dognovel Chapter 115 Psychologist
Chapter 115 Psychologist
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The young man glanced around the shop, his eyes darting around, and asked in a low voice:
"Do you have... do you have those kinds of powerful hypnotic tools?"
Jiang Chaosheng frowned.
The Zero Antique Shop will attract buyers who want forbidden items.
They stumbled into the Zero Antique Shop by sheer chance.
The young man in front of me didn't seem to have come here passively, but rather with a specific purpose.
How did he know about Zero Antique Shop?
The young man gave an awkward laugh:
"I might have gone to the wrong place. I'm sorry, boss. My friend was joking with me, and I took it seriously. I..."
He couldn't continue and wanted to slink away.
After all, if you suddenly walk into an antique shop and say a bunch of nonsensical things, you're bound to be disliked.
They were even mistaken for mentally ill.
Jiang Chaosheng asked:
"Which friend?"
The young people were even more embarrassed:
"I... I don't know his real name. He's kind of my patient."
Jiang Chaosheng said:
"You've come all this way, please have a seat. Perhaps I can offer you some assistance."
His accent wasn't from Nanhai; although his Mandarin was standard, you could hear a hint of Liancheng flavor.
Young people still have illusions about this antique shop.
He sat down and began to tell his story.
The young man's name is Zhang Haocheng, and he is a graduate of Liancheng University of Science and Technology with a major in psychology.
After graduation, I worked as a psychologist at Liancheng Qingshan Mental Hospital.
In the minds of ordinary people, mental illness and psychological illness are the same.
Actually, they are two completely different things. The only similarity is that patients with both diseases are not normal people.
Zhang Haocheng spends his days giving psychological counseling to a group of lunatics, but it has no real effect; he's just a pretty face.
He was very distressed and confused by this.
After studying for so many years, I've ended up being nothing more than a worthless plagiarist.
I'm very disappointed.
That day, an old man was admitted to the mental hospital.
Zhang Haocheng felt that the old man was normal and did not seem mentally ill no matter how you looked at it.
It's more like... running into a mental hospital to hide from someone.
As usual, Zhang Haocheng tried to comfort the old man, becoming increasingly certain that the old man's hospitalization information was definitely fake.
He was hiding from his enemies in the mental hospital!
Life was boring, and the old man was to his liking, so the two became close.
The old man was drunk that day and said to him:
"I'll tell you a secret, a deadly secret."
Zhang Haocheng listened attentively.
He thought he would hear the old man's story of fleeing from his enemies, but instead he heard a bizarre and absurd urban legend.
This is what the old man said:
There is an antique shop in the South China Sea that has many treasures.
If you paid a price to get even one thing, you wouldn't just be a decorative vase in a mental hospital.
Zhang Haocheng finally realized that the old man must have some serious illness.
Seeing that Zhang Haocheng didn't believe him, the old man got anxious and actually took out an old-fashioned flintlock gun from the cabinet!
That's a gun!
It's an antique item!
The old man said:
"This gun was traded for by my brother at an antique shop; it's more than capable of slaying demons and monsters."
You can try your luck in the South China Sea. If you actually manage to get something, you'll be set for life.
"If I weren't about to die, and if you weren't to my liking, I wouldn't have told you something like this."
Two or three days later, the old man left the hospital, but this urban legend, like a kitten's claws, kept tugging at his restless heart.
Finally, Zhang Haocheng made a decision: to take advantage of his annual leave and visit the South China Sea.
After arriving in the South China Sea, it seemed as if some unseen force was guiding me, and I found myself in this soon-to-be-completed street with a Republican-era style.
Jiang Chaosheng understood.
The old man living in the mental hospital was the one who fired the flintlock pistol for Zhongshu.
He was indeed hiding from his enemies in a mental hospital.
My enemy is the Taiping Dao (a sect of Taoist priests).
Zhang Haocheng chuckled awkwardly:
"You might think that because I've spent so much time with mentally ill people, I've become mentally ill too."
Thank you for listening to my story. I'll be going now.
After saying that, Zhang Haocheng got up and prepared to leave.
He felt quite comfortable after saying all that.
To be honest, which psychologist doesn't have some mental issues?
He also needs guidance.
Jiang Chaosheng said calmly:
"have."
Zhang Haocheng paused for a moment, then turned around:
"What?"
Jiang Chaosheng stood up:
"There is one thing that can help you."
Zhang Haocheng's eyes widened:
"Are you kidding me?"
Could it be that the urban legend the old man was talking about is true?
He really wanted to believe it was true.
He had been thinking about this for a long time.
If there truly is a treasure in the world that can help one realize their own value, he would be willing to pay any price!
Jiang Chaosheng walked towards the back hall, while Zhang Haocheng stood nervously waiting.
After a while, Jiang Chaosheng returned, carrying a pocket watch.
Zhang Haocheng looked at the pocket watch with suspicion.
Could this pocket watch also have hypnotic properties?
The most difficult thing for a psychologist is to get into the heart of the patient. If he had such a hypnotic treasure, he felt that he would definitely become a psychology master in China!
Jiang Chaosheng placed the pocket watch on the table:
"As you might have guessed, this thing has hypnotic properties."
Zhang Haocheng carefully picked up the pocket watch.
This silver pocket watch has become tarnished and blackened. An English phrase is engraved on the cover, meaning:
"Psychotherapists are the most ruthless killers."
Zhang Haocheng opened the watch cover, and the dial had no numbers, only a single hand, like a pupil, quietly floating in the center.
Once he saw the pointer, he couldn't take his eyes off it.
A mysterious magic gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the pocket watch.
Number 3-44, the murder pocket watch.
Hypnosis can be used to distort the inner world of a hypnotized person.
This forbidden substance is only effective on humans.
Zhang Haocheng's breathing quickened, and he gripped his pocket watch tightly, fearing Jiang Chaosheng might want to go back. He asked:
"What price should I pay?"
Jiang Chaosheng looked him up and down:
"Forty years of lifespan."
Zhang Haocheng was taken aback.
Forty years of lifespan?
Isn't the price a bit too high?!
Zhang Haocheng secretly glanced at Jiang Chaosheng.
He remained calm, seemingly unconcerned about having one more or less buyer.
That's certainly true; there must be many people willing to give anything to acquire such a magical item.
Zhang Haocheng was conflicted.
This is your only chance!
He had a feeling.
If he is given time to process this matter and comes back after he has figured it out, he will probably find it very difficult to find this antique shop again.
Zhang Haocheng's guess was correct, but reality was even crueler.
If he chooses to leave without making a deal, he will be cursed by the Zero Antique Shop.
Zhang Haocheng's eyes hardened:
"Okay! I'm willing to trade!"
Jiang Chaosheng poured himself a cup of tea:
"Deal. After you die, I will retrieve the murder watch."
Zhang Haocheng was stunned:
"it is good."
......
night.
Jiang Chaosheng practiced the "Cloud-Making Technique" for a while longer until he was exhausted. Then he wiped his sweat with a towel and went to the back room.
He picked up the Soul-Sealing Magic Jar.
There's still some lifespan left inside, plus the forty years of lifespan Zhang Haocheng just traded, enough to last for two months.
"Wow, time flies, tomorrow's the day."
Jiang Chaosheng murmured.
It was clearly a day to provide spiritual power to the forbidden sculptures in the basement.
Jiang Chaosheng's gaze deepened.
The forbidden sculpture in the basement is sentient.
He had many questions he wanted to ask the forbidden sculpture.
But he also knew that the forbidden sculpture would not speak.
Each successive manager has attempted to communicate with the forbidden sculptures, but all attempts have ended in failure.
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