Extremely Evil Hypnotist

The Prologue to "The Ruthless Hypnotist" :

Rose City, Jiqi City, Bucks Airport. At 3:30 AM local time on September 9th, 2004,

a man in a slightly worn tan trench coat stood by the self-service phone in the lobby.

"Hello, could you please tell Tiger I've arrived? Keep an eye on my mom for me. Thanks."

This man, nicknamed "Fly," had attended university for a few years. He had taught himself hypnosis in the university library
and used it for various illegal activities. Later, he joined a gang and used hypnosis to help
the gang leader a lot, almost becoming his right-hand man, until he made a big mistake. Otherwise, the boss would have been somewhat considerate of him,
otherwise he wouldn't have paid for his plane ticket.

"Brother Fly, the boss is looking out for you. If you don't have a place to stay, you can go to the Flying Dragon Martial Arts School in Chinatown
. I've already made arrangements for you."

After exchanging farewells, the man ordered a coffee and a local newspaper from the counter.

"Sir, here's your newspaper, please take it with you. Your coffee will be ready soon."

The receptionist was about 25 years old, with a nice face and a few freckles, and a sweet voice. Fly
glanced at her from under his hat, a strange smile creeping onto his lips. The lobby was nearly empty at this time; some
foreigners picking up passengers were even dozing off in their chairs.

"I'll sit over there. Please bring your coffee over when it's ready."

Fly deliberately pointed to a table in the corner.

When the girl brought the coffee over, she noticed the passenger examining a gold pocket watch.

"Sir, your coffee."

"Thank you, I'll leave it here. Um… could I trouble you with something else? You see, I really need
someone . Could you be my listener?"

Despite a hint of wariness, the receptionist sensed from Fly's tone that this passenger might genuinely
need her attention, and she was also curious about the passenger and the pocket watch in her hand.

"Sure, but I can only talk to you for a little while. There are other passengers who need service."

She sat down opposite Fly.

Fly let out a sigh of relief. He looked genuinely distressed.

"Hmm...where should I begin?"

He scratched his head, then said as if suddenly deciding on something, "Right, let's start with this pocket watch
. I noticed you noticed it too. This isn't an ordinary pocket watch. Many years ago, an old man gave
it to me and told me..."

Fly guided the waiter's gaze with a slow, low voice, while simultaneously holding the pocket watch to
a suitable position.

"This watch is special in some ways, I think so myself..."

The waiter stared at the pocket watch, not noticing anything particularly special, only that it
was very well-maintained and so shiny... Fly secretly rejoiced at the waiter's keen senses.

"Come on, look at it carefully, I think you'll find it..."

"I think you need to focus your attention more on your eyes to find anything..."

"Now I'll start shaking it, see if that helps you find anything, let's look again..."

Fly began to slowly sway the pocket watch from side to side, maintaining
a connection between his words and the waiter's reactions. Soon, he noticed the waiter's eyelids began to tremble.

"Your eyelids are so tired, they feel like they're filled with lead... they feel like they're filled with lead, even though you still want to
look at my pocket watch a little longer, your eyelids are just so heavy..."

Fly seemed about to say something more, but seeing that the waiter's eyelids had already closed up, he excitedly
licked his lips.

"You're lying in your own bed now, working the night shift must be tiring, right?
It feels so good to be able to relax in bed after work..."

"If you agree, just nod..."

He nodded slightly.

"You're still lying in your own bed, completely relaxed, and the feeling of relaxation is so good, you feel like
you 're sinking deeper and deeper, but you can always hear my voice because it makes you even more
relaxed and comfortable..."

"If you agree, just nod..."

He nodded slightly again.

"When I ask you questions, you'll answer truthfully, you know?"

The waiter nodded again.

"What's your name?"

"Fiona... my name is..."

"Okay, Fiona, how long have you been working here?"

"Half a year..."

