Chapter 538

Hypnosis is like a double-edged sword. It can not only cure mental diseases, but also change a person's inner thinking, memory and perception. However, this kind of long-term hypnosis will have a certain regressive nature, which needs to be reinforced at intervals.

"That is to say, during his stay in China, he has seen hypnotists more than once?"

Qi jichin's head, the notebook on the table, warm face harmless like a cup of water: "it is right, after all, according to the current hypnosis technology, there is no hypnotist who can last nearly a year. If Miss Mu wants to know who is behind the scenes, she can investigate the whereabouts of this gentleman during this period. "

There was a brief silence in the office.

Mujiutianji leaned back on the seat, with a small face almost without pale blood color, red lips gently pursed, and finally he gave a warm smile: "in that case, elder, you should go to investigate whether Dix has been fixed to go somewhere and meet someone recently, and then remove Dix from all his duties in the company. It was announced to the public that after investigation, he had stolen company secrets and has now been transferred to the relevant departments for investigation. " Said, pause, pinched the eyebrow: "this period of time to send him to me to take care of."

Now, this is the best arrangement for DIX.

Eder thought for a moment, and the voice of his voice meant something: "boss, is that inconvenient for you? After all, there are still..."

"Gu Shaoqing?"

Mujiutian looked at him for a few seconds, indifferent to the small face, do not understand why she what everyone asked about him.

He said in a short voice, "no, I told Secretary Joe that, and I'll tell you now. I have nothing to do with Gu Shaoqing. For the time being, I don't want to hear his name again. "

ERD knew more or less what Mu Jiutian and Gu Shaoqing had been right and wrong. Subconsciously, he wanted to say something, but he stopped abruptly.

Glancing at Mu Jiutian's tired face, all his voice turned into a sentence: "OK, boss."

Elder escorts Dix to the villa area, while Qiao Xiaoyu returns to his office. Only mujiutian and Qiji are left in the big office.

Unlike the long identification process of Dix, the treatment process is very fast and simple. Qi Ji goes to the water dispenser to pick up a glass of water and hands it to Mu Jiutian: "Miss mu."

"Well, thank you."

Drinking slowly, Qi Ji's back to French window, the outline outlined by the sun is inexplicably dark and cold, and even the emotion on his face has an indistinguishable dark color.

It's a danger we've never seen before.

Close your eyes, restart and go to see him again. At this time, he has been sitting in front of him again, with a light voice and no longer immersed in the shadow of his face, which is almost harmless: "Miss mu, this treatment is over. I hope you can control your emotions, and don't make yourself fluctuate too much because of some people's radical words or actions, It's not good for you

In a simple and clear way, mujiutian is a heart disease.

As long as there is something similar to the explosion or something related to Sheng huainuan around her, it may cause her to repeat the scene of the explosion on that day, which may lead to a series of situations similar to hallucination and auditory hallucination. Dreaminess and split personality are the precursors of this bad condition.

Smell speech, she a Zheng, finally slowly smile, quiet and cool: "if I can't control myself, how long do I have?"

"Miss mu, your condition is not yet..."

"I've read a lot about psychology, so Dr. Qi, you don't have to cheat me." After drinking the last mouthful of water, Mu Jiutian's face regained a little blood color. He put down the cup and laughed as if he didn't care. "I know my situation best, but now I just want to know the exact time, so as to modify the order of things I need to deal with next."

"Miss mu, you..."

"Please tell me."

In the face of her repeated demands, Qi Ji couldn't refute them. Her finger fell on the notebook for a long time, and finally closed it without looking at her. In the corner where she couldn't see, her eyes narrowed: "at most one year, at least half a year."

Mujiutian's heart was shocked. He almost fell down, his face turned pale, and his fingertips trembled: "that is to say, I can't live tomorrow today?"

"If it is properly maintained, there is still hope of cure." Qi Ji quickly explained, but his words were too weak: "and there are many better psychologists than me, you can find them..."Raise your hand and stop what Qi Ji wants to say.

Qi Ji saw clearly that although mujiutian had been psychologically prepared, when she faced such a cruel fact, the trance look on her face was still distressing. A bone chilling feeling came out of her.

