His gaze first landed on the plants and trees surrounding the Death House, then shifted to the various decorations around the entrance.

  Some master psychologists will deliberately manipulate the scene arrangement.

  In this way, patients are already subconsciously hypnotized and suggested the moment they enter the treatment room.

  Similar arrangements are very common in daily life.

  Just like the dim lighting and loud music in bars and nightclubs, it can cleverly stimulate the emotions that customers usually suppress, making everyone wilder and more open.

  Under such psychological cues, the love between men and women will also flourish to the greatest extent.

  "Looks unremarkable, huh?"

  "Guess I was overthinking it."

  Yannick scanned the surroundings, but couldn't find anything ingenious about the layout.

  "Professor Yannick, the Death House is right inside this door. After you go in, walk straight a few steps and you'll see a cabin. Sit quietly inside for a few minutes, and you'll get the answer you're looking for," Jake said.

  Yannick nodded, turning to his two assistants, "You two stay here, don't move. I'll take a look and be right back!"

  After Yannick finished explaining everything, he strode towards the cabin.

  He walked calmly to the entrance of the Death World.

  Just as he was about to push the door open, the corner of his eye caught the plaque hanging on the decaying wooden door.

  "Are you ready to face death?"

  In that instant, Yannick felt his heart skip a beat, a chill shot up his spine, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

  In the darkness, he felt a pair of eyes watching him.

  However, Yannick, as an experienced psychology expert, took a deep breath and instantly adjusted his state.

  Then, he looked around suspiciously at every plant and tree.

  His expression changed from calm and composed to serious!

  "How did they do this?"

  "Why can't I see any flaws?"

  "Could it be that there are unknown secrets hidden in this seemingly ordinary arrangement?"

  Yannick's mind raced.

  He was sure that he had been psychologically suggested.

  Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to just see a sentence on the plaque and have his originally calm heart instantly panic.

  Jake, watching Yannick look around, hesitant to enter the Death World, couldn't help but urge, "Professor Yannick, did you suddenly remember that the clothes on your balcony at home weren't brought in, or what? Why aren't you going in?"

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  "Oh, suddenly thought of some things." Yannick smiled, trying to keep his expression calm so that no one could see the subtle changes that had taken place in his heart.

  Yannick turned his head, the smile on his face instantly disappeared, took a deep breath, slowly pushed open the wooden door, and walked in.

  The moment he stepped through the wooden door, darkness swallowed everything.

  But the darkness didn't last long, and light once again dominated Yannick's vision.

  As his eyes gradually adjusted to the glaring light, Yannick also saw the primitive world that appeared before him.

  Groups of towering trees were lush and leafy, covering the sky and everything in the depths of the dense forest.

  In front of him was a path paved with white碎骨, quiet and winding.

  Corpses hung from the branches of the trees on both sides of the path.

  Yannick clearly felt that his breathing rhythm had changed, becoming a little longer.

  Generally, people only experience this symptom when they are nervous.

  Yannick turned his head and looked around, not knowing why, but he always felt that there was a pair of eyes constantly watching him in secret.

  This feeling of sitting on pins and needles made his heart constantly beat at his throat.

  Yannick tried hard to cheer himself up, searching for arrangements of psychological hypnosis and hints hidden in the trees.

  But no matter how hard he wracked his brain and emptied everything he had ever learned, he still couldn't find what he was looking for.

  In the end, having no choice, Yannick had to recite silently in his heart.

  "This is all fake!"

  "This is all psychological suggestion!"

  "This is all psychological hypnosis!"

  This is a very useful and simple way.

  It's like knowing that someone in front of you wants to deceive you. As long as you stand on this ground, no matter how eloquent he is, he can't shake your heart.

  Yannick's cheeks were slightly red.

  If people knew that he, a world-renowned psychology master, was actually using this simple method, he would lose all face and have no credibility left!

  It's like thinking that fairies also poop, and the ethereal person in your eyes instantly falls to earth.

  But after doing this, Yannick felt that his condition had indeed improved a lot.

  Although he still felt that someone was staring at him from behind.

  He strode forward, walking on the碎骨 path, not looking sideways, not looking at the hanging corpses on the branches, and turning a deaf ear to all the sounds from the outside world.

  In this way, he soon arrived at the Death House.

  Looking at the ordinary-looking wooden house in front of him, Yannick had no slightest intention of underestimating it.

  The previous encounter made him realize that the person who arranged this scene was by no means an ordinary person.

  If he were to let his guard down again, he might really screw up today.

  Yannick gently pushed open the wooden door, not rushing to go in, but using the opened crack to observe the arrangement inside.

  "There are many traces of chairs being dragged on the floor, indicating that the chairs are often moved, so there should be no problem in it."

  Yannick also looked at the walls and other places.

  "The walls are relatively dark, with a lot of dirt, but it doesn't look like it was deliberately made, but rather the accumulation of years on them."

  "These cabinets don't seem to have anything special either."

  After Yannick checked once, he reluctantly checked again.

  There must be a way!

  It's just that he didn't see it!

  Look again!

  I will definitely see it!

  Yannick held on to this idea, so he looked again and again.

  Unfortunately, no matter how many times he looked, the conclusion remained the same.

  Everyone in the monitoring room became anxious watching.

  Jake shouted at Yannick through the speaker, "Hurry up and go in, I'm waiting until the flowers wither!"

  Yannick's old face turned red, and he said angrily, "What's the rush?"

  Then, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the Death House.

  In this instant, he also noticed a graffiti ghost face painted on the wall opposite the seat.

  The expression on this ghost face was constantly changing in his vision.

  Sometimes angry, sometimes sad, sometimes...

  Yannick's eyes narrowed, and he said inwardly, "It's you, it's you, it's you!"

  He could be sure that this ghost face must hide a great secret.

  Maybe those tourists were psychologically hypnotized and suggested because they looked at this ghost face.

  Thinking of this, Yannick hurriedly closed his eyes.

  He was secretly pleased with himself.

  As long as I don't look, nothing will happen, right!

  It's not like someone will pry open his eyelids and force him to look, right?

  He is not some patient receiving treatment, and some psychological props must be faced.

  He can choose completely!