Hypnosis?
The bespectacled forensic doctor stared in astonishment. He had seen all kinds of bizarre deaths: killed by sharp or blunt objects, hit by cars, burned alive, falling to one's death, freezing to death, poisoning, illness, and more. But he had never heard of anyone using hypnosis to control someone into killing themselves. From a forensic perspective, aside from hypnosis, was there any difference in the cause of death?
In medicine, a doctor who truly wanted to kill someone could be as deadly as a highly skilled professional assassin. But few would ever do such a thing. For one, doctors were trained to save lives, not take them; someone with a corrupt heart couldn't become a doctor. For another, the profession demanded such expertise that anyone with the necessary skills was bound to earn a generous income and be highly respected. They were unlikely to make enemies so easily that things would come to blows.
Besides, in some ways, the income of a surgeon whose hands were as fast as an assassin's wasn't far off from a professional killer's. Sometimes, the surgeon even made more.
"How could hypnosis make someone jump into a river? That's not scientific!"
A forensic doctor who had just finished taking additional tissue samples seemed unconvinced by hypnosis's supposed powers. In his view, hypnosis could at most make someone fall asleep. It couldn't make them lose control of themselves as if they were possessed.
"Of course it can. I've seen it with my own eyes. Doctor Li is an expert hypnotist."
Officer Xiao Wang eagerly stepped forward to sing Li Bai's praises. Not long ago, Li Bai had used hypnosis to pry open the mouth of Yao Donghu, a notorious smuggling kingpin. It was a rare classic case of interrogation, one that would probably go down