The next day, I returned the materials to Luo Cheng and asked him to hypnotize me.

In any case, I always felt that the dreams were certainly related to hypnosis. The dreams of Wang Leng, Yang Xiao, and mine all started after the first hypnosis session, and this was the only way I could find out the truth.

Luo Cheng did not refuse.

This time, the scene during the hypnosis was not a grand wedding but an ordinary married life.

In this scene, Qin Jun brought an accident insurance policy for me to sign. The high insurance payout surprised me, but I still signed it quickly under his sweet words.

I waited to see what would happen next, but suddenly, I woke up!

I looked at Luo Cheng in confusion.

Luo Cheng handed me a glass of water and explained, “During hypnosis, if something triggers a self-protection mechanism, you will wake up early, for example, if your life is threatened.”

“I didn't feel any threat.”

“Just because you didn't perceive it doesn't mean your subconscious didn't.”

I was slightly stunned. High insurance payout, beneficiary, my professional sensitivity led me to a conclusion—insurance fraud.

Adding to the fact that I had previously dreamed of being kidnapped, could this be the crisis my subconscious detected?

“I'm very curious, what kind of scene did you experience?”

I did not answer, placed down the glass of water, and left the therapy room.

I hurriedly returned home, hastily lay on the bed, eager to fall asleep quickly to see what kind of dream I would have.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't fall asleep. I couldn't sleep during the day, I couldn't sleep at night. To be precise, I was suffering from insomnia.

It seemed as if my subconscious was preventing me from sleeping.

Just when I was at my wits' end, Chen Mei asked to meet with me.

I took the materials I wanted to give her and went to see her.

As soon as we met, Chen Mei burst into tears.

“Wang Leng is dead, he committed suicide.”

I was stunned on the spot. Wang Leng committed suicide, Yang Xiao was no longer Yang Xiao, and what about me?

“This is his suicide note, Teacher Song, you tell me, why, why did he do this? He left us orphans and a widow, why?”

Chen Mei's words struck my heart like heavy blows. I unfolded the suicide note; the handwriting was messy and exuded madness.

“It's fake, all fake.”

“I want to go back.”

“He is still alive, I want to kill him.”

Three simple lines; this was Wang Leng's suicide note.

What was fake?

Where did he want to go back to?

Who was still alive?

A series of questions hit me, compounded by insomnia, making it almost impossible for me to sit still.

“Teacher Song, Teacher Song...” Chen Mei's voice grew weaker and weaker.