Chapter 194: He Was Controlled, But Not Completely Controlled

"Officer Yu, my apologies."

Ceng Ceng Lisi looked at Yu Dazhang with an apologetic face:

"His father's passing hit Siyuan too hard, so every time his father is mentioned, he loses control of his emotions."

"When I first met him, he was already like this."

He wasn't like this five days ago… Yu Dazhang thought to himself.

Liu Siyuan's change wasn't something that happened in these five days, but rather that this woman had appeared beside him.

"Miss Zeng." Yu Dazhang smiled at her:

"You didn't expect me to ask a question like that just now, did you?"

He had asked Liu Siyuan three questions in total.

One, what was his relationship with Liu Qi like while Liu Zhengyang was alive.

Two, had Liu Zhengyang ever mentioned the will to him while alive.

Three, say one sentence Liu Zhengyang had once said to him.

The first two questions let Yu Dazhang detect something off about Liu Siyuan.

And that seemingly absurd final question was what triggered the other party's loss of control.

Now Yu Dazhang could be certain that someone had used a method similar to brainwashing on Liu Siyuan.

The woman before him was the prime suspect.

"I don't understand what you mean."

Not a trace of panic showed on Ceng Ceng Lisi, but a hint of anger did appear on her face:

"And how do you know my surname is Zeng? When Siyuan introduced me, he only said my given name."

When Liu Siyuan had introduced her earlier, he had indeed only mentioned the name "Ceng Lisi," not her surname.

The fact that she caught on immediately showed she was an exceptionally sharp person, her reactions quicker than most.

"I don't just know your full name, I'm also completely clear on the study-abroad history you've deliberately hidden."

Yu Dazhang looked at her with a smile, as though sizing up his prey:

"You really think your little tricks can fool the police?"

After those words, he caught a flicker of panic and unease on Ceng Ceng Lisi's face.

Her eyes shifted, her lips parting slightly.

These were signs of fluster and a guilty conscience; she wanted to conceal her true inner thoughts,

"You're being completely incomprehensible."

She forced herself to stay composed, but couldn't hide the fluster in her tone:

"I don't understand why you're investigating me, or why you're targeting me. We've clearly never met before."

Before Yu Dazhang could respond, Liu Siyuan beside her suddenly spoke up:

"Officer Yu, you've investigated Ceng Lisi?"

At this point he had already returned to normal, staring at Yu Dazhang with a stern face, a hint of inquiry and suspicion in his eyes.

"No, no." Yu Dazhang hurriedly waved his hands in denial:

"I was just joking with Miss Zeng earlier. I saw her full name in the case file."

"It was probably recorded by the officer who handled it before. When you introduced her to us, it just came back to me."

Hearing his explanation, Liu Siyuan's expression eased.

Ceng Ceng Lisi beside him also returned to her initial calm state.

After that, Yu Dazhang asked a few more questions about the will.

Yet Liu Siyuan's answers always managed to sidestep Liu Zhengyang and steer toward Liu Qi instead.

It seemed the word "will" had been blocked in Liu Siyuan's mind.

During this time, Yu Dazhang noticed that Liu Siyuan and Ceng Ceng Lisi had been holding hands the entire time.

From his angle, he could only see the tip of Ceng Ceng Lisi's middle finger; the rest was hidden by Liu Siyuan's palm.

But when Liu Siyuan answered questions, his hand would tremble slightly.

Though the movement was very slight, it did not escape Yu Dazhang's eyes.

It seemed someone was tracing lines across his palm with a fingertip.

After chatting a while longer about the sibling relationship between them, Yu Dazhang took his leave.

Walking out of the Liu family villa, he looked back at the villa's window, and only when that tall, slender figure appeared at the second-floor window did Yu Dazhang turn and get in the car.

She had a guilty conscience.

On the drive back, Yu Dazhang kept replaying the scene of his conversation with them in his mind.

Liu Siyuan had actually been controlled!

This discovery left him utterly shocked and bewildered.

But strangely, although Liu Siyuan was clearly in some kind of controlled state, he didn't seem to be completely under someone's control.

Recalling Liu Siyuan's various reactions when he lost control earlier, they were almost identical to those of someone who had been hypnotized.

At that point he had already lost his autonomous consciousness.

Had Ceng Ceng Lisi not spoken up to soothe him in time, he would have had a mental breakdown the next moment.

But why had Liu Siyuan shown no signs of being hypnotized five days ago?

In his previous life, Yu Dazhang had handled cases involving the use of hypnosis for crime.

In fact, this kind of crime had been widespread for a very long time.

Most rely on drugs as an aid; directly using words and actions to hypnotize is rare. Northeasterners should all have heard a term: pahuazi — flower slapping.

The criminals wrap the drug in a handkerchief and gently pat the person's face with it.

Within just a few seconds, that person will obediently comply—no matter what command is given, the victim will follow it.

That kind of drug is called: ketamine.

One whiff can cause hallucinations; it takes effect within ten seconds.

There's another method of crime…

Deliberately scattering money on the road—as soon as someone picks it up, they fall victim, also taking effect within seconds, passing out unconscious.

What drug is coated on the money won't be written here—you understand.

Their target group is elderly people in the countryside bringing along children; once the elderly person falls victim, they abduct the child.

These are the fast-acting ones.

Every single word, every single line, every single piece of content is right here for you to read!

But true hypnosis is a long-term job, and a complicated, tedious process.

You don't believe it, do you?

Then let me ask you a question.

Is the Earth round?

When you see this question, you don't need to think at all—an answer automatically pops into your head.

And you'll even add in your heart: isn't that a stupid question to ask.

Next question—have you ever seen it with your own eyes?

Not a video, not a photo—you yourself flying out of Earth and seeing it firsthand.

That's right, you haven't seen it.

Yet you firmly believe the Earth is round.

Have you ever thought about why that is?

You clearly haven't seen it with your own eyes, yet you believe it without a doubt.

Authority, science, official sources… what you actually trust is these.

Even if they said the Earth is actually flat, you'd still believe it.

And you still haven't seen it with your own eyes.

Because you trust them completely, and with repeated instillation over a long period, your subconscious forms a fixed impression.

Just like that first question—is the Earth round?

You'll skip the thinking process entirely.

If someone said the opposite answer right in front of you, you could probably argue with them until your face turns red, citing all kinds of examples.

Unfortunately, the examples you cite were all instilled into you by others.

If you ever said: "I saw with my own eyes that the Earth is round."

The other person would definitely laugh their head off.

The people most familiar to you, the people you trust most, the people you are least guarded against—it's the words spoken by these people that produce psychological suggestion in you.

And this hypnosis thing exists in every trade and profession.

There's a video online.

A delivery rider crashed into a guardrail, covered in injuries, all kinds of fractures, slipping in and out of consciousness several times.

On the ambulance.

The doctor wanted to turn off the navigation on his phone, and he said:

"I still have one order I haven't delivered."

At a moment like this, he put even his life behind him, and what he was thinking was: there's still one order undelivered!!

How scary is that—just tell me how scary.

I used to often see, outside the entrance of delivery stations, a group of delivery riders holding morning meetings.

Back then I was puzzled—what meeting do you need for delivering food.

After seeing that video I finally realized, that wasn't a meeting at all—that was collective hypnosis.

Every day before setting out, they instill in you once the importance of delivering orders.

Remind you once that you absolutely must not be late.

Then emphasize once more the consequences of receiving a complaint.

Over and over…

Those who scroll videos often—do you frequently see the breakdown moments of delivery riders?

You think that's the hardship of being an adult.

No, that's hypnosis failing…

The person has woken up.

(End of this chapter)