The ghost vanished, which meant Brother Liu's childhood trauma had vanished too.
He should no longer have been afraid of ghosts now, or at least not as afraid as before.
Seventh Master stood up, looked at Brother Liu, and asked, "Are you still afraid of ghosts?"
Tear tracks still marked Brother Liu's face. Still expressionless, he answered mechanically, "No. That's my grandfather..."
Seventh Master and I exchanged a glance, heartened once more.
As long as the trauma in his mind was gone, the barrier someone had placed in his memories would be cleared away too.
In theory, Brother Liu should now have been able to recall his lost memories.
"Very good."
Seventh Master praised him. "Now that your trauma is gone, your mind is impregnable. You're a police officer, and a criminal is provoking you. Can you let him run wild?"
Brother Liu suddenly frowned, a faint look of anger appearing on his face. "No..."
Seventh Master said, "If he dares hypnotize you today, he'll dare shit on your head tomorrow. The bastard! Enough is enough. Think back to what that bastard looked like."
As soon as he finished speaking, our surroundings changed again.
The scene returned to the alley near Brother Liu's workplace.
Brother Liu frowned, staring straight ahead with a stern expression as he recalled what the man looked like.
Soon, the man appeared.
We finally saw his face.
He was a man of about forty, tall and imposing, with a distinguished bearing and cunning in his eyes.
Seventh Master narrowed his eyes and began analyzing him. "High, protruding cheekbones. This man is arrogant and will betray friends and family to achieve his goals. Protruding cheekbones paired with a narrow, pointed chin-he's deeply suspicious and trusts only himself. A nose that extends toward the crown signifies wealth and