The Witch

Midnight, twelve o'clock.

Ji Lang felt that the time was almost up, and he drank the little red wine left in the glass and turned back to the living room. He casually put the red wine glass on the coffee table and leaned on the sofa casually.

"Turn off the lights."

The smart light turned off at the sound, the room was completely dimmed, and Ji Lang began to dream.

When Ji Lang found the entrance of Dean Hong's dreamland, he found that his dreamland entrance was different from that of others. There was a faint yellow halo that seemed to prevent him from entering. Ji Lang had encountered this kind of situation before. That time he tried to enter the dreamland of a profound master. The entrance of the dreamland also had such a yellow halo, and he was eventually blocked from the dreamland.

Ji Lang guessed that this yellow halo should be a method used by the people in the Xuanmen to deal with him specially, but Dean Hong is clearly not the people in the Xuanmen, and where did this yellow halo come from? ? Could someone know that they are going to invade Dean Hong's dream tonight?

"She wants to steal my prayer beads."

Is it Buddha beads? ! Ji Lang reacted immediately.

Ji Lang stretched out his hand and touched the yellow halo. The halo immediately revolved and began to purify the power of the nightmare around his body. The rich black aura was diluted by the faint halo, but it was not strong. Ji Lang's heart moved, and people suddenly took a step forward and pushed vigorously. The halo suddenly dissipated, and the entrance to the dreamland appeared in front of his eyes.

It seems that this string of Buddhist beads is not aimed at me deliberately, but has a calming effect. This level of soothing effect can make ordinary people sleep peacefully and stay away from nightmares, but they are far away from nightmares generated by humans themselves, and cannot stay away from the intrusion of nightmares.

Ji Lang successfully entered Dean Hong's dream, and there was still an empty white space around him, which was a bit like the dream of a liver-digger, and he was a person who didn't often dream.

Ji Lang stretched out his hand in the air and waved, the white mist gradually faded, 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 various dream bubbles floating in the space, and they were wrapped in a light yellow halo. It cannot be moved.

The existence of dream bubbles means that the owner has had such a dream before. The lighter the color of the dream bubble, the less impact 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, but they are wrapped in a yellow halo, that is to say, these dreams are The light of the Buddha beads was forcibly controlled.

"It seems that you have a lot of nightmares, Dean Hong." But Ji Lang is not interested in going through Dean Hong's nightmares. He has more important things to do now.

"Ghost doll." Ji Lang summoned the first dream he needed.

Soon a transparent dream bubble suddenly 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 began when Dean Hong first received a midnight call, and lasted until Dean Hong finally guessed the identity of the ghost boy, and then used a girl named Tingting to get the ghost boy to arrest him and take the initiative to report it. The position where he was, was finally suppressed by the Buddhist beads in the warehouse in the attic.

"Idiot." When he saw the ghost boy being picked up from the phone booth by Dean Hong, Ji Lang couldn't help but want to scold the ghost, "With this IQ, can he be a ghost?"

Ji Lang closed the dream, waved away, and continued to summon the next dream: "The cause of Xiang Ning's death."

From the dream just now, Ji Lang already knew that the name of the ghost boy was Xiang Ning.

After a while, a transparent dream that was much larger than the dream bubble just now broke free from the light yellow halo and landed in front of Ji Lang. Ji Lang stretched out his hand and opened it.

The dream unfolded. It seemed to be winter. A four- or five-year-old child wearing a red woolen hat was making a snowman in the snow. His white face was red with freezing, but his eyes were full of joy. Ji Lang recognized that this was Xiang Ning, four or five years old.

Xiang Ning finished stacking the snowman, and was looking for small stones all over the place to make the snowman his eyes. According to the light, he approached the gate of the courtyard and suddenly heard a slight cry. Xiang Ning paused in confusion, and then curiously opened the courtyard door. Then he saw a blue baby in the snow. There was a baby about one year old in the baby, crying very sadly.

Although the baby doll is small, the swaddle is very thick. Xiang Ning, a five-year-old child hugged with unusual strength, fell in the snow for several times before he took the baby doll into the room.

These pictures are not what Dean Hong saw with his own eyes, but because Ji Lang's interrogative dreams are adjusted, Dean Hong's subconscious will add what he knows to the dream, so Ji Lang can see these.

This is also a kind of nightmare dream-making ability, which can complement dreams through the cognition of the dream owner, or actively create dreams 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 Zheng were sitting on both sides of the crib, watching the little baby in the crib tenderly.

