The Witch

Although Ji Lang asked Beifan to fall asleep in an hour, he did not fall asleep immediately after an hour, because he suddenly realized something.

Even if Beifan fell asleep listening to him, but the liver-digger might not fall asleep at this point. After 7:30, many people just finished their 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 his liver will definitely go to bed before eleven o'clock, so Ji Lang is sure that by this time the liver digger must have fallen asleep.

The power of nightmare can make him dream at any time, but this dream is a random entry. In other words, Ji Lang could not control whose dream he entered, but was randomly drawn 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 particular person, he must have prior knowledge 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, and it is easy for Ji Lang to enter Bei Fan’s dream. But Ji Lang lay on the bed for two full minutes, and he could not find the entrance to the dreamland.

There can only be one explanation: Bei Fan, I haven't slept yet! ! !

Ji Lang got up with a dark face and made a phone call.

"Boss, my script has been changed in half..." Bei Fan saw that the boss suddenly called him, and his first reaction felt that he had come to check the post.

"You, go to sleep for me now." Ji Lang said solemnly.

"Boss, I was wrong, I... I'm really already changing the script. If you don't believe me, I will take a photo for you to see."

"Now, immediately, go to bed for me right away, I'll give you ten minutes." After that, Ji Lang directly hung up the phone.

Bei Fan was holding the phone in a daze, and suddenly felt that it was neither overtime nor sleeping, and he didn't know where to go.

What does the boss mean? !

"What's the matter?" Dong Yongyuan heard the movement and knocked on the door to come in.

"Tongzi, the boss called me to hurry to sleep? Did he deliberately beat me in an ironic way, or did his brain suddenly become ill?" Bei Fan couldn't figure it out.

"The boss asked you to sleep?" Dong Yongyuan was also taken aback.

"Yeah, send me a WeChat message at six o'clock and let me go to bed at half past seven. Just now I called me suddenly and let me go to bed in ten minutes. Does he really want me to sleep, or do 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 bad mouth, but as long as the money was in place, he could bear it.

But suddenly he was capricious, as if his uncle had come, which made him a little bit unbearable.

"Let me take a look." Dong Yongyuan took Beifan's cell phone, looked at the chat history between him and Ji Lang, and then said, "Go to sleep."

"Ah? Really sleeping?" Bei Fan was still a little flustered.

Dong Yongyuan guessed that Ji Lang might want to enter Beifan’s dream, but he couldn’t explain this to Beifan. He could only say: "When did the boss get angry, he didn’t directly face him. When did you see him? This kind of weird yin and yang twists and turns. He lets you sleep as soon as you sleep. The big deal will be tomorrow morning and the rest of the script will be changed."

"But...why does he care about me sleeping?"

"Have you not noticed that your complexion is not good? It looks like you are sick." Dong Yongyuan said nonchalantly.

"Really? Then... Then I slept?" Since the boss's wife's 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 his salary was still paid by the boss, so there should be nothing to plan.

Is it just a routine investigation of the physical and mental health of employees?

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 Langjin's dream must be a nightmare, but if it is directed to a dream, it is not necessarily a nightmare, but may also be a beautiful dream. It's just that once he enters, no matter whether the other party has a dream or a nightmare, it will eventually turn into a nightmare.

After all, he is a nightmare, the embodiment of a nightmare.

Bei Fan in his dream was meeting someone in a coffee shop. Ji Lang looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

"Producer Liu, what happened to my script just now?" Bei Fan asked nervously in his dream.

Producer Liu? Ji Lang remembered it, as if he was a producer from a certain film and television company who bought the copyright to a book of his.

"Your script is very good. Our company wants to buy the copyright. How about a signing fee of five million?" asked Producer Liu.

"Five...five million?" Bei Fan looked surprised, "Could it be too much."

"Where is there so much? Which one of the scripts of God Zihe is not ten million? Your script is not inferior to his at all, but you are not as famous as him. Five million is an absolute value."

"My script is not worse than the boss's?" Bei Fanle's mouth couldn't close.

It's a beautiful dream, but the dream is only down to this level, it's really promising. Ji Lang couldn't help but complain.

At this time, the picture of the dream changed, Bei Fan returned to the studio and happily announced the good news that he had sold the script to the company's colleagues, and Ji Lang saw himself appear.

I saw myself in my dream with a sneer and sneered: "Your script is so rubbish, you are embarrassed to sell it?!"

