I Only Sell Murder Houses

I had assumed Seventh Master could put Brother Liu into a hypnotic state and smoothly recover the lost memory.

I hadn’t expected the original hypnotist to be so vicious.

Whoever it was had to be a master of the Mind-Capturing Art and hypnosis. They had erected a barrier in Brother Liu’s memory, like a firewall. Whenever he tried to recall the hypnotist’s face, it transformed into the person he feared most.

That person was his grandfather, though we didn’t yet know why he feared the man so deeply.

“Seventh Master, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know.”

Seventh Master shook his head, brows tightly furrowed. “My understanding of the Mind-Capturing Art and hypnosis is limited. That person is an expert. I cannot think of a way to break a deliberately constructed barrier like this.”

But we had come so far. Recovering Brother Liu’s memory might tell us where Liang Yi was.

I couldn’t accept giving up…