Even if you havent eaten pork, youve seen pigs run.

  Zhu Wanqis mother is now in this state, most people have seen it many times in some film and television works, either possessed by a ghost or bewitched, anyway, it must be related to such things. Zhu Wanqi was immediately frightened pale, her hands tightly grasping Zhao Zhus shoulders, at this moment, it seems that only Zhao Zhu, her new boyfriend who hasnt known for long, can give her some sense of security and dependence.

  However, she did not know that Zhao Zhu was thinking of leaving early. He didnt want to get involved in this kind of thing. He asked Zhu Wanqi out just to satisfy his physical needs, not to get entangled in another supernatural event, especially one related to the jade hairpin. In the group, Li Fan, a terrifying master of raising and controlling ghosts, had died directly in the hospital. How could Zhao Zhu face such things?

  However, Zhao Zhus adaptability was still very quick, and he directly said to Zhu Wanki:

  "Auntie is sleepwalking and may have been mentally affected and stimulated, cannot be woken up, otherwise there may be big problems. Lets go out first and call 120 outside, wait for professional rescue personnel to arrive."

  Zhu Wanqi was a nurse, but Zhao Zhuo was an excellent doctor. At this time, Zhao Zhuo spoke up, and she, who had already been at a loss for what to do, could only nod her head. The two of them quietly retreated backwards together, planning to leave the room for now.

  But at this moment, Zhu Wanqis mother suddenly turned around with a loud roar, pinched the orchid, and pointed in the direction of Zhao Zhu and Zhu Wanqi, singing in a dramatic tone:

  "Hey, where are you going?"

  As soon as the words fell, Zhao Zhu felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Zhu Wanqi was even more unbearable, and she fainted on the ground. This was not only a kind of momentum but also a psychological oppression. As a psychiatrist, Zhao Zhus mental defense was stronger than ordinary people to begin with, and recently, having encountered many such things, he had developed some resistance, so he could still stand up. Otherwise, if it were someone else, they would probably have reacted the same way as Zhu Wanqi.

  Zhu Wanqis mother walked towards here step by step, as if this was a stage and she was a famous actress, showing off her elegance in front of many wealthy patrons, but her obviously plump figure and this posture were quite mismatched.

  Zhao Zhu took a deep breath, ignoring the limp Zhu Wanki on the ground, and forcibly opened his steps, rushing out of the room, running to the flower bed outside the house, then directly ran out of the gate in one breath, while picking up his mobile phone and dialing 110.

  The phone was answered quickly. When Zhao Zhu put the phone to his ear, what came from the other end of the line wasnt the voice of a police officer, but a string of high-pitched tones:

  "Where are you going, young master?"

  Zhao Zhus face immediately fell, and he looked towards Zhu Wanqis house again. He found that at the floor-to-ceiling window, Zhu Wanqis mother was standing in front of the window, her eyes coldly staring at him.

  She still wore that green jade hairpin on her head, and the green light dazzled Zhao Zhus eyes, making him feel dizzy. He struggled to hold on for a while, but eventually he slowly knelt down at the gate, his knees bent, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

  ……

  "Master, wake up, wake up, wake up, wont you?"

  Zhao Zhus eyes fluttered open, and he found himself in a dimly lit room with only a few candles illuminating the space. His visibility was limited, but he could make out that he was lying on a wooden high bed, surrounded by pale pink curtains. He was wearing very little clothing, and a slender woman with a good figure was sitting on his legs, her hands constantly caressing his chest while making soft cooing sounds.

  "Where is... here?"

  Zhao Zhu couldnt help but ask.

  "Hmph, young master, youve really hurt my feelings. I pushed away all my engagements today just for you, and yet you fell asleep without even waiting for me. And to make matters worse, you forgot where you were. Am I really no different from those women on the streets in your eyes?"

  She muttered complaints in her mouth, but the womans hands were not idle at all. Her jade fingers kept kneading and stroking Zhao Zhus chest, while the smooth skin on her lower abdomen was tightly pressed against Zhao Zhus lower body. The womans body had a faint fragrance that could provoke peoples desires.

  But at this time, Zhao Zhuo didnt have the heart to do such things.

  Indeed, his original intention of finding Zhu Wanjie was for this purpose, but now things have developed beyond his control and are sliding in an unpredictable direction. At this time, if Zhao Zhu really still has the interest to do a mysterious love here, I estimate that it can no longer be described as calm, only that his brain has been kicked by a donkey.

  "Move aside, tell me, where is this place?"

  Zhao Zhu pushed the woman away from him and asked.

  "Master, whats wrong with you today? This is Cuixiang Building, and I am Haitang." The woman replied with a tone of resentment.

  "Cui Xiang Lou?" Zhao Zhu had a feeling that was both amused and annoyed. He immediately got out of bed with a bit of a stumble, feeling his legs were somewhat weak, but he still made it to the door and pushed it open:

  This is a huge ring-shaped building, about five floors high. Each floor has many rooms with numerous powdered and painted women flitting about, as well as many patrons seeking pleasure within. Downstairs, there are dozens of tables of guests eating and chatting, each accompanied by a courtesan. Everyone is dressed in ancient attire, including the patrons, prostitutes, pimps, and madams. There must be nearly five hundred people here. Even if this were a movie shoot, it would be impossible to assemble such a grand scene.

  "Whats going on? Did I enter the horror mission world ahead of time?"

  Zhao Zhu cursed in his mouth, and subconsciously touched his phone, but found that he was only wearing a purple underwear on his lower body and a cloak on his upper body, without even a pocket. Where could he touch the phone? At this moment, Zhao Zhu suddenly realized something, rushed back into the room, picked up the candle in the room and put it on the dresser, and faced the copper mirror on the dresser.

  This is a very handsome face, even with a hint of evil charm. Zhao Zhu himself was already very handsome, but the problem now is that the face in the mirror is not him, Zhao Zhu!

  "Master, whats wrong?" Haitang walked to Zhao Zhus side, but didnt dare to get close, apparently, she also found that this master was different from the familiar customer today.

  Zhao furrowed his brow, and he could now roughly confirm two things: first, he was probably not in the task world; second, he might be inside someone elses memory, and he had also taken on this role, or rather, been forcibly assigned to it.

  This kind of psychological treatment has been recorded, but there are not many psychology experts in the world who can do this. Moreover, from Zhao Zhus current perspective, whether it is the intricate patterns on the dressing table or all the people upstairs and downstairs in Cuixiang Building, they are all so "vivid" and so real!

  The difficulty and level of this conscious world construction, Zhao Zhu can be certain that in the real society, there is no hypnotist who can achieve this level. Just like a picture with higher resolution takes up more space, such a fine and large-scale construction is impossible for ordinary people to complete, even with the help of computers. Its almost impossible to create such a world in virtual reality.

  At this moment, Zhao Zhu had an impulse to set the building on fire and burn away all these messy memories. However, he was also aware that if he did so, he would be burying himself along with them. If he was lucky, he wouldnt die but his body would become a vegetative state without consciousness. If he was unlucky, he could directly meet his demise.

  Just then, a commotion broke out downstairs, with gongs and drums sounding in unison.

  "Whats wrong?"

  "Its Huakui who has taken the stage, young master, are you going to watch?" Haitang said as she spoke, her mouth still couldnt help but emit a sour air, apparently, Huakui was the most popular and envied existence in this line of work.