Fiona answered Fly's various trivial questions in a dreamlike voice. Fly learned that she lived
not far from Chinatown, and her roommate was away on business these days, while her car was parked in
the airport underground parking lot.

Through a series of questions and answers, Fiona responded conditionally to Fly's questions, and Fly's questions became
increasingly intimate.

"Fiona, does your boyfriend satisfy you? You know, I mean... in bed."

"Ugh... John is very considerate, but sometimes he won't take the initiative to say things I'm too shy to say
... "

"What positions do you and John usually use..."

"He likes me on top of him... but I don't like it... I always get very nervous..."

Fly glanced at his pocket watch; about half an hour had passed. During that time, an old bald man passed by the service counter, scratched his head when he didn't
see anyone, and sat down next to it. Fly pondered what might go wrong if he let it go on too long. Dawn was approaching,
but the main steps were almost complete. He looked at Fiona, whose cheeks were flushed from imagining pleasure under the bed,
and couldn't help but smile.

"Fiona, as you listen to me count, you will slowly wake up. When you wake up, you
will feel exceptionally good. You won't remember what I asked you just now. After you get off work, you will pack your things and go to the garage to drive your car.
But once you get in the car and insert the key, you will return to this completely relaxed state.
Repeat after me..."

"After work... pack your things... drive... insert the key, and you will return to this completely relaxed
state... yes, I will..."

Then Fly woke Fiona from the hypnosis, telling her how grateful he was that someone could listen to his
story . After expressing his gratitude, he reminded her that the bald man over there had been waiting for a long time.

"Oh no, that's our manager!"

Fiona quickly ran to explain to the bald manager, and Fly immediately waved in agreement. The bald, fat man gave
a stiff smile in return, and Fiona made a face behind his back.

After everything was over, Fly sipped his coffee and browsed the local newspaper. Like the Hong Kong newspapers, it was mostly
about trivial matters, but it was perfect for passing the time.

Chapter 1 Chinatown

Episode 1 6-Hour Girlfriend (Part 1)

Rose City, Jiqi City, Buck Airport Local time September 9, 2004, 7:30 AM

Another night's work was over. Feeling relaxed, Fiona changed into casual clothes and stepped out of the elevator. She
wondered if she should do something before going to sleep. Although the deputy manager in the lobby had said a few words to her today, she
was still in a relaxed mood. Thinking of the bald man's angry red face, she couldn't help but smile.

Inadvertently, she noticed a familiar figure standing by the parking lot security booth. Wasn't
that the strange guy who had caused her to get scolded earlier?

Fly, of course, noticed his prey and pointed to the fat security guard, saying to Fiona, "Ah, my
friend's here, but looks like she's still angry with me?"

"Why didn't she turn around and just walk past?"

"I have to catch up, or I'll have to walk all the way to Chinatown."

"Haha, goodbye, buddy."

Fiona could feel Fly approaching her from behind, so she quickened her pace and ran to her
old red sports car, opened the door, sat down, and inserted the key she had prepared beforehand...

Fly followed with small steps to the car, leaned down, and whispered in Fiona's ear in the same low voice,
telling her to get out, get in the passenger seat, fasten her seatbelt, and fall into a deep sleep. Then Fly got into the driver's seat and
started the engine.

The security guard not far away shook his head: "You really don't understand young people these days..."

The road from the airport was relatively clear, and Fly quickly got used to Fiona's car. The airport avenue
was mainly farms, and beyond that were some ranches, but they didn't seem to be in use at the moment, apparently in the grazing season.

After passing a few more intersections, there were hardly any other vehicles on the road. Fly spotted a small grove of trees by the roadside,
so he carefully drove off the main road and quietly parked in the woods.

After confirming the surroundings, Fly returned to the car.

The brief hypnosis he had undergone at the airport might not have reached a sufficient depth, so Fly continued to conduct further deep hypnosis on Fiona
through . This audio recording was made by Fly himself; it was
one of the few tools he had preserved after his accident. The main ones had been destroyed by his boss, a thought that
pained .

