He opened the cover of his pocket watch, and it made a pleasant "ding" sound.

Number 7's attention was instantly drawn.

"Count with me, one second, two seconds, three seconds..."

"One second, two seconds, three seconds..."

Number 7 spoke involuntarily. As he recited more and more numbers, his vision began to blur. Gradually, the only thing left in his eyes was the watch in the doctor's hand.

The dial seemed to be growing larger.

Until the end, his entire world seemed to be filled with this watch.

Number 7's voice became increasingly dull and mechanical. He no longer just counted the seconds, but instinctively nodded, replied, and agreed to whatever the doctor said.

"You must answer whatever I ask you next. Don't hide anything."

"I'll answer whatever you ask. Yeah, I'm willing." No. 7 said blankly.

"bite"

The dial closed with a crisp sound, and No. 7's face regained a bit of spirit, but he was still staring at the pocket watch.

At this time, Doctor Luo smiled and asked.

"Number 7, what are you most afraid of?"

"I'm most afraid of... the elderly, children, and black plastic bags." No. 7 answered truthfully.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Emotional deficiency disorder. I am indifferent to everyone." No. 7 answered again.

These two questions are used to test whether hypnosis is successful.

After hearing this, Doctor Luo glanced at the medical record in his hand, nodded with satisfaction, and continued to ask, "Number 7, what is the most impressive and unforgettable thing in your life?"

"They could be a thrilling experience, the most vicious thing you've ever done, or your most terrifying memory."

"Tell me every detail of that incident and tell me about it carefully, will you?"

"That..." No. 7 nodded blankly and began to recall seriously.

After a moment, he spoke: "Once I was delivering goods in the countryside. It was winter, the road was dark, and there were no street lights in the remote area."

"On the way back to Dong, I bumped into an elderly woman. The food and rice in the thermos she was carrying had spilled all over the floor. She must have been rushing to Dong to deliver food to someone overnight."

"I knocked her back more than a meter, her head was broken, and her legs seemed to be broken. She lay on the ground, screaming and crying."

"I drove away, but before I had gone far I saw in the rearview mirror that the old woman had sat up and was staring at the direction I was leaving. She was memorizing my license plate number!"

"I didn't dare to run away like that, so I backed up and drove over the road twice, until I could no longer hear the spitting sound and then left."

"I was actually very scared and nervous at the time. My palms were sweaty and I was terrified!"

"If I'm discovered, I'm done."

After listening to No. 7's story, Doctor Luo smiled and said, "No. 7, this isn't your fault. Your illness itself is a lack of emotion and a loss of empathy. You don't have any psychological burden. You are right, and my mistakes...are just symptoms."

Number 7 was stunned for a moment, and the remaining trace of guilt in his eyes disappeared: "Thank you, doctor, I've suffered a lot since you told me this."

"No, there will be follow-up treatment later, which will make you feel completely relieved." Doctor Luo said meaningfully.

At this time, a man in a white coat walked out of the darkness. As he approached step by step, his body gradually became hunched, and he turned into an old woman.

The old woman sat down on a stool, holding a lunch box in her hand. On the lunch box was a photo of another old person.

"Anything else?" Doctor Luo glanced at the old man and continued to ask.

Number 7 kept his eyes on Dr. Luo and his pocket watch, and seemed not to notice the old man's appearance at all.

"Another time, I rented a house in an old residential complex..."