[Master Tutor] Sir, please stay!

Early the next morning, the other party arrived as scheduled.

To show my sincerity, Mrs. Connie, the widow of the politician, came to pick me up in person, which put me under a lot of pressure.

After much deliberation, I brought Eric with me, not only to have a helper, but most importantly...a translator.

Lest they shout bad things about me in Italian to my face and I don't know it yet.

But Eric seemed to be thinking about it, and he shouted respectfully: "Yes, master!"

"...I didn't intend to accept apprentices, so don't bark." If you really want to accept apprentices, you must not be so naive.

"My son's name is Luca..." Mrs. Connie rubbed the center of her brows, with a trace of tiredness, "He was originally a cheerful person...but since a year ago he has suddenly become strange..."

I listened quietly, took the cup handed to me by the maid, and took a sip slowly.Hmm, nice black tea.

"Luka started to be quiet and gloomy... his temper has also become very bad, as if he has completely changed!" Mrs. Connie's face looked ugly, "I didn't pay attention at first. , until he tried to commit suicide by swallowing medicine... Someone must have put a curse on Luka! Miss Yu! I can only ask you!"

I think your son is more like a symptom of depression... I might as well ask a psychiatrist.I pondered for a while, and asked, "Who else did you ask to look at it for him?"

"I have hired a few witch doctors..." Mrs. Conney paused, showing a look of disgust, "But they are useless at all! They are all deceitful things!"

"Can I meet them? Find out what they've done?"

"Well... I got rid of them all." Mrs. Connie showed an embarrassed smile, "But I have a record of what they did."

As soon as she finished speaking, the maid next to me handed me a note.I just glanced at it and handed the note to Eric: "Little Li, translate."

Eric Li didn't mind the title at all, took the note and translated in a low voice.After I heard this, I frowned, and the lady beside me became nervous: "What's wrong, master? Is there something wrong?"

"Ah, it's true." I looked at her helplessly, "You actually did this kind of trick that looks deceiving?" Why do you want tigers to jump over shadows, rhino horns and lion blood... to protect Do you understand how to cherish animals?

"There is also an old saying in China, which is called emergency medical treatment." The other party lowered his eyes and returned to the original elegance and dignity, "I knew that these western liars were useless, and now I'm counting on the magical oriental secret arts."

Ma'am, you opened the map cannon...and...

"I'm just a fortune teller." I sighed, thinking that if I can't heal his son, I will end up like the previous people. "But I will try my best. Can I see your son's condition first?"

"Okay!" The lady was obviously very excited, and immediately stood up to lead the way.

When we came to a door, Mrs. Connie motioned for us to stand at the door. She knocked lightly on the door and said softly, "Luka, are you there?"

A terrified voice came from inside the door: "Who! Who are you!?"

"Luka, it's Mummy." Mrs. Connie's voice became softer, "Mummy brought a friend to visit you, can you open the door?"

"No! You all get out! I don't want to see anyone!"

"Luka, calm down. Mommy promises it's the last time. Can you meet Mommy?" Mrs. Connie's voice was pleading, "I beg you, Mommy, okay?"

"No! I don't want to see you!" The other party's hysterical shout made me frown.

Of course, I didn't understand what they were talking about, all thanks to the Eric translator.

"Master, look at this..." Mrs. Connie looked at me pleadingly, and Eric looked at me with the same look for some reason.

I rubbed the center of my brows, and murmured in a low voice: "It would be great if I had a fan..." Woke up this pig teammate who couldn't figure out the situation...

"Master needs a fan?" Mrs. Connie was taken aback, and then cheerfully instructed the maid behind her, "Hurry up and get the silk folding fan in my room!"

Damn it was heard!I hurriedly added: "It doesn't need to be very good, just need the fan to be completely white!"

"Okay." Mrs. Connie looked expectant, "Master, what else do you need to prepare?"

"No need." I looked at the closing door, guessing the situation inside, "I can't understand the situation without seeing your son..."

Mrs. Connie said something to the servant beside her, who handed over a key.

I took it silently.You all have keys and you just yelled p!Make a show for me!

I waited for the fan to arrive, held the fan and retreated, and everyone opened the door and went in alone.

There was no light in the room, and thick curtains blocked the light from entering.I waited a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness.Then I found the mission objective in a small corner...

The other party looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, inherited Mrs. Connie's green eyes, a head of light yellow hair, and the whole face looked very delicate. The first impression was... Fuck, this is absolutely not It may have been born by a wife and a politician!Knowing the secrets of such a big rich family all of a sudden feels a lot of pressure!

