I'm Just a Writer Who Lives in a Haunted House. Why Do Detectives, Forensic Hypnotists, Etc. All Come to Me?

[High IQ hypnotic crime + urban supernatural + refreshing rhythm] Buying a house will give you a haunted house, jumping off a building will give you a tofu bag, whoever likes to live in this shabby building will live in it! I am Lao Gui, a writer of supernatural novels. I bought a house to save money for my wife, and the result is: My neighbor gave me a trapeze show in the middle of the night; The kid in the elevator pestered me to find my mother; The landlord died and left a last note on the door: "Does the tofu cake taste good?" Those were the words he used to tease the deceased during his lifetime! The crazy detective said this was a serial case and asked me to be a non-staff consultant. I thought I was helping the police handle the case, but I almost ended up in a coffin. The day I broke into the haunted house alone, I saw the most terrifying thing in my life. Lan Lan, Hu Tou, and all the dead stood in front of me, forcing me to stab myself. When I woke up, I was in a mental hospital. The young master in the next bed said: "You are not crazy, you are under a double hypnosis array." Me:? ? ? Can hypnosis kill people? What's even more outrageous is that in a bizarre suicide case of a rich man, the real murderer used this trick. The mysterious organization behind the scenes surfaced, and their next target was. Yes...