Although Ji Lang asked Bei Fan to fall asleep an hour later, in fact, he didn't fall asleep immediately after an hour because he suddenly realized something.
Even if Bei Fan fell asleep listening to his words, the liver digger might not fall asleep at this point. After all, at half past seven, many people have just finished dinner. So Ji Lang adjusted the time and waited until eleven o'clock in the evening before turning off the lights and going to bed, ready to fall asleep.
A person who cares so much about the health of the liver will definitely go to bed before eleven o'clock, so Ji Lang is sure that the liver digger must have fallen asleep at this time.
Nightmare power can make him fall into a dream at any time, but this type of dreaming is random entry. That is to say, Ji Lang can't control whose dream he enters, and is just randomly pulled into the nightmare closest to him. If you want to find the liver digger in this way, it is almost a needle in a haystack, because there are tens of millions of people and tens of millions of dreams in this city.
Therefore, he must first enter the dream of a person who has contact with the liver digger, and then enter the dream of the liver digger through this person. To enter the dream of a specific person, he must have prior knowledge of, or contact with, the owner of the dream.
Bei Fan is an employee of his studio. The two have known each other for a long time. It was easy for Ji Lang to enter Bei Fan's dream. But Ji Lang lay on the bed for two full minutes, and he couldn't find the entrance to the dream.
There can only be one explanation: Bei Fan, he hasn't slept yet! ! !
Ji Lang got up with a dark face, and made a phone call.
"Boss, I have already changed half of the script..." Seeing that the boss suddenly called him, Bei Fan immediately thought that he was here to check the post.
"You, go to sleep for me now." Ji Lang said solemnly.
"Boss, I was wrong, I... I'm really changing the script. If you don't believe me, I'll take a picture for you to see."
"Now, immediately, go to sleep for me immediately, and I'll give you ten minutes." After that, Ji Lang hung up the phone directly.
Bei Fan held the phone in a daze, and suddenly felt that working overtime was neither, nor sleeping, and didn't know what to do.
Boss what does this mean? !
"What's wrong?" Dong Yongyuan heard the movement and knocked on the door to come in.
"Dongzi, the boss called me and told me to go to bed quickly? Did he deliberately rudely beat me, or did he suddenly get sick in his head?" Bei Fan couldn't figure it out.
"The boss asked you to sleep?" Dong Yongyuan was also taken aback.
"Yes, send me a WeChat message at 6 o'clock and let me sleep at 7:30. Just suddenly called me and asked me to sleep in ten minutes. Did he really want me to sleep, or did he deliberately check the post? You said the boss will call again in ten minutes, should I answer or not? Sleep or not?" Bei Fan used to think that Ji Lang had a bad temper and a poisonous mouth, but as long as the money is in place, he can bear it.
But suddenly it was capricious, as if the uncle was coming, which made him a little unable to resist.
"Let me take a look." Dong Yongyuan took Bei Fan's mobile phone, looked at the chat records between him and Ji Lang, and said, "Go to bed."
"Ah? Are you really sleeping?" Bei Fan was still a little flustered.
Dong Yongyuan guessed that Ji Lang might want to enter Bei Fan's dream, but he couldn't explain it to Bei Fan, so he could only say: "When the boss gets angry, he doesn't directly confront him, when have you seen him do it? This kind of yin and yang twists and turns. He tells you to sleep and you sleep, the big deal is to start early tomorrow and change the rest of the script."
"But... why does he bother me to sleep?"
"Didn't you find that you look bad? It looks like you are sick." Dong Yongyuan said indiscriminately.
"Really? Then... Then I slept?" Since the boss's good dream doll was gone, his sleep quality has not been very good.
Dong Yongyuan closed the door and left. Although he didn't know why the boss suddenly wanted to enter Beifan's dream, Beifan was alone and the salary was paid by the boss, so there should be nothing to gain.
Is it just a routine survey of employees' physical and mental health
Twenty minutes later, Ji Lang tried to dream again, and this time he easily found the entrance to Beifan Dreamland.
If it is a random dream, Ji Lang's dream must be a nightmare, but if it is a directional dream, it is not necessarily a nightmare, it may be a beautiful dream. It's just that once he goes in, no matter whether the other party has a good dream or a nightmare, it will eventually turn into a nightmare.
After all, he is a nightmare, the embodiment of a nightmare.
In the dream, Bei Fan was meeting someone in a coffee shop. Ji Lang looked familiar, but couldn't remember who it was.
"Producer Liu, what did you just say about my script?" Bei Fan in the dream asked nervously.
Produced by Liu? Ji Lang remembered, as if he was the producer of a certain film and television company who bought the copyright of one of his books.
"Your script is very good. Our company wants to buy the copyright. How about the signing fee of five million?" Producer Liu asked.
"Five... five million?" Bei Fan was surprised, "Will it be too much."
"Where are there more? Which one of the scripts of the great god Zihe is not worth tens of millions. Your script is not inferior to his at all, but you are not as famous as him. Five million is definitely worth it."
