Midnight, twelve o'clock.
Ji Lang felt that the time was almost up, so he drank the remaining red wine in his glass and turned back to the living room. He casually put the red wine glass on the coffee table and casually leaned on the sofa.
"Turn off the lights."
The smart lights turned off, the room was completely darkened, and Ji Lang began to fall asleep.
When Ji Lang found Dean Hong's dream entrance, he found that his dream entrance was different from others, with a faint yellow halo, which seemed to prevent him from entering. Ji Lang has also encountered this situation before. At that time, he tried to enter the dream of a Xuanmen master. The entrance of the dream also had such a yellow halo, and he was finally blocked from the dream.
Ji Lang guessed that this yellow halo should be the way people in Xuanmen deliberately deal with him, but President Hong is clearly not everyone in Xuanmen, and where does this yellow halo come from? ? Could it be that someone knew that he was going to invade Dean Hong's dream tonight
"She wants to steal my beads."
Is it a bead? ! Ji Lang responded immediately.
Ji Lang stretched out his hand and touched the yellow halo. The halo immediately spun and began to purify the power of nightmares around his body. The rich black energy was diluted by the faint halo, but it was not strong. Ji Lang's heart moved, he suddenly took a step forward, pushed vigorously, the halo suddenly dissipated, and the entrance to the dream appeared in front of him.
It seems that this string of beads is not aimed at me on purpose, but it has some calming effect. This level of sedative effect can make ordinary people sleep peacefully and stay away from nightmares, but what they stay away from is only the nightmares generated by humans themselves, not the intrusion of nightmares.
Ji Lang successfully entered Dean Hong's dream, and the surrounding area was still empty and white, which was similar to the dream of a liver digger, and he was a person who didn't often dream.
Ji Lang stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, and the white fog gradually faded away, revealing many colorful dream bubbles of different sizes.
"Hey, it's not that I don't dream often, but the dream is suppressed." I saw a layer of transparent dream bubbles on the top of the dream bubbles floating in the space. They were wrapped in a circle of pale yellow halo. unable to move.
The existence of dream bubbles means that the owner once had such a dream. The lighter the color of the dream bubble, the less influence the dream has on the owner. But these are all under normal circumstances, and the circle of dream bubbles in front of you, although the color is the lightest transparent color, are wrapped by a yellow halo, that is to say, these dreams are surrounded by The Buddha light of the Buddha beads was forcibly controlled.
"It seems that you have a lot of nightmares, Director Hong." However, Ji Lang was not interested in going through Director Hong's nightmares. He has more important things to do now.
"Ghost baby." Ji Lang summoned the first dream he needed.
Soon a transparent dream bubble broke free from the shackles of the yellow halo, floated down from above, and landed in front of Ji Lang, who reached out and opened the dream.
The dream scene unfolded immediately. The dream started from the first time that Dean Hong received a midnight call, and continued until Dean Hong finally guessed the identity of the ghost boy, and then used a girl named Tingting to let the ghost boy be captured and report it. Where he was, he was finally suppressed by the Buddha beads in the warehouse in the attic.
"Idiot." When he saw the ghost boy being taken out of the phone booth by Dean Hong, Ji Lang couldn't help but want to scold the ghost, "With this IQ, can he become a ghost?"
Ji Lang closed the dream, waved it away, and continued to summon the next dream: "The reason for Xiang Ning's death."
From the dream just now, Ji Lang already knew that the ghost boy's name was Xiang Ning.
After a while, a transparent dream that was much larger than the dream bubble just now broke free from the pale yellow halo and landed in front of Ji Lang. Ji Lang stretched out his hand and opened it.
The dream unfolded. It seemed that it was winter. A four or five-year-old child was building a snowman in the snow with a red woolen hat. His fair face was red from the cold, but his eyes were full of joy. Ji Lang recognized that this was Xiang Ning, who was four or five years old.
