Judicial Doctor, Wild Princess

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Zhong Ziyu did not make a sound. Her body was in pain and her consciousness was in a mess.

Liu Wei kicked Zhong Ziyu and the man who was originally sitting sideways by the wall suddenly tilted and fell to the ground.

When it was too late, if the patient's emotions, physique, and nerves were suppressed to a depth even deeper than that of a deep coma, then it would result in a severe coma.

When a person was dreaming, it was actually a severe coma.

Hypnosis is between half and half awake, if over, or less than this scale, can not achieve the best hypnotic effect.

Zhong Ziyu had obviously already surpassed him.

Was it really too painful?

Liu Wei began to reflect. Perhaps she had overestimated Zhong Ziyu's mental strength and made a mistake in her judgement. She had used too much strength and pushed her mental strength to the limit.

Tsk tsk, Liu Wei did not feel the slightest bit of guilt towards this person. It was already magnanimous enough that she did not kill him.

After pouring a cup of tea, Liu Wei leaned on the chair, looked at Zhong Ziyu's conflicted face, and directly splashed the cup of tea onto his face.

The hot tea made his face that couldn't bear the weight even more unsightly.

One cup did not wake him, but another cup. In the end, Liu Wei just poured the entire pot of tea on the man's face, but he still did not wake him up.

He shouldn't be able to stop the hypnosis even if he started it.

Could it be that he was trapped in a dream and couldn't wake up?

Thinking about the similar situation that had occurred before, Liu Wei's face changed.

He himself was not skilled, but did he really make a big deal out of it?

Liu Wei was finally getting a little anxious. She got up and walked around the room, hesitating on whether she should not do it one on one, and since she could not get the confession, she might as well take the opportunity and kill this person right now. However, she could only hear Zhong Ziyu's hazy voice saying the two words, "… "Wrong."

Wrong?

Was this person in the wrong?

Not so bad that you don't even think it's wrong to kill people?

Liu Wei was silent for a moment, then walked over and squatted in front of Zhong Ziyu. She used the hilt of the scalpel to poke this person in the face and said: "Tell me, what did you do wrong? If you say so, I will tell you, where is Yue Dansheng …"

Liu Wei's words were just random words. She did not expect that the people who were supposed to be severely unconscious and without any strength would suddenly freeze, and then shed even more tears.

Seeing that, Liu Wei's eyes lit up.

Just like how it was for Rong Su to break through his mental defenses and wake him up, Zhong Ziyu's mental defenses were currently open to the person called Yue Dansheng.

In this way, the matter became much simpler.

Liu Wei was about to ask again, when the door suddenly opened.

Turning his head to look, Liu Wei saw that outside the door, a cold and stern man was standing there without moving.

This person had his back to the light, but with just a look, Liu Wei was able to recognize him.

Liu Wei stood up immediately, walked to the door and looked outside.

Seeing that from a distance, the Steward Hang was cautiously peeping over, Liu Wei extended her hand out and pulled Rong Ling into the house, and closed the door behind him.

"I brought you to see something fun." Liu Wei said, then pulled Rong Ling over and placed him on a chair, allowing him to sit.

Rong Ling sat down, her gaze sweeping the room once more, and finally landing on Zhong Ziyu.

He sucked in a breath of cold air.

Before Rong Ling could speak, Liu Wei had already made a "hush" gesture towards him. She then adjusted her clothes and leisurely sat in front of Zhong Ziyu, and gently asked: "Do you want to know Yue Dansheng's whereabouts?"

The comatose Zhong Ziyu, after pausing for a while, actually slowly nodded.

Liu Wei laughed. Indeed, it was not that she couldn't hypnotize her, but that there was a mistake in the direction.

But that didn't matter. If he went in the wrong direction, he could lead them back.

Zhong Ziyu had a dream. No, to be exact, it was not a dream, but a real experience from his past. He and the other two people had seen, walked, and heard about it before.

When they first met, it was a dusk in Mo Bei.

The boy who was not even ten years old walked among the fleeing people with a thin and yellow face. That year, his hometown was flooded with water. All his houses were washed away by the water. The old beggar who had been living with the little boy all this while also drank himself some wine that night. He did not wake up and drowned in the water.

While the little boy was eating, a lot of people were watching him. Their eyes were all shining as they stared at his roots, his bundle, and the way they stared at him.

The little boy knew what those gazes were. It was hunger, it was cruelty, and it was the kind of madness that only people on the verge of life and death could display.

The little boy saw them while they were shaving their bones.

On the one hand, the little boy was afraid. On the other hand, he couldn't control himself.

While these people were washing their hands, the little boy stole the bones that were still more than half human. He hid himself in the forest and stealthily roasted them.

For the better part of a month, he had not eaten five meals worth of meat, let alone meat. The little boy was not in the mood to consider if the meat had grown on a living person just two hours ago. He only knew that the meat was very delicious.

In the past, the old beggar had said that eating too much human flesh was addictive.

However, how could the little boy, who was about to starve to death, be in the mood to consider the question of whether or not he was addicted?

So what if he was addicted? As long as he could eat his fill, as long as he could live, then everything was more important.

Today, there were only three grass roots. After eating one, the boy put the other two into his bag and walked into the bustling crowd.

The little boy knew about his situation. He was small, weak, and had no relatives, and looked like he was about to starve to death at any time. This kind of him would easily enter the eyes of those people.

The little boy tried his best to conceal himself, but he could feel several icy gazes on him.

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