Chen Fei finally figured out what the other party was really up to, he pointed at himself and ventured, "You want to hypnotize me?"
The young psychological counselor said somewhat dejectedly, "That's right! Only when you're in a hypnotic state can we get the most truthful answers."
Adults have profound thoughts and cluttered minds, inevitably guarded and cautious. Only through hypnotism can one strip away various distractions and falsehoods to ultimately reach the core of the heart.
In the Blue Star industry, a top-notch master of hypnotism known as "Big Devil," Li Bai was quite confident in his techniques. If one snap of the fingers couldn't hypnotize someone, then he'd use two snaps.
But the normally infallible hypnotism unexpectedly failed on this person, causing Li Bai astonishment and a bit of a hit to his confidence.
Unless the other person was a rock, a piece of wood, or steel, there should be some effect. And yet, even when he resorted to the trump card of using a hypnotic medium, there was still no reaction, not even a tiny bit.
This was utterly unscientific!
Don't ask if the hypnotism that was akin to sorcery was scientific, if you ask, it's science!
"Shall we try again?"
Chen Fei didn't mind.
He had never been hypnotized before and was somewhat curious about the experience.
"Then let's try it again!" .net
The psychological counselor Li Bai became serious with a stern expression.
He gestured to the lady in green behind him.
"You, come!"
His hypnotism was practiced and honed over time, primarily based on inducement.
The lady in green had an innate talent, needed no suggestions or hints, and took a more direct and brutal approach to breaking through defenses.
"Look into my eyes!"
The lady in green came before Chen Fei, leaning in to exhale a fragrance as sweet as orchids, her voice enchanting.
"..."
Chen Fei felt as if her pupils changed from black to gold, then became filled with cracks, each flickering with golden light.
The lady in green spoke softly, "What do you see?"
Her unusual eye color could pull one's mind into an endless illusion, sinking into a world of strange and unpredictable phenomena.
"Big... Na Zi!"
Chen Fei really didn't want to lie, because those two patches of white were nearly bumping against his face, definitely the type that Big Bear Chekhov would like.
No sooner had he spoken than an inexplicable chill ran through him, his body hair stood on end, and his muscles involuntarily tensed up.
He didn't know what had happened, but something felt off. He seemed to need to leave immediately or prepare for the worst, preferably with a gun in hand.
With the compensation amount of 50 million Star Yuan, no worries!
"???"
Chekhov Big Bear was even more puzzled.
He scratched the back of his head, watching the retreating figure of Chen Fei, what did that mean?
...
Five minutes later, the squadron leader of the "Genuine Fragrance" Combat Flight Squadron at Aircrew Base 911, Major Chekhov Leonidovich Ivanov, stripped while sprinting, and in the end, wearing only his tiny briefs, ran onto the main runway, wiggling his waist and shaking his butt, performing his signature Bear Dance, all while loudly chanting to the rhythm.
"Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum! Dum Dum..."
It had to be "Swan Lake", no, rather, it should be "Bear Lake"!
Everyone at the Aircrew Base was stunned.
"As expected!"
Chen Fei, who was also surprised by the commotion, could hardly bear to watch that agile figure with a tiger's back and bear's waist on the main runway.
A proper public display of social death!
And the situation was quickly becoming uncontrollable.
As a member of the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron, what else could he do but silently pull out his second-hand old phone, switch to video recording mode...
"Flowers worthy to be picked should be picked, don't wait until they're gone only to pick empty branches."
"Advise you not to cherish your golden-threaded robe, advise you to cherish your youth instead."
"Has he gone mad?"
Even the always expressionless mechanic chief, Xiao Ming, couldn't help but gape in astonishment.
"Pretty much, and about to go over the edge!"
Chen Fei muttered to himself after recording for a good while.
He was beginning to understand why the two female pilots in the "Genuine Fragrance" squadron were both Type A—it spelled trouble otherwise.
In the following three days, nobody saw sight of Chekhov Big Bear.
Manager Hanna deducted this squadron leader's basic bonus for the month on the grounds of "public indecency".
The LSP Big Bear, reflecting in Solitary Confinement, smacked his lips and muttered to himself, occasionally letting out a silly chuckle.
"Nice!"
This wave wasn't a loss!
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