The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

Han Qiming felt a little cold on his body, a chill that came from his bones.

Behind the coldness is trembling and fear.

He knew that this was not his emotion, but was transmitted to him by the man in front of him.

He opened his mouth, but felt like he couldn't breathe.

Huo Yan smiled, "The whole process was very fast, and I started to have hallucinations during the day..."

Han Qiming nodded. If it was just a dream, the situation would be relatively controllable, but if he started to have this kind of hallucination when he was awake, the situation would be very serious.

He had already given Huo Yan a high-risk label in his mind.

Generally, in this case, he will not follow up for treatment, but will be transferred to a mental hospital.

Huo Yan is also very aware of this situation, "Especially when I see Weiwei, her condition will get worse quickly."

Han Qiming thought of something, "You went to the game today...not in a sufficiently sober state, were you?"

"Yes." Huo Yan nodded.

"What did you see then?"

"grave……"

Han Qiming paused when he took out the pen and his fingers trembled. "You mean, you saw the grave on the playing field?"

“It wasn’t on the playing field, I went back to that cemetery and I sat in front of that cemetery for hours.

He is trapped.

"But it's hard to describe... It's not the external force that controls me sitting there unable to move, but the despair and confusion that controls me." He analyzed calmly, "If Weiwei dies, I will go and die." There is no point in the place, the cemetery is really the only place I would choose to stay.”

Han Qiming swallowed a sip of saliva and wrote down a few key points in his notebook. When he wrote this sentence, he hesitated a little with the pen in his hand. He raised his eyes and looked at Huo Yan, "Were you there at that time?" Have you ever thought about entering the grave?…”

Huo Yan immediately understood what Han Qiming meant, "I've thought about it."

When he said these two words, a strange smile appeared on his face.

It seems to be relief and liberation.

Han Qiming lowered his head and wrote a line in his notebook: There is an obvious tendency to self-destruct.

"But Miss Gu is still alive." Han Qiming reminded.

Huo Yan frowned deeply, "But that dream was very weird and very real. In the dream, I knew very clearly that it was me who killed Weiwei."

"No matter how real it is, it's just an illusion." Han Qiming drew a line on this matter, and also drew a line on Huo Yan's heart.

Huo Yan said noncommittally, "I know."

Han Qiming looked at Huo Yan's side face and felt a little desperate. There seemed to be nothing he could do about this condition.

The two of them were silent for nearly 10 minutes.

Han Qiming lowered his head and kept writing and drawing in his notebook. He couldn't come up with an answer after writing for a long time.

The current situation is very embarrassing. The only person who can wake Huo Yan up from that desperate illusion is the living Gu Weimian, but contact with Gu Weimian will make Huo Yan's condition worse.

This game is a deadlock.

"This situation is somewhat similar to Miss Gu's situation..." Han Qiming felt that there was a vague connection between the two, but he couldn't figure out what kind of hypnosis technique could cause such a situation.

Huo Yan nodded, "So... it is very possible that I killed her with my own hands."

He clearly knew that he shouldn't meet Weiwei, but in fact he never did.