“Ding~ding~"
The sound of a clear chime echoed in his ears, gradually bringing Cui En Hao's consciousness back.
He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy, like iron blocks.
"You can open your eyes now."
A strange male voice, laced with a hint of amusement, spoke.
Cui En Hao blinked hard, finally managing to open his eyes.
Where was he?
He looked around. The lights were dim, the space spacious, with an office desk, a nameplate, and a computer. It seemed to be an office.
But something felt off.
Wasn't he hiding from bullets in a restaurant?
And why couldn't he move his hands and feet?
Before he could figure it out, a surge of memories flooded his mind, almost making him faint.
Cui En Hao felt a wave of nausea, but quickly regained his composure.
He had crossed over, it was the year 2000, and he was in the peninsula.
He had been making a "legitimate" living on the North 墨 border, and life was decent.
He didn't expect to encounter a riot. The 嘟饭 and the government forces were clashing, and the last thing he saw before closing his eyes was a flying bullet.
Thankfully, he had crossed over to a relatively developed and safe place.
This body was also named Cui En Hao, 25 years old, a prosecutor from the Seoul Central District Prosecutor's Office, Criminal Division Six.
He looked around in confusion, a sense of doubt creeping into his heart: Why was he here? As his thoughts swirled, a hazy memory surfaced.
Apparently, he had accompanied a lawyer named Li Xuan Mei to seek psychological counseling that day.
At the same time, he had taken this opportunity to delve deeper into this psychological counseling agency, secretly investigating a case involving the sale of illegal drugs.
As for Li Xuan Mei, he vaguely remembered her as his college junior.
However, he couldn't recall any other information about her. Where was she?
Cui En Hao tried to turn his eyes, hoping to get a better understanding of his surroundings. Though his body was paralyzed, his eyes could still move.
His gaze swept across the room, eventually landing on the large recliner next to him. On the recliner, a young woman lay half-undressed.
At that moment, the man who had spoken before walked up to the woman, using a spoon to gently tap a glass cup, producing a crisp "ding~ding~" sound.
He must be the psychologist. Was he the one selling illegal drugs?
As if sensing Cui En Hao's movements, the psychologist turned his head and stood beside him, his face close to Cui En Hao's.
"Well, it's good you're conscious."
The man in the white coat smiled maliciously: "You'll get to see how I play with you, your girlfriend will enjoy the show."
He lightly used the spoon to poke Cui En Hao's chest and abdomen, his tongue licking over his dry lips, a wicked satisfaction in his voice: "Such a perfect body, if I were to harvest the organs after, and sell them to desperate people, I'd surely earn a good profit."
Cui En Hao's heart skipped a beat. These disgusting words were chilling, intensely uncomfortable!
He widened his eyes, staring at the psychologist in disbelief.
You have a beautiful girl right there but you want to pick up soap.
That's messed up!
From the sound of it, he's going to chop you up for organs after?
This doctor not only sells drugs, but also traffics human organs?
This is a big case!!!
While Cui En Hao was still immersed in shock, the doctor's actions made him increasingly terrified.
His shirt was ripped open roughly, cold fingers grazed his pectoral muscles, sending shivers down his spine.
He forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation. He didn't feel the effects of any anesthetic, and his consciousness was crystal clear, only his body was paralyzed.
Combining the "dings" he heard earlier, he suddenly understood everything—he had been hypnotized!
Cui En Hao's mind instantly recalled his time in Mexico, where he had made a living among local gangs. While the gangs primarily ruled with force, hypnosis was also a common tactic they used.
He had been fortunate enough to witness it, and thus learned some methods of breaking hypnosis.
He knew that to break free from this evil hypnosis, he had to stay alert, distract his focus, and then affirm himself resolutely.
As long as he could complete the last step, breaking the subconscious trust in the hypnotist, he could regain control of his body.
Cui En Hao was highly alert. His focus was being diverted by the surroundings, and now, he desperately needed a force of self-affirmation.
He did his best to sense his body's condition, while simultaneously engaging in deep self-suggestion.
His pupils dilated, and a sentence echoed repeatedly in his mind:
"I am vast and profound!" "I am vast and profound!"
This was his greatest affirmation of himself.
At this time, the perverted psychologist took a bottle of pills from the desk drawer, poured out a pill into his palm, and then tapped the glass cup twice.
"Eat this," he said excitedly.
Cui En Hao's heart skipped a beat, could it be one of those drugs that make you drowsy?
Cui En Hao's inner self was resisting fiercely, he wanted to clench his jaw shut.
However, his right hand involuntarily raised, pinched the red pill and put it in his mouth, his Adam's apple moved up and down as he swallowed.
At that moment, a spark of light appeared in Cui En Hao's eyes. He could feel his fingers!
He was going to regain control of his body!
He couldn't fall here!