Han Feng thought about it and found that there was nothing special about his childhood and his memory was a little vague.
He scratched his head and said awkwardly, "I... I was still young at that time. Besides, it's been so long, how can I remember it so clearly?"
Su Qiao was really speechless.
It is really admirable that not only can he not notice that his memory is so messy and vague, but he can also automatically find excuses.
She really couldn't bear it anymore.
"Fool, you've been hypnotized."
"You are not called this name at all, and you are not a farmer or the son of a butcher. All these memories in your head are false. Someone deliberately instilled them into you. Do you understand?"
Hypnosis
Han Feng was a little dumbfounded.
"I don't understand, how can my memory be false?"
"I'm not mentally ill, how could it be fake?"
Su Qiao looked at him confidently: "I don't know whether your brain is broken or not, but your memory has been tampered with. I can guarantee it to you 100%."
Han Feng was finally shaken, but he still didn't believe that the memories in his mind were false.
It's so real.
"You're not a doctor, how can you be so sure?"
"Don't believe it?"
Su Qiao thought about it.
"I'll make you believe it later."
By the time they got down the rocky mountain and reached the valley between the two mountains, it was almost dark.
Fortunately, Mo Jin had made a tinderbox using bamboo tubes and cattails the night before, so he didn't have to make fire on the spur of the moment.
This was their second night in the forest.
Fortunately, they found a small stream again and did not die of thirst, but unfortunately, they still had no idea where they were.
After a day of hard hiking, everyone's spirits were not as good as yesterday. They looked tired and quieter.
Wang Yanqiu originally wanted to order Han Feng to wash the fruit for her, but after looking at Su Qiao, she closed her mouth, turned around and went to the river by herself.
Su Qiao took Han Feng to the edge of the woods, and quickly and swiftly picked up a large bundle of dry branches. Then, he took him to the river to wash his hands and face.
Ever since Su Qiao said that there was something wrong with his memory, Han Feng was in a daze and confused all the way.
He kept thinking back on his experiences from childhood to adulthood, but the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed to him, and many things could not stand up to careful scrutiny.
"Don't just stand there, follow me."
After washing her hands and face, Su Qiao pulled the man who was still in a daze, and motioned him to follow her upstream of the stream.
Han Feng blinked, came back to his senses, and responded stupidly: "Oh."
The two of them walked one after the other and soon reached a place a little upstream.
By the stream, Wang Yanqiu had taken off her sweater and was wearing only a white vest. She was squatting by the water, splashing her arms with the cool stream water.
Han Feng was stunned for a moment, stopped, and turned around suddenly.
Su Qiao glanced at him, walked lightly towards Wang Yanqiu, and pinched her jaw before she could come to her senses.
Wang Yanqiu was frightened half to death, but could not speak, and could only utter vague angry and fearful protests.
Su Qiao ignored her completely, hit her on the back of the neck lightly, then pricked her with a few needles on certain special acupuncture points on her body, and hypnotized her while she was dizzy.
Su Qiao used the meridian and acupoint hypnosis method which has been passed down from ancient times to the present day.
Hearing the sound, Han Feng slowly turned his head curiously.
Seeing Wang Yanqiu in Su Qiao's hands, like a puppet, nodding with dull and blurred eyes, he was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Even when Su Qiao pulled him away, he was still looking back at the woman with dull eyes by the stream.