Seeing the other party's full-body alertness, I squatted down not far away, showing a friendly smile: "Can you speak Chinese?"

The other party stared at me motionlessly, and nodded after a long time.

You're very wary... I understand it, and I continue to smile: "What are you doing here?"

"Hush! Keep your voice down!" The other party looked around nervously, holding the pillow in his hand tightly, "She will find out!"

she?I raised my eyebrows and stood up: "Excuse me, I will come to you next time."

After finishing speaking, I left the room, looked at Eric and Mrs. Connie who were nervous at the door, and said coldly: "Ma'am, are you hiding something very important?"

Mrs. Conney was taken aback for a moment, but didn't make a sound.

"Since I can't completely trust me, I don't think I need to stay here anymore." I finished with a straight face and waved my hand, "I will return the card to you, Eric, let's go .”

Eric didn't understand the situation at all, but followed obediently.

"Wait a minute!" Mrs. Connie stopped her, and it took her a long time to say a word, "I'll send someone to take you back."

After returning to the bar, Eric, who endured all the way, broke out: "Master Yu! What's going on! I don't understand at all! What did Mrs. Connie hide? What happened to that young master Luca?" What's the matter? Are you really bewitched?!"

"No." I took a sip of rum and calmed down a bit, "That young master is more like a traumatic sequelae."

"Traumatic sequelae?"

"Many people develop 'post-traumatic stress syndrome' after traumatic events that traumatize them psychologically, either personally or through indirect experiences. During trauma, the body and brain anxiety circuits are pushed to the limit in order to cope." I sighed, "and this can cause long-term, even permanent, psychological damage to some people. These people experience symptoms such as disgust, sadness, fear, Reflecting numbness and doubt, people with PTAD tend to be tense, irritable, irritable, and very easily startled.”

"Huh? That's... Mrs. Connie couldn't possibly not know...but why didn't she say..." Eric was entangled.

"That's my question too." I handed over the empty glass and signaled the other party to fill it up.

"By the way! Master Yu, will it be okay for us to leave like this today?" Eric asked nervously.

"It's because we left like this that nothing will happen." I said lightly.Only pretending like this will make the other party think that I am very capable and will not act rashly...

"Then what if the other party asks for the money back?" Eric suddenly realized a serious problem, "I've already spent more than half of the money to buy the bar!"

I gave him a blank look: "Did I ever say to pay back the money? I only said to pay back the card."

Eric: "..."

"And... Mrs. Connie won't give up, and now I'm her only lifeline." I stroked the wine glass with my fingers, my expression serious, "That lady is Broken Hand."

"Halfhand?!" Eric was shocked, "Does it mean that her life is not good?"

"You can't say that." I shook my head. "As the saying goes, a man loses his palm and a woman loses his palm to raise his house. It means that a man who loses his palm has the ability to create wealth and is worth a thousand dollars. In fact, many successful men It is indeed a broken palm, but it means that the ability to succeed does not mean that there will be a career. A woman's broken palm represents a person with a hard life, a strong restraint, which will hinder the fortune of relatives around, and the chance of divorce is also high. big."

"This kind of person is highly subjective, has a big temper, and is very persistent in doing things. On the bright side, this kind of person is very determined and persistent in doing things. The goals he identifies will definitely overcome all difficulties and will not give up halfway. Achievements. But on the other hand, even if you know that it is wrong, you will be wrong to the end. It is a stubborn temper that will never repent." I held the wine glass with both hands, "So when I deduce that she loves her children very much You will be surprised. Because this kind of people can’t separate emotion and reason, they have a strong personality, sufficient self-confidence, extremely rational handling of things, are not easily influenced by emotion or family affection, and are highly independent.”

So I suspect that the "she" in her son's mouth is this lady who has a sense of disobedience...

"Actually, this is mostly in line with the rumors..." Eric said hesitantly, "Could it be... Huh? Isn't that Mr. Reborn?"

Why?I followed the other person's line of sight and looked over, stunned.Oh my god it's true!Seeing that the other party had a tendency to come here, my expression changed, and I quickly slipped back into the room: "Eric, you go ahead!"

"Huh?" Before Eric could react, he saw that Reborn had pushed the door in and walked in front of him: "Is this store yours?"

"Huh? Ah, that... No, no! I'm just working for my boss!"

"Well, what about your boss?"

Eric opened his mouth: "Ah, this, this... woo woo woo, boss!"

Reborn: "..." Is your boss dead and put on this look?