The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 63 Just a Dog
"But...it should be true."

Wang Fugui was a little dazed. "But I'm not sure if there's a whole room. At least it confirms my idea. Lin Xinru's body should be nowhere to be found."

Even after they finished dinner and lay in bed, Fu Yuan still felt a little guilty.

Judging from Wang Fugui's expression, it should have nothing to do with him.

Maybe I shouldn't have doubted Wang Fugui at that time.

At ten o'clock in the evening, there were two people in two beds, lying side by side facing each other.

"You mean a bull's head...is it a long, narrow head with wide ears? It has horns on both sides that are long, thin, and slightly curved, perhaps with some texture or bumps?"

Wang Fugui looked at her and asked.

Fu Yuan was shocked by his description, "How do you know?"

Wang Fugui said, "You said you heard the sound of a piano last night."

When he said this, his voice was a little muffled, as if he was not very happy.

"What's wrong with you?" Fu Yuan thought he wasn't fully recovered yet, or had a fever again. "Do you need some water? I'll get it for you."

Wang Fugui shook his head: "Do you know Qiuniu?"

Fu Yuan said, "I know. He's the eldest son of a dragon, and he loves music his whole life. He's the most gentle of all the dragon sons. According to records, he's not bloodthirsty or cruel, and he's devoted to music."

Wang Fugui said, "I suspect Chi Zhanpeng has some traces of Qiuniu."

"Ah?" Fu Yuan had never thought about this.

Wang Fugui said, "I don't know if you've noticed, but he doesn't actually enjoy playing the piano. He just treats it like a task. Although he has profound skills, he has no emotions. He is fundamentally different from those who truly love playing the piano."

Fu Yuan thought about it and compared it with Song Yiyu's guzheng.

I never thought about it before, but now that I think about it, it seems really different.

Wang Fugui continued, "Just like you feel hungry when you use your powers, and you normally eat more than us; I get a fever when I use my powers, and I don't know if you've noticed, but my mental age is older than my actual age, while my physical age is younger."

"Every time I use my ability, the age difference between us grows bigger..."

Fu Yuan didn't notice this, but she suddenly understood why she felt that Wang Fugui's clothes had become much looser.

"Are you trying to say that playing the piano is something he does every day, just like I eat a lot? And then from this, you think he might be related to Qiuniu?"

This "he" naturally refers to Chi Zhanpeng.

Wang Fugui hummed, turned over, and lay looking at the ceiling. He said, "If it's him, if he's the traitor, a lot of things can be explained. I don't want to believe this either, and I don't think Captain Guo would believe it either."

Fu Yuan still felt it was a fantasy. "Do you have any evidence?"

"There's no evidence," Wang Fugui said, closing his eyes. "If you must, does a medium's intuition count? You've been together for a day now, so perhaps you could share your impression of him?"

Fu Yuan recalled the scene of their meeting, choosing his words carefully: "When I first heard the piano music, I felt that he must be a very elegant person. But later on, I felt that he was a bit aggressive. And then... he seemed to be showing off? Showing off his presence?"

Wang Fugui smiled and said, "You mean to say that you have a strong desire for control, extreme ideas, and are unwilling to be inferior to others?"

Fu Yuan did not deny it.

Wang Fugui comforted her and said, "Go to sleep, and leave the rest to me. Now that it's confirmed, let's just sit back and wait."

When Fu Yuan heard his words, he also closed his eyes, and his dark yet somewhat blue vision fell on the small Times Square that he passed by this afternoon.

On the stone chair at the feet of the queen, a man in a black T-shirt was sitting on it, holding a bowl of meat and eating it with relish. Looking at the meat, there was even some bright red blood on it, which clearly showed that it was uncooked.

He glanced at his phone from time to time, as if waiting for someone.

When the man looked up, Fu Yuan discovered that he looked 60% similar to Lin Fan. He looked older than Lin Fan, with wrinkles around his eyes and looser skin.

"Wait!" Fu Yuan suddenly shouted, "Senior Fugui, something's happening!"

She had a hunch that the bowl of meat was most likely Lin Xinru's.

This may be what Chi Zhanpeng and Wang Fugui mentioned today - the intuition of the mediator.

Wang Fugui was sobered up by her shouting, "What's wrong?"

"That place this afternoon, Times Square, Queen, Lin Fan." Fu Yuan tried her best to pick out the key points. She didn't know how to explain it.

Wang Fugui also completely sobered up. "You mean, let's go to that Queen statue now. Is Lin Fan there?"

Fu Yuan sat up and said, "Yes."

Wang Fugui was a little confused and asked her, "But I didn't drop anchor there. Should we go to the nearest place first, or go find Captain Guo first?"

Fu Yuan was afraid it would be too late: "Let's go to the nearest one first and hold him back, or see where he's going. As for Captain Guo, just send a message and tell him to hurry over."

Wang Fugui nodded, and there was a hint of kindness and appreciation in his eyes when he looked at Fu Yuan.

The two came to the guardrail by the river. Fu Yuan and Wang Fugui ran all the way. When they got there, Lin Fan had almost finished eating the bowl of meat, with a small half left in the bowl.

There was a person sitting opposite Lin Fan, and the two were talking.

Fu Yuan and Wang Fugui didn't dare to get close and could only watch from afar. The man opposite was wearing a black robe, the light was dark, and his face was blocked, so they couldn't see clearly.

"I can't hear what you're saying at all." Wang Fugui said in a low voice. He wanted to get closer, but was pulled back by Fu Yuan.

Fu Yuan pointed to his ear and motioned for her to take it.

The two of them didn't talk much, but the content shocked Fu Yuan greatly.

The person opposite said: "...Meet?"

Fu Yuan guessed that he was probably asking Lin Fan why they wanted to meet here.

Lin Fan said in an annoyed tone, "What did you say when the police came to your house that day? My place is under surveillance, and I don't even know where to go now!"

The other side said: "What does it have to do with me if you are investigated? You are not careful in your actions. I am warning you. The boss has put an end to what happened today. If you do this again, don't blame us for being ruthless."

Now Fu Yuan heard it clearly. The voice was synthesized by AI, and the original timbre could not be heard, but based on the tone and rhythm of the speech, she inexplicably thought of Liao Xuan.

But isn't Liao Xuan a big boss? It's not like she can't even provide a place to stay, right?

Lin Fan grinned, his tone tinged with ferocity. "You guys really know how to play. You really treat me like a dog, don't you? When you need me, you wave at me. When you don't, you just wave away. Am I your toy?"

The man on the other side was not to be trifled with. He stood up and leaned over to whisper in his ear: "Don't forget who saved you. Only we can give you what you want. With your methods, you've been caught countless times, and you still have to rely on us. Aren't you just a dog to us?"

Lin Fan's face turned pale and blue.

But fortunately, the person on the other end didn't say he was dead. Instead, he threw him a key and said, "This room is at Room 12, Building 3, No. 202 Jiancheng Avenue. It's an old lady's room. No one visits her normally. Stay here well during this period. Don't run around. Wait until the storm is over before you come out again."

Lin Fan took the key and casually put it in his pocket, muttering, "You guys are the ones who have so much to do."

The person opposite him put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it tightly. Lin Fan gasped in pain.

"Is the Lin family's daughter delicious? You probably haven't finished eating yet, right? Remember, I can give you what you want, but I can also take it back at any time."

He left this sentence and left.

(End of this chapter)