In the lecture hall of Geumhae University, a special psychology lecture is being held.

The keynote speaker of this psychology lecture was not a few old psychology professors from Geumhae University, nor a research scholar hired from outside the university, but a mysterious psychology research scholar.

That is, the medium.

Jun Chengzong wore a suit and leather shoes, and talked eloquently in the lecture hall of Jinhai University, if it weren't for the fact that the content he taught was far from people's ordinary cognition, he might really be regarded as a returnee scholar who had returned from his studies.

"Spiritual Response Therapy, or SRT for short, is a complete and comprehensive set of spiritual healing methods created by Robert, an American mystical psychology researcher."

"This therapy seeks to identify negative and discordant energies through the client's subconscious and spiritual memories, which can be released, and then spiritually, emotionally and spiritually healed with positive energies to achieve balance and harmony in the mind, body and spirit, and help them find their true selves."

Jun Chengzong clicked the mouse twice, and the slide switched to a few photos that looked a little old.

"Most of the modern psychic mediums are based on traditional psychic methods, supplemented by spirit response therapy, to provide psychic help to those who are troubled by mysterious spirits from various levels such as body and mind, and then hand them over to the clergy of nearby churches to exorcise spirits, so as to achieve the purpose of getting rid of the troubles of mysterious spirits."

The projection on the slide shows a foreign boy who looks no more than twenty years old, restrained by ropes in a chair, struggling as if desperately trying to break free, his facial expression contorted with pain to the point where he is barely human.

If there is one thing to describe the boy on the slide at this time, it is the evil spirit burned by the fire of hell in the church fresco.

"In the forties of the last century, there was a series of horrific serial burglaries in Los Angeles, USA, where the murderer sneaked into the room of the apartment in the third block at night, shot the male in the room, killed the woman and the child and dismembered them, and when the police arrived at the scene of the crime, only blood stains and mutilated corpses were left all over the floor."

"And this thing." As he spoke, Jun Chengzong raised his hand and clicked on the slide, and switched to the next photo on the big screen.

An inverted pentagram smeared with blood on the wall of the crime scene.

"In Western perception, the pentagram represents the pentagram god and is also a symbol of human beings, but the inverted pentagram means spiritual downward, that is, hell." When Jun Chengzong said these things, the corners of his mouth trembled obviously, as if he remembered something that made him feel uncomfortable.

Then, Jun Chengzong cut the slide back to the previous one, and cut to the unadult-looking boy in the previous one.

Jun Chengzong picked up the laser pointer on the table, and the red light spot pointed at the young man on the big screen: "The initiator of all these tragedies is this young man who is less than twenty-one years old, and because of the appearance of the upside-down pentagram, he is also known as the 'chief disciple of the devil' from all walks of life in the United States." ”

"The U.S. police investigated the teenager's file, but did not find any history related to the cult, so the FBI approached us and asked the psychic medium to diagnose his psychic memories, trying to rule out the possibility of the existence of some occult powers......"

Jun Chengzong on the podium talked eloquently, but the audience, who was originally listening to the lecture quietly, couldn't help but hear an extremely discordant voice.

"Ridiculous! It's just nonsense! ”

As soon as this voice came out, the students who were originally listening attentively to Jun Chengzong's lecture in the audience immediately focused their attention on the boy who spoke.

"There are no ghosts and gods in this world, and there are no mysterious psychology research scholars, in my opinion, you are at best a sanctimonious and deceitful god!" The boy stood up abruptly and said impassionedly and indignantly to Jun Chengzong on the stage.

Originally, there was a large number of people who were opposed to the occult, especially on such an academic university campus.

Many students who came to listen to Jun Chengzong's lecture were not interested in the occult, but wanted to come and see the fun, in Jun Chengzong's lecture, in fact, many students had begun to feel some feelings about the occult, but to this boy such a fuss, the lecture hall suddenly exploded.

A short-haired girl lowered her voice and said to her friend: "I feel that what he said also has a lot of ambiguous things, could it be that he is here to cheat money?" ”

The other man with glasses, who was sitting relatively far forward and had been taking notes, helped his glasses and took the opportunity to ask Jun Chengzong on the stage: "Teacher Jun, have you really seen ghosts when you were a spirit medium, and have you encountered any danger?" ”

In fact, there were students from the student union who maintained order at the scene, but the lectures they were in charge of before did not encounter this situation at all, not to mention that the vice president of the student union who led the team today was a girl, plus she was not strong enough, so she was dumbfounded all of a sudden, and the order of the scene fell into chaos for a while.

The boy who spoke before snorted coldly, glanced at Jun Chengzong on the podium with great disdain, and raised his feet to walk out.

However, just as the boy was about to turn around and leave, Jun Chengzong, who had not spoken, spoke.

"Please stay." Jun Chengzong's voice passed through the microphone and immediately spread throughout the lecture hall, and this energetic voice suddenly suppressed the sound of the scene.

The vice president of the student union also took this opportunity to adjust his state, and commanded his ministers and officials to regain control of the order on the scene, and the lecture hall returned to normal.

And the boy was also stunned, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Jun Chengzong on the podium.

Jun Chengzong was not only not a little angry in the face of the boy who had just criticized him, but also showed a little joy: "This classmate, a person who is a scholar, must not be a monopoly, and there needs to be different views and opinions to collide, only in this way can we ensure that our research will not be biased." ”

"I appreciate your courage to question authority just now, but at the same time, I also hope that we can have a more in-depth discussion, rather than superficial questioning, or even ......" Jun Chengzong paused, raised his hand and touched the string of mirror-like dice on his left wrist, "Personal attack, are you right?" ”

The boy didn't speak, he stood in the aisle between the two rows of seats in the lecture hall, and asked Jun Chengzong to say this, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while.

Jun Chengzong didn't want to embarrass the boy, so he changed the conversation and said to him: "In this way, no matter what you say, it is too subjective, it is better for you to come to the stage and I will prove it to you." ”

As soon as he heard Jun Chengzong's words, it was as if a red-hot iron fiber had been plunged into the water floating with ice cubes, which made the students, who had finally calmed down, suddenly boil again.

Even the vice president of the student union, who was sitting on the side of the podium and ready to control the scene at any time, felt a little incredulous, and couldn't help but look at Jun Chengzong, who was calm and calm on the podium: "Teacher Jun, are you serious?" ”