The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 53 Long time no see
After Guo Yu finished his story, Fu Yuan looked at him, unsure what he meant.

"Do you mean that Wang Fugui is a descendant of Cheng Huang?" But if that's the case, shouldn't his surname be Liu?
Guo Yu nodded: "Yes, according to legend, Cheng Huang also has the ability to fly in the clouds and travel through space."

As he spoke, his gaze slowly fell on Wang Fugui, who was sleeping on the bed. "They are long-lived and grow slowly, which can also correspond to Wang Fugui."

Fu Yuan was startled, with a look of doubt on his face. His thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the question Guo Yu asked at the beginning: Do you know how the medium came about?
"Are you trying to say that mediums are actually descendants of mythical beasts?"

Guo Yu stated: "According to research, this is the case."

Fu Yuan was a little confused, his mind went blank, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, "Didn't they say that there are only three people in the 224th Bureau, four including me." How come the research is so complete?

Guo Yu gave an awkward laugh and explained, "Actually, there are some non-staff members. You know, some people don't want to be controlled, and we can't force them to join."

Fu Yuan nodded subconsciously, looked at Wang Fugui again, and asked, "So what is he doing?"

"It's probably a sequelae. Every time he uses his abilities, his mental age increases and his physical form becomes younger. The fever might be a cold. He'll be fine after resting for a while."

Fu Yuan recalled that when he came from Jiang City before, it was Wang Fugui who used his ability, and he felt a little worried and guilty.

"If I had known this, I should have taken the high-speed rail here myself. It wouldn't have taken that long."

Guo Yu smiled and comforted him, "It's okay. Using his abilities more often will actually be good for him."

Fu Yuan didn't understand. Thinking of what Wang Fugui had said before, that if one had sufficient mental power, visualizing the virtual world could enhance one's mental power, he guessed that it must be related to mental power.

She thought of the dream again. If the dreamer was not Wang Fugui, then who could it be?

Unfortunately, except for the victim, all the other characters there are animalized and their specific faces cannot be seen.

Those in the thatched houses didn’t see the whole picture.

Dreaming over a large area also has many disadvantages, as it is impossible to directly locate the dreamer.

Also, who was the man who met Wang Fugui at Liao Xuan’s manor?

"Will you go back with me or stay here to take care of him?" Guo Yu asked Fu Yuan after he had settled everything.

Fu Yuan thought that there was nothing to do here, so she might as well follow Guo Yu. In fact, ever since she had that dream, before she knew whether the dreamer was Wang Fugui, she felt a little scared and didn't dare to get along with Wang Fugui.

Especially when I think of the girl in my dream being used as a human sacrifice...

Cannibalism.

"I'll go with you. By the way, I want to see Wu Ping again."

There are some things that Fu Yuan wants to confirm again.

The two of them left the hotel. Guo Yu walked ahead and whispered to Fu Yuan, "She's very cunning. All the colleagues who have spoken to her are speaking for her. You're a go-between, so be careful and don't fall into her trap."

"it is good."

The next time Fu Yuan saw Wu Ping was in the staff dormitory of the police station.

The room was simply designed, with a grayish-white hue as the main color. The walls were painted with decorative lines, and the windows were made of aluminum alloy and arranged neatly. The window where Wu Ping lived had a guardrail, so people couldn't climb out or in.

"Long time no see, big sister." Wu Ping recognized her at a glance and greeted her warmly.

He no longer looked sickly like before and spoke very generously.

Fu Yuan looked at her: her skin was as white as cream, delicate as a baby's, her eyes were like a pool of autumn water, clear and bright, and her eyes were full of radiance as they moved.

Perhaps because she had learned dancing before, she had a graceful figure, and as she moved, one could smell the strong scent of orange perfume.

This strong smell is Fu Yuan's sense of smell. Ordinary people would not feel it is strong.

The flaws outweigh the merits. She took a half step back, creating some distance. Previously, she had thought Guo Yu's information was exaggerated. How could those rich young men be interested in a peasant girl? But now, after taking one look at her, she felt a little more impressed. She was indeed a stunning beauty.

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she could faintly smell the fishy smell from the tip of her nose... which made her inexplicably think of the fish in the water.

Just like the day I found her by the lake.

Fu Yuan was shocked and came to his senses.

My colleagues are busy with their own things. As the Chinese New Year is approaching, there are a lot of things to do.

Fu Yuan looked at Wu Ping and said coldly, "There's no one else here. Let's open up and speak frankly. What exactly is your purpose?"

Wu Ping was a little surprised. She raised her right hand to cover her mouth and giggled, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

After being mentally prepared, Fu Yuan looked at her face again. It was clear that she had not changed at all, but she was not as stunning as before. Now she seemed even more pretentious.

She rubbed her eyebrows and asked, "What exactly did you want to do when you asked me to call the police?"

"Huh?" Wu Ping cried out, but her expression didn't show any surprise. "I didn't ask you to call the police. I just wanted you to stay with me for one night, and I was really scared..."

Her voice was soft and contained a hint of grievance.

Fu Yuan stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the green belt outside, where there was a broken balloon.

She remained unmoved and slowly stated, "Although you didn't directly ask me to call the police, your statement that your husband's death wasn't natural and that you felt someone was murdering you were hinting at me calling the police on your behalf."

"I want to know what happened around 6:00 on the day you were kidnapped?"

She paused, turned around, and stared closely into Wu Ping's eyes.
Wu Ping tilted her head slightly, her eyes flickering. "I've made it very clear. When I saw that man, I lost consciousness, and when I woke up again, I was in the lake. Although I'm grateful that you called the police and saved me, you can't think so badly of me! I definitely hope the murderer is caught."

Fu Yuan pondered for a moment, then asked, "Do you know that man? Do you still remember him?"

Wu Ping shook her head: "I can't remember clearly, I just remember it was a curly-haired man. I seemed to see you that day, in my subconscious?"

Fu Yuan thought of the dream and nodded: "It's me. You are a medium yourself, and you are a mental suggestion type, how could you be controlled by someone?"

She speaks very directly.

The case has not made any progress and involves non-scientific factors, which makes it really difficult to investigate. If the parties involved do not cooperate, it is normal for it to become an unsolved case.

Wu Ping pursed her lips and said, "So people like us are called mediators?"

Fu Yuan knew that she wanted to change the subject. "That's not important. What's important is that you didn't wake up halfway through?" As she spoke, she stared into Wu Ping's eyes again.

Wu Ping has a pair of beautiful eyes. She usually takes the initiative to look at others. If someone is willing to look into her eyes, she will be very happy.

But today, being stared at by Fu Yuan like this, she felt uncomfortable all over.

Wu Ping looked back and raised her voice, "Of course not. If I woke up, I would have seen them and they might have killed me on the way. How could I have made it to the lake alive?"

Fu Yuan said coldly: "Really?"

Wu Ping swore: "Of course it's true."

Fu Yuan smiled, looking relaxed: "Do you know what I studied in college? I am a psychology major at Z University, and I am the top student in my grade. Although your words are very affirmative, your expression is telling me——"

"you are lying."

　Happy New Year!!!

　　(End of this chapter)