Chapter 931: Chapter 911: Exploring Hypnosis
Under the subtle influence of hypnosis, Su Yan entered a semi-sleep state within minutes.
Dr. Xu’s voice suddenly ceased, a flicker of inexplicable light passing through his gentle eyes. He stood up, walked to the door, and opened it.
Outside the door stood a young man dressed in a white doctor’s coat, seemingly having waited for some time. At that moment, he glanced at the woman in the hypnosis room who appeared to be drifting off to sleep.
"Senior Brother." It was clear that Dr. Xu held the man in high regard.
An Haokang nodded slightly, signaling to be left in charge: "This time, for this matter, I appreciate your efforts. Rest assured, I won’t let you take responsibility."
Dr. Xu responded sincerely, "Senior Brother, no need to mention it. Back in Europe during my studies, you took care of me countless times, and even when opening my clinic in Yunling, you helped introduce clients. I’ve reached where I am today entirely thanks to you, Senior Brother. No matter what you need, I will do it without hesitation."
An Haokang watched his junior leave, then entered the room, walking straight to the aromatherapy lamp.
From his coat pocket, he retrieved a small brown bottle of essential oil and poured its contents into the lamp.
The blend of Patchouli, Basil, Rosemary, and Juniperberry oils created a hypnotic aroma designed to awaken the deep subconscious of a patient.
Simply put, with the combined hypnotic methods, the hypnotized individual would soon completely unearth their unspoken secrets.
Immediately, An Haokang moved to the seat next to the sofa chair, sat down slowly, and began performing the hypnosis in place of Dr. Xu.
...
At the end of the hallway stood a familiar security door.
Su Yan opened her wide eyes and approached it, her back drenched in cold sweat.
This place—she could never forget it in her lifetime—was Lijing Apartment, Xiaolei’s home.
She instinctively wanted to turn and leave, but a voice in her ear commanded her to step inside.
The voice, so tender and reassuring, came from the front, filled with soothing power:
"Mrs. Huo, walk in slowly. Do not hide. Only by returning to the past and confronting the knots in your heart can you untie them."
There was a force beyond her control, driving her gradually forward.
With a sudden "bang," she pushed open the door tremblingly, the pungent smell of blood surging toward her.
Her body turned cold, her arms wrapped around herself as she stood at the entryway. A deep urge to flee overwhelmed her, yet inexplicably, the voice in her ear pushed her deeper indoors.
"Mrs. Huo, keep moving forward."
The further she proceeded, the stronger the stench of blood became.
In the exquisite living room, the mirrored surface of the marble floor was smeared with crimson liquid, spreading everywhere, like spilled red ink.
But compared to ink, it was far more horrifying, far thicker...
A mixed-race woman in her twenties lay motionless on the floor, blood pooling beneath her face.
Su Yan’s pupils dilated in shock; she wanted to scream, but no sound came out. She wanted to flee, yet the man’s voice rang in her ear again:
"Do not hide. Only by returning to the past and confronting the knots can you untie them..."
The voice carried a strange power.
It immobilized her, forcing her into a breakdown:
"You’ve been dead for so long—are you still trying to scare me? Let me go, please reincarnate... Don’t haunt me anymore, let me go..."
The man’s once gentle voice suddenly grew heavy: "So, you were the one who killed her."
"No—!" Su Yan clapped her hands over her ears. "I didn’t!"
"Yes, it was you!" The man’s voice grew even darker and more sinister!
"No, it’s not true—she insulted me first, and I reacted! I didn’t know a vase could kill her! I didn’t know—"
"Not only did you kill her, but you falsely blamed someone else for it." The man’s low, ominous tone struck like a messenger from hell, ruthlessly probing her conscience!
"No! It wasn’t me! It was Huo Zhenxuan’s idea! He suggested I frame Jiayi! That way, we could force Huo Zhenyang to resign as president! It wasn’t me!"
"Lies! You would even falsely implicate another deceased person?"
"No—I’m not lying! Xiaolei’s death scene was cleaned up by people Huo Zhenxuan sent. He told me to lure Jiayi to the crime scene, ordered people to knock Jiayi unconscious, damaged surveillance footage, and shifted all suspicion onto Jiayi... All of this, he arranged!" Su Yan sobbed uncontrollably, desperately attempting to defend herself.
Perhaps in the face of long-suppressed secrets, her emotions erupted like a torrent, leaving her only wanting to confess.
"So, Huo Zhenxuan was involved too. But heaven has eyes—Huo Zhenxuan met his punishment and died."
The man’s tone abruptly shifted, growing calm and hoarse again, as if seducing her into revealing deeper truths.
"He died... He died... Huo Zhenxuan is dead." Su Yan murmured, "Heaven has eyes..."
"Or perhaps it’s not a matter of heaven’s justice but rather someone deliberately orchestrating a scheme to cover their crime through proxy murder?"
"No... I didn’t...!"
"No. It was you. You helped Huo Zhenxuan escape, planted the remaining explosives on the speedboat, then deliberately called the police. When the police shot at the speedboat, it triggered the explosion! That way, your murders would leave no evidence! Now, no one in this world can ever threaten you again!!"
The man’s voice became a guttural growl, drawing closer to Su Yan’s ear as he uttered the word "bang," mimicking the sound of an explosion!
Su Yan jolted violently, as if standing on the brink of collapse, finally shouting with her hands over her ears: "It was Huo Zhenxuan—he made me do it! He forced me! I didn’t want this! As long as he’s alive, I can’t live in peace! He forced me..."
...
On the sofa chair, Su Yan’s body contorted into a tangled mess, resembling someone caught in a feverish delirium. She writhed in torment, yet continued to cry out:
"Xiaolei, let me go! Don’t haunt me anymore—please, no—"
Hypnosis has the power to draw out the darkest, most shameful secrets hidden deep within a person’s soul.
Over the years, An Haokang had hypnotized many individuals, witnessing countless secrets buried within his patients. Still, hearing Su Yan’s unconscious confessions under hypnosis, he couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath.
This elegant, delicate young socialite-dressed wife from a privileged family—with her seemingly demure demeanor—had not only killed, but also caused deaths.
He turned his head, lifting his gaze to the small monitoring camera on the wall, its red indicator light blinking rhythmically.
Narrowing his eyes, he stood up, walked to the window, and raised both arms to draw open the curtains.
With a sudden "swish," brilliant daylight poured through the glass, flooding the room.
Turning back to face Su Yan, he snapped his fingers, his voice thick and commanding:
"Mrs. Huo, return now."
The sharp, blinding light pierced Su Yan’s vision, causing her to squint and sweat profusely. As she opened her eyes, she saw the man standing before her, and bolted upright.
This wasn’t Dr. Xu!? Who was he?
Why had someone else replaced him?
Who was he?
An Haokang mocked, "Mrs. Huo, don’t you feel much better after undergoing hypnosis?"
