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For more than half a month, everything had been calm and peaceful. My friend and I often found ourselves wandering to Jack's counseling room. First, the foreigner was incredibly knowledgeable, and listening to his stories was quite entertaining. Second, he seemed quite wealthy; visiting him meant we could enjoy some fine foreign liquor and smoke top-notch Cuban cigars. Third, there was a lingering concern; after all, the situation was still unresolved, and it was impossible to truly disregard it.
After lunch, with no classes in the afternoon, we were casually heading to Jack's place for a drink when we ran into him. Upon inquiry, we learned that a Chinese exchange student had recently experienced some mental health issues and had been treated in a psychiatric hospital. Now that he was improving, the school wanted him to undergo a psychological evaluation to see if he could continue his studies. Jack asked if we were interested in visiting his counseling room at the school.
Upon hearing it was a Chinese student, we readily agreed, curious to see what a psychological evaluation entailed. We followed Jack as he rambled on incessantly, revealing more about himself than necessary within just a few minutes.
I thought to myself that he probably couldn't keep secrets; it seemed he had indeed been lured to Thailand by Du Wang for reasons unknown, which made me feel somewhat reassured. My friend, however, wasn't interested in Jack's chatter. He wore a poker face as if someone owed him money, likely still sulking over the pair of boots I had coerced him into buying by threatening not to let him copy during an exam—costing over thirty thousand Thai Baht.
Jack's counseling room was located on the west side of Chiang Mai University. When we arrived, a disheveled young man was sitting on the steps outside, smoking with cigarette butts scattered all around.
This was quite rare in Thailand. The locals are known for their cleanliness and rarely litter, which is quite different from what one might find back home.
Jack frowned slightly as the young man looked up at us. I was taken aback!
On our way here, we learned that his name was Cai Can. Back in China, he was a third-rate screenwriter and director who had made some poor life choices. In pursuit of making a horror film, he came to Thailand to study screenwriting and ended up leaving his wife back home to cohabit with a Thai university student. Half a year ago, after gaining fame as a rising star, he was dumped by this young woman and subsequently developed delusions due to the emotional turmoil.
I cursed under my breath at how he had embarrassed our country. "There are countless sons and daughters of China; if one fails, another can take their place!" For the sake of a Thai girl, he had become like Chen Shimei—a figure of betrayal—and now he was suffering from mental illness. Was this how he repaid the nurturing of the Party and the people?
However, everyone knew how things worked in the entertainment industry; few were clean or deserving of sympathy. I even checked his Weibo account and saw that before losing his mind, he often interacted with female fans in an ostentatious manner, particularly those who were attractive—my feelings mixed with anger and envy.
But when I saw his appearance, I began to think that things were not as simple as they seemed.
I had never seen anyone look like this! It wasn't that he was ugly; on the contrary, there was something slightly handsome about him. However, his overall demeanor was far too intimidating!
According to the two books, a person's appearance is also associated with the five elements. When matched correctly, the five elements support each other, leading to a smooth and prosperous life; if matched poorly, the elements conflict, and one can only hope for good fortune.
To put it simply, those who are thin belong to Wood, those with sharp features belong to Fire, those who are thick and heavy belong to Earth, those with square features belong to Metal, and those who are round and plump belong to Water. The body type should align with the five elements of destiny for things to go smoothly. Therefore, everyone should not blindly focus on losing or gaining weight but should control their body shape according to the principles of the five elements in appearance and destiny, which will yield better results.
Some people may have been doing well but start facing difficulties after gaining or losing weight; this is the reason behind it.
Cai Can was extremely thin, with sparse eyebrows and hair, a long nose bridge, a very prominent Adam's apple, and pointed ears reminiscent of the elves in The Lord of the Rings. His fingers were long and pale, which are typical characteristics of a "Wooden Figure."
This type of person generally has a decent fate but tends to rise later in life. They are serious in character, straightforward and unyielding, not fond of vanity or power plays, but they can be quite stubborn. However, his skin was a muddy yellow, his eyes were restless, and he sat there fidgeting with his feet floating—this was precisely the taboo for a "Wooden Figure," making him appear lecherous and hypocritical, easily attracting spirits.
Cai Can might have found it strange that Jack wasn't alone. Jack smiled apologetically and said, "Sorry, two friends are also Chinese. They heard about you and wanted to see if you needed any help."
Jack's tone had a soft and husky magnetism that was quite different from how he usually spoke; even his light blue eyes seemed somewhat dreamy, exuding an indescribable comfort. Cai Can stiffly nodded without refusing anything as Jack opened the door and walked in with him.
"Pumpkin, did you notice anything?" Mooncake whispered to me.
"He has an appearance that easily attracts spirits."
"That's not what I meant. Did you notice his belt buckle?"
I had only focused on his appearance earlier and hadn't paid attention to his belt buckle.
"Let's talk inside. His belt has roses carved on it with a ring in the middle; it reminds me of the legend of 'Ghost Wife Nana.'" Mooncake slipped through the door.
I stood outside the door, the scorching sun beating down on my skin, yet I felt a chill running through me. I certainly knew the legend of Ghost Wife Nana; could it be that the belt buckle Cai Can brought was the one from the tale?
Upon entering the room, I found Cai Can sunk into the soft sofa, eyes closed, mumbling in his sleep.
Jack sat beside him, just having tucked away a pocket watch and now holding a voice recorder, taking notes. Mooncake picked up a pen from the table and scribbled a few words on his hand, showing them to me—
Hypnosis!
Jack can hypnotize?
Before I could ponder this further, Li Ran began to tell one of his stories...
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