After this sentence, Beifan's dreams began to collapse, from the original bright warm color to off-white. Producer Liu reappeared and withdrew the contract: "Sorry, our company decided not to buy your script after a meeting and discussion."

"Humph, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish." Ji Lang cursed over and over again in his dream.

"No!!!" Bei Fan yelled again in humiliation and grief.

Ji Lang couldn't bear it when he saw this place: "Very well, it turns out that I am this kind of person in your heart."

Enduring his anger, Ji Lang waved his hand and began to browse through Beifan's dreams, and the reality of Beifan, along with Ji Lang's reading, constantly shuttled in his previous dreams.

After flipping through it for a while, Ji Lang quickly found Bei Fan’s dream about the liver-digging demon. This dream was the one that Bei Fan had been living in when he was in the studio. In the dream, Bei Fan was trapped on the bed motionless, a shadowy liver digger was digging his liver.

He reached out to touch the figure of the liver digger, trying to establish contact with the liver digger in the dream, but the moment he met, the liver digger in the dream suddenly dissipated into a cloud of smoke.

Ji Lang was silent for a moment, then pulled away and left the dream. And just as he left the dream, Bei Fan in the nightmare was also awakened.

"I was scared to death!" Bei Fan rushed to the kitchen and took a big sip of water.

"What's the matter?" Dong Yongyuan, who hadn't slept, rushed over.

"It's okay, I had a few nightmares just now, and I woke up scared." Bei Fandao.

Dong Yongyuan knew it, walked over, patted Bei Fan's shoulder with a heavy face, and encouraged: "Hold on."

"..." Bei Fan.

What do you insist on?

Ji Lang turned on the light in the room, got up and sat on the bay window of the room.

The connection is too weak to make it through.

Although Bei Fan had met the Liver Digging Demon, they had no substantial contact. The scenes in the dream were also due to the fear of automatic brain replenishment, so they could not really connect to the Liver Digging Demon's dream. What he wanted to find was the scene where 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 is difficult to completely block all the news in a populous country like China.

You can always find relatives, friends, colleagues, or neighbors of the person concerned as long as you look for it with your heart. Ji Lang didn't need 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 the information of the survivors of the Liver Digging Incident. 】

Nougat is also his book fan. Although he is an editor, he is always in the readers. And his readers are all reasoning crazy, this information must have been collected.

Sure enough, within five minutes, Nougat excitedly sent the survivor's information.

[Great God, you are planning to open a paper, yes, yes! ! ! 】

Ji Lang naturally ignored him.

The next morning, Ji Lang woke up with dark circles and red blood.

After washing, Ji Lang habitually drops two drops of eye drops on himself. He is probably the only one in this world. Once he wakes up, his eyes can still dry like this.

"Msang Gong, you are still angry." Wu Miaomiao appeared at the bathroom door.

Ji Lang put down the eye drops, ignored her, and went straight to the living room.

"I bought breakfast. It is tofu nao, both sweet and salty. You pick it first, Xiang Gong." She got up early in the morning and went out to buy it.

Ji Lang glanced at the dining table, walked over, and served the salty bowl.

Wu Miaomiao's eyes lit up suddenly, and he was willing to eat the breakfast he bought, so he was not angry anymore.

Alas, although Xiang Gong is very dark and pure, and his length is in line with the aesthetics of our wizards, his temper is really bad. Sure enough, the Internet is right, the better-looking person, the bigger the temper.

However, who makes me look good at each other (*^▽^*).

"My husband, I know you are worried about me. I want to understand. I shouldn't think of catching bad guys by myself. It should be the police's business to catch bad guys." Wu Miao said in a vague way.

"Who is worried about you, I'm afraid you will hurt me." Ji Lang insisted.

Where would Wu Miaomiao believe it, and smiled and revealed the topic of the liver-digger: "Miangong, I think your aura has been a bit unstable recently, and your energy has been a little saturated. Do you want me to swallow part of it with a curse doll?"

"The day after tomorrow." Calculating the time, it has been almost a week since Wu Miaomiao first appeared to today. I could have a good night's sleep today.

After breakfast, the two still went to the studio first.

"The boss is early, the lady 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, his profound skills were not high, and he didn't see anything after watching it for a long time.

Why did the boss enter Beifan’s dream yesterday? To be honest, he is also quite curious.

"Morning, early everyone." Wu Miaomiao said hello to everyone full of vitality.

