Novel & Cerita The Hypnosis App Was Fake

> Agatha felt angry and refuted, 'It's hypnosis! It's different! She consented and is not against it! Brainwashing is different because it's done against somebody's will!'

Tony said. "That's not true Mason" I defended and Mason laughed. "Anyway" he said. "I called you here for something important, a way that might help you remember something, it's called the writing hypnosis." "Hypnosis? I thought we've already tried all kinds of hypnosis" I said. "I thought so too but this is a method of hypnosis that is not usually practiced and it's considered unreliable but I was hoping it could help you remember something from that night" Mason explained.

The chill seeped to her bones. "Truly… there's nothing at all that can be done?" she asked. Uriah shook his head. "I lived with the Ferrero family for six months, observing the onset of their illnesses. From my studies, hypnosis is the most effective way to alleviate it—but only to relieve symptoms. It cannot cure the root cause. If even hypnosis fails, then it is truly beyond medicine." Sharon's hand trembled, spilling a few drops of tea from her cup.

Carl sat right next to him and said in a soft voice, "I thought you were sure he was hurt by dark magic." "You said the most likely one." After Amelia finished the shrimp, she naturally opened her mouth: "But I'm not really superstitious. If something is too easy to get on the surface, I always feel like it's misleading me." Carl saw what she was doing, fed her another fried shrimp, then wiped his long fingers: "So what did you prefer? Online or phone hypnosis?" "Not entirely, but that was definitely part of it." Amelia naturally accepted his offer. "When you put both together, once someone got brainwashed, sometimes they just couldn't see things normally."

Lena heard her speak normally and quickly pulled away, holding her as she looked her over and asked, "Do you feel any discomfort? Does your head hurt? Or have you remembered anything? Have you forgotten a lot of things?" Anthony said that his hypnosis was meant to make people forget all their pain and only remember the good things. Lena didn't believe he had what it took. Margot frowned and appeared a bit sluggish, possibly due to not having eaten for a while, and said weakly, "It seems like I remember everything now." Lena was surprised. "Really? Do you know where I'm from?" Margot smiled. "Aren't you the apprentice of the miracle doctor we went to the mountains to find?"

“Clara?” “Have you seen the news?” Clara asked, her excitement spilling through the phone. Sophia’s brows furrowed. “What news?” “You need to check it. Right now.” Her heart pounded a little faster as she ended the call and immediately opened her browser. As soon as she did, her breath caught in her throat. There, splashed across every major news site, were headlines that made her vision blur. “The app had been hacked. The scamming was never done by the original owner.”

I asked my new bodyguard. " Yes ma'am, where you go, I go. " She said to me. She was taking me to the therapist I have been seeing and we have been speaking about a lot of things. The last time I was her we talked about trying a holistic approach to getting my memories back, she suggested hypnosis. I was not too crazy about the idea given the fact that I am carrying a lot of secrets, secrets that aren't mine to share. Hypnosis is dangerous because I won't be myself, in that moment the doctor would be in total control of my mind and I don't like that.

His voice was low, unbothered—calculated, like every word that had been used were rehearsed just for this moment. “And before you go running your mouth with a hard no,” he leaned back, calm but lethal, “maybe take a second to look at your life. I’m offering you thirty million dollars to pretend to be my girlfriend for three months. You need the money. You’re not just broke, Blake—you’re desperate, you also lost your apartment.” He let out a quiet, mocking laugh. “And if you don’t take the offer, I’ll hand over this video to the authorities and make sure your little bestie gets the warm welcome of a jail cell. I doubt that’s what you want.”

"We’ve just been talking for months. Aren’t there other therapies? Things that could help?" A look crossed her face, but I couldn't place what it was about. "Like what?" I hesitated, then said, “I’ve been reading about other methods online. Some people use… hypnosis, exposure therapy, sensory triggers, even certain guided visualizations to bring memories back. I've read about them." She gave me a small smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Those methods are controversial. They can produce false memories or overwhelm the patient. That’s why I haven’t suggested them to you.”

Yvonne hesitated and faltered, unable to respond to my question. I then turned to Elliott and confronted him. "How did my act become Yvonne's? You were the only one who knew about it from the start. I can't believe you would do something like this. Do you really think you're fit to be an educator, Mr. Greene?" I immediately took out a video recording and continued, "I happened to be recording when you came to watch me practice my act, Mr. Greene—it is solid proof that you twisted the truth and stole my routine."