Who would study psychology unless they had some issues?!

The current time.

Based on the normal forty-minute consultation duration, there are ten minutes left.

Based on the extreme limit of an hour-long consultation, there are thirty minutes left.

Nan Zhubin plans to use this time to let the visitor finish recounting his destructive event experience, along with hearing about the changes in his life.

Actually, according to the normal procedure, Nan Zhubin should first listen to the experience and then teach the "grounding technique" for intervention.

But this experience clearly had a too significant impact on the visitor, making even retelling it put the visitor into a state of difficulty in thinking.

So, it's special circumstances require special treatment.

Let's see if we can continue talking now.

Nan Zhubin thought about it and brought the topic back: "Let's go back to your experience—you just said they synthesized some unpleasant videos from your private information, and then?"

And then?

The visitor took a deep breath.

After the relief from the grounding technique just now, his condition had improved to some extent.

The visitor changed his sitting posture, no longer leaning forward with elbows on knees, but leaned back, bringing his back closer to the sofa, increasing the wrapping feeling of his body.

"Later, of course, they wanted me to transfer money, threatening to send the video to all my contacts if I didn't."

"At this point…they really got me by the throat." The visitor's mouth turned downward a bit, "I started to panic."

Then he took a deep breath and said, "Fortunately, I had already started running toward the Police Station, thinking about stalling for time, but this time, it was self-rescue."

"I pretended to cry on the other side, acting pitiably, saying I was a poor student, a discharged soldier, all the money stayed with my family, and I had no money on me."

"The other side surprisingly started comforting me, saying they were also forced by life, claiming I had a bright future, they only wanted money and didn't want to ruin someone else…to be honest, I suspected the other side was also a Psychological Consultant, their voice was so gentle…"

At this point, the visitor paused: "Um…Sir, I mean…"

He obviously felt that his words might offend Nan Zhubin.

Nan Zhubin waved his hand and encouraged with a smile: "It's okay, go on."

The visitor nodded: "They wanted five thousand this time, I said I'm a poor student, I'd need a loan to give them this money. They said they just wanted money and didn't want to ruin a person, give as much as I could, there's no need to borrow any."

"I told them I will definitely borrow money for them, just hoping they wouldn't broadcast the video. I pretended to be very scared, speaking with a sobbing tone, thinking—just play along with them."

"A few thousand yuan is within my bearing range, I'd truly rather they just wanted money without spreading those fabricated things."

"Then after wasting over ten minutes, when I really couldn't stall anymore, I split it into two transfers, one of two thousand, one of three thousand, and transferred it to them separately."

At this point, the visitor lifted his head and moved his neck a bit.

Many people, when discussing uncomfortable topics, will make a lot of small movements—just like the current visitor. This is a spontaneous, body landing-like physical movement, a kind of unconscious individual adjustment.

Nan Zhubin knew they had reached a rather crucial point.

"Then I did something stupid again, although my sobbing tone was feigned, I was actually quite panicked, lost in judgment, thinking I had fooled them. But unexpectedly they…were more cunning."

"After receiving the money, they pretended to be satisfied and told me—when I downloaded the APP earlier, they implanted a Trojan on my phone, which allowed them to access my contacts."

"They even faked a countdown video for me, saying they have a program that, once the countdown hits zero, it'll mass send the synthesized video via WeChat. Now that I've paid them, they're planning to delete it…ha."

The visitor suddenly laughed, not a bitter laugh, but a grin, clenching his teeth smile.

Like someone from a country draped in a star-spangled banner.

"Sir, I told you before, they could access my photo album and contacts through those APPs' privacy agreements, right?"

Nan Zhubin nodded: "Yes."

The visitor said, "But it was only during my later review that I came to realize, at the time, I didn't know, I was really flustered, thinking a Trojan could actually do this."

The visitor tilted his head to one side, sighing deeply: "They said implanting a Trojan is easy, but removing it is troublesome. At this point, their tone became urgent, saying they didn't want things to escalate, after all, they only wanted money, hoping to help me remove the Trojan quickly."

The visitor suddenly leaned back, eyes vacant, staring at the ceiling.

He let out a wail-like sigh: "Ah…I believed it."

"They guided me to open a Tencent video conference call, live streaming my phone screen, 'guiding' me through phone operations. Told me—I must open the WeChat group chat interface, switch to the group QR code page, so they could help remove the Trojans one group by one group."

"But, upon hearing this, you should have discerned their true aim, right, sir?"

Nan Zhubin sighed.

Thought for a moment in his heart, organized his language after a while.

"I have a guess." Nan Zhubin said, "They used video screenshots of your group QR codes, having the ability to enter your group chats and mass send videos, then threatened you?"

The visitor grinned and nodded, nodding so forcefully his chin might touch his collar.

"Yes, there is no Trojan… They could initially only send to contacts, which were just a few dozen people. But after I showed them the group chat QR codes during the video call, they gained the real ability to mass broadcast."

"I even displayed the few group chats I used most often recently…"

"In other words… I single-handedly created the conditions for them to threaten, even ruin me."

The visitor's eyes were hollow: "Like a silly marionette."

"Honestly, if someone else told me this story, I'd laugh at how dumb they were, doing exactly what the other side said. But when it happened to me… I followed their lead step by step."

"At this point, they completely tore off their masks, beginning to laugh, their tone turned aggressive, demanding one hundred thousand, and because I was live streaming my phone's screen in the video meeting, they could clearly see every operation on my phone."

The visitor suddenly laughed again, still with that tooth-gritting, grinning smile.

After the smile persisted for two seconds, the arc of his mouth gradually faded, leaving only the clenched jaw movement, and the rigid-looking gaze with wide eyes.

"Video conferencing… this is really a clever move. They asked me to show them my entire balance, as well as the loan limit on various APPs, thus exposing the lies of feigned crying and claiming to be a poor student; I couldn't keep the phone screen away from their control, hence I couldn't call the police either."

The visitor breathed out a long sigh: "Thankfully, I started running toward the Police Station from the beginning."

This was a phrase of relief.

But Nan Zhubin couldn't see any micro expressions of [happiness] on the other's face.

"And then?"

The visitor smiled a smile, unclear whether it was at the matter, at himself, or something else.

"Then I arrived at the Police Station and handed the phone I was chatting on to the police, but—in such conditions, there is no way to recover."

"At the very least, there's no way to prevent them from mass sending the video."

The visitor nodded: "Yes, they mass sent it. Sent it to my family group, class group, and all other groups I've been using recently."