Psychic

In the lecture hall of Jinhai University, a special psychology lecture is being held.

The keynote speaker of this psychology lecture is not those old professors of psychology at Jinhai University, nor is it a researcher hired from outside the school, but a researcher of mysterious psychology.

That is, psychics.

Jun Chengzong, in a suit and leather shoes, talked in the lecture hall of Jinhai University. If the content he taught was not far from people's usual cognition, he might really be regarded as a returnee scholar who has returned from his studies.

"Spiritual Response Therapy, or SRT for short, is a set of complete and comprehensive spiritual diagnosis and treatment methods created by American mystical psychology researcher Robert."

"This kind of therapy tries to find out the negative and uncoordinated energy through the subconscious mind and spiritual body memory of the helper, release it, and then use positive energy to heal the mind, emotion and spirituality, so as to achieve the balance and harmony of the body, mind and soul. Help him find his true self."

Jun Chengzong clicked the mouse twice, and the slideshow switched to some old-looking photos.

"Modern psychic mediums, on the other hand, are mostly based on traditional psychic methods, supplemented by spiritual body response therapy, and provide psychic help to help-seekers who are troubled by mysterious spiritual bodies from various aspects such as body and mind, and then hand over to the nearby The priests of the famous church perform exorcisms, so as to achieve the purpose of getting rid of the troubles of mysterious spirits.”

The photo projected on the slide shows a foreign boy who looks no more than 20 years old. In the photo, he is bound by a rope to a chair, struggling as if he wants to break free from the rope, his facial expression is so distorted by the pain that he can hardly see his human form. .

If one had to use something to describe the young man on the slide at this time, the most appropriate one would be the evil spirit burned by the fire of hell in the church mural.

"In the 1940s, a series of appalling serial murders occurred in Los Angeles, USA. The murderer sneaked into the apartment room in the third block at night, shot and killed the men in the room, raped the women and children and then mutilated them. When the police arrived at the scene of the crime, there were only bloodstains and broken body parts left."

"And this thing." As he said, Jun Chengzong raised his hand and clicked on the slide, and the big screen switched to the next photo.

An inverted pentagram smeared with blood on the wall of the crime scene.

"In Western cognition, the pentagram represents the five-pointed god, which is also a symbol of human beings, but the inverted pentagram means that the spirit is downward, that is, hell." Jun Chengzong said these things At that moment, the corners of his mouth visibly trembled, as if recalling something that made him feel uncomfortable.

Afterwards, Jun Chengzong switched the slide back to the previous one, and switched to the ugly boy on the previous one.

Jun Chengzong picked up the laser pointer on the table, and pointed the red spot at the boy on the big screen: "The instigator of all these tragedies is this boy who is less than 21 years old, and because of the appearance of the upside-down pentagram, He is also known in all walks of life in the United States as the 'chief disciple of the devil'."

"The U.S. police investigated the boy's file, but did not find any past related to cults. So, the FBI approached us and asked a psychic to diagnose his spiritual body memory, trying to rule out the existence of some mystical powers. possibility of..."

Jun Chengzong was talking eloquently on the podium, but an extremely discordant voice suddenly sounded from the audience who were listening to the lecture quietly.

"Absurd! It's just nonsense!"

As soon as the voice came out, the students who had been listening to Jun Chengzong's lecture all of a sudden turned their attention to the boy who spoke.

"There are no ghosts and gods in this world, and you are still a researcher of mystical psychology. In my opinion, you are at best a pious, deceitful god stick!" The boy stood up suddenly, impassioned and righteous indignation. Jun Chengzong said.

Originally, a considerable number of people held objections to things like occultism,

Especially in such a university campus with a strong academic atmosphere.

Many students who came to listen to Jun Chengzong's lectures were not out of interest in occultism, but wanted to watch the excitement. In Jun Chengzong's lectures, many students had already begun to have some feelings about occultism, but given this The boy made such a fuss, and the classroom exploded immediately.

A short-haired girl lowered her voice and said to her friends: "I feel that what he said is also a lot of ambiguous things. Could it be that he is here to cheat money?"

The other man with glasses who was sitting closer to the front and who had been taking notes just now adjusted his glasses, and took the opportunity to ask Jun Chengzong on the stage: "Mr. Jun, did you really see it when you were a psychic?" Ghost, have you encountered any danger?"

In fact, there are students from the student union who maintain order, but they have never encountered such a situation in the lectures they were in charge of before, not to mention that the vice chairman of the student union who leads the team today is a girl, and she is not strong enough. The child was dumbfounded, and the order of the scene fell into chaos for a while.

The boy who spoke before snorted coldly, glanced at Jun Chengzong on the podium with great disdain, and was about to walk out.

However, just when the boy was about to turn around and leave, Jun Chengzong, who had been silent all this time, spoke.

"Please stay." Jun Chengzong's voice passed through the microphone and immediately spread throughout the lecture hall.

The vice-chairman of the student union also took advantage of this opportunity to adjust his status, commanding the ministers under him to control the order of the scene again, and the lecture hall returned to normal.

And that boy also paused, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Jun Chengzong on the podium.

Not only was Jun Chengzong not angry at the boy who criticized him for his rude words just now, but he also showed a little joy on his face: "This classmate, a scholar, must not be the only one, and needs to have different views and opinions to collide with each other. , only in this way can we ensure that our research will not be biased."

"I appreciate your courage to question authority just now, but at the same time, I also hope that we can have a more in-depth discussion instead of superficial questioning, or even..." Jun Chengzong paused, raised his hand to touch He touched the string of mirror-like dice on his left wrist, "Personal attack, right?"

The boy didn't speak, he stood in the aisle between the two rows of seats in the lecture hall, let Jun Chengzong say this, he didn't know whether to leave or stay for a while.

Jun Chengzong didn't want to embarrass that boy, so he changed the subject and said to him: "Well, no matter what you say, it's too subjective. Why don't you come on stage and I'll prove it to you."

Hearing Jun Chengzong's words, it was as if a red-hot iron fiber was plunged into the ice-floating water, which made the students who had finally calmed down suddenly boil again.

Even the vice chairman of the student union, who was sitting on the side of the podium and was ready to control the field at any time, felt a little unbelievable. He couldn't help looking at Jun Chengzong who was calm and composed on the podium: "Teacher Jun, are you serious?"