After Xiang Ning finished building the snowman, he was looking for pebbles all over the place to use as eyes for the snowman. He looked at it, and when he approached the gate of the courtyard, he suddenly heard a slight cry. Xiang Ning paused in doubt, then opened the courtyard door curiously, and then he saw a blue swaddling in the snow. In the swaddling was a little baby about one year old, crying very sad.
Although the little doll was small, the swaddling was very thick. Xiang Ning, a five-year-old child, was extremely weak in holding it. He fell several times in the snow before carrying the little doll into the room.
These pictures were not seen by Dean Hong with his own eyes, but because it was Ji Lang's inquiring dream tune, Dean Hong's subconscious would add what he knew into the dream, so Ji Lang could see them.
This is also a kind of dream-making ability of nightmares. It can complement the dream state through the cognition of the dream owner, and can also actively create the dream state in the subconscious. The former Jilang is rarely used, and the latter Jilang has never been used.
The picture in the dream turned again, and Dean Hong appeared in the picture. At this time, he and the ghost boy Xiang Ning were sitting on both sides of the crib, watching the little doll in the crib tenderly.
"Xiao Ning, Tingting was picked up by you. You can take good care of her in the future." Dean Hong told Xiang Ning gently.
"I will, I will always protect Tingting." Xiang Ning's small face was serious, this is the sister he picked up by himself, and that is his closest sister.
Then the picture changed again, Xiang Ning in the dream grew up a bit, and Ji Lang was in a good mood, because the ghost boy he saw was almost this big. Soon we will reach the place where Xiang Ning died.
In the dream, Xiang Ning had already started school. He ran all the way with his schoolbag on his back and ran into the innermost room of the orphanage.
"Tingting." Xiang Ning threw away his schoolbag and rushed towards a three-and-a-half-year-old girl.
"Be careful, Tingting is not feeling well." Dean Hong said angrily.
Xiang Ning smiled embarrassedly, his rude movements softened instantly, and he whispered to the little girl lying on the bed: "Tingting, are you feeling better today, does your chest still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore, Tingting is taking medicine obediently." Tingting said obediently.
"It's good if it doesn't hurt. If it doesn't hurt, you don't have to go to the hospital. If you are hospitalized like Miao Miao, my brother will not be able to see you for a long time." Xiang Ning said.
"I miss Sister Miaomiao." Tingting said.
"Dad Hong, when will Miao Miao come back?" Xiang Ning asked Director Hong.
"I'll pick up Miaomiao in a while, Xiaoning, when I'm gone, you can take Tingting to live in the big room outside. Miaomiao will live here when she comes back." Dean Hong said.
"Okay." Xiang Ning agreed.
The picture in the dream began to turn dark and turned into night. In the room where Tingting lived during the day, another girl was lying there. This girl was Miao Miao, and Dean Hong stood by the bed, comforting the girl gently.
"Miao Miao, is it uncomfortable? But it doesn't matter, soon, Miao Miao will not be uncomfortable."
Miao Miao seemed to be very weak, but she still tried her best to open her eyes and listen to Dean Hong's words.
"After a while Miao Miao sleeps, it won't be uncomfortable anymore." Dean Hong said.
"I'm... tired..." Miao Miao didn't want to feel uncomfortable anymore, she wanted to fall asleep.
"Sleep when you're sleepy." Dean Hong coaxed, and even sang a children's song, and then Miao Miao's breathing became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.
At this time, a secret door in the room was pushed open, and a man in a white coat strode over, he walked directly to the window, and then reached out to probe Miaomiao's breath: "It's almost there, I'll take it away. "
"Wait." Dean Hong stopped the man, stretched out his hand to straighten Miao Miao's clothes, and said softly, "If there is a next life, Miao Miao will become a healthy child, and parents who love you will grow up happily. ."
"Hey~" The man in the white coat sneered.
Dean Hong glared at him, and the man immediately restrained his expression and fell silent. After waiting for a while, the man urged: "Anyway, she's going to die. It's not a few minutes away. This little girl has bad kidneys and few organs can be used. If you leave it for a while, it will be worthless."