After all, out with the old, in with the new. Looking at the waiter in front of him, dressed in tight jeans and a low-cut t-shirt,
Fly couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Fly removed Fiona's headphones and began to speak: "Fiona, can you hear my voice?"

"Yes... I can..."

"I'm speaking directly to your subconscious now. Whatever I say, you will accept it."

"I... I will accept it..."

"I am your closest friend."

"I... my closest... friend..."

"You will consider all my suggestions to be correct, even after you wake up."

"Your suggestions... are correct... even after I wake up..."

After some events, Fly no longer imposed concepts like "slave" or "obedience" on those he hypnotized
, because he saw these things as merely ways to satisfy his personal vanity, although he had to admit that
when he first entered the demonic path, many people called him "master."

"Remember this feeling. The next time you hear me say 'A Ferrari for Two,' this
feeling will permeate your entire body, and you will enter this deep hypnotic state again."

"Hearing...a...Ferrari for two...and...I...fall asleep..."

"Very good, you deserve a reward."

"A reward..."

"That is my caress. Imagine yourself as a kitten, yearning for my touch...my
caress will be your greatest reward..."

"The reward...is the caress...I'm like a kitten...yearning for caresses..."

"When you hear me say 'start,' begin counting from one to ten. Each time you finish a number, you
become more and more awake. When you reach ten, you will be fully awake. In your awake state, you will not remember anything from the hypnosis
."

"Say 'start'...count...awaken...forget...things from the hypnosis..."

"Start."

"One...two...three..."

Fiona, as if waking from a dream, was completely bewildered, then she stared at the fly strangely.

"Hello, I'm your friend, remember?"

Fiona looked at this person she had only met today, racking her brains for memories. Although Fly didn't exist in her
memory, a voice inside told her that this was her closest friend, someone she could be completely open with.

"You'll agree with what I'm saying, right?"

"Yes." Fiona's words surprised even herself. What's wrong with me? she wondered.

"Don't think too much, Fiona. Try to relax, think about something happy and exciting, like
...

having sex with your boyfriend." Fly finished speaking and began to observe the changes in Fiona's face.

"Fiona, have you forgotten your reward?"

"Reward?"

She had no recollection of the hypnosis.

"Hmm, it seems you have forgotten, but I'll still give you my reward, like this..."

Fly began to stroke the back of Fiona's neck, then her back. Fiona felt an electric-like
pleasure throughout her body, a feeling she had never experienced before.

"Ah...so comfortable...ah..."

"Come on, unbuckle your seatbelt and sit on me. I have even more to give you."

Fiona eagerly unbuckled her seatbelt and jumped towards Fly, but Fly was faster,
somersaulting onto the sofa in the back seat.

"How naughty!"

Fiona tried to jump over from her seat, but tripped over the backrest, losing her
balance Fly caught her.

"Haha, that's how you catch my little kitten."

Fly's hands began to caress her more intensely, and Fiona trembled with excitement in response.

"Ah... um..."

Her eyes began to glaze over, her whole body went limp in Fly's arms, trembling slightly and emitting
excited moans.

Fly's fingers roamed over her body; although the caresses through her clothes were pleasurable
, removing them allowed for more intimate contact.

"Fiona, if you take off your clothes, you'll feel
the pleasure my caresses give you even more."

Fiona, as if suddenly awakening from her daze, began to pull at her shirt. Fly took the opportunity to slip his
hand inside, helping the almost out-of-control Fiona remove her pink t-shirt, while simultaneously
kneading her breasts.

"Ah... um... pants... quick..."

After unbuttoning her jeans, Fly saw a large wet patch on Fiona's light-colored underpants.

"Ah... ah... um... ah..."

Primal instincts overwhelmed Fiona; she kissed Fly passionately and began frantically tearing off his outer garment.

"Ah...I want..."

But just as she was consumed by desire, Fly laid her down on the sofa.