Forced to take a deep breath, mujiutian slowly said, "don't tell Jessie about it."

"If Mr. Wayne asked me?"

"Just say my condition is in remission, the hope of cure is very big, but it will take a long time, about... Half a year or a year."

Qi Ji pinched the notebook's fingers and pressed her thin lips tightly. Finally, her words were simple: "OK, I see."

"Well, you go back first. I have something else to deal with."

Qi Ji got up and picked up his things with extremely slow speed. He didn't know how long it took, or five or ten minutes. In the middle of the way, mujiutian didn't urge him.

She is like a ragged doll, limping on the sofa, motionless, apricot eyes empty, eyes have a thick dark color.

Qi Ji felt an indescribable impulse and opened his mouth: "Miss mu..."

Without any response, Qi Ji himself stopped abruptly.

He never harmed anyone, and he never thought of harming anyone, but this time

The picture of Laura crying so much that she couldn't help herself appeared in her mind. Her eyes were dark and cold. Finally, she repressed everything she wanted to say and opened the door.

"I'll go first. You have a good rest."

The door opened and closed. Mujiutian's cold body leaned on the sofa for a long time. I don't know how long it took before she got up slowly. Like an old robot, she hobbled to the desk, picked up her mobile phone and made a phone call.

The busy tone is close to being automatically hung up.

"Wine is sweet."

The voice was a little hasty, and it seemed that I never thought that mujiutian would be able to take the initiative to call myself, gasping in the voice with surprise.

The man I haven't contacted for a long time, the man I hate most in my life, is on the opposite side of the phone at this moment.

His fingers curled up and he was afraid to sit down. His heart was full of anger. His eyes were wet unconsciously. His voice broke under the pressure step by step: "Bartley, I've hated and even hated many people for many things in my life, but I've never hated other people like you. You may not understand how much I hate you in my life. You ruined my mother, you ruined me, and five years ago, you wanted to step in my life as a superior father. "

"For five years, I didn't allow me to leave you any hair and saliva that can let you test the relationship between parents and children, but you still came up to me with the paternity test report and said that I was your own daughter. Yes, I'm your daughter, but when I was bullied by my family and almost forced, where were you; Where were you when I was thrown abroad as an abandoned child; I was assassinated and poisoned again and again. Where were you when the car accident happened? Why are you my own father? You are not worthy to be a father

The silence of the whole process, and the fragmentary crying cavity, the fragmentary intermittence.

Mujiutian's attitude in front of Bartley has always been indifferent. No matter how much hatred is hidden in his heart, he has never had such a clear resentment and vent at this moment.

For a moment, he was at a loss. He left all the people in the meeting behind, and his face was no longer strong. The only thing left was his father's shame and loss in front of his daughter.

"Sweet wine..."

"Shut up, you have no right to call my mother's name. You've killed people, even if you haven't, you've seen the brain splashing in front of you. I've seen it, too, Bartley. I saw it when I was five years old. Her brain splashed on my face, and there was temperature. When she died, she couldn't close her eyes. Those eyes just looked at me. She hated me. She hated me, a guy who wasn't Mu Xiaodong's own daughter. "

Almost trembling, uncontrollable and unstoppable, mujiutian's voice without hesitation has a rare and most primitive acrimony: "do you hate me when you first knew that I existed? Hate me, the evidence that proves that you have cheated, the existence of hate me may destroy your family."

"Even more so, do you hate my mother more than you hate me? Do you hate my mother for not killing her when she's pregnant? Do you hate her for dying and leaving all the problems to you?" Tan long hair in the sun shining with the most intense irony, can not help but do not hide, canthus brow unbridled vigorous publicity: "you see, I hate you, you hate my mother, my mother hates me, our triangle relationship is really ridiculous and ironic."Bartley didn't dare to speak, and he couldn't say anything.

He knew for a long time that his daughter, who had been in touch with too much darkness and indifference in the world since childhood, had a pair of eyes that could see through all of them. From the first time she looked at him in the coffee shop, he knew.

She was right. At first, he hated them.