"The power of psychological suggestion is very strong, so strong that when you think you are dead, you are really dead. Similarly, when Yang Dongqing thinks he is poisoned under the influence of mental hypnosis, the symptoms of poisoning will appear."
Zhao Chaoyao's mouth opened wide. He didn't understand, but he was shocked.
Su Mu frowned slightly: "Is it hard to understand?"
"But… Chief, the reason Yang Dongqing was poisoned was because he believed he was poisoned, but why did he feel dizzy and weak to begin with? Isn't this a psychological suggestion?"
Su Mu became more and more reticent: "Let's say you were anxious, you came all the way here, you experienced a bloody battle, you were hit by a few grenades and you were burned, and when the fire burned, all the calming candles melted, and a large amount of energy was released. You breathed a soothing scent into your body.
"At the end of the gas chamber they held their breath for a minute and kissed for a minute. Do you think you'll get dizzy after doing that?"
Zhao Chaoyao was silent for a moment, a flash of thought in his eyes. He thought about it seriously and finally came up with the answer: "I will die."
"What the hell!"
Bang!
Su Mu hit Zhao Chaoyao's bald head with a snake-grained wooden cane, "It's really unnecessary for me to explain it to you."
Zhao Chaoyao covered his head and grinned bitterly, but his face was still proud: "Chief, this subordinate is so stupid, but I really try hard to understand your profound words. You… you act like you… you The way he strategizes is simply… like a god descending from the earth, please tell me more about this."
Racking his brain, he found two idioms and took pictures of them all in one breath.
Looking at Zhao Chaoyao's proud gaze, Su Mu suddenly felt a headache again. The headache had previously been relieved by drinking some red wine, but now the sickness had returned.
I wish hypnosis could make people smarter.
But he knew that was impossible. Even after being hypnotized, a jerk wouldn't be able to solve math problems that he couldn't solve before.
Mathematics is fair in this respect, if it doesn't work, it means it won't work.
"If you don't understand the extraordinary version, I'll tell you the ordinary version. I was actually poisoned."
Ah! ?
Zhao Chaoyao was a little confused. Why was he poisoned one moment and not the next?
"Chief, is it poisoned?"
Su Mu said to himself: "The food that Jasmine cooked for Yang Dongqing is actually poisonous, but the poison from that ingredient wouldn't be effective without a chemical reaction.
I also poisoned the glass of red wine Jasmine drank from. This poison is harmless, but it could act as a catalyst for the previous poison.
So when the two kiss, the poison in Yang Dongqing's body meets the poison on Jasmine's lips, and a strange reaction occurs, and then the poison becomes real."
Zhao Chaoyao was shocked, but soon discovered his blind spot: "No, leader, Jasmine ate it too, she… oh yes, she threw up once.
So, could it be that his vomiting while watching the monitor was also due to your hypnosis? ? "
At this moment, he only felt that his scalp was numb.
At this time, Su Mu smiled and said: "Do you want to listen to the third version?"
"What!? There's a third version too!?"
"Well, the third version is a mixture of the extraordinary version and the ordinary version. I was poisoned and I also used psychological suggestion. The reason why Yang Dongqing was poisoned was because of the dual effects. Otherwise, how could a transcendent be poisoned so easily?
Hearing this, Zhao Chaoyao was completely confused, his head itching as if his brain was going to grow.
"Chief, which version is correct?"
Su Mu smiled without a word and walked away with his cane, leaving only Zhao Chaoyao scratching his head.
He couldn't let his head hurt.
"Chief! Chief! Wait for me, which version is correct? Tell me!"
"Chief! Chief! Then can I change the question? Why don't you hypnotize Jasmine and let her follow your orders? Let her choose instead? Someone else will die in the end?"
Su Mu slowly stood in the dimly lit corridor, a calm voice was heard, and the echo reached Zhao Chaoyao's ears.
"Because I like surprises."
Zhao Chaoyao was stunned, staring blankly at the darkened back, not understanding the meaning of this sentence.
"Don't you find the struggle of humanity interesting?"
"A life where you can control everything is so boring..."
Su Mu's faint voice gradually disappeared.
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...
In the Viper Gang's dungeon.
Yang Dongqing was wrapped in iron chains as thick as a baby's arm, and the seat was welded to the ground and could not be moved.
A middle-aged man in a white coat stood next to him.
After Su Mu entered the dungeon, the man in the white coat greeted enthusiastically: "Chief!"
"How is the situation?" he asked, ignoring Yang Dongqing's burning eyes.
The man in the white coat immediately replied: "As per your instructions, he was made to breathe the paralyzing gas every hour. I assure you that he does not have the strength to move even a finger at the moment."
"Yes." Su Mu nodded and then turned his gaze to the detainee Yang Dongqing.
"Su Mu! You despicable villain! Even if I die, I won't answer any of your questions!"
"Oh?" Su Mu raised her brown glasses with her hand, and a playful smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "You're not afraid of death, what about Miss Jasmine?"
Yang Dongqing froze, then became enraged, his eyes were red and his muscles were swollen.
A moment later, the iron chain wrapped around his body was pulled with great force and he shook.
"If you dare touch Jasmine I will tear you to pieces!!"
Su Mu looked at the man in the white coat expressionlessly.
The man in the white coat suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "This... this is impossible! He just finished breathing the paralyzing gas. Even an elephant can't move in such a short time!"
Chief... Chief, I will increase the dosage. Please wear a gas mask."
After a while, the two put on their gas masks and when the man in the white coat pressed the button, it started to sizzle...
A large amount of white smoke came from the pipes in the room.
After a few minutes, Yang Dongqing, who was struggling fiercely, completely lost his strength.
Su Mu thoughtfully looked at Yang Dongqing from behind his gas mask.
Is power related to emotion or will?
After mentioning Nan Mo just now, his mood turned angry, and a hint of strength suddenly emerged from his originally paralyzed body.
To further experiment, Su Mu slowly walked over to Yang Dongqing and looked at Yang Dongqing whose pupils were slightly blurry. He leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Jasmine... so moist."