"Fiona, are you really craving to make love to me right now?"

"Yes!"

"Fiona, you have a boyfriend, is this the right thing to do?"

Fiona sat there as if doused with cold water, her chest still heaving violently, her face deathly pale.

"But your desire for my caresses is so intense...it's really painful."

Fiona slumped on the sofa, biting her lip, her face flushing and paling by turns, tears
welling up .

"Ugh ,"

she was on the verge of tears.

Fly leaned down and kissed Fiona, his arms encircling her waist.

"Of course, we are the closest of friends, I won't tell anyone about this. My dear Fiona."

Then, as if a torrent had erupted, Fiona grabbed Fly, letting him press down on her without reservation.

Her breathing became even more rapid. At this moment, she even thanked the gods for giving her such a "closest
friend"

and was moved to tears. Fly felt that sometimes people's hearts were so fragile, but he was also somewhat intoxicated by the atmosphere
he had created. Everything that should have happened, and shouldn't have happened, happened just like that.

"Ha...ah...so hot...don't stop!..."

Fiona was the kind of girl with a great figure that was immediately noticeable. Fly now realized that not only were her lines beautiful, but
her body was also very strong. As she approached her climax, Fiona twisted her waist passionately, almost causing Fly to lose control.

"Honey!...Oh!!...Honey, ha, ha, oh ah!!!!"

Just as Fly slowed down, Fiona suddenly reached her climax. Fiona's violent contractions still made Fly lose
control, and with a flash of electricity, he ejaculated in a gushing stream. A surge of heat rushed into her body, causing
Fiona, who had already climaxed, to clamp her legs tightly around Fly and shake her whole body violently, moaning continuously.

He had originally planned to do it a few more times, but he could save it for later. This girl was worth keeping in touch with.

Fiona was still immersed in the afterglow of pleasure. Her freckles were more noticeable after the climax, making her look
even cuter. Fly stroked her hair, and she closed her eyes and smiled contentedly, prompting Fly to stroke it a few more times.

This girl probably never imagined something like this would happen before today, Fly thought strangely, feeling no guilt
whatsoever . A mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Hmm... Hi?" Fiona didn't miss his question.

"Hmm?" He feigned surprise.

"Um... I'm sorry... what should I call you?"

"Ah, just call me Fly."

Episode 2: 6-Hour Girlfriend (Part 2)

Rose City, Gitche City Farm to Chinatown Highway Local time, September 9, 2004, 10:00 AM.

After the storm had passed, Fiona was now driving. At first, when she suggested driving, Fly found it strange
, only implying that she was a "friend." It was common sense for a man to drive when friends were together.

He hadn't learned a detail when he hypnotized Fiona, and now that detail
completely ruined his idea of taking a nap in the passenger seat—Fiona was a speed demon.

If you hadn't experienced speeds approaching 200 km/h, you'd be like a fly right now; I guarantee his
heart was in his throat.

"How was that turn?" Fiona, engrossed in the speed, completely failed to notice that Fly's face was
only slightly more yellow than dirt. "Yo—hoo!"

"Cool…very cool!"

This guy was stubborn; although he felt like he was about to collapse at any moment, as long as he persevered, next time
should be better.

After exiting the highway, he had a feeling. The first thing Fly said after entering Fiona's place was that he also
felt incredibly pathetic—where was the restroom? Life isn't easy, so let's be understanding.

He knew better than anyone that he could stop the car immediately with just one sentence; in fact, he had
several impulses to ask Fiona to slow down, but he had always managed to restrain himself.

After splattering all the coffee and pastries from the airport,
Fly felt somewhat better and let out a long sigh.

His gaping mouth remained open for at least ten seconds.

Fiona, with a towel around her neck and completely naked, appeared in the doorway.
She simply smiled easily at the exaggeratedly dressed Fly, then went straight to the bathtub, turned on the tap, and started showering.