"Xiaoning, Tingting was picked up by you, and you must take good care of her in the future." Dean Hong gently exhorted Xiang Ning.

"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 had grown up a bit, and Ji Lang was a little bit more energetic, because the ghost boy he had seen was almost the same size. The place where Xiang Ning died will soon be reached.

In his 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 groaned.

Xiang Ning smiled embarrassedly, his rude gestures instantly softened, and he whispered to the little girl lying on the bed: "Tingting, is it any better today? Is there any chest pain?"

"It's no longer painful, Tingting has to take medicine obediently." Tingting said obediently.

"It's fine if it doesn't hurt. If it doesn't hurt, you don't need to go to the hospital. If you are hospitalized like Miao Miao, your brother will not see you for a long time." Xiang Ning said.

"I think Sister Miaomiao." Tingting said.

"Father Hong, when will Miao Miao come back?" Xiang Ning asked Dean Hong.

"I'll pick up Miao Miao back in a while, Xiao Ning, when I leave, you take Tingting to the big room outside. Miao Miao will live here when he comes back." Dean Hong said.

"Good." Xiang Ning agreed.

The picture in the dream began to turn black and turned to night. In the room where Tingting lived during the day, another girl was lying at this time. This girl is Miao Miao, and Dean Hong stood by the bed, gently comforting the girl.

"Miao Miao, isn't it uncomfortable? But it doesn't matter. Soon, Miao Miao will not feel uncomfortable."

Miao Miao seemed very weak, but she still tried her best to listen to Dean Hong's words with her eyes wide open.

"After a while Miao Miao has gone to sleep, it won't be uncomfortable." Dean Hong said.

"I... sleepy..." Miao Miao didn't want to feel uncomfortable anymore, she wanted to fall asleep.

"Go to sleep when you are sleepy." Dean Hong coaxed and even sang a nursery rhyme. After that, Miao Miao's breathing became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

At this time, a secret door to the room was pushed open, and a man in a white coat strode over. He walked directly to the window, and then reached out his hand to probe Miao Miao's breath: "It's almost there, I'll take it away. "

"Wait." Dean Hong stopped the man, stretched out his hand to tidy up Miao Miao's clothes, and said softly, "If you have the next life, Miao Miao will become a healthy child. If you have parents who love you, they will grow up happily. ."

"Sneer~" The man in the white coat sneered.

Dean Hong glared at him, and the man immediately reduced his expression and fell silent. After waiting for a while, the man urged: "Anyway, I'm going to die. Not less than a few minutes. This little girl has a bad kidney, and there are few organs that can be used. If you put it away for a while, it won't be worth any money."

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 came out from under the bed. It was Xiang Ning, seven years old.

Then the picture turned around and came to the basement. The white coat carried Miao Miao and entered the innermost room of the basement. Dean Hong guarded the door and did not go in. About half an hour later, the white coat and the other person in the white coat walked out of it carrying two ice buckets.

"The person has been stitched up and cleaned up. You can change her clothes and send it to cremation tomorrow. The money is still the same as before. Half of the money is transferred to your ex-wife's account, and half is transferred to the account of the orphanage in the name of donation. ." After speaking, the two of them left with the ice bucket.

Afterwards, Dean Hong entered the room, put on a beautiful set of children's clothing for Miao Miao, and then returned to the previous room in his arms. Dean Hong covered Miao Miao with a quilt, and said softly: "What Miao Miao is missing is used to help other brothers and sisters in the orphanage, because Miao Miao, they can all. Go to school and eat well, Miao Miao is also willing to help them, right."

"Hypocrisy!" Seeing this, Ji Lang couldn't help but curse.

You are looking for the organ dealer, and you let someone take the organs from the little girl. When the matter is over, you still have to say something like this in front of the little girl. It's really a lie when you are alive. To lie to ghosts.

At this moment, Dean 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 Dean Hong. He stood by the bed and stretched out his hand directly. He opened Miaomiao's clothes, and then he saw a long suture wound extending from the lower abdomen to the chest.

"Xiaoning." Dean Hong suddenly came back at this moment.

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? What did you see?" Dean Hong's face had a gentle smile as usual, but at this moment Xiang Ning only felt his hair creepy.

"Father Hong, you... did you sell the things in Miao Miao's body?"

"Idiot!" Ji Lang couldn't help cursing, but he knew in his heart that even if Xiang Ning didn't say the latter sentence, when he was discovered by Dean Hong, there was no way to survive.