Dean Hong finally let go, and the man in the white coat immediately picked up Miao Miao on the bed and left the room. Dean Hong followed and left together. After they left, a thin figure emerged from under the bed, it was the seven-year-old Xiang Ning.
Immediately, the screen turned and came to the basement. The white lab coat carried Miaomiao into the innermost room of the basement, while Dean Hong stayed outside the door and did not enter. About half an hour later, the white coat and another person in the same white coat came out with two ice buckets.
"The person has been sewn up and cleaned up. You can change her clothes and send her to cremation tomorrow. The money is still the same as before. Half of the money will be transferred to your ex-wife's account, and half will be transferred to the orphanage's account in the name of donation. ." After that, the two of them left with the ice bucket.
Then Director Hong entered the inner room, put on Miao Miao a beautiful set of children's clothes, and carried him back to the previous room. Dean Hong covered Miao Miao with a quilt and spoke softly: "What is missing on Miao Miao's body is to help other brothers and sisters in the orphanage, because of Miao Miao, they can all Go to school and eat well, Miao Miao is also very willing to help them, right?"
"Hypocrisy!" Seeing this, Ji Lang couldn't help but scold.
You were the one who found the organ dealer, and it was you who had the organs removed from the little girl, but when the matter was over, you still had to say something like this in front of the little girl. You really lied when you were alive, and you are still alive when you are dead. To cheat.
At this time, Director Hong in the dream got up and left the room. Not long after he left, Xiang Ning crawled out from under the bed again. He seemed to have heard the conversation between the organ dealer and Director Hong. After removing Miao Miao's clothes, he saw a long suture wound that stretched from the lower abdomen to the chest.
"Xiao Ning." Dean Hong came back suddenly.
Xiang Ning turned around in horror.
"What are you doing?" Dean Hong approached step by step.
"I... I'll come to see Miao Miao." Xiang Ning said tremblingly.
"Really? Then why did you lift Miaomiao's clothes and what did you see?" Dean Hong's face had the same gentle smile as before, but at this moment Xiang Ning felt horrified.
"Dad Hong, you... Did you sell the contents of Miao Miao's body?"
"Idiot!" Ji Lang couldn't help scolding, but he knew in his heart that even if Xiang Ning didn't say the latter sentence, when he was discovered by Dean Hong, he would have no way out.
Xiang Ning was gagged by Director Hong, picked up and locked in the basement, claiming that Xiang Ning was ill. About three days later, Director Hong entered the basement with a syringe and stabbed Xiang Ning into his arm while struggling. The next day, Xiang Ning started to have a fever, and it got worse and worse, and he fell into a coma.
Director Hong seemed to have only discovered that Xiang Ning was sick at this time, and hurriedly sent the person to the hospital, but at this time, Xiang Ning could no longer be saved.
Ji Lang flicked the dream away, frowning slightly.
Although Xiang Ning was killed by Director Hong, Xiang Ning has been dead for three years and his body has been cremated.
With a thought, five more transparent dream bubbles fell down and lined up in front of Ji Lang.
"There are actually five more." Ji Lang raised his hand and opened the first dream.
The dream unfolded. At this time, Director Hong seemed to be younger than he is now. His hair was not half a hundred. He was begging the doctor in the hospital.
"Doctor, you save him, you save Xiaozhi, he is only eight years old, he is only eight years old."
"President Hong, I understand how you feel, but Xiao Zhi's illness can't be cured. If you could have had surgery half a year earlier..." The doctor sighed, "It's only been two days, stay with him more. ."
Dean Hong returned to the ward with a look of despair, and the eight-year-old boy in the ward seemed to have known his physical condition. He smiled weakly: "Dad Hong, let's go home."
"Xiao Zhi?" Dean Hong was stunned.
"Let's go back to the orphanage. I want to go back to see my brothers and sisters. I don't want to die alone in the hospital." Xiao Zhi said.
"Okay, I'll take you home."
Director Hong took Xiao Zhi back to the orphanage, and just after settling in, he received a call from his ex-wife.
