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Chapter 12 Hypnosis

Chapter 12 Hypnosis
Irina Monica wears a pair of black-framed glasses.

The top of the dark grey slim-fitting business suit was flared, and the white shirt that wrapped around the chest highlighted a pair of huge breasts. Under the business skirt was a pair of long beautiful legs, and the thin black stockings and exquisite high heels highlighted her perfect figure.

Irina, who is 177 cm tall, is sexy and mature. Although Roy has seen countless women, when this mature woman entered his field of vision, Roy, who was under drug attack, still had an abnormal reaction.

His brother tried to break free and break out of the cage.

"Hello, Officer Roy."

Irina held out her hand.

at the same time.

A fresh and elegant fragrance wafts into your nose.

The moment he shook hands with her, Roy's hormones surged as if he was electrocuted. Irina's white and slender hands were so different from the white women he had come into contact with before.

Her skin was smooth and delicate without a trace of hair. Irina's hands were as soft as those of an Asian woman. Even Isabella could not compare to them.

This aroma? There is a little explanation...

Roy grumbled in his heart.

Irina withdrew her hand:
"this way please."

Roy followed Irina into the inner room.

The room is decorated in a simple and elegant style. The dark colors give people an unparalleled sense of nobility. The old European sofa, the chandelier fireplace with a sense of age, and various antiques set off the luxury. In the center of the room stands a huge fully enclosed sofa.

Sexy Irina made a "please" gesture.

"Officer Roy, please lie down here."

Roy came to the fully enclosed sofa and sat down gently. Irina adjusted the angle of the sofa backrest, and Roy lay down diagonally with his feet off the ground.

Irina sat down gently beside Roy, crossed her legs facing him, and her black underwear was faintly visible.

She picked up a document that read:

Name: Roy von Weizsacker
Sex: Male
Age: 23
Birthday: 1977/8/18
Related information: ……

Irina Monica said softly:

"Roy von Weizsäcker."

"A German noble name."

Roy nodded slightly: "My father is German and my mother is Chinese."

Irina looked Roy straight in the eyes: "You are very handsome."

"Thank you."

"I've read your profile. You're an excellent person. You've only been on the job for 10 months, but you've already been granted two administrative leaves. Many police officers won't even get one in their lifetime."

"I encountered it, there is nothing I can do."

"Next, I will provide you with psychological counseling. You need to relax your body and mind. You must trust me completely and not have any resistance."

"I see."

Roy pretended to be dazed.

Irina whispered, "When you end a person's life with your own hands, do you feel guilty?"

Roy shook his head slightly: "No."

"Are you enjoying this feeling?"

"Kind of."

Irina frowned slightly: "Will killing people make you happy?"

"Yes."

"Roy, you are a monster."

"I don't think so."

"It seems you don't need psychological counseling."

"Maybe."

"Then let's move on to the next step."

"What part?"

"Have you ever been hypnotized?"

"No." Roy shook his head: "Does psychological counseling still require hypnosis?"

Irina gently placed her fiery red lips on Roy's earlobe, stimulating the nerves there with warmth. She whispered:
"I want to know your true thoughts deep down."

In an instant.

Roy's brother wanted to burst out.

Irina noticed something strange happening to Roy's body.

A blush appeared on her cheeks and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"it is good."

Irina gently raised her fair and slender hand:

"Look at my hands."

Roy looked at the tender hand hanging in front of him with his dazed eyes.

Irina squeezed it gently.

[Mental attack: Mental resistance +1]

A series of prompt sounds rang out, and Roy immediately pretended to be weak, confused, and his eyes were empty. He wanted to find out what this woman was up to. "What did you see?" Irina asked softly.

"God."

Irina gently stroked Roy's cheek with her hand:

"now what?"

"Angel."

"Very good, you have entered the state. Now please listen carefully to what I say. You are standing on an endless grassland, with the breeze caressing you, the fragrance filling your nose, the cattle and sheep running, and the person you are most looking forward to appears in front of you. Who is he?"

"Eileen."

"Who is Irene?"

"my little sister."

“Is your sister the most important person in your life?”

"Yes."

[Mental attack: Mental resistance +1]

"You work hard to make money, all for Irene?"

"Yes."

"Is there anyone else you care about?"

"Nothing."

"I'm Irene."

"what!"

Irina gently held Roy's hand.

Normally, Roy should have had strong hallucinations at this moment after taking LSD given by the CIA and Irina's hypnosis.

The scenes in the hallucinations were projected from the subconscious through the influence of Irina. No one, even an agent, could withstand the double attack of drugs and the mind.

But Roy is different, he has resistance.

And in this process, resistance is constantly increasing.

Therefore, Roy was not affected at all at this moment. As for the prairie, there was nothing there. Roy now had his eyes closed and everything in front of him was pitch black.

"Brother, would you lie to me?"

Irina held Roy's hand and rested her head on his chest. According to her understanding, what Roy should see at this moment was that Irene was lying next to him.

"Irene, I will not lie to you."

"Brother, why did you commit a crime?"

"I……"

"Why did you help those bad guys cover up their crimes?"

"I had to, Irene."

"why?"

"Because you are sick, very sick, and need money."

"Have you ever felt guilty?"

"There have been."

"what about now?"

"Now it's gone. I even feel very excited. I like this feeling very much. Those are all my masterpieces. Seeing my colleagues at a loss and the FBI like a headless fly, I feel very satisfied. No one can solve the scenes I have handled."

“Have you ever thought that those people also have families, parents, and brothers and sisters?”

"It's not my business?"

"Don't you have any compassion?"

"Who will pity me? Irene, my brother needs money, you don't understand. In this world where the strong prey on the weak, pity is a sign of weakness, and the weak cannot survive."

"Thank you, brother!"

Irina held Roy's hand tightly.

She gave Roy a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Roy's body trembled slightly.

"What if I never wake up?"

"No, I will make money and hire the best brain doctor for you. No matter what, I will never give up on you."

"Will the person who gives you the task harm you?"

"No, he treats me like a son and is very good to me. I have never let him down."

"Can you tell me who he is?"

Hearing this, Roy's eyes rolled back and forth under his eyelids.

"You said you wouldn't lie to me."

Roy's breathing became rapid.