351: Chapter 345 Psychological Counseling 351: Chapter 345 Psychological Counseling Back in the small van Chen Hai and the others had driven here, Chen Hai took out a cigarette and lighted it.
After finishing the cigarette, he waited for about ten more minutes.
Eventually, Bai Xiaohang, Tian Mingjian, and others came out of the bungalow and quickly walked towards him.
His cousin, Huang Yong, had been knocked unconscious and was being carried by Bai Xiaohang.
Given Bai Xiaohang’s brute strength, saying he could run a horse on his arms might be an exaggeration, but carrying someone on his shoulder was definitely effortless.
From the way his cousin Huang Yong had behaved earlier at the Wan Family Supermarket,
Chen Hai knew that if he didn’t intervene, Huang Yong would likely not choose to go home but continue to wander.
Knocking him out and bringing him back to the hotel, Chen Hai needed to seriously talk some sense into him.
“Did any of the other survivors make it?” After everyone was in the van, Chen Hai asked.
“Those people, due to psychological trauma, can’t overcome their fear of Brother Biao and the others, not just yet!”
“We’ve left the side house’s door open.
Those guys are all staying put inside, too scared to move randomly!”
“When we just pulled this kid out, the others inside were so frightened that their faces turned white, all of them trembling uncontrollably.”
“After we leave, give them some time, and seeing that nobody’s attending to them, they should come out on their own!”
Tian Mingjian was driving the van upfront.
At the moment, the one explaining to Chen Hai was Bai Baoshan.
As he spoke, he glanced at Huang Yong, who was still unconscious and laid across the back seat.
Taking Huang Yong had been something Chen Hai had instructed him to do.
After all, he had already come across this beggar in the afternoon and roughly guessed that this person must be the relative his boss was looking for.
“When we leave Sand Well Town later, find a public phone booth and call the police, just say that there are missing people around here!”
Hearing Bai Baoshan’s explanation, Chen Hai nodded.
After a moment of thought, he spoke again, giving instructions.
The money they had found in the side house had already been distributed by his men among the little girls and boys.
With several thousands of yuan divided among them, he couldn’t say much, but each person getting two to three thousand yuan was likely.
With money in hand, would they try to find a way to go back to their hometowns or look for their relatives?
Chen Hai felt it was unlikely!
Being used as money-making tools by Brother Biao and others, living lives worse than pigs and dogs, those guys had developed psychological issues to some degree!
It was highly possible that once free, they would squander the money in indulgence for a while, and then, once penniless, start their wandering life yet again.
Chen Hai pitied them, truly.
But faced with such a situation, he was helpless.
After all, he was no saint; it was impossible to keep these people with him and redeem them, to help them start anew.
Calling the police to let officials handle the remaining issues and arrange their situations was the only thing Chen Hai could do for them!
As for whether calling the police might bring them trouble,
Chen Hai didn’t even consider these concerns.
In “Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio,” the people transformed into beasts by the Beast Creation Technique could revert back to normal just by drinking water.
In fact, that was merely something Pu Songling made up.
The real Beast Creation Technique wasn’t so simple.
To revert back to human after being transformed into a beast certainly required more than just a drink of water.
For Liu and Brother Biao, who had been turned into a crippled old dog, unless there was someone who understood the technique and was more powerful than Chen Hai, nothing could be done.
Otherwise, even if they died, they would still be nothing but old dogs, incapable of transforming back into human form.
Besides the two of them, the rest had already been transformed by the Corpse Transformation Talisman.
Even if the police were called, they would hardly be able to find anything valuable.
Given Chen Hai’s relationship with the Ye Family in Yuedong, without any evidence, could the police station pose a threat to him based solely on conjecture?
After Tian Mingjian and Bai Xiaohang consented, the vehicle started and slowly moved forward.
At around 2 a.m., in the luxurious suite at Huadu Hotel where Chen Hai stayed,
Huang Yong, who had been lying unconscious on the couch, finally opened his eyes.
“Are you awake, Yong?” Chen Hai, who had been nearby, asked with a warm smile on his face.
It had been almost an hour since they returned from Sand Well Town.
He really wanted to wake Huang Yong up, and it could be done easily by splashing some cold water on his face.
However, Chen Hai simply couldn’t bring himself to do it.
He knew what Huang Yong used to be like.
How could he let Huang Yong, who had been forcibly reduced to such a pitiable state, just sleep it off after fainting?
Chen Hai couldn’t bear to wake him with cold water.
“Oooh…
Oooh…” Suddenly seeing Chen Hai, Huang Yong seemed startled; he flailed his arms and moaned.
“This is inside the hotel; it’s my room!”
“Besides you and me, there are no strangers here.”
“The likes of Brother Biao and Liu, whom you fear, can’t find this place and won’t have a chance to find it again!”
“So, you don’t need to worry or get anxious about anything!”
Pausing briefly, Chen Hai pointed to the paper and pen on the coffee table in front of the couch and continued, “It’s okay if you can’t speak; you still have hands.
Whatever you want to say, you can write it down!”
“Have you any idea how worried your Fourth Aunt and Uncle have been, having no news from you for over a year?”
“After knowing that I might come to Shen City, they repeatedly urged me to try and find you!”
“I know.
Given your current condition, you don’t want to return, and you’re afraid to go back!”
“You don’t want your Fourth Aunt and Uncle to see you like this; you fear making them sad and worry that you might burden them.”
“But have you thought about it?
You’re their only child; they would be devastated if you continued to be unreachable.”
“So what if you’ve lost your legs and your tongue?
At least you’re still alive!”
“Have you ever read ‘How the Steel Was Tempered’?”
“If you have, then you should understand that poverty is not to be feared, hardship is not to be feared; what’s truly fearful is losing hope and completely losing confidence in oneself.”
“You must be familiar with the famous military strategist Sun Bin’s story.”
“Just like you, he had words carved into his face, and his legs were cut off, but he didn’t give up on himself; despite his disabilities, he still achieved great things!”
“In my memory, Yong, you’ve always been someone who never admits defeat.”
“Are you truly willing to submit to fate?
Are you sure that you can’t do the things others can do?”
Looking straight at Huang Yong, Chen Hai spoke earnestly and slowly.
He had never learned public speaking and didn’t understand the art of communication.
He was a poor student, never studied psychology, and didn’t really know how to touch people’s hearts.
Yet, because of the strength of his Divine Soul, the words that came from his mouth were convincingly persuasive, possessing a compelling influence.