A moment later, Fly realized that he had previously
hinted . Steam began to fill the small bathroom, and Fly felt a slight throbbing pain in
his groin. "You made me sick from the change in environment while we were racing, a little revenge isn't too much to ask, is it?

" "Fiona."

"What is it, Fly?"

"I don't know why, but you suddenly really want to masturbate in front of me, don't you?"

Fiona stopped drying her hair, rolled her eyes, and looked thoughtful.

"Huh? It does seem... a little... there, you don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not, I'll appreciate your performance like an artist."

"Okay, then you'd better watch carefully..."

Through the steam, Fiona's left hand slowly slid towards her private parts, while her right hand rubbed her small but...
Her breasts were very firm.

"Oh...so good, are you looking...oh...look..."

Her right hand began to thrust in and out with a little force, each time bringing out more liquid, indistinguishable between bathwater and
bodily fluids.

"Do you realize you're about to climax, just a little bit away?"

"Ugh...ugh...almost, almost there...yes...I..."

Fiona could no longer stand, her graceful body slowly sliding down against the bathroom wall. She sat in the bathtub,
spreading her legs and masturbating in front of Fly.

"But now you find that climax is getting further and further away from you, and you feel a kind of emptiness without pleasure."

"Ugh..." A sense of emptiness immediately enveloped Fiona.

What's wrong? What's wrong with her body? Why did it suddenly stop?

"Look at me, you need my caresses, only in this way can you achieve what you want."

As he spoke, Fly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the man's pectoral muscles. Fiona, ignoring the shower gel
foam on her body, pounced on him.

Fiona's body was moist and warm, her skin supple, exuding
the scent of a woman's sweat and shower gel. She was passionate and proactive in her courtship. Her breasts pressed against Fly's upper body; her
heart seemed to want to burst forth from her body, her passion astonishing Fly.

After another passionate encounter, Fly and Fiona showered together, then Fly left her house. While showering,
Fiona clung to him like a kitten, letting Fly's hands roam freely, causing her to tremble slightly. Her
eyes held a look of happiness.

It was this look of happiness that made Fly make a decision: he would make Fiona forget everything. He
told Fiona of his plan.

"Please! No! I don't want to forget you!"

Fiona cried like a helpless girl, unsure of her own true feelings. And what were her true feelings
? She didn't know either. Fly didn't know either; all he knew was that it was time to say goodbye.

"I won't forget you..." Fiona said, exhausted from crying.

"You will, come, look into my eyes..."

Episode 3: The Dragon's Gym,

Rose City, Gigi City, Stag Airport. At 12:30 PM local time on September 9th, 2004

, after confirming his appearance once more, Fly went to the address provided by his boss,
the Flying Dragon Martial Arts Gym, where he had been assigned accommodation.

He found the number; it was a rented space on the second floor of an old public activity center. Fly followed the rusted
handrail up the stairs and suddenly saw a huge dragon pattern. Looking closer, he realized that
the gate to the gym must be below this pattern. It was

a Chinese dragon; half of its body was fierce and menacing, while the other half was hidden in the clouds,
appearing reserved.

Fly placed his hand on this mysterious pattern, lost in thought.

A series of thumping footsteps came from below. Fly turned his head and found a group of people standing behind him.

Leading them was a middle-aged man dressed in traditional Chinese clothing, exuding a sense of grandeur.

At the same time, the large door adorned with a giant dragon pattern swung open with a deafening roar. Inside, a
tense atmosphere prevailed. Leading the group was a young man in a yellow, tight-fitting tracksuit, not very tall,
but exuding a powerful aura of battle.

"You've arrived," the man in yellow said.

"Enough talk, let's fight!" the man in the middle-aged suit said.

"With him?" the man in yellow asked, referring to Fly.

"Enough nonsense, I don't know him!"

The exchange was utterly absurd.

"You two! Who knew I'd already evaporated?!" Spurred by this confrontation between heroes, Fly shouted.

"You have no right to speak here!" the man in the middle-aged suit stepped forward, slapping Fly with his sidehand.