"My script is not worse than the boss's?" Bei Fanle's mouth could not close.
It is a beautiful dream, but the dream is only to this extent, but it is really promising. Ji Lang couldn't help but complain.
At this moment, the picture of the dream changed, Bei Fan returned to the studio, and happily announced to his colleagues in the company that he had sold the script, and then Ji Lang saw him appear.
I saw myself in the dream sneered and sneered: "Your script is so rubbish, you are too embarrassed to sell it?!"
After this sentence, Bei Fan's dream began to collapse, from the bright warm color to gray-white. Producer Liu reappeared and retracted the contract: "Sorry, after our company had a meeting to discuss, we decided not to buy your script."
"Hmph, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish." Ji Lang in the dream cursed over and over again.
"No!!!" Bei Fan shouted in humiliation and grief.
Ji Lang couldn't bear it any longer when he saw this: "Very good, so I am such a person in your heart."
Holding back his anger, Ji Lang waved his hand and began to read Bei Fan's dreams. In reality, Bei Fan, along with Ji Lang's reading, kept traversing in his own dreams.
After flipping through the pages for a while, Ji Lang quickly found Bei Fan's dream about digging the liver demon. This dream was the one that Bei Fan had been nightmared about when he was in the studio. In the dream, Bei Fan was trapped on the bed motionless, and a shadowy liver digger was digging his liver.
He reached out to touch the figure of the liver digger, trying to establish a connection with the liver digger in the dream, but the moment he met, the liver digger in the dream suddenly turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.
Ji Lang was silent for a moment, then pulled away from the dream. And just as he left the dream, Bei Fan in the nightmare was also awakened.
"Scared me to death!" Bei Fan rushed to the kitchen and took a gulp of water.
"What's wrong?" Dong Yongyuan, who had not slept yet, heard the sound and rushed over.
"It's alright, I had several nightmares just now, and I woke up scared." Bei Fan said.
Dong Yongyuan understood, walked over, patted Bei Fan's shoulder with a heavy face, and encouraged: "Hold on."
"..." Bei Fan.
Stick to what
Ji Lang turned on the lights in the room, got up and sat on the bay window of the room.
The connection is too weak, and it really doesn't work.
Although Bei Fan had met the Liver Digger, he had no substantial contact. The scene in the dream was also made up automatically because he was afraid of it, so he couldn't really be connected to the Liver Digger's dream. What he was looking for was the scene in which Bei Fan and the Liver Digger confronted each other in the studio, but he couldn't find it.
It's a good dream doll.
Ji Lang closed his eyes and knew why there was no such dream.
"It seems that we can only find survivors."
When the survivors appeared before, the media had widely reported that although the personal information of the survivors was not leaked, it was difficult to completely block all the news in such a populous country as China.
As long as you look carefully, you can always find relatives, friends, colleagues, or neighbors of the client. And Ji Lang didn't have to look for it at all, he just sent a message to the editor Nougat.
[Go to the reader group to help me ask for information on the survivors of the liver-digging incident.]
Nougat is also a fan of his books. Although he is an editor, he has been in the readership all the year round. And his readership is full of reasoning freaks, and someone must have collected this information.
Sure enough, within five minutes, Nougat excitedly sent the survivor's information.
[Great God, are you planning to write a letter? Yes, yes, yes! ! !]
Ji Lang naturally ignored him.
The next morning, Ji Lang got up with dark circles and red blood.
After washing, Ji Lang habitually put two drops of eye drops on himself. He is probably the only one in this world. When he wakes up, his eyes can still be dry like this.
"Master, you are still angry." Wu Miaomiao appeared at the bathroom door.
Ji Lang put down the eye drops, ignored her, and went directly to the living room.
"I bought breakfast, it's tofu brain, both sweet and salty, please choose first." She got up early in the morning and went out to buy it.
Ji Lang glanced at the table, walked over, and brought the salty bowl.
Wu Miaomiao's eyes suddenly lit up, and she was willing to eat the breakfast she bought, which means she was not angry.
Alas, although Xianggong is very black and pure, and his appearance is in line with the aesthetics of our wizards, his temper is really bad. Sure enough, the Internet is right, the more beautiful people are, the more temperament they are.
However, who made me look good (*^▽^*).
"Xianggong, I know you're worried about me, I want to understand, I shouldn't take risks and think about catching the bad guys. It should be the police's job to catch the bad guys." Wu Miaomiao said.
"Who cares about you, I'm afraid that you will implicate me." Ji Lang said stubbornly.
Where can Wu Miaomiao believe it? He smiled and exposed the topic of liver-digging demons: "Xianggong, I see that your aura has been a little unstable recently, and your energy is a little saturated. Do you want me to use the curse doll to swallow some of it first?"
"The day after tomorrow." Counting the time, it has been almost a week since Wu Miaomiao first appeared to today, and he could have a good night's sleep today.
After breakfast, the two still went to the studio first.
