"Brother, I want to go too!"
"Sure."
Luo Xiaoli walked up and, under Alvis's guidance, closed her eyes, pressing her back tightly against the streetlight.
It was the same old rhetoric, tedious and complicated, immersive words and emotional manipulation, the towel falling into warm water, touch and hearing, blindness in the darkness.
Jiang Cheng lowered his head and fiddled with his phone.
He didn't notice that the girl on stage, under constant guidance, had her brows furrowed slightly, as if she were in some discomfort.
One minute passed, two minutes passed...
The magnetic voice kept ringing out, and the onlookers didn't dare to breathe, because Luo Xiaoli's fingers were trembling uncontrollably, and an inexplicable emotion and repression were swirling in her mind.
Jiang Cheng looked up and noticed that her face was extremely pale and her breathing was becoming more and more rapid, but with a sense of panic that she was about to suffocate.
A muscle on her pale neck twitched incessantly, as if it were convulsing violently. Alvis didn't stop talking; instead, his words became increasingly forceful, truly drawing her into the situation.
The psychological suggestion seems to have really worked.
In the pitch-black world of her mind, Luo Xiaoli suddenly felt an overwhelming, deathly sorrow wash over her like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing her. She felt as if she were drowning in the deep sea, with no choice but to die, no possibility of rescue, only despair.
The gushing blood, a vibrant red, slid onto the ground and pooled into a thick, brown stain that soaked her front.
However, she couldn't even raise her hand to cover the wound that was causing her life to slip away.
Luo Xiaoli suddenly opened her eyes, looking at the world in a daze. She gasped for breath, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, her back soaked with cold sweat. The street was still a street, and the onlookers were terrified because her body had just trembled so violently.
Jiang Cheng quickly stepped forward, hugged her, patted her back, and gently comforted her.
He took out a tissue from his pocket and wiped the sweat from the girl's face, telling her not to be afraid, that it was all fake.
After a long while, Luo Xiaoli finally came to her senses and let out a breath. "That scared me to death. I'll never play a game like that again."
"I'm not playing anymore." He was about to leave the stall with his sister.
However, that magnetic voice rang out behind him, Alvis said.
"There are only two possibilities for someone who can be so easily influenced by suggestion: either they are a person who is easily influenced by suggestion, or their suggestion response has flaws that have been completely destroyed and then rebuilt..."
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