Imprisoning the Black Moonlight

The private residence of the eldest son of the Phnom Penh prince.

A sinister yet handsome man sat cross-legged on a leather sofa, the cigarette between his fingers almost never extinguished. The group of people standing below dared not make a sound except for breathing.

“The methods you’ve described are all wrong. Her eyes aren’t dull, and her thinking is very sharp. Apart from suddenly feeling alienated and disgusted by someone she was very close to, I haven’t noticed anything unusual. It’s not the same as the symptoms of neurotoxins or hypnosis!” The man’s voice was deep as he tried his best to suppress the pain in his heart and forced himself to restore the truth as objectively as possible.

A group of psychiatric experts and authoritative hypnotherapists looked at each other, at a loss. No one would turn down money. The young master was spending tens of millions of US dollars to search the world for talented people. As long as they could meet his conditions, money was no object. However, they came with high expectations, but even after exhausting all their knowledge, they could not meet the requirements.

"La Gu, see the guests out!" Hong Jin waved his hand impatiently, his eyes full of exhaustion.

He had been working tirelessly for several days without sleep, searching for Yuebao, investigating the cause of her illness, and preparing for the possibility of being harmed. Exhausted, he leaned back on the sofa, closed his eyes, but his mind just wouldn't stop racing.

One thing is certain: Yuebao doesn't dislike herself anymore; she must be being controlled or influenced by something.

However, he has not yet found the key to this.

He had even sent people to inquire about mental toxins, hypnosis, and even evil monks in Southeast Asia, but the methods they offered and the final results were all wrong.

What went wrong?

The scene kept replaying in my mind, carefully recalling every word she said...

"He has always been the one I love."

It's always him?

This "he" cannot be Nuohan.

He knew that Yuebao liked him, so why did she say "him"?

Could it be that she mistook someone for someone else?

No, she said she knew she was Hong Jin.

In other words, she didn't mistake the person, she just misplaced her affections?

Thick plumes of white smoke rose from his mouth, and the man with dark, fierce eyes remained silent for a long time, his mind locked.

I suddenly remembered a terrifying legend I heard when I was studying in country Y: an ugly pastor fell in love with a beautiful girl, but the girl already had a fiancé. In order to get the girl, he did not hesitate to kill her fiancé and force himself on her.

However, the girl would rather die than be with him, so the pastor hypnotized her and, based on the hypnosis, spent several years developing a control technique that could transfer people's emotions, transferring the girl's feelings for her fiancé to himself.

Years later, the girl was traumatized and suddenly regained her senses. Under the cover of night, she killed the priest and their child, and set the castle on fire. Even many years later, the castle in the deep forest on the outskirts of Y country remains a must-visit destination for paranormal enthusiasts.

“No, this is just a legend, it’s too unbelievable.” Hong Jin sat up abruptly, rubbed his temples, and muttered to himself, “If such a thing really existed, it would have been used by more powerful people long ago, it couldn’t just be a legend.”

But what if?

There are countless talented and extraordinary people in the world. Just because we haven't seen or heard of them doesn't mean they don't exist.

He took out his phone and dialed his confidant's number. "Investigate all the movements of Hagnu and his confidants and the people they have been in contact with over the past two months. The more detailed the better, and do it as soon as possible!"

*****

The sea breeze on Koh Rong Samloem is cool, with white sand beaches and blue waters intertwined. The setting sun casts a bright orange glow on the sand, where a beautiful young woman in a long red dress, wearing a wide-brimmed beach hat, sits under a parasol and drinks coconut juice.

"Moon, come on, come down with me and splash in the water!" The burly man, wearing black sunglasses on his high nose, with two buttons casually fastened on his white shirt and beach-style shorts that accentuated his rugged and bold appearance, squatted down next to the girl and extended his hand in invitation.

"No!" Yao Gongyue refused decisively. "The ultraviolet rays are so strong here. Look at those people, they're all tanned like crabs. I don't want to go!"

"Didn't you say you wanted to come to the beach? Why are you sitting here now?"

"I'm having a great time, enjoying the sea breeze, drinking coconut water, and admiring the ocean view. What more could I want? The sand is so hard, it hurts my feet!"

The girl complained, throwing a coconut at the man. "Nohan, are you some kind of pervert? There's nothing here, not even a road. How could I possibly live in a place like this? I'd get depressed if I didn't go shopping for a week. Tell me honestly, did you kidnap me?"

A flicker of panic crossed the man's dark eyes as he took her slender white hand. "No, Moon, we have houses in many places. It's just that this place is quiet and undisturbed, which is convenient for you to recover. Once you've recovered, we'll go back to Yangon, or we can go to Thailand."

The girl looked at him with moist eyes, swallowed hard, and said, "You're so rich!"

The man looked at her adorable face and smiled indulgently. "Don't worry, baby, I'm richer than you think. So, you don't have to worry about me keeping you from spending money. If you want to buy something, I'll take you to Thailand when I'm done with my work. We can shop all over the place!"

"You manage all your own money? No, shouldn't I be the one managing the money?"

"Okay!" The man nodded with a smile. "From now on, you'll be in charge of our money. I'll ask you for pocket money, okay?"

"That's more like it!" The little money-grubber grinned smugly. "We were never meant to be, so you'll have to spend more money, brother!"

A rare, broad smile appeared on Nuohan's usually cold and stern face. He lowered his head and gave a rough, hearty laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" The girl half-jokingly pushed him, and the man simply sat on the ground, chuckling for a long time before looking up. "Honey, the sun's gone down now, shall we go for a walk? I've got someone setting up a barbecue over there, and there are a few tourists having a party. Want to come and join in?"

"A party? Is anyone singing? Are there any rock musicians or anything? I want to see!" Her eyes lit up at the mention of a lively event.

"Yes, but you can't flirt with other men!"

"I know, you're so stingy, it's annoying!" She glared at the man angrily, stretched out her fair feet, and said matter-of-factly, "Put on your shoes!"

Very few tourists come to the island, but occasionally backpackers from Europe and America will come. The island's residents will provide some basic services and earn some tips.

The garrison of the Nuohan army is not far from here. Before Yao Gongyue came, he almost never allowed his soldiers to have contact with these people. After she arrived, he lifted the ban, allowing the soldiers to go out in civilian clothes at night for occasional entertainment, in order to create a relatively lively environment so as not to arouse her suspicion.

A bonfire was lit up, and the colorful lights of the cabin were turned on. Some people were barbecuing, while others were gathered together. In the middle sat a boy holding a guitar, and next to him was a college student-looking man with European features, holding a microphone and singing a nice English song.

"Wow! It's so lively!" As she got closer, the girl couldn't contain her excitement and ran over, lifting her skirt.

"Slow down, be careful not to fall!" The man strode after him, his long legs allowing him to catch up in just a few steps.

"Nohan, I want to hear it too. Sing it for me, the Cantonese song you're best at, okay?"