"What did you say?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, several flight attendants, and indeed all the passengers, turned to look at Shen Lang. Qi Siyuan exclaimed in shock.
"I said, she can provide a witness, and she can also find evidence."
Shen Lang smiled, "I am the witness, and I also took a video when you, Young Master Zhou, were stealing."
"What? Is stealing exclusive to the poor? Rich people don't steal?"
Shen Lang looked at Qi Siyuan and the others and questioned, "Is there anyone who stipulates that rich people can't steal? Did you make that rule?"
"You..."
Qi Siyuan did not expect Shen Lang to jump out like a meddler. Before she could recover from her shock, she was bombarded by Shen Lang.
"Kid, I warn you, don't talk nonsense, and don't spread rumors."
For some reason, Qi Siyuan intensely disliked the rebellious look on Shen Lang's face. She said angrily, "No one stipulates that rich people cannot steal, but for someone of Young Master Zhou's status to steal an inexpensive bamboo flute, it's like saying Bill Gates went to an internet cafe to steal a computer. Don't you find it ridiculous?"
Qi Siyuan scanned all the passengers and asked with a smile, "Who among you believes this kind of talk?"
"We don't believe it, we don't believe it."
After Qi Siyuan finished speaking, all the passengers burst into laughter.
"Some people steal because they are poor, while some people steal because they are sick."
Shen Lang looked at Zhou Jian and smiled, "Born into a wealthy family since childhood, having everything handed to you, beautiful women, luxury cars, cruise ships, whatever you desire, you can obtain it with ease. You've long found no joy in life, haven't you?"
"I..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zhou Jian's face changed drastically, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks.
Zhou Jian's reaction was as if he had been stabbed in the heart. He was flustered and panicked.
"You feel your life is rotten, utterly boring. You've wanted to commit suicide, but ultimately couldn't go through with it. So, you sought excitement through various means."
"In the end, you discovered the most thrilling method: stealing. To feel the heart-pounding thrill during the act of theft."
Shen Lang patted Zhou Jian's shoulder and said with a smile, "Your methods are very skilled. You must have stolen more than once. You enjoy the process and the pleasure of a successful theft every time, don't you?"
"I..."
Zhou Jian wanted to argue, but found that in front of Shen Lang's sharp eyes, he had no courage to argue, or rather, he lacked the confidence to argue.
Because he knew that Shen Lang was telling the truth, and the truth was the most irrefutable thing.
"What? Don't you admit you were trying to steal the bamboo flute from her just now?"
Shen Lang fiddled with his phone and said with a smile, "I actually recorded a video. Do you want to see it?"
After saying that, Shen Lang unlocked his phone and handed it to Zhou Jian, saying.
"I..."
Zhou Jian looked at Shen Lang's phone, wanting to reach out and take it, but his hand, which had only reached halfway, reflexively retracted.
"This is an illness, and it needs treatment, otherwise, it will drag you into an abyss of eternal damnation."
Shen Lang looked at Zhou Jian, who was around his age but weighed two hundred pounds and looked haggard. He smiled and said, "If you don't get your illness treated in time, you will become more and more frantic and more and more reckless in your pursuit of thrills in the future. Otherwise, do you think that's how serial killers and psychopaths are born?"
"I..."
Zhou Jian had never imagined that his little quirk would evolve into such a state in the future. He turned pale with fright and said, "You can see my illness with just a glance, so you must be able to cure me, right?"
"Just say the word. As long as you can cure my illness, whatever you want, I will give it to you."
Zhou Jian didn't want to be like this, sneaking around, being a low-life thief, but he simply couldn't control himself.
Apart from stealing, he could gain no pleasure from anything else.
Zhou Jian felt his life was like stagnant water, it was like this before, it was like this now, and it would continue to be like this in the future.
The most terrifying days in this world are those where you can see the end from the beginning.
"Haha, looking at the illness is free, but curing it comes at a different price."
Shen Lang looked at Zhou Jian, who had a hopeful expression, and smiled, "If you want me to cure you, the price will be discussed separately. The first thing is to apologize to the young lady whose bamboo flute you tried to steal and then falsely accused."
"I apologize to her?"
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zhou Jian became enraged, "What is my status? Do I need to apologize to anyone?"
"See? Your illness is right here. You both resent everything you have now, feeling that everything you possess restricts you, suffocates you, and leaves you hopeless. Yet, you thoroughly enjoy the superiority that comes with everything you own."
"To cure your illness, you must bravely face it. And apologizing is the first step you must take."
Shen Lang smiled faintly, "If you want to be cured, you'd better take this step. Otherwise, no one can help you."
"I..."
Hearing Shen Lang's words, Zhou Jian fell into hesitation and pain.
He was a person of status. If he apologized in public, admitting to theft and then falsely accusing someone, it would not only affect his image but also cause negative publicity for his family.
However, as Shen Lang said, if he didn't take this step, he would live like a rat his entire life, seeking ridiculous thrills and pleasure in clandestine thievery.
"Apologize. It's not that difficult, not as difficult as you imagine."
Shen Lang smiled and spoke to Zhou Jian again.
Shen Lang's words seemed to give Zhou Jian immense encouragement. He looked at Shi Wuxie and said sincerely, "Miss, I really intended to steal your bamboo flute just now. I'm sorry, it was my mistake."
"What?"
Seeing Zhou Jian actually apologize, not only Shi Wuxie, but also the flight attendants like Qi Siyuan and the passengers were stunned.
No one had expected that Zhou Jian truly had such an illness, gaining pleasure from stealing. Even more unexpectedly, Shen Lang had managed to trick Zhou Jian into admitting it with just a few words.
Everyone stared fixedly at Shen Lang, their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
"Very good. Daring to apologize is the first step you've taken. Next, you need to take the second step."
Shen Lang was very satisfied with Zhou Jian's performance and said, "Your illness stems from your belief that nothing in the world brings joy, and that living is a torment. Therefore, the second step you must take is to find joy."
Saying this, Shen Lang took out a copy of "Huangdi Neijing" and a martial arts manual he practiced, "Eighteen Styles of Qin Na," and handed them to Zhou Jian. "This is a medical book and a martial arts secret manual. Choose one and find joy in them."
Seeing this, Zhou Jian was greatly startled. His eyes lingered on the two books for a long time before he finally picked up the copy of "Huangdi Neijing."