The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 57 Calm
In the end, Fu Yuan took Wang Fugui to another hotel, and the room in the original hotel was not refunded.

Wang Fugui was a little surprised when he saw the fried chicken drink. Fu Yuan explained that Guo Yu had specially bought it at KFC.

He took a deep look, was silent for two seconds, and started eating quickly.

But Fu Yuan felt that he didn’t seem very surprised, and seemed a little... helpless?
I had a peaceful dream at night. It was still the same small mountain village, but there was no one there, only the melodious sound of piano.

Fu Yuan doesn't understand music, but judging from his experience of watching TV dramas, it should be an expression of grief?
When Wang Fugui woke up the next day, his fever had subsided. He had woken up twice in the middle of the night because of thirst, but Fu Yuan was sleeping too soundly, so he went downstairs to buy two bottles of water, so he hadn't woken up yet.

On the street outside the window, pedestrians came and went, and the number of cars gradually increased. The ground after the rain was shining in the sunlight, shimmering with tiny lights.

Fu Yuan went downstairs to buy meat buns and steamed dumplings. When he returned to the hotel, Wang Fugui had already finished washing up and was sitting at the head of the bed, staring blankly at his phone.

"Would you like breakfast?"

She put breakfast on the table, sat down opposite and started eating.

It was the morning rush hour, and the sound of car horns could be heard from time to time on the road.

Wang Fugui ate two meat buns and saw Fu Yuan seemed to be hesitant to speak. He asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

He was not a fool, so he naturally noticed that Fu Yuan was acting strangely, but he had previously thought that she had just arrived here and was not feeling well after traveling through the virtual world.

He himself was a little out of shape, but now that he has recovered, he wants to have a good chat with Fu Yuan.

When asked this, Fu Yuan didn't know how to start. She hesitated for a moment and asked, "Where did you go at Liao Xuan's manor that day?"

Wang Fugui looked at her in surprise, "You're following me?"

"Yeah." Fu Yuan didn't deny it. "It's not really stalking. I had a stomachache at the time, so I followed you to the bathroom. When I was leaving, I happened to see you climbing out the window and leaving."

Before, she thought that Wang Fugui was hiding something for Liao Xuan or something, but then she thought, if he was really in cahoots with Liao Xuan, he should have an anchor and wouldn't have to climb through the window.

Was he performing it specifically for her? Probably not.

Wang Fugui scratched his head. "Is that so? I was feeling a bit bored, so I went out for a walk. I didn't tell them because I didn't want to be watched."

Fu Yuan thought of the man in the small warehouse and didn't quite believe what Wang Fugui said.

She took a quick glance and saw two people talking. Although she couldn't see their faces clearly, they were obviously familiar with each other.

"Are we teammates?"

Wang Fugui was stunned for a moment. "Of course, we are colleagues. Why do you ask?"

Fu Yuan laughed twice and shook his head: "Nothing."

As if she felt the atmosphere was a bit awkward, she quickly added, "I just suddenly felt that it's great to have a senior like you to lead me."

Wang Fugui was drinking soy milk, and suddenly he felt sad. He didn't know what he was thinking about. "Actually, our profession is also considered high-risk. I might die one day. You have to guide new people and become a senior like me."

"Hmm..." Fu Yuan lowered her head and didn't notice his expression. She didn't quite understand why it was a high-risk job. For now, it was more like a detective on TV. "But didn't you say they were just threatening us?"

Wang Fugui stretched lazily, saying, "Yeah, I was threatening you before, but even a rabbit will bite when it gets angry."

Fu Yuan also finished her breakfast, carefully applied a circle of lipstick in front of the mirror, and looked at Wang Fugui in the mirror.

Fu Yuan: "...you mean?"

Wang Fugui didn't go to see her. He was swiping his phone in his hand. Perhaps his fever had not yet subsided, and his voice was still a little hoarse.

"Three times the limit is enough. If we continue to bite them, the more we know, the more dangerous it will be."

After saying this, he looked up from his phone, looked at Fu Yuan in the mirror, and looked back, "You're not in too deep yet. You still have a happy family. If you're afraid, just quit early."

"You are not a member of the 224th Bureau now, so you have no obligation to do anything. With your ability, you can become a non-staff member and do some easy work to satisfy your inner sense of justice." Fu Yuan felt an inexplicable pressure when he said that.

Why did he keep persuading me to leave?

But Fu Yuan did not sense any malice from him.

Even after Wang Fugui took Fu Yuan into a taxi, Fu Yuan was still somewhat reluctant to leave, staring blankly at the silhouette rapidly receding outside the window.

Wang Fugui sighed and said comfortingly: "It's okay, don't worry too much. If the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. You still have me as your senior."

For some reason, when Wang Fugui said this, Fu Yuan's heart seemed to be touched, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes.

Her thoughts suddenly ran wild.

senior……

She also thought that Wang Fugui was only 12 years old, but he was so considerate and felt safe. He would definitely be a sea king when he grew up.

Thinking of this, the feeling of being touched faded a little. "I'm not worried. I'm an adult now, so I know what's going on. But you, why do you look so mature?"

Wang Fugui laughed dryly and changed the subject: "I heard you say earlier that Chi Zhanpeng is here too?"

"Well, he should have arrived after dinner yesterday." Fu Yuan remembered Guo Yu's dislike for him, "Have you met him?"

As soon as I asked this question, it seemed a bit inappropriate.

Wang Fugui has been in the 224th Bureau for 6 years and should have come into contact with all of these.

really.

"Yes, there was contact," Wang Fugui said. "But I don't know him very well. I feel like he doesn't like talking to kids like me."

Fu Yuan was a little surprised, "Huh?"

Wang Fugui nodded and said, "My intuition tells me that he is very dangerous. Besides, I think his magnetic field is not compatible with mine. I hate seeing him."

Now Fu Yuan was really interested. He could understand why Guo Yu hated him.

Why does even Wang Fugui hate him?

In Fu Yuan's impression, Wang Fugui can talk to anyone and is a very easy person to get along with.

"However," Wang Fugui paused, "Kanzaki Hitomi seems to like him very much. I don't know why, maybe because they are both alumni of Z University?"

Fu Yuan, an alumnus of Z University, suddenly remembered that she had initially contacted Guo Yu again because of the suicide of her senior schoolmate Song Yiyu, but after the contact, she had forgotten to mention it.

Fu Yuan coughed twice and said, "I suddenly remembered something... Some time ago, a senior student from my school committed suicide."

Wang Fugui didn't say anything and just looked at her.

Fu Yuan opened her phone and flipped through the photo album. Inside were some screenshots of the discussion she had taken at the time, as well as the obituary issued by the school. She handed it to Wang Fugui and continued:

"She was a doctoral student in cognitive psychology at my university and was graduating next year. Many people said she committed suicide due to graduation pressure, but I know that's not the case. She had achieved results and was passionate about this field. She had also agreed with her professor to stay on campus as an assistant after graduation, so she wouldn't feel any pressure to find a job."

Wang Fugui probably understood what she meant. "Do you think there's a mediator involved here?"

Fu Yuan pulled his hat up to hide his face. "Yes, but I can't guarantee it."

　I really want to finish writing it as soon as possible, but I have dug too many holes before, and I have to fill them one by one... Digging holes is fun, but filling them is a crematorium.

　　(End of this chapter)