please don't believe me

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A man appeared at the door of the Weiss family's security company.He was wearing a light blue shirt, a dark gray wool pattern suit, and a dark blue tie with a dark red pattern.His hairstyle is simple, but definitely handled with care.A small, trimmed beard gave him a mature and attractive look.

He walked to the front desk, took out a beautifully printed business card from his pocket, and handed it to the receptionist.

"Siriga Pharmaceuticals, Dan Bailey..." The front desk lady read the content on the business card, smiled at the man, and handed back the business card with both hands, "We have received an appointment about you, Mr. Bailey, please go to Take the elevator here, the fifteenth floor."

"Thank you." The man took back his business card, followed the guidance of the girl at the front desk, and walked into the elevator.

The elevator went straight to the fifteenth floor, the door slid open to both sides, and Stuttgart's assistant James was standing at the door.

"Good morning, Bender...huh?"

James took the business card handed over by the other party, raised his head and smiled at the man with just one glance: "Welcome, Mr. Bailey, this way please."

The man followed James and walked deep into the corridor.They passed the small meeting room that had been used before, and the man glanced at it, and could see a few people sitting in it through the gap in the shutter.

The man looked away calmly, walked to the end of the corridor with James, and then turned left.

This is the open office used by the assistant. James led the man to stand in front of the door facing the corridor and knocked on the door.

"Mr. Weiss, Mr. Bailey is here."

"Come in."

James unscrewed the door and invited the man inside: "Please, Mr. Bailey."

When the man stepped into the door, he was a little surprised at the first sight.

Because Mr. Weiss is not the only one in the office.

Sitting on his swivel leather chair, Stuttgart was facing the direction of the door, and instantly met the eyes of the man who entered.And opposite his desk, sat another person.

At the moment when the man's eyes fell on the figure from behind, the man also turned around to look.

It was a young man - at least a little younger than Stuttgart and the man - who certainly looked under 30.He looked quite gentle, with slightly long and slightly disheveled blond hair paired with gold-rimmed glasses, half-closed eyes and slightly pursed lips showing his displeasure.Maybe a T-shirt and a blazer might be casual, but he's a young man, and a less elitist style is fine.

The young man glanced at the man who entered the door, turned back and stood up, and said to Stuttgart, "I still hope you can consider my plan, Mr. Weiss, excuse me."

Stuttgart is noncommittal, and the young people don't seem to want an answer right now.He walked towards the door, and when he passed by the man, the man smiled and nodded at him.The young man was taken aback for a moment, then nodded, and then went out the door.

James graciously closed the door behind the man.

Stuttgart smiled slightly with the right corner of his mouth hooked—this was definitely not a friendly meaning: "'Mr. Bailey', huh?"

The man also laughed, took out another business card, and said while putting it on the desk: "It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Weiss."

Stuttgart picked up the business card and looked at the front and back. The man had already sat down opposite him.Whether it was intentional or not, the man did not sit where the young man sat before, but chose the chair next to him.

Stuttgart threw the business card back on the table: "You look pretty decent, Director Bandele."

Dai Bowen took back the business card with a smile, and twirled it between his fingers: "I am now 'Dan Bailey' from 'Sirriga Pharmaceuticals', Mr. Weiss."

The edge of the business card tapped the table lightly, making a small "da" and "da" sound.

Stuttgart replied: "'Dan Bailey'...only looks is it?"

"Of course not, I'm here to take the 'examination'." Dai Bowen smiled, picked up his business card and pointed to the chair on the right, "But did I bother you?"

"No." Stuttgart replied bluntly, he paused, and then added meaningfully, "You will soon know what he does."

Stuttgart stood up: "Go, go to your 'examination room'."

The "examination room" is the place where Dai Bowen met Stuttgart for the first time.

What Dai Bowen found unreasonable and expected was that the young man who was sitting in the Stuttgart office just now was also sitting here.

In other words, this young man and the few people Dai Bowen saw just now were all "invigilators" - what Stuttgart called "experts".

As soon as Stuttgart entered the door, he sat straight on the armchair by the door, as if he had nothing to do with himself.James stood at the door and introduced Dai Bowen to those present.Of course, he was talking about his identity as "Dan Bailey".

There are a total of six of these experts, all of whom have seen this "Dan Bailey" plan.Because it is far from the usual psychotherapy methods, they all have more or less doubts about this, and some people even think that this plan is just whimsical.So when Dai Bowen just finished introducing himself, someone sneered: "A tie with a blue background and red stripes, you want to attack quietly and convince us?"

