Chapter 298: I Want to Destroy the God in Their Hearts

The follow-up treatment would definitely have to be left to the doctors; right now, Yu Dazhang only wanted to get these two girls to recover their ability to communicate as soon as possible.

He had seen Ye Zhiyu's abilities more than once, and it could be said that he possessed an extraordinary talent and attainment in the field of psychology.

So Yu Dazhang had great confidence in him.

"I'll give it a try." This time, Ye Zhiyu agreed very readily:

"Give me the address."

After hanging up the phone, Yu Dazhang sent him the hospital address.

Afterward, he returned to the ward.

At this time, Liu Miao was still trying to communicate with the two girls.

"Did Fang Peng ever force you to do anything you didn't want to do?"

"No, he was very good to us."

"Then did he usually let you go out?"

"It was us ourselves who didn't want to go out…"

Yu Dazhang listened quietly on the side, his face terribly grim.

Every time Liu Miao mentioned Fang Peng, the two girls instinctively went to defend him, as if it were a conditioned reflex.

Yu Dazhang could understand them.

He could even imagine why they had become the way they were now.

Locked inside a completely enclosed space for over two years, Ru Yao and Shu Rujia had long since become entirely different people.

They had long since abandoned independent thought and judgment, regarding Fang Peng as the only person they could rely on and also the one they trusted most.

This was the human mind's automatic psychological protective mechanism in the face of death—the belief that absolute obedience could preserve one's life.

Over time, this formed a fixed mindset.

In the end, it became a kind of quasi-religious worship. Without exaggeration, in their eyes Fang Peng was a god—an inviolable, even unblasphemable god.

Yu Dazhang walked over, patted Liu Miao on the shoulder, signaling that he didn't need to ask any more.

Under these circumstances, asking was the same as not asking; they weren't thinking at all, answering purely on instinct.

Twenty minutes later.

Yu Dazhang met Ye Zhiyu at the hospital.

Seeing that his hands were empty, Yu Dazhang couldn't help but ask:

"Why didn't you bring any auxiliary tools?"

"I brought them." Ye Zhiyu said, pulling a small box from his pocket:

"I brought a little bell. As it happens, I was giving two of my employees psychological counseling today, and I didn't expect you'd be looking for my help at just the right time."

Yu Dazhang looked at that small box, feeling it seemed somehow familiar.

Back when he was treating Liu Qi, Ye Zhiyu had once asked for a little bell.

At that time, it had been Yu Dazhang who paid and had an officer go buy it, and it seemed to have come in exactly this kind of small box.

"What are you looking at?"

Ye Zhiyu waved the small box in front of his eyes:

"This is the one you bought me before. You haven't forgotten, have you?"

Just as he thought… Yu Dazhang's eye twitched.

This guy really was frugal—he'd kept the prop from last time all the way until now.

He had never once seen Ye Zhiyu use his own hypnosis equipment.

"Stop spacing out." Seeing Yu Dazhang staring blankly at the box in his hand, Ye Zhiyu couldn't help but urge:

"Take me to see them first."

Yu Dazhang took a deep breath, forcing out a smile:

"Follow me."

Entering the ward, Ye Zhiyu first greeted Ma Jian and Liu Miao, then walked over to the hospital beds.

When Ru Yao and Shu Rujia saw him approaching, they immediately showed wary expressions, but they didn't flinch or show fear.

Ye Zhiyu smiled at them, then turned to look at Ma Jian and Liu Miao:

"You two keep talking and communicating with them. I'm not familiar with the case, so I don't know what to ask."

When Yu Dazhang had called him earlier, he had only told him about the two girls' situation and hadn't revealed much about the case itself.

Ye Zhiyu didn't even know the suspect's name.

"Go ahead and ask," Yu Dazhang said to Liu Miao:

"Just like you did before."

"Got it." After Liu Miao agreed, he sat back between the two beds, rephrased his earlier questions, and asked them again.

Five minutes later.

"Alright, alright," Ye Zhiyu stopped him:

"That's enough."

After saying that, he gave Yu Dazhang a look, then walked out of the ward.

Yu Dazhang took the hint and followed him out.

Once they were outside, Ye Zhiyu immediately made a request:

"Find a frontal photo of the suspect, half-body or full-body is fine, then enlarge it to about one meter tall, and mount it in a picture frame."

Yu Dazhang nodded:

"Frame it up, then."

"No need to be that particular." Ye Zhiyu waved his hand:

"If there's no suitable frame, just nail the photo onto a thin wooden board."

The requirements weren't high... Yu Dazhang noted it in his heart.

Getting a photo of Fang Peng was easy—they could even take one on the spot—and enlarging and printing it was even easier.

"Any other requirements?" Yu Dazhang asked.

"You'll have to give me the personal files on these two girls." Ye Zhiyu looked at him and said:

"I need to have a certain understanding of them."

Before Yu Dazhang could speak, he added:

"I also want to see the suspect's file. If it involves case confidentiality, just providing the suspect's basic information is fine too."

"No problem." Yu Dazhang agreed readily.

As the head of the cold-case unit, this was within his authority.

He then handed the photo matter to Ma Jian, and the task of organizing the files to Liu Miao.

Relatively speaking, Liu Miao was more careful in his work and knew where to draw the line.

Yu Dazhang only said one sentence—"Compile the general information"—and Liu Miao already knew what to do.

After they left, Yu Dazhang looked at Ye Zhiyu and asked:

"What do you plan to do?"

Reviewing personal files he could understand—even seeing a doctor at a hospital required knowing the patient's personal information and past medical history, let alone this kind of highly targeted psychological treatment.

What he was curious about was why Ye Zhiyu wanted Fang Peng's photo, and such a large one at that.

A one-meter-tall photo—if it was a half-body shot, it would be roughly proportional to Fang Peng's actual body.

"Stockholm syndrome—this condition has another name: Hostage Identification Syndrome."

Ye Zhiyu explained unhurriedly:

"The victims go from initial fear and hostility to gradual obedience and worship. This process usually involves a long period of time spent together."

"What I need to do is overturn that worship in their hearts. I need to destroy the god in their minds."

There it was again... Yu Dazhang once more saw Ye Zhiyu's fervent and focused expression.

It seemed only within the professional field that interested him could he become so passionate and serious.

About ten minutes later, Liu Miao returned first.

He handed an organized document to Ye Zhiyu:

"The suspect's and the two girls' personal files are all here."

Ye Zhiyu nodded, took it, and began to read through it carefully.

Another half hour passed, and Ma Jian also returned, carrying in his hand a wooden board roughly one meter long and sixty centimeters wide.

"Time was limited. If we had to find a suitable frame, it would have taken more time."

He set the board down, then turned the side with the photo toward everyone:

"This is all we can do for now. It's the most hassle-free method."

Indeed hassle-free... Yu Dazhang noticed that this one-meter-tall photo was pinned to the board with thumbtacks.

After bringing the photo into the ward, Ye Zhiyu said to Yu Dazhang and the others:

"We're all familiar with each other, so I won't bother with pleasantries. Now..."

"Please step outside!"

(End of chapter)