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This time, Nan Zhuren's snap of his fingers wasn't done using his own [Hypnotherapy - Beginner].

During hypnosis, when the hypnotist gives clear instructions in an authoritative tone, the client's brain receives and accepts this "task" and treats it as a procedure that needs to be performed.

The execution of a task naturally requires a triggering signal, much like the start signal gun at the beginning of a sprint.

This instruction doesn't necessarily have to be a "snap"; it can be any other clear, sudden signal of separation. The key is to allow the visitor to transition from their current state to the next task.

However, "snapping" is more convenient and can basically meet all the requirements of this step.

In many films and television shows, there are often imitations of the "snap" gesture, as if the action itself possesses some kind of magic.

As Nan Zhuren snapped his fingers for the last time, the visitor seemed to be awakened... no, not "awakened".

It was as if it had been "startled asleep".

She immediately calmed down, her breathing becoming slow and steady.

At the same time, her closed eyes kept turning slightly, and even her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

It was as if some image was being projected onto those closed eyelids.

"What scene did you see?" Nan Zhuren asked directly.

"...There's nothing there..." the visitor replied, but then, as if his gaze had finally focused, he added, "...No..."

"There seems to be something blurry... but there's only a little light and shadow, a slight vibration..."

The visitor spoke very vaguely.

Nan Zhuren was quite satisfied with this reaction.

We've made great progress to this point, and the next steps of exploration shouldn't be too difficult; digging deeper is quite easy.

So he put it directly: "No scenario? Great—that's okay, we'll keep trying to explore."

"You don't need to do anything, you just need to feel and experience."

Nan Zhuren firmly grasped the rhythm of hypnosis.

He's very close to achieving his goal for today's consultation.

The visitor's "vision" was as blurry as glass covered with moisture, so Nan Zhuren wiped it clean little by little.

Nan Zhuren asked, "Is the scene you're experiencing now daytime or nighttime?"

"……night……"

Is it indoors or outdoors?

The visitor's eyelids twitched violently: "...outdoors..."

Can you feel yourself?

"……Can……"

Nan Zhuren stared at the visitor: "How old are you now? Are you an adult or a child?"

"...Child...Ugh!"

Every question and answer leaves a clear view on the glass.

When part of the scene behind the glass was finally glimpsed, in a single instant, a moment that seemed both abrupt and destined.

Everything became as clear as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun.

……

"...Cold...So cold..."

The visitor's voice began to sob.

Her body was still relaxed at this moment, her fingers spread out and her shoulders slack.

But her voice was filled with panic, as if someone from another time and another world was telling Nan Zhuren a story through her throat.

"...I'm soaked to the bone, I can't stand up..." Nan Zhuren felt joy, but more so seriousness.

The counselor took a deep breath: "You feel cold, are soaked in sweat, and can't stand up. Where are you? What's around you?"

"...I'm at home, on the roof of my house..."

The visitor suddenly coughed, as if he had choked on water.

"...It's raining, and the water on the ground is up to my feet..."

"I grabbed onto my chimney... but I'm not very strong, I'm only six years old... I'm cold, hungry, and tired..."

Six years old?

Nan Zhuren remembered this keyword, recalled the age of the visitor, and mentally rewound the timeline.

That's right, what the visitor is talking about now is the same traumatic childhood experience that Dr. Hu from the hospital once mentioned to him.

flood.

However, even when talking to their superiors at work, the visitors only treated this as a simple background and never discussed the relevant details.

Nan Zhuren could even make a preliminary determination that this might be the first time the client had talked about this trauma with someone else—even if it was in the form of a "hypnotic" recollection.

“You were on the roof, you grabbed onto the chimney in the flood.” Nan Zhuren further anchored the scene and encouraged, “Very good, you tried very hard to protect yourself.”

He then guided the conversation further: "Besides you, is there anyone else?"

"There are... Dad, Mom, little brother... Mom is holding little brother, Dad is holding Mom... They are a little far away from me... getting farther and farther away..."

The visitor first identifies the characters, and then further elaborates on their behaviors and relationships.

Nan Zhuren recalled the files of the visitors she had read and continued, "Okay, Dad, Mom, and younger brother, aren't they on the roof?"

"They're not here... They're in another place, far away from me, getting farther and farther away..."

"And then, what happened?"

"Woo..."

The visitor's expression contorted, first on his forehead, then on his lips, and then spreading to his entire face.

"...Mommy was scared. Mommy was calling my name. Mommy wanted to come and hug me...but, but..."

"...Dad held Mom back, not letting her come over..."

Nan Zhuren paused, trying hard to keep her voice completely neutral and calm, without any emotion: "Your mother called your name, your father pulled him back, they moved further and further away from you—and then what?"

The visitor's body finally began to respond.

Her fingers tightened, and her body trembled uncontrollably: "...a wave...a huge wave is crashing in."

"I...I closed my eyes, I was so scared...I clung to the chimney on the roof...and when I opened my eyes again..."

Whoosh.

The visitor's body suddenly calmed down, and her voice became flat and detached.

He begins to describe something like a neutral narrator: "...they just disappeared."

Nan Zhuren's gaze quickly scanned the visitor's body to determine whether the other party needed to return to her "safe haven".

However, the visitor seems to have already activated their subconscious defense mechanisms.

After thinking for a moment, Nan Zhuren asked, "A huge wave crashed in, and your father, mother, and younger brother all disappeared. How do you feel right now?"

In real life, let alone in a counseling room, asking such a question in a casual conversation could easily get you beaten up.

However, since we are currently in a hypnotic state, this kind of ruthless exploration is actually a standard.

The visitor said in a numb tone, "It's empty, all empty. There's only water and my crying all around."

The visitor said, "They 'abandoned' me."

(End of this chapter)