The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 42 Emotional Sensitivity
After the hospital examination, Fu Yuan was found to be fine, just a little bit hot, so the doctor prescribed her some herbal tea.

Guo Yu took some tranquilizers.

After returning to the police station, the three said goodbye to the portrait artist, and Guo Yu took Wang Fugui and Fu Yuan to the hotel to check in.

On the way, Fu Yuan thought about the high cost of the examination and felt a little uneasy: "Will this be reimbursed?"

Wang Fugui walked in front, speaking confidently: "This is considered a work-related injury, so of course you have to be reimbursed. I'll take you to complete the employment procedures at the end of the month, and you can apply for it then."

The hotel was near the police station. They walked for about ten minutes, crossed an intersection, and arrived there.

The hotel's overall color scheme is dominated by a calm warm gray, paired with bright glass curtain walls. Inside, the floor tiles are smooth, reflecting the evenly distributed lights on the ceiling.

Looking at the hotel, before Fu Yuan could ask, Wang Fugui said, "Hotel expenses can also be reimbursed."

Fu Yuan felt relieved.

Guo Yu took the two of them to the front desk to scan their faces for authentication and complete the check-in procedures.

They originally wanted to book two single rooms, but Fu Yuan felt a little uneasy, so he told Guo Yu that he wanted a double room.

Wang Fugui is actually 12 years old, but looks only 8 or 9 years old.

She wasn't afraid of what this steady little boy might do. If he really wanted to do something, the hotel door wouldn't be able to stop him.

Finally, Guo Yu asked the front desk for two double rooms. Wang Fugui was too young to check in alone, so his room was booked using Guo Yu's ID card.

The three of them sat in Fu Yuan's room. After Guo Yu and Wang Fugui checked the room and confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras in the room, Guo Yu said, "What did you want to say in the car just now?"

Fu Yuan sat on the bed, facing a long dressing mirror with a reddish-brown solid wood frame and lights embedded inside, exuding a low-key luxury.

She couldn't help but look at him a few more times before slowly saying to Guo Yu, "I feel like Lao Li might have lied just now. His true emotions don't match what he showed on the outside."

Seeing both of them looking at her, Fu Yuan felt a little embarrassed and added, "You know, my ability is to enter dreams. Maybe it's because I've seen so many dreams? I've been more sensitive to emotions since I was a child."

Wang Fugui nodded and told her about his ability: "Indeed, my sense of distance is also quite accurate."

He raised his index finger. "For example, the distance from my index finger to your forehead is 2.32 meters."

This was the first time Fu Yuan heard this statement. His eyes fell on his finger and he estimated that it was about two meters long.

"From the moment Lao Li said he didn't feel like it, I felt something was a little strange, a dissonance between his body and words." Fu Yuan continued, "Then he told us to leave quickly. I felt panic, but it didn't seem like he was panicking about us..."

As soon as he said this, Wang Fugui's face turned pale and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes.

He looked at Fu Yuan and said bitterly, "The one you saw might not be him. We might have guessed wrong. His ability is not hypnosis, but direct control of other people's bodies."

As he spoke, he rushed towards the door. Guo Yu was quick to stop him and asked with a frown, "What are you doing? Where do you want to go?"

Wang Fugui turned his head, his eyes slightly red. "It's obvious that Lao Li has been controlled... If we go earlier, maybe we can still..."

Guo Yu asked, "What can we do? Collect his body?"

Wang Fugui didn't say anything and choked for a moment, and Fu Yuan's heart tightened.

Guo Yu sat on the bed, his expression somewhat solemn. "I think Lao Li should be fine now. That person has already handed the clues to us. There is no point in killing Lao Li. It will only arouse our suspicion and make us pursue him relentlessly."

He fished in his trouser pocket, took out the note, and placed it on the bedside table. "He handed us this threatening letter, wasn't it just to make us stop? Unfortunately, he misjudged us." Fu Yuan frowned slightly, not quite understanding the whole logic. "How did the murderer know that we went to see Lao Li?"

"Could he have foreseen the situation and predicted that I'd see that girl, and that you, Captain Guo, would chase her and get the note, and still think of Old Li? If that's the case, isn't it terrifying to contemplate?"

Guo Yu shook his head and said affirmatively: "Of course not."

Wang Fugui was also amused by her, his voice a little muffled: "How can you be so powerful? If you have such a mind, why don't you do something else instead of doing something illegal?"

"There's only one possibility. There's a mole in our police station." Guo Yu bent his right index finger, flicked Wang Fugui's forehead, looked at Fu Yuan and said slowly, "I originally thought it was you who left the marks on your body, but Fugui and the doctor both said there's nothing wrong with you."

Fu Yuan pointed at himself and seemed to be unresponsive.

Guo Yu actually suspected her?

"Then the problem is..." The portrait artist who was riding in the car with them today?
When Fu Yuan came to this conclusion, he was also surprised.

According to Guo Yu, the people's artist with a gentle smile is the traitor?
Why?

Guo Yu likes to drink coffee when he is thinking. It has been such a long time since he last spoke, and he just came out of the hospital not long ago. He feels that his mind is a little slow, so he lies on the bed.

"Hmm..." He turned over and looked at Fu Yuan: "He was there before, and I didn't ask. Do you still remember the man's room number?"

Fu Yuan recalled for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I was in room 8618, but I don't know which room he was in. But I know that he changed rooms with the front desk because there was no hot water in his room that day. The front desk should have a better impression of him."

"The date was October 10st, and the time was approximately 21:14 p.m."

Guo Yu sat up, turned on his phone, then turned it off again. He sighed and said, "I'll go there myself. You and Fugui'er must be tired after running around all day. You can order takeout or go to the canteen at the bureau."

"If you want takeout, ask Fuguier to send it to me and I'll pay for it for you." Before leaving, he turned around and said to Fu Yuan.

Before Fu Yuan could react, Guo Yu had already left.

Wang Fugui stood by the window at some point, and saw people coming and going and the hustle and bustle of traffic below.

Fu Yuan shouted at him, "Do you still want to go out?"

Wang Fugui came back to his senses and scratched his head. "Let's not go out. I'm a little tired. I'll go to bed early today. I have to follow them to investigate the case tomorrow."

Fu Yuan looked a little embarrassed. Just now when Guo Yu was around, she was too embarrassed to say anything, but now facing Wang Fugui, she was much more relaxed.

Especially after knowing that Wang Fugui’s real age was only in his teens.

"Fugui... Senior," she almost followed Guo Yu and called him Fuguier, "I don't think I can be of much help. I didn't learn anything about this in college."

Wang Fugui was a little surprised, "It's okay, you are quite suitable for this."

Fu Yuan was a little depressed, looking down at the white bed sheet:
"I feel like you and Captain Guo are both quick to react. I've been running around with you, unable to offer any suggestions, and I feel like I'm always holding you back... If something really happens to Old Li..."

　There is a ghost inside, hahaha, the villain is not that great,

(˙▽˙) It’s all thanks to internal support. (Surrender)

(End of this chapter)