Fly, not wanting to be a weakling, immediately spun around and dodged, striking
the attacker .

"Hmph! So ruthless!? Then don't blame me for striking even harder!"

Fly hadn't expected the man to speak so calmly in such a situation. He sensed something was wrong,
but being in mid-air, he had nowhere to dodge, and was thus struck hard on the back by the man's fist.

He groaned and passed out.

After an unknown amount of time, Fly slowly awoke. In his hazy state, he felt that the figure before him was so familiar, with eyes
as clear as water . His trembling hand reached forward...

"You've been unconscious for about a day, brother."

A man's voice?

Startled, Fly immediately became alert. Before him was indeed a handsome man, but his
eyes were so... submissive... The man wore a traditional blue Chinese robe,
looking like a scholar from an ancient costume film.

"You must be Fly?" Another voice came from the doorway.

The young man in yellow from before walked briskly to the bed where Fly had been lying.

"I am the owner of this martial arts school, Li Long. You can call me A-Long." After a brief self-introduction,
he turned to the young man in blue. "This is Luo Li, the successor of the Tianmen Qi Circulation Technique. He's the one who helped you circulate your Qi and open your acupoints just now."

The young man in blue smiled calmly at him.

"You flatter me."

"I know the general situation of yours. You can stay here with complete peace of mind. The most important
thing for a martial artist is to have a heart that can help all the heroes in the world!"

Thinking that he probably couldn't be considered a hero, Fly gave an awkward smile in return.

"Then I'll have to be lenient with you from now on, Master Long."

"You're too kind. When we're traveling, we rely on friends. Brother Fly, please feel free to make yourself at home here."

This martial arts school was about the size of three basketball courts, including the front and back. Entering from the main gate, you would find the main hall of the school.
Behind it, there were separate changing rooms for men and women, as well as a bathhouse. In addition, there were two small reception halls and several small private rooms.

The martial arts master, Li Long, lived in a small apartment not far away. Every morning, he would arrive before everyone else to open the school
and practice his own moves. Other disciples and followers would practice for a while and then leave; practically
no one stayed overnight at the martial arts school. Except for Fly, who now slept in a small room at the school.

According to Little Li, who worked the Shaolin Long Fist evening shift, the old gatekeeper had been hit by a car while drunk a while ago
, so the master was worried about hiring another guard. Now, it was perfect timing. He grinned at Fly as he spoke.

Fly pretended not to see him and continued asking about the burly man who seemed to have come to challenge the school that day. It turned out that he was one of the two men from across the street…
Quan Zhenghu, the boss of Zhenghu Martial Arts School on the same street, and his school were already vying for students. Recently,
Li Long, the owner of
Feilong Martial Arts School, had seen his popularity soar due to a collaboration with a film company on a martial arts movie. In addition to his excellent boxing skills, Li Long was also a skilled dancer, and he opened dance classes on weekends. As a result
, Feilong Martial Arts School suddenly poached a large number of students from Zhenghu Martial Arts School, and Quan Zhenghu came to demand an explanation.

Although Quan Zhenghu was strong, he seemed slightly inferior to Li Long, and it's said he was injured and defeated, forced to leave in a huff. Quan