Xiang Ning was gagged by Dean Hong, picked up and locked in the basement, and declared that Xiang Ning was ill. About three days later, Dean Hong took a syringe into the basement and pierced Xiang Ning's arm while he was struggling. The next day Xiang Ning started to have a fever, and then it got worse and worse, and he went into a coma.

Dean Hong seemed to have discovered that Xiang Ning was ill at this time, and hurriedly took the person to the hospital, but at this time Xiang Ning could not be saved.

Ji Lang flicked away from his dream, frowning slightly.

Although Xiang Ning was killed by Dean Hong, Xiang Ning has been dead for three years and his body has been cremated. It is difficult to investigate this matter. It seems that he still has to start with organ sales.

With a thought, another five transparent dream bubbles fell 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, Dean Hong seemed to be younger than he is now, and his hair was not half a hundred. He was begging for the doctor in the hospital.

"Doctor, save him, save Xiaozhi, he is only eight years old, he is only eight years old."

"Dean Hong, I understand your feelings, but Xiaozhi's illness can't be saved. If you can perform the operation six months earlier..." the doctor sighed, "It's only been these two days. You should accompany you more. he."

Dean Hong returned to the ward with a desperate look, and the eight-year-old boy in the ward seemed to know his physical condition. He smiled weakly: "Daddy Hong, let's go home."

"Xiaozhi?" Dean Hong was slightly stunned.

"We 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." Xiaozhi said.

"Okay, I will take you home."

Dean Hong took Xiaozhi back to the orphanage. As soon as he was settled, he received a call from his ex-wife.

"Hong Zhenqing, your biological son is dying, and you actually took the money from your family to save an orphan. But did you save it? The doctor said that the child named Xiaozhi was not saved, why didn't you take it Money is given to Chenchen for treatment."

"That was donated by volunteers to Xiaozhi for treatment." Dean Hong replied.

"What about Chenchen? Do you want to watch Chenchen die? In your orphanage, there is a heart disease and a brain tumor. Which one does not require money to treat the disease, you treat one by one. Did you come here? We had a good life. Why did you go to build this orphanage, the house is sold, the car is sold, and now your son's life is gone?"

"It's not..."

"Zhenqing, Chenchen won't last long, I beg you, think of a way."

Ji Lang looked at Dean Hong in his dream. Dean Hong's despair was real at this moment. He was jealous and painful, struggling in the dark.

At this time, a man who claimed to be making donations to the orphanage came to the door, and Ji Lang recognized that this man was one of the white coats in his dream.

"I can give you 300,000, as long as you give me the child named Xiaozhi." The man said.

"Little Zhi he..."

"I know that he is going to die soon. I have checked his medical records in the hospital." The man said, "But people are not worthless when they die. Do you know that organ donation? It means that when people die, doctors treat them All the organs that can be used in the body are dug out and transplanted to those in need."

"Who are you guys on earth?" Dean Hong asked.

"Your son is Chenchen. He needs money for surgery. If he doesn't pay, he is in danger." The man persuaded, "Anyway, this child named Xiaozhi will die soon, why not sell his organs to us? Well, so that you can not only have money to treat your son, but also continue to run this orphanage. Anyway, if this child named Xiaozhi hadn’t been picked up by you, he would have starved to death, so after death, let him give you something back. It should be."

Dean Hong still shook his head and refused, but his eyes were already hesitating.

"President Hong, it is not for you to kill people. If people die, those organs are not to be burned. Given it to us, we can use it to save more people, and at the same time you can get benefits. This is not the best of both worlds. What happened? Afterwards, you just need to be cremated normally. Besides, the child’s hospital was sentenced to death. No one would doubt it."

"Okay." After Dean Hong struggled violently, he finally agreed.

That night, the man took his assistant into the orphanage, and only waited for Xiaozhi's death before he began to have his organs dissected.

On the second day, Dean Hong cremated Xiaozhi, but just as he came out of the crematorium, he received a call from the man: "President Hong, the money has been transferred to your ex-wife’s account, and I gave it to the orphanage. The account has also transferred 100,000, which is considered as I wish us a happy cooperation in the future."

"What do you mean?" Dean Hong asked.

"The transaction last night went smoothly. I had audio and video recordings throughout the whole process. With so many children in your orphanage who were abandoned by their parents after illness, one or two died every year, you said yes."

The picture ended here, Ji Lang did not pause, and directly clicked on the next few dreams.