Ji Lang was always cold, and went straight to the office on the second floor. When passing by the office area, Beifan brought a stack of scripts to him.

"Boss, the script has been revised." This was written by him when he got up at five in the morning and rushed to the present.

Ji Lang raised his eyebrows. He remembered that Beifan went to bed at eleven yesterday, and he actually finished writing the script? So hard?

"Good job." Ji Lang took the script and gave a rare compliment.

As soon as he left, Beifan suddenly wailed: "Did you hear me, Dongzi? I said that the boss beat me on purpose, and no one really made me sleep. Thanks to me, I woke up early today, otherwise I will definitely be. Was scolded to death."

Capitalists are really hateful, woo woo woo~~~

Is it great to have money? Well, being rich is really great.

The other two editors heard about Beifan’s tragic experience last night early in the morning, and they didn’t expect their boss to have such no lower limit. They immediately patted Beifan’s shoulder sympathetically: "Brother, hold on!"

Bei Fan suddenly howled louder.

Wu Miaomiao has been in the studio for a while, knowing that the editors will be a little nervous when they can’t write anything. At this moment, it’s just Beifan who is having an attack again, and she smiled eccentrically, taking advantage of everyone’s disagreement. Notice that he slipped to the bathroom with his bag on his back.

After entering the bathroom, Wu Miaomiao closed the door, then walked to a position by the window, and then turned out a sweet dream doll from her bag.

Wu Miaomiao held the Good Dream doll in both hands, closed her eyes, and chanted the spell of the Witch Clan. After a while, she pointed her finger and a group of spirit bodies floated in from the window and merged into the doll.

"Go to the Internet celebrity cake shop on Sesame You Street and help me monitor someone."

When the words were over, the Dreaming Baby in Wu Miaomiao's hand suddenly came back to life. It nodded, and then ran out of the window, along the road, and ran to the sesame oil road.

Wu Miaomiao clapped his hands, and said proudly: "I promised my father-in-law not to take personal risks. I will stare at your head office, and there will always be times when I catch you."

She shared the vision of the spirit body, so what the spirit body can see, Wu Miaomiao can also see.

It's a pity that Haomengwa watched the door of the Internet celebrity cake shop all morning, but found nothing. In the afternoon, Ji Lang suddenly came downstairs.

"I will go out for a while, and I will 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 watching for the whole morning, and the liver digger did not appear.

Ji Lang nodded and exhorted Dong Yongyuan again before leaving the house: "If Wu Miaomiao wants to go out, you will follow her."

"Good board." Dong Yongyuan agreed.

Ji Lang was completely relieved and went out.

"When treating the proprietress, I would eagerly exhort him, for fear that the proprietress would lose it, but treat the employees so cruelly and ruthlessly." Beifan poked the coffee cup with a spoon, not knowing when he appeared at the door.

"You still have coffee, don't take advantage of the boss not to call back your script, hurry up to sleep."

"..." Bei Fan.

Ji Lang came out of the gate of the park, and the online car-hailing had already stopped on the side of the road.

Ji Lang got on the bus: "The Third Hospital of Haicheng."

The only survivor of the Liver Digging Devil incident is now being treated at the Haicheng Third Hospital. He only needs to go over and say a word to the other party to establish contact.

Half an hour later, Ji Lang arrived at Haicheng Third Hospital. He picked up a fruit basket in the fruit shop in front of the hospital and walked straight to the inpatient department.

The 16th floor of the inpatient department, ward 301.

Ji Lang took advantage of the nurse lowered his head to speak, walked over quickly, and pushed the door directly in.

"Who are you?" A female voice full of fear sounded in the ward.

Ji Lang turned his head and saw the **** the hospital bed, about 20 years old, wearing a blue and white hospital gown, with her long hair lightly tied up, and her face pale. Perhaps it was because of panic and 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 the patient, isn't this Ward 301?" Ji Lang pretended to be puzzled.

"Nurse, nurse..." The girl shrank in panic as if she was a frightened bird.

Ji Lang stood silent. Knowing his appearance was not kind to outsiders, he did not approach to stimulate the girls.

"What's the matter, who are you?" The nurse rushed over and asked Ji Lang.

"I'm here to visit. My friend had a car accident and his leg broke." Ji Lang calmly said.

"The orthopedics department is on the fifteenth floor, this is the sixteenth floor, you have gone wrong." the nurse said.

"Sorry, I will leave now." Ji Lang turned around and left.