Zhenghu could knock himself unconscious with a single punch, while Li Long was even stronger. It seems the boss had found him a decent place to stay, so he didn't care about being asked to replace an old, stagnant gatekeeper . Many things really depend on one's perspective. Besides, while the night shift might seem lonely to others, it was a fatal temptation for him. At night, the entire martial arts gym belonged to him. During the day, Long led his disciples to train here. Was it fate's way of letting Fly train here with a group of "disciples" at night? After indulging in a bit of daydreaming, Fly returned to the practical matter. Long seemed to have quite a few female fans; half of those who came to practice were girls, and at least half of them were presentable, totaling over a hundred. Among them was a Japanese girl named Haruno Sakura, with short, boyish hair, exuding a youthful charm that was quite dazzling. However, considering Long's loyalty to the gym leader, it was best not to touch the gym's disciples for now; he could deal with it later. With that thought, Fly began planning to find some prey in the surrounding streets to satisfy his practical needs. Episode 4: Lonely Man and Heartbroken Woman, Rose City, Jiqi City, Chinatown, Butterfly Bar, local time, September 12, 2004, 12:00 PM. When Fly woke up after being injured by Quan Zhenghu, it was already the afternoon of the second day. The next two days were still not easy, so he basically slept during the day or grabbed people to chat with, and spent the night alone in his small room reading . Of all the equipment he had brought, he only had a laptop and an MP3 player. He figured some things could be easily found here, such as the chemical reagent store just a couple of blocks away . Some things were hard to get before he became familiar with the place, but at least for now, they weren't that important. His laptop and MP3 player were indeed helping him pass the time. To be honest, Fly felt lonely. He had always been a lonely person, that was his own opinion, and he thought he had long since learned to savor loneliness alone. But these past two nights, facing this huge, enclosed martial arts gym alone, he had indeed "fought" with loneliness again. So on the third day, despite the pain in his back, he decided he had to make his move. Around midnight, the lights in Chinatown were still on, although the composition of the pedestrians had changed. After locking the martial arts gym's main gate , Fly appeared on the path leading to the Butterfly Bar. There were two bars near the gym; besides Butterfly, there was another called Black Angel—a nice name, but unfortunately, it was too close to the red-light district. Fly seemed to have no natural interest in prostitutes. Years ago, when he went to the red-light district with his boss, the girls there initially mocked him for being impotent—he genuinely had no feeling for women. But for the sake of his manly dignity, Fly ultimately left behind the legend of sleeping with eight women in one night. The reason it was eight was because his boss had slept with nine, also with the help of Fly's hypnosis. The next night, the brothers who went to the red-light district returned saying something strange: "Why are all ?" Let's leave that aside for now. In the dark alley, the figure of a homeless man could be vaguely seen, and small groups of young people dressed in various styles passed by him, their laughter and the smell of alcohol wafting past. The Butterfly Bar was in sight. Fly noticed that among the various cars parked on the street there seemed to be quite a few nice ones. Fly was practically car illiterate, but even someone who wasn't an expert could tell some cars were quite impressive. Looking at the cars, Fly roughly pictured his target for tonight, a smile playing on his lips. This man in the khaki trench coat stood out among the well-dressed young people, but who among them, lost in their revelry, would notice him? "Hey buddy, this isn't a place for you!" the bartender—a burly man in trousers— yelled at him amidst the loud music. "Trust me, you can accept a down-on-his-luck guy like me," Fly said, his eyes and tone conveying a past the bartender couldn't fathom, as if it were real. "Okay, we're all just drifters. What would you like?" "Tequila-flavored vodka, two ice cubes." The bartender's movements were fluid; in a flash, the pale red liquid was before Fly. The bartender saw approval in Fly's eyes. "Hmph, I've been here for three years." "This place is too much of an eyesore, I'll go over there." Fly had already chosen a corner where he could observe more thoroughly. The atmosphere in the bar was wild and alluring, passionate. The countless writhing bodies on the dance floor resembled strangely colored flames; trying to discern anything from the flames was no easy feat. Fly had initially set on a wealthy businessman's daughter, but now he realized that rich and poor alike were all the same when they went wild here. He downed his drink and returned to the bar. "This stuff is really good. If I weren't trying to stay sober tonight, I'd definitely get completely drunk with you!" A banknote lay beneath the empty glass. Fly shook his trench coat, preparing to leave. "Believe me, buddy, I was even more..." the bartender said behind him, but then realized this man in the trench coat might be on some kind of errand tonight, so he stopped himself, lest he be implicated in some major incident. He inwardly cursed himself for becoming as easily influenced as he had been when he first arrived. Fly didn't stray too far from the bar; where there's laughter, there's also tears, and these two things are never far apart. A glass of mixed vodka certainly wouldn't get Fly drunk, but he could feel the effects of ; his hearing became more sensitive. A sob. "Go to hell!! Waaah... go to hell..." "There's nothing... to explain! I saw it all... waaah..." "I'm crying... I'm crying because... because I hate myself for being blind!" Following the sound, Fly found a girl sobbing on the street corner across from the bar, throwing her phone down hard.