"The boss is early, the boss is early." As soon as he entered the door, Dong Yongyuan greeted the two enthusiastically, while quietly observing Ji Lang's face. However, Ji Lang's face was always gloomy.
Why did the boss want to enter Beifan's dreamland yesterday? To be honest, he was also curious.
"Morning, everyone." Wu Miaomiao greeted everyone full of energy.
Ji Lang was always cold and went straight to the office on the second floor. When passing the office area, Bei Fan brought a stack of scripts to him.
"Boss, the script has been changed." This is what he got up at five o'clock in the morning and rushed to write it now.
Ji Lang raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Bei Fan fell asleep at eleven o'clock yesterday, and he actually finished writing the script? so hard
"Good job." Ji Lang took over the script and praised it rarely.
As soon as he left, Bei Fan immediately wailed: "Dongzi, did you hear me? I said that the boss beat me on purpose, where did he really let me sleep. It's fortunate that I got up early this morning to drive out, otherwise I would definitely scolded to death."
Capitalists are really hateful, woo woo ~~~
Is it amazing to be rich? Well, having money is really amazing.
The other two editors heard about Bei Fan's tragic experience last night. They didn't expect their boss to have such a limit, and immediately patted Bei Fan on the shoulder sympathetically: "Brother, hold on!"
Bei Fan suddenly howled louder.
Wu Miaomiao has been in the studio for a while. I know that the editors will be a little nervous when they can't write something. At this moment, it's just Bei Fan's attack again. Watch out for slipping to the bathroom with your bag.
After entering the bathroom, Wu Miaomiao closed the door, walked to the window, and took out a good dream doll from her bag.
Wu Miaomiao held the Good Dream Doll in both hands, closed her eyes, and chanted the incantation of the Wu clan. After a while, she pointed a finger, and a mass of spiritual bodies floated in from the window and merged into the doll.
"Go to the Internet celebrity cake shop on Sesame Oil Street and help me monitor a person."
When the words fell, the Good Dream Doll in Wu Miaomiao's hand suddenly came to life, it nodded, and then ran out of the window, all the way along the road, and ran to the sesame oil road.
Wu Miaomiao clapped her hands and said proudly: "I promised my husband not to take risks. I'll keep an eye on your head office, there will always be a time to catch you."
She shares the vision of the spirit body, so what the spirit body can see, Wu Miaomiao can also see.
It's a pity that the good dream doll watched the entrance of the Internet celebrity cake shop all morning, but found nothing. In the afternoon, Ji Lang suddenly came downstairs.
"I'll go out, I'll be back before get off work, you are not allowed to go anywhere here." Ji Lang told Wu Miaomiao.
"Okay." Wu Miaomiao knew that Ji Lang was worried that she would meet the liver digger, but she hoped that the other party would appear, but it was a pity that she had been under surveillance all morning, and the liver digger did not appear.
Ji Lang nodded, and before going out, he told Dong Yongyuan again: "If Wu Miaomiao wants to go out, you should follow her."
"Okay board." Dong Yongyuan agreed.
Ji Lang was completely relieved and went out.
"To treat the proprietress earnestly, for fear that the proprietress would be lost, but treat the employees so ruthlessly." Bei Fan stabbed the coffee cup with a spoon, and did not know when he appeared at the door.
"You're still drinking coffee. Don't hurry up to catch up on sleep while the boss hasn't called back your script."
"..." Bei Fan.
Ji Lang came out of the gate of the park, and the car-hailing car was already parked on the side of the road.
Ji Lang got into the car: "The Third Hospital of Haicheng."
The only survivor of the liver digging incident is currently being treated in the third hospital in Haicheng. He only needs to say a word to the other party in the past to establish a connection.
Half an hour later, Ji Lang arrived at Haicheng Third Hospital. He grabbed a fruit basket in the fruit shop at the entrance of the hospital and walked straight to the inpatient department.
On the 16th floor of the inpatient department, ward 301.
Taking advantage of the nurse bowing her head and talking, Ji Lang walked over quickly and pushed the door directly in.
"Who are you?" A frightened female voice sounded in the ward.
Ji Lang turned back and saw the girl on the hospital bed, about twenty years old, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, her long hair was lightly tied, and her face was pale, perhaps because of panic, there was no blood on her lips. But the eyes full of fear are still black and bright.
Those are a pair of eyes that a liver digger would like.
"I'm here to visit, isn't this Ward 301?" Ji Lang pretended to be puzzled.
"Nurse, nurse..." The girl seemed to be frightened as she shrank on the bed and shouted in panic.
Ji Lang stood silently, knowing that his appearance did not look friendly to outsiders, so he did not approach to stimulate the girl.
"What's the matter, who are you?" The nurse came over and asked Ji Lang.
"I came to see a doctor. My friend had a car accident and broke his leg." Ji Lang said calmly.
"The department of orthopedics is on the fifteenth floor, and this is the sixteenth floor. You are on the wrong way," the nurse said.
"Sorry, I'll leave now." Ji Lang turned and left.