This is a bit of an understatement, but unfortunately, Dai Bowen's professional knowledge is indeed not inferior to this group of "experts".

"If you want to think so, I have no objection, sir." Dai Bowen stood in front of the whiteboard and smiled, "Actually, it doesn't matter to me whether you are convinced or not. I just need one person to be satisfied." OK."

Everyone couldn't help but glanced at Stuttgart.

The other party still had that calm expression.

"In that case, Mr. Bailey, please show Mr. Weiss your professionalism." The young man I met in the office before suddenly said, "For example, desensitization therapy?"

Dai Bowen smiled slightly: "Of course. Desensitization therapy, I don't think you mean SAV..."

The level of knowledge of "Dan Bailey" has indeed exceeded the expectations of psychologists.

Of course.Even if there is no tutor, Dai Bowen can answer most of the questions, not to mention that the Weiss family also provided Ivan's previous treatment information.The experts originally thought that he was a layman and didn't intend to ask too deep questions. Who knew that he could not only talk eloquently, but also explain to Stuttgart and James in simple terms.Later, even if it occasionally involves more partial research, even if Dai Bowen can't answer it, he can roughly talk about his impression of this matter.

In particular, he has a clear memory of the replacement of drugs, which makes it seem that he has indeed been involved in psychiatric medicine projects for many years.

In the end, it basically became a question-and-answer session about Dai Bowen's proposed plan.

The last question was asked by the blond young man: "Why is the name of the drug 'Rumyodin'? It doesn't look like the name of a psychotropic drug."

This question really sounds like finding fault.Surprisingly, Dai Bowen could indeed answer.

"Before answering this question, we can do another experience first." Dai Bowen smiled, "You are all experts, but please don't rush to analyze what I want to do for the time being, just let it take its course, will it work?"

Everyone didn't answer, but looked at him, basically waiting for his next move.

"So, you've asked me so many questions, I'm going to ask you a question first." Dai Bowen said, "Does anyone know what 'ESP' is?"

He turned around and wrote the three letters on the whiteboard with a whiteboard marker.

Someone replied: "...Extra-sensoryperception?"

"Oh, what you said is to perceive external things without the stimulation of sensory organs, is it commonly known as 'sixth sense (sixth sense)'?" Dai Bowen replied, "There is indeed such an explanation. But now, 'ESP' has New explanation."

He turned and wrote, "Now (NOW), this should be called VIP."

"ESPNOWVIP" was written on the whiteboard, and Dai Bowen capped the pen: "Of course, this does not mean VIP, but 'Visual impact persuasion (Visual impact persuasion)'.

"Maybe you have rarely heard of this, but it doesn't matter, let's do a test to find out."

Dai Bowen put the whiteboard marker back into the pen slot: "Relax, experts, don't be wary of me. Sit with your feet together and your hands on your lap, thank you."

"Everyone knows that there are 54 cards in poker, and there are 52 cards except the big and small kings. The 52 cards are divided into two colors, red or black." Dai Bowen stretched out his hands, gesturing a square, "Now, imagine our There is a TV screen in between, and the screen is blank. Please fill your screens with color as I snap my fingers."

"Red, or black?" Dai Bowen snapped his fingers.

Not only the psychologists, Stuttgart and James also silently carried out Dai Bowen's instructions in their hearts.

"Very good. Now, shrink this screen to make it a graphic." His hands continued to slide in mid-air, making a compression gesture, "It's the suit of the playing card. Are you ready?"

clatter!Another snap of the fingers.

"Finally, give this playing card a value. A, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5...any one is fine, now, make a decision." Dai Bowen snapped his fingers for the last time, "Okay, it's done. "

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay.None of them knew how the others had chosen, but it was clear that something was wrong.

Dai Bowen said with a smile: "I will reveal a card later, if any of you have the same answer as me, please raise your hand honestly.

"The card I want is...Diamonds3!"

Four people raised their hands.

In fact, James should raise his hand too.

"How? Four of the six people think the same as me, two-thirds." Dai Bowen smiled and pointed to the letters on the whiteboard, "Actually, that's why the name 'Romantin' is used s answer.

"Find out, experts."

——Inexplicable little theater——

Stuttgart: Huh?I am not the card.

Dai Bowen: The actual mother tongue does not match the personality, you are going to lose your vest...