The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 39 Mysterious Note
"Have you seen Wu Ping's daughter?"

Officer Guo in front had just started when he suddenly braked, making a sharp friction sound.

The people in the car were caught off guard and their bodies leaned forward uncontrollably. Fu Yuan was caught off guard and his head hit Guo Yu's seat directly.

Fu Yuan rubbed his nose, which still hurt a little. "I'm not sure. She was wearing a white baby doll dress and had pigtails, so she was easy to recognize."

Officer Guo opened the car door and asked, "Which direction?"

Fu Yuan pointed and Officer Guo chased after him, leaving Wang Fugui and Fu Yuan looking at each other in bewilderment, while the portrait artist stared out the window in a daze.

About ten minutes later, Guo Yu came over with a gloomy face and heavy steps. He suddenly opened the car door and sat down on the seat with a thud, which made the seat shake.

"What happened?" Wang Fugui asked worriedly.

He rubbed his brows tiredly, took a deep breath and said, "I just followed all the way there, but didn't see the doll girl you described, so I asked the people around me, and based on what they said."

"The last person I found was an old lady who was embroidering, and she gave it to me."

As he spoke, he opened his palm, revealing a rolled-up piece of paper: "Hounds, block your sense of smell, retract your claws, and pursue relentlessly, only to bring about your own destruction!"

He threw the note to Wang Fugui, and Fu Yuan also leaned over to take a look.

It has a texture a bit like A4 paper, neatly cut. The font is typed and a bit rough, as if to create an atmosphere, and the characters are slightly blurred.

Wang Fugui grinned and said, "This person is quite cultured. He actually used two idioms in one sentence."

Guo Yu suddenly remembered something and quickly took the note from his hand. He stared at it for about half a minute, then suddenly started the car engine, turned right and started.

Wang Fugui looked at Guo Yu's profile and asked, "Are we still pursuing him?"

Guo Yu turned the car around, his eyes determined as he sneered, "Of course, as police officers, we serve the people. Bad guys who do bad things should be brought to justice. How can we shrink back just because we might sacrifice ourselves?"

Fu Yuan looked at the road, not the one heading back to the police station, and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Guo Yu stared straight ahead and said, "Xinhong Printing Shop."

Fu Yuan didn't understand why. She looked at a printing shop she had just passed by and asked, "Why go to Xinhong Printing Shop?"

Wang Fugui suddenly realized and answered quickly, "Because that note was printed out in a printing shop. If it was a mini printer I bought myself, the paper material wouldn't be like this."

Guo Yu looked through the rearview mirror and saw Fu Yuan's expression, he seemed to have not figured it out yet.

He intended to train her, so he took the initiative to explain: "Fugui'er is talking about paper that can only be produced by larger printers. Most people won't buy printers."

He paused, feeling it wasn't quite perfect, and added, "Maybe someone with a child in high school might buy it. But this situation isn't under consideration."

Fu Yuan nodded.

Guo Yu continued: "Did you just notice the words above?"

Fu Yuan continued to nod, "I see."

Guo Yu asked: "What did you find?"

"Discovered?" Fu Yuan didn't quite understand what he wanted to say. "I found that there were threats above. If it wasn't written that way on purpose, the criminal might have been copying the crime? The style feels a bit like something out of a movie... and there's even a note left behind."

"Hmm... maybe. That's something I hadn't thought of." Guo Yu was silent before stating his findings. "The ink color is uneven, the characters are a bit blurry, and the edges aren't as neat as we usually see."

Fu Yuan recalled it and realized it was true. She had thought it was to create a terrifying atmosphere.

"Today's printers have been upgraded for several generations, and the fonts they print are smooth, crisp, and clean. There aren't many low-quality printers like this. As far as I can remember, there's only one printing shop, Xinhong Printing."

Guo Yu put his right hand on the steering wheel and lowered the window on the driver's side with his left hand. A cool breeze blew in and he squinted his eyes.

"I saw their business open when I was in primary school. It's been open for over 20 years and the equipment has never been changed. But because there's a primary school nearby, the price they charge isn't high, just the cost. And over time, everyone around knows them, so they've kept it open until now."

Guo Yu spoke ramblingly, and this showed his advantage as a local.

When you get there.

The door of the printing shop was half open, and there was a sign at the entrance: Umbrellas are not allowed inside on rainy days.

There was a red-painted wooden table in front of the door, and a young man in his early twenties was standing next to it. He was wearing slippers and was cracking a pomelo with both hands, with a look of effort on his face.

Seeing the police car coming, he stopped and looked at it curiously.

"Xiao Li, where is your dad?" Guo Yu got out of the car and shouted to him.

The young man called Xiao Li walked into the house holding a half-opened pomelo: "Dad, Dad! Someone is calling you——"

"I heard it. It's not like I don't have ears." A man in his fifties walked out of the house. He was a little fat, wearing a shirt that was a little faded from washing, and his hair was a little messy.

He looked Guo Yu up and down, his eyes a little confused, and his gaze fell on the police badge on Guo Yu's police uniform, "I wonder why the officer came to us...?"

Guo Yu smiled, took two steps forward, punched him lightly in the chest, and said with a friendly smile, "Old Li, I'm Xiao Guo!"

Old Li glanced at his face a few more times, then said "Oh" with a look of sudden realization: "It's Xiao Guo, sit inside." Looking at the three people behind Guo Yu, he also said enthusiastically, "Sit inside, sit inside."

When Fu Yuan entered the room, he could still smell the faint scent of ink. The room was a little dim, with several old printers and computers placed inside, making it look a bit messy.

Guo Yu sat on the bench and Lao Li sat in front of the computer desk.

Guo Yu looked around at the equipment around him and said, "The last time I came here, I was studying and asked you to help print the test paper."

Old Li scratched his head and laughed a few times, "My shop has been here for a long time indeed."

For a moment, he couldn't guess what the police officer wanted to do. He looked like a family of three, but he brought a third wheel colleague with him?
Guo Yu took out the note and handed it to Lao Li.

Old Li took it with both hands and slowly opened it. When he saw the words on it, his face turned pale instantly. His hands shook uncontrollably and the note almost fell to the ground.

Hounds, block your sense of smell, retract your claws and fangs, relentless pursuit will only lead to your own destruction!
"This..." Old Li's voice trembled, his face turned ugly, and he asked Guo Yu hesitantly, "Excuse me, what is this..."

Guo Yu nodded, put away his smile, and said seriously: "Yes, it's just as you thought. Someone handed it to me."

Old Li sighed, a look of panic on his face. "That person printed one and cut it into a dozen copies. I thought it was some kind of game...something like a horror adventure or an escape room."

"It's really none of my business—"

Seeing that Lao Li was very emotional, Guo Yu quickly stood up and said to him, "Okay, don't get excited. I believe you."

Old Li didn't want to listen and directly pulled Guo Yu into the house, "Come on, I'll take you to see the surveillance."

　Lao Li: It’s not me, it’s really not me, Your Excellency is wronging me——

　
(End of this chapter)