The black phone traced an arc in the sky, disappearing from the girl's sight for a moment before
reappearing falling...

A hand caught it firmly.

For a instant, the girl thought it was her boyfriend. But he was just a
stranger .

"What...what are you doing?!"

Fly didn't answer. Sure enough, a moment later, the phone rang.

Who would have thought that this place, just across the street from the bar, would be so quiet? The ringtone was
the climax of a number by Linkin Park.

"I have been on number, all I have to do ismo
relike me and less like you. and do..."

The two stared at each other for a moment. The girl was wearing a dance outfit, a floral backless t-shirt, a shiny
short leather skirt, and she had long flowing hair.

The ringing still echoed. Fly held the phone to his ear, pretending to answer.

"Give it back!"

The girl ran towards him. Fly felt like a thief who had snatched a toy from an innocent girl. It was a
face blurred by tears, the light pink powder on her face now a blur, but those eyes,
those eyes... Fly paused, stunned. Had he drunk too much? He shook his head, regaining his senses, and said,

"I can give you back your phone, but have you thought about what you want to say?" Fly held the phone forward.

"Onething, idea 't know why, it doesn't't ever
matter how hard your place..."

"Here you go!" she said, turning her head away.

"Hello." The ringing stopped.

"You!...Ugh!?"

Just as the girl turned around again, she was shocked to find the man in the trench coat suddenly only a centimeter away from her. Instantly,
a foreign object covered her mouth and nose. She twisted her long hair, struggling with all her might, but the stranger held her tightly
under the trench coat. Humans react this way, but the more she struggled, the faster she inhaled the chemical fumes. Soon
, the girl collapsed into Fly's arms. From a distance, they looked like a couple embracing. Fly released
one hand, confirming again that the girl's phone could be turned off.

The girl lay quietly in Fly's arms, her breathing even, but she hadn't truly fallen asleep; a
part of her subconscious remained awake. The chemical agent on Fly's handkerchief was a mixture he had concocted himself,
similar to a combination of "confession agent" and anesthetic used by special agencies. Although its effect
wasn't as strong as that used by professional special agencies, it hadn't encountered many problems in actual use.

"Can you hear my voice?"

"Yes..."

"Tell me your name?"

"...Yi Xi, Xiao Yi Xi, my friends call me Eileen."

"Eileen, do you like the sea?"

"No... I... hate water."

"Then," quickly change it. "Can you tell me what your happiest scenario is
?" "

Being held in the arms of my... beloved man... and I can... not worry about anything... feel so
safe

You're being held in the arms of your beloved man right now, don't you feel safe?"

"Ugh... we don't know each other... but it feels so good, so safe..."

Of course, this so-called sense of security is just the result of a chemical reaction within the body caused by the drug.

"As long as you feel comfortable, that's fine. Come on, imagine me as your most beloved man... this
feeling of security will become stronger and stronger..."

"Mmm... so warm..."

Yi Xi, who had just experienced some kind of blow from her boyfriend, suddenly found such a psychological
haven . Her weary heart jumped into it without hesitation, offering no resistance to the fly's trap.

"You are becoming more and more relaxed and at ease. This feeling surrounds you, so you can only hear my voice.
You fall into a deep sleep and can only hear my voice. In order to feel warmer and more at ease, you open your
heart ."

"Only hear your voice... open my heart... warmer..."

With the help of drugs, Fly induced this poor girl into a deep hypnosis. She would
accept Fly's suggestions without thinking.

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