"Hong Zhenqing, your own son is about to die, yet you still used the family's money to save an orphan. But have you rescued it? The doctor said that the child named Xiaozhi was not saved, why didn't you save it? Money to treat Chenchen."
"That was donated by volunteers to Xiaozhi's treatment." Dean Hong replied.
"Then what about Chenchen? Do you want to watch Chenchen die? In your orphanage, there is a heart attack and a brain tumor. Which one doesn't want money to treat the disease, you treat them one by one. Are you here? We used to live a good life, why did you want to build this orphanage, the house was sold, the car was sold, and now the son’s life is lost?”
"no… "
"Zhenqing, Chenchen can't hold on for long. I beg you, think of a way."
Ji Lang looked at Dean Hong in the dream. At this moment, Dean Hong's despair was real. He was jealous and suffering, struggling in the dark.
At this time, a man who claimed to be donating money to the orphanage came to the door, and Ji Lang recognized him. This man was one of the white coats in the previous dream.
"I can give you 300,000 yuan, as long as you give me that child named Xiaozhi." The man said.
"Xiaozhi he..."
"I know that he is going to die soon, and I have already read his medical records in the hospital." The man said, "But death is not useless. Organ donation, you know? All organs that can be used in the body are dug up and transplanted to those who need it.”
"Who are you?" Dean Hong asked.
"Your son's name is Chenchen. He needs money for surgery. If he doesn't pay, he will be in danger." The man persuaded, "Anyway, this child named Xiaozhi will die soon, so why not sell his organs to us? Well, this way you can not only have money to treat your son's illness, but also continue to run the orphanage. Anyway, this child named Xiaozhi would have starved to death if you hadn't picked it up, so let him repay you after he died. It should be."
Dean Hong still shook his head and refused, but his eyes were already hesitant.
"President Hong, it's not for you to kill people. When people die, those organs are not to be set on fire. Give it to us, we can use it to save more people, and at the same time, you can also benefit from it. This is not the best of both worlds. After the incident, you just need to be cremated normally. Besides, this child’s hospital has already sentenced him to death, and no one will doubt it.”
"Okay." Dean Hong finally agreed after struggling violently.
That night, the man took his assistant to the orphanage, and only after Xiao Zhi died, he began to dissect his organs.
On the second day, Director Hong cremated Xiaozhi, but just after he came out of the crematorium, he received a call from a man: "President Hong, the money has been transferred to your ex-wife's account, and I gave the orphanage's account. The account has also transferred 100,000, which is to wish us a happy cooperation in the future."
"What do you mean?" Dean Hong asked.
"Last night's transaction went well. I recorded the whole process. There are so many children in your orphanage who were abandoned by their parents after falling ill. One or two of them die every year. You say yes."
The screen ended here, Ji Lang did not pause, and directly opened the next few dreams.
Most of the dreams that followed were similar. They were all children who were sick and abandoned, and were picked up by Director Hong. At first, he would try his best to treat these children, and then contact the organ dealers when they were cured. Later, when he picked up the child, for those diseases that were difficult to cure, he simply died.
At this time, the hospital was naturally unable to cure it, so he took the opportunity to let the child stay in the hospital for a few days. After the doctor announced that it was incurable, he took the child back to the orphanage on the grounds that the child did not want to die in the hospital. At the same time, this gimmick was used to hype it up on the Internet and in the media to absorb a wave of donations.
Year after year, Dean Hong became more and more skilled, and the orphanage became bigger and bigger. He took in many children and nurtured several college students, and gradually became a well-known person of great kindness.
Ji Lang felt that he had seen almost the same, and was about to leave. Before leaving, his eyes swept across the row of transparent bubbles wrapped in a yellow halo, raised his hand to grab it, and the layer of yellow halo immediately jumped towards Ji Lang. palms together.
During the gathering, Ji Lang saw a brand new dream again. In the dream, Dean Hong was even younger. He seemed to be in his early thirties. A kind-hearted monk is thanking Dean Hong for his kindness.