The dreams afterwards were mostly similar. They were all sick and abandoned children who were picked up by Dean Hong. At the beginning, he would try his best to treat these children and contact the organ dealer when he could not be cured. Later, when he picked up the child, he simply died of the diseases that were difficult to cure, and dragged it directly until the child's body was almost worn out, and then he was sent to the hospital.

At this time, the hospital could not be cured naturally, so he took the child to stay in the hospital for a few days. After the doctor announced that he could not be cured, 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, use this gimmick to publicize it online and in the media to absorb a wave of donations.

Year after year, Dean Hong became more and more proficient, and the orphanage became bigger and bigger. He took in many children and nurtured several college students, and gradually became a well-known great person.

Ji Lang felt that he was seeing almost the same, and he was about to leave. Before leaving, his gaze flicked across the row of transparent bubbles wrapped in a yellow halo, and when he raised his hand, the yellow halo immediately leaped towards Ji Lang. The palms are gathered together.

Gathering together, Ji Lang saw a brand new dream, and the Dean Hong in the dream was going to be younger again, as if he was only in his early thirties. A benevolent monk is thanking Dean Hong for his acceptance.

"Donor, your kindness is pure, and the poor monk admires it. This string of beads is something the poor monk practiced. It can keep you safe and smooth. I hope the donor will stick to his heart and don't forget the original intention." The original purity and kindness protected Dean Hong's peace and smoothness, but failed to protect his heart.

Ji Lang smashed the light spot in his hand, saw the transparent dream bubble swimming, and turned around out of the dream. In the future, as long as the Buddha beads leave the body or lose their effectiveness, these dreams will surely emerge in succession.

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?"

"How could the lady boss suddenly go to the north of the city? How long did she come to the sea market? How could she suddenly run so far except for our place where she has never been?"

"How could the lady boss steal things and steal the orphanage? This is totally illogical."

"Even though I went to the police station yesterday, I didn't see the proprietress. The boss did, but he didn't say anything after he came out. I don't know what's going on." Dong Yongyuan looked helpless.

"Where is 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 yelled one by one, they knew that Wu Miaomiao was an eighteen-year-old student with a simple and well-behaved nature. Suddenly he was put in a detention center. People are worried.

"I asked the lawyer to apply for bail yesterday. I hope to get it out as soon as possible." Dong Yongyuan said.

"Then you 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 entrance of the studio and heard violent discussions inside.

"Team Huo?!" Dong Yongyuan saw Huo Mingzhi's eyes lit up suddenly, "Team Huo, I didn't have time yesterday, thank you, thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, where is Ji Lang?" Huo Mingzhi glanced around, but didn't see Ji Lang.

"The boss hasn't come yet, but it's coming soon. Are you looking for something to do with him?" Dong Yongyuan asked.

"Yes, let me tell him a good news, by the way, get a good impression." Huo Ming knew.

"Good news? It has something to do with the boss?" Dong Yongyuan said excitedly, "Say it, say it."

At this time, it was still good news, and it was Huo Mingzhi, who was a police officer, that it must be news related to the boss's wife.

Huo Mingzhi couldn't stand the urging of a few people and said helplessly: "Your wife's bail has been done, and it should be released this afternoon."

"Really?!" Everyone was overjoyed.

"Well, in two hours, the lawyer will almost be able to receive the news." Huo Ming knew.

"That's great, quickly inform the boss... boss, you are here." When everyone turned their heads, they saw Ji Lang already standing at the door.

"Morning." Huo Ming knew that he was not an employee of Ji Lang. Seeing that Ji Lang was not nervous about them, he said hello easily.

Ji Lang stepped in the door and looked at Dong Yongyuan: "A big cup of black coffee."

"Oh, yes." Dong Yongyuan quickly responded.

"Drinking black coffee early in the morning, it seems that I was worried about staying up all night last night. Fortunately, it will be released in the afternoon. Remember to pick it up. The little girl spent the night in the detention center alone. She must be terrified. Huo Mingzhi thought for a while and then said, "I think about it, but I suggest you reconcile it. This case is very unfavorable to Wu Miaomiao."

Ji Lang then turned to look at Huo Mingzhi, and replied without thinking: "I'm going to open a new book in a while."

"Ah?!!!" Huo Mingzhi and the studio group of four were dumbfounded.

Your daughter-in-law was arrested, are you still in the mood to open a book?

"Dean Hong, is the protagonist of this book." Ji Lang said.

Huo Mingzhi's eyes drenched, the protagonist of God Zihe, so there is no such thing as a good person.