I've Been Licking Dogs For Four Years, Am I In A Hurry To Stop Licking The School Girl?

Wind chimes were blown on the street, shaking and rattling. The huge sycamore leaves covering half of the road are withered and yellow, losing the breath of life, and there will be a crisp "click" sound when stepping on it.

The sky was gloomy and the night was getting deeper and deeper, Luo Xiaoli and Jiang Cheng walked through Fengfeng Market all the way, the surrounding shops and street lights made the place as bright as day.

The wind was blowing the steaming food stalls, he was holding a shopping bag in his hand, and the other bent arm was being held by Xiao Li.

What makes a big city different from other places is the nightlife. Although it is already ten o'clock in the evening, there is still a constant stream of pedestrians here. In the process of walking, the clothes of these unknown people touched each other, and the unique smell of each person exuded, either fragrant or rancid.

Jiang Cheng looked in every direction where a large crowd gathered, looking for something that could arouse his interest, the joy of shopping only lies in this.

There is a barbecue stand in front of it. On the stand with iron plates and grills, the eggs and meat skewers are grilled and sizzling. The diners are waiting for a while, and the stall owner handed over their portion and left happily. The happiness of adults at certain times is no different from that of children. Give it to the cotton candy boss, pick up a dollop and run away jumping for joy.

"Brother, look there, there are many people around." Luo Xiaoli poked her white fingers in one direction, and Jiang Cheng looked along.

Standing under the street lamp was a strange Uncle wearing a hat. His hair was covered by a magician's top hat, slightly curly hair was exposed on the sideburns. He was tall and thin, with an aquiline nose and blue eyes. It looked like he was from another country. He didn't have a stall. He only held a towel in his hand and two bottles of mineral water beside him.

"Let's go and have a look too!" She pulled Jiang Cheng and walked over, squeezed into the enthusiastic crowd.

"Dear ladies and gentlemen, I need to introduce myself again. Hopkin Alves, I am not a magician, I just look like it. My real profession is a psychologist."

Jiang Cheng listened to him with great interest. Alves' Chinese language was quite standard, but he spoke a little slowly.

"Then can you guess what other people are thinking?" someone asked.

"No, no, psychologists are not just like this. I can judge other people's emotions through micro-expressions, and then reason out thoughts. This is the simplest one. My best thing is to control through psychological hints Someone else." A deep light flashed in his eyes.

control?

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows. Freud's chapter on psychoanalysis and psychological suggestion once mentioned that through language, emotion, viewpoint, attitude, or repeated actions, combined with the environment. It can make people be influenced by hints from the outside world, and be driven in the direction of hints in constant self-doubt.

Divided into two types, positive and negative, positive psychological hints can make people work harder, believe in themselves, and glow. And constant negative hints can destroy a person and make the other person slowly become a puppet without subjective ideas.

Just like the process of PUA, the stimulation of belittling can completely affect a person after countless times, causing her psychological defense to collapse, and she can't even think, and she will believe what the abuser says.

"My friend, why don't you try it?" The hooked nose saw Jiang Cheng, his eyes lit up, and he directly sent out the invitation.

He readily agreed.

Alves didn't have any props, he just poured some mineral water on the towel, and everyone looked at his behavior in confusion.

"Now, close your eyes and I'll silence everyone."

Jiang Cheng followed suit.

"Let your spirits tense up, don't relax, and start fantasizing in your mind. Your identity is not a passerby wandering in the street now, you are a death row prisoner... Now you are trapped in a prison, yes A very short and small place, the space is not enough for you to turn over, and there is only boundless darkness in the small space."

He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Jiang Cheng onto the street lamp, the cold and hard pillar pinched his spine.

"You can clearly hear your heartbeat, and the space you are in seems to be empty, but as long as you reach out and touch the cold wall, you will find how cramped the space is." Jiang Cheng's With his hands behind him, he seemed to really feel some subtle touch, "You are a little suffocated, and you are often out of breath, so you can only slow down your breathing, slow, slow, slow... taking a big breath will make oxygen Exhausted, you desperately seek some sound but you can't hear anything. In the irritability, you start to think about your own death, maybe someone will come to end your life soon...Suddenly! A very sharp The knife appears on the top of the neck, sticks tightly to your arteries, presses the surface skin in, the blood vessels protrude, and the tip of the knife is buried underneath, and the vein can be punctured by only slightly forwarding an inch. You can even Feel the sharp pain of pushing the epidermis layer by layer, touching your blood vessels, passing through in an instant, sticking out from the front throat!"

"Brilliant blood gushes out slowly, tick tock... tick tock falls to the ground, slides down from the neck, the thing in the vein is extending outward, without stopping for a moment, can you feel the pain?"

There was warm mineral water on the towel, and it was really ticking to the ground, symbolizing that his blood was flowing.

However, Jiang Cheng didn't feel anything.

"I can't feel it," he said.

"You are very firm, young man, psychological suggestion will not work on you." Alves' soft and magnetic voice had a strange charm in the process of suggestion.

Jiang Cheng opened his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

boring.

Seeing that someone had already gone up to test it, and the onlookers were also eager to try it, Jiang Cheng adjusted the position of the mask and returned to Luo Xiaoli's side.

"Brother, I want to go too!"

"Okay."

Luo Xiaoli walked up, closed her eyes under the guidance of Alves, and pressed her back against the street lamp tightly.

It is still the same set of rhetoric, tedious and complicated, immersive words and emotional guidance, warm water falling from the towel, touch and hearing, blindness in the dark.

Jiang Cheng lowered his head and fiddled with his phone.

He didn't notice that under the constant guidance, the girl on stage frowned slightly, as if a little uncomfortable.

One minute passed, two minutes passed...

The magnetic sound kept ringing, and the onlookers didn't dare to breathe, because Luo Xiaoli's fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and an inexplicable emotion and depression lingered in her mind.

Jiang Cheng raised his eyes, and noticed that her face was extremely ugly, and her breathing became more and more urgent, but with the panic that she was about to suffocate.

A muscle in her white neck kept beating, as if violently twitching. Alves didn't stop talking, but his words became more and more intense, truly bringing her into a certain situation.

The psychological suggestion seems to really work.

In the pitch-black world in her mind, Luo Xiaoli suddenly felt a great dying sorrow rushing over like a wave, swallowing her whole in an instant. She seemed to be drowning in the deep sea, with no choice but to die, no possibility of rescue, only despair.

The gurgling blood was bright red, and slid to the ground, forming a pool of thick brown that wetted her front.

However, she couldn't even raise her hand to cover the wound where her life was lost.

Luo Xiaoli suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at the world in a daze. She was gasping for breath, feeling dizzy and dizzy, and cold sweat had soaked her entire back. The street was still a street, and the onlookers were frightened, because the shaking of her body just now was too intense.

Jiang Cheng hurried forward to hug her, patted her on the back, and comforted her softly.

He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat off the girl's face, telling her not to be afraid that everything was fake.

After a long time, Luo Xiaoli came back to her senses, exhaled, "I was scared to death just now, I will never play such a game again."

"Stop playing." He was about to leave the booth with his sister.

However, that magnetic voice sounded behind, Alves said.

"There are only two possibilities for people who can be influenced by psychological hints in this way. One is people who are easy to accept hints, and the other is that there are loopholes in her psychological hint response, which has been completely destroyed and rebuilt... "