"Donor, your kindness and pure heart are admired by poor monks. This string of beads is what the poor monks practice, and it can keep you safe and smooth. I hope the benefactor will stick to your original heart and never forget your original intention." The monk left the beads to thank Dean Hong. The pure and good at the beginning protected the safety and smoothness of Dean Hong, but failed to protect his original heart.
Ji Lang crushed the light spot in his hand, and when he saw the transparent dream bubble swimming, he turned around and walked out of the dream. As long as the beads leave the body or lose their effectiveness in the future, these dreams will definitely flash forward one after another.
The next day, the studio.
Bei Fan and others are surrounding Dong Yongyuan to inquire about Wu Miaomiao.
"What's the matter with the boss lady?"
"Why did the proprietress suddenly go to the north of the city? How long has she been in the sea market? She has never been to any place except ours, why did she suddenly run so far?"
"How could the proprietress steal things, and even steal the orphanage? This is completely illogical."
"I went to the police station yesterday, but I didn't see the boss. The boss did, but he didn't say anything after he came out, and I don't know what happened." Dong Yongyuan looked helpless.
"Where's the boss, are you still in the detention center?" Bei Fan worried.
"Well, criminal detention." Dong Yongyuan said.
"So serious?" Everyone was shocked. Although they shouted one by one, the proprietress, they all knew that Wu Miaomiao was an eighteen-year-old student with a simple and well-behaved nature. She was suddenly locked up in the detention center. people worry.
"I asked a lawyer to apply for bail yesterday, and I hope to get it out as soon as possible." Dong Yongyuan said.
"Then hurry up and get it out today."
"You think I don't want to, but do I have the final say in this matter?" Dong Yongyuan said.
"It's so lively, what are you talking about?" Huo Mingzhi walked to the door of the studio and heard the violent discussions inside.
"Team Huo?!" Dong Yongyuan's eyes lit up when he saw Huo Mingzhi, "Team Huo, I didn't have time to thank you yesterday, thank you for your help."
"You're welcome, where's Ji Lang?" Huo Mingzhi glanced around and didn't see Ji Lang.
"The boss hasn't come yet, but it's almost time. Do you have anything to do with him?" Dong Yongyuan asked.
"Yes, come and tell him some good news, and by the way, get a good feeling." Huo Ming knew.
"Good news? Is it related to the proprietress?" Dong Yongyuan said excitedly, "Hurry up, hurry up."
At this time, it can still be considered good news, and it was said by Huo Mingzhi, who is a policeman, and it must be the news related to the proprietress.
Huo Mingzhi couldn't stand the urging of several people and said helplessly: "Your boss's bail has been settled, and it should be released in the afternoon."
"Really?!" Everyone was delighted.
"Well, in two hours, the lawyer will almost be able to receive the news." Huo Ming knew.
"That's great, hurry up and inform the boss... Boss, you're here." When everyone turned around, they saw that Ji Lang was already standing at the door.
"Morning." Knowing that he was not Ji Lang's employee, Huo said hello very easily when he saw that Ji Lang was not nervous.
Ji Lang stepped through the door and looked at Dong Yongyuan: "A big cup of black coffee."
"Oh, yes." Dong Yongyuan responded quickly.
"Drinking black coffee early in the morning, it seems that I was worried and stayed up all night last night. Fortunately, it will be released in the afternoon. Remember to pick it up. The little girl must be scared to spend the night in the detention center alone." Huo Mingzhi thought for a while and then said, "I thought about it, but I still suggest you to reconcile. This case is very unfavorable to Wu Miaomiao."
Ji Lang then turned to look at Huo Mingzhi, and replied without thinking, "I will open a new book in a while."
"Ah?!!" Huo Mingzhi and the studio group of four were stunned.
Your daughter-in-law was arrested, you are still in the mood to open a book
"President Hong, is the protagonist of this book." Ji Lang said.
Huo Mingzhi's eyes narrowed, the protagonist of the great god Zihe, then there is no one good person.