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Chapter 492 Hypnosis Between Two Men

Finding a room for Zhu Wenliang, Simon picked him up horizontally, carefully placed him on the bed, and then covered him with a quilt.

After confirming that Zhu Wenliang was not awakened, Simon breathed a sigh of relief, moved a wooden chair and sat beside the bed, turned off the electric light on the ceiling, turned on the desk lamp next to him, and read the book by Zhu Wenliang with the weakest light source. Sun Tzu's Art of War is listed as a must-read book for mentally handicapped adults.

If it was normal, Zhu Wenliang would definitely kick him and tell him not to read with such a single and dim light source, but he probably wouldn't jump out of bed now.

Looking at the densely packed text on the page, Simon pinched his Jingming acupoint, feeling dizzy for a while.

He enjoys the feeling that knowledge slides through his head without leaving any leaves on his body, but it is a pity that Zhu Wenliang usually plugs the hole in his brain that leaks knowledge, otherwise his current Chinese cannot be used for daily communication. There is no problem at all, and I can't even tell the level of accent.

On the bed, Simon noticed that Zhu Wenliang's expression seemed to be a little painful, as if he had a nightmare, and his face was as hideous as if someone had just dropped a drop of freshly squeezed lemon juice into his mouth.

Simon didn't know what to do. Just as he was about to start reading the words from Sun Tzu's Art of War to relieve Zhu Wenliang's pain, there were some noises outside the door.

thump, thump, thump——

It seemed that someone was knocking on the door.

"Who?" Simon asked aloud. Now they are in a sheltered port, which is regarded as a hiding place of the Crouching Dragon Legion. In theory, only the core personnel can find it here.

"Mr. Simon, may I come in?"

This voice sounded very familiar to Simon, it was the fortune teller who pointed at Zhu Wenliang and said that his seal was black.

"Come in," Simon closed the book in his hand, watched the door of the room open, and the corridor lamp in the corridor shone in part of the faint blue light, spreading it on his face, "Keep your voice down when you come in, Close the door, someone is sleeping."

"Okay." The fortune teller walked into the room, then closed the door, and glanced at Zhu Wenliang lying on the bed, "Mr. Zhu... what's wrong?"

Simon explained: "It's something that people like me can't experience in this life, that is... overuse of the brain. He's just a little tired, just take a nap."

The fortune teller expressed understanding, "A few days ago, I seemed to have offended Mr. Zhu. I intended to apologize, but I didn't expect the timing to be so unlucky."

"It's okay, anyway, he didn't take it to heart. This kind of thing happens a lot. If you get angry every time, you might as well be a big turkey in your next life."

The fortune teller seemed to be amused, then turned to Simon and asked a question, "If you say you are a little tired, I have some opinions here."

I have no good solution, Simon is a little interested in this opinion put forward by the fortune teller, "What opinion?"

"Mr. Simon, do you know about... hypnosis?"

"Hypnosis? I'm familiar with this. I've seen many of them."

The fortune teller corrected him, "No, I'm not talking about the hypnosis you saw, but the real hypnosis method that can be used for psychotherapy."

"Go on."

The fortune teller pretended to take out a pocket watch from his pocket, "I believed in a saying in the early years, that is, the more skills you have, the better you can live, because you have more skills, no matter how many skills you have. There is capital for survival anytime and anywhere. So I have also learned some hypnosis techniques, which can help people relax their hearts."

Simon narrowed his eyes, "How many women have you attacked?"

"I didn't do anything. I'm still a child. If you don't believe me, you can check it."

"How to check this... Forget it, you'd better continue talking."

The fortune teller smiled slightly, "Anyway, if possible, I can use hypnosis to help Zhu Wenliang relax his mind. If he keeps his mind in this tense state all the time, it will not be a good idea for him. status?"

Simon doesn't really believe in this fortune teller, but Zhu Wenliang's current state still makes him a little worried.

what can we do about it……

His eyes lit up, and Simon immediately thought of a way, "Well, you hypnotized me first, let me see if your hypnosis is really real, if you learn it, teach me, and then How about letting me treat Zhu Wenliang?"

"That's... that's okay, but learning hypnosis doesn't happen overnight, are you mentally prepared?"

Hearing the word learning, Simon felt panicked, but since it was to relieve Zhu Wenliang's current tense state, he was still willing to work hard for it.

"Okay! Come on, hypnotize me first!"

The fortune teller nodded, and then took out a mahogany sword from his pocket.

"No... what are you doing? Where is the pocket watch? Why did you take out the mahogany sword? I remember that this thing is only used when exorcising ghosts?"

The fortune teller replied: "The pocket watch is just for checking the time, and the mahogany sword... I have learned some methods of exorcising ghosts before, and I got used to it naturally, sorry."

He took back the pocket watch and peach wood sword, and then moved a chair for himself, sat in front of Simon, and then stretched out his hand.

"Let me remind you first, Mr. Simon," said the fortune-teller, pushing the black sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, "When you find some strange things happening around you, it means that hypnosis has begun. As for the strange What it is, you have to find out for yourself.”

Simon nodded.

"One more thing," the fortune teller's voice was very soft and soft, and his hand seemed to be drawing a strange pattern in the air, attracting Simon's attention, "Death is not a good choice if you want to get out of hypnosis , if you really want to get out of hypnosis immediately, then I recommend you a very good way.

"That is, go find the light."

Snapped--

With a snap of his fingers, Simon blinked his eyes and asked the fortune teller sitting in front of him, "Uh...is it over?"

"It's over." The fortune teller smiled slightly, with a slightly embarrassed expression, "It seems that Mr. Simon has a physique that is not easy to be hypnotized. This is my negligence. After all, you are one of the seven evil people."

Simon narrowed his eyes, "Are you fucking kidding me, right? Go away, I still have some expectations for you, and now it's nothing but a bamboo basket."

"Uh...that's not how this sentence is used. But forget it, I wasted your time, I'm sorry, if Mr. Zhu Wenliang wakes up, please convey my apology, thank you very much."

"I see." Simon waved his hand.

It wasn't until the fortune teller walked out of the room that Simon leaned back on the chair and opened the book in his hand, "Oh, what a pity, I thought there was a solution."

His gaze was refocused between the lines in the book.

But... something strange.

Ok?
Simon closed the book and looked at the text on the surface of the book.

This book is not Sun Tzu's Art of War.

It's "C++: From Getting Started to Grave".

When was the book in my hand changed? !
Simon stood up subconsciously, and suddenly recalled what the fortune teller said just now in his mind.

"When you find that there are some strange things happening around you, it means that hypnosis has begun"

A drop of cold sweat rolled down his cheek.

hypnotize...

Already started!

(End of this chapter)