pulls the boy towards the door, and Star Swirl thinks they won't come again.

The footsteps in front of the door faded away, and Mr. X asked, "The energy lock is not responding?" ”

Star Swirl nodded, "We're stuck in the road, what are we going to do next?" ”

"Let's go to Xichuan Middle School." Mr. X gets up and puts on his coat and pats his backpack, and Star Swirl consciously slips inside.

Along the way, Star Swirl looks out the window at the increasingly deserted streetscape and mutters, "Why would a private school be built in such a remote location?" ”

"Private schools, which often lack the support of certain institutions in City K, make sense to choose a low-cost plot of land to build the school." Mr. X replied.

"Students studying here should have no choice but to live on campus, and I used to leave home when I was in college." Star Swirl said and remembered the false identities and backgrounds, and felt a little sad in her heart.