I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 18
Jasmine is very soft
“The power of psychological suggestion is extremely strong—so strong that if you believe you’re already dead, you may truly die. In the same way, when Yang Dongqing believed he was poisoned, under the effect of hypnotic influence, his body began to show poisoning symptoms.”
Zhao Chaoyao’s mouth hung wide open. He didn’t understand, but he was completely shocked.
Su Mu slightly frowned. “Is that hard to understand?”
“But… Chief, the premise of Yang Dongqing being poisoned was that he believed it. But how do you explain the dizziness and fatigue at the start? That couldn’t have been psychological suggestion, right?”
Su Mu looked even more speechless. “If you were burning with anxiety, rushed all the way here, engaged in a bloody battle, took several grenade blasts, got burned by fire, and during that burning, the calming candles all melted, releasing a large amount of calming aroma that you inhaled… and finally, you held your breath in a gas chamber for a full minute, and kissed someone for a minute straight—do you think you wouldn’t feel dizzy?”
Zhao Chaoyao fell silent for a moment, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes. After seriously thinking for a while, he finally gave an answer. “I’d die.”
“You damn—!”
Bang!
Zhao Chaoyao held his head, baring his teeth in pain, but still flattered him with a grin. “Chief, I was just too slow-witted. But I’m really trying my best to understand your profound words. The way you strategize… it’s as if a god has descended! Please, tell me more!”
He racked his brains to come up with two idioms and threw them all out in one breath.
Looking at Zhao Chaoyao’s sycophantic expression, Su Mu suddenly felt another headache. He’d had some red wine earlier, and the headache had eased, but now it was coming back.
Sigh. If only hypnosis could make people smarter.
But he knew that was impossible. Even if you hypnotize a failing student, they still couldn’t solve a math problem they didn’t understand before. Math is just that fair—if you don’t get it, you don’t get it.
“If you can’t understand the Transcendent version, then I’ll give you a normal version. Actually, I poisoned him.”
Huh!?
Zhao Chaoyao was stunned. One moment there was poison, the next there wasn’t?
“Chief, so was there poison or not?”
Su Mu continued calmly. “The food Jasmine made for Yang Dongqing was indeed poisoned. But that type of poison doesn’t take effect unless a chemical reaction occurs. The wine glass Jasmine drank from was also poisoned. That poison was harmless on its own, but it acts as a catalyst for the other poison. So, when the two kissed, the poison inside Yang Dongqing reacted with the poison on Jasmine’s lips, producing a strange reaction that led to actual poisoning.”
Zhao Chaoyao was shocked, but then suddenly realized a flaw. “Wait, Chief, Jasmine also ate that food. She… oh, right, she vomited once. So, you’re saying that the surveillance footage of her vomiting was also caused by your hypnosis!?”
At that moment, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Then Su Mu chuckled. “Want to hear a third version?”
“What!? There’s a third version!?”
“Yes. The third version is a mix of the Transcendent and normal versions. I did poison him, and I also used psychological suggestion. Yang Dongqing was poisoned due to the combined effects of both. Otherwise, how could a Transcendent be taken down so easily?”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Chaoyao was completely dumbfounded. His head itched, as if he was about to grow a brain.
“Chief, which version is the real one?”
Su Mu smiled without answering, leaning on his cane as he walked away, leaving Zhao Chaoyao scratching his head repeatedly.
He couldn’t let himself be the only one with a headache.
“Chief! Chief! Wait up! Which version is the real one? Just tell me!”
“Chief! Chief! Then can I ask a different question? Why didn’t you just hypnotize Jasmine and make her follow your orders directly? Why did you make her choose? In the end, you still had to kill a stand-in.”
Su Mu slowly stopped walking. In the dim corridor, he didn’t look back. His calm voice echoed into Zhao Chaoyao’s ears.
“Because I like surprises.”
Zhao Chaoyao froze, staring blankly at the silhouette fading into the darkness, not understanding what that meant.
“Don’t you find human struggle fascinating?”
“A life where everything is controlled would be far too boring…”
Su Mu’s faint voice gradually faded.
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In the dungeon of the Viper Gang.
Yang Dongqing was bound by chains as thick as a baby’s arm, fixed to a steel chair welded to the floor, completely immobile.
Beside him stood a middle-aged man in a white lab coat.
When Su Mu entered the dungeon, the man in the lab coat greeted him with fanatical respect. “Chief!”
“How’s the situation?” Su Mu ignored the furious look in Yang Dongqing’s eyes and asked calmly.
The lab coat man quickly replied, “According to your instructions, he inhales the paralyzing gas every hour. I guarantee he doesn’t even have the strength to lift a finger now.”
“Good.” Su Mu nodded, then looked at the captive Yang Dongqing.
“Su Mu! You despicable scum! Even if I die, I won’t answer a single question!”
“Oh?” Su Mu pushed up his amber glasses, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “You’re not afraid of dying. But what about Miss Jasmine?”
Yang Dongqing froze, then flew into a rage. His eyes turned blood-red, muscles bulging.
The next moment, the chains around him rattled violently under his brute strength.
“If you dare harm Jasmine, I’ll tear you to pieces!!”
Su Mu looked expressionlessly at the man in the lab coat.
The man broke into a cold sweat. “Th-this is impossible! He just inhaled the paralyzing gas! Even an elephant wouldn’t be able to move so soon! Ch-Chief, I’ll increase the dosage immediately. Please put on your gas mask.”
A moment later, both men put on gas masks. As the man in the lab coat pressed a button—hissss…
White smoke poured out of the room’s vents.
After a few minutes, the wildly struggling Yang Dongqing was completely drained of strength.
Through the gas mask, Su Mu carefully observed Yang Dongqing, deep in thought.
It seemed his strength was tied to his emotions—or maybe his willpower?
Just now, when Nan Mo was mentioned, his anger flared, and despite the paralysis, his body regained some power.
To test further, Su Mu slowly approached him. Looking at Yang Dongqing, whose pupils were starting to lose focus, he bent down and whispered in his ear, “Jasmine… is very soft.”
