The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 78: Deja Vu (End)

Fu Yuan thought she would be at a loss, but she was surprisingly calm.

She felt unfamiliar with herself, but not afraid.

I touched Wang Fugui's chest and found a golden clock inside. It was a mechanical watch with only hour and minute hands.

She followed the instructions and walked in the clockwise direction.

The clock in my hand is amazing. The minute hand feels like it's functioning normally, and one revolution equals one hour.

The hour hand, however, moves irregularly, changing every approximately 10 minutes.

Fu Yuan carried Wang Fugui on his back and walked in the clockwise direction.

Thinking of Wang Fugui's words, Fu Yuan didn't dare to look up at the sky. He just wanted to get out quickly and not get lost in the virtual world.

There were some white mushrooms growing on the ground, and thin threads were floating in the air, some of which tried to wrap around her ankles.

Fu Yuan gently avoided them. They were like stumbling children, bumping into each other and falling to the ground. Not long after, they were floating in the air again.

"Don't be afraid, they are just curious and won't hurt anyone."

In a trance, she seemed to hear Wang Fugui say this to her.

She couldn't help but squat down and poke the mushrooms. The mushrooms felt the human breath, bounced a few times, and then shrank back tremblingly.

The direction of the hour hand changed again.

Fu Yuan walked along the changed direction.

I don't know when the scene changed to a snowy field, with little snowballs bouncing on the ground.

The snowballs have rough facial features and matchstick-like limbs, looking like a child's doodles.

"Ahhhhhh——" They were baring their teeth and claws, as if asking the newcomers where they came from and what they were doing here?
It was the first time that Fu Yuan encountered such a seemingly intelligent creature, and he couldn't help but take a few more glances at it.

But because of the language barrier and being in a hurry, she didn't intend to pay much attention and just wanted to leave quickly.

But the little snowballs didn't seem to intend to let Fu Yuan leave. To them, creatures like Fu Yuan were very rare.

They gathered around and blocked the road ahead.

Fu Yuan was a little embarrassed: "Can you please move aside? I need to pass through here."

"Ah, ah, ah—ah, ah—"

A little snowman wearing a grass crown walked out from among the little snowmen. Fu Yuan noticed that it seemed a little bigger than the little snowmen around it.

But for her, it was still very small.

"Hurrah—ahhhh—"

A sound came out of the little snowman wearing a grass crown, and several little snowmen lay down on the ground, forming layers of steps.

It slowly walked up the stairs, and finally looked at Fu Yuan at eye level: "Ahhh——"

But the language still seems incoherent.

Fu Yuan was also helpless: "I also want to understand what you mean, but I don't understand it at all."

The little snowman with the grass crown looked confused and didn't seem to understand what she meant.

Seeing that it had no ill intentions, Fu Yuan pointed forward, placed his right index and middle fingers on the palm of his left hand, and made a running gesture of a little man.

The little snowman with the grass crown stared at her for a long time, babbled a few words to the back, and then the little snowmen scattered to the left and right, making way for her.

The weather here is quite cold and there is heavy snow falling.

People often say that the human soul weighs 21 grams.

Fu Yuan didn't know whether Wang Fugui on his back weighed 21g. He looked like a skinny old man, carrying him on his back, but he didn't feel any weight.

It was as if he was the snow splashing on his body and the clouds floating around him.

The snow was vast and there was nothing but white.

The birds have flown away from the thousands of mountains, and the people have disappeared from the thousands of paths...

The falling snow fell on their heads, turning their dark hair white.

At that time, Wangshu was in the sky, and a hint of scarlet moonlight was sprinkled on the ground. The environment began to change again at some point.

The snow turned into a lawn, and each strand of black grass was as thick as an adult's arm.

After passing through the virtual world several times, she can roughly conclude that the degree of danger of the virtual world is related to its color.

White is the most harmless, red the most dangerous. With a thought, a burst of luminous white light emanated from her body, landing steadily 5 centimeters around her, preventing the black grass from getting close.

After walking across the black grass, she saw the door that Wang Fugui mentioned. It was actually just a white crack, exactly the same as the one that Wang Fugui used to pull her into the virtual world.

Through the door is the familiar office.

She put Wang Fugui on the ground. Perhaps in the virtual world, although he was lifeless, his body was unusually warm.

"I'm leaving."

She suddenly said to Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui lay on the ground, unable to speak.

Fu Yuan sighed in his heart. No matter how much he looked like a living person, he was dead after all.

She picked up Wang Fugui and walked out the door.

On the way, she seemed to have sensed something and lowered her head.

But Wang Fugui's body broke into pieces, like feathers, floating in the air; or like snowdrops meeting the sun, melting in the air.

In a trance, she saw Wang Fugui waving at her and smiling.

……

It has been a month since I left the virtual world.

Fu Yuan locked himself in the rented apartment and didn't go out for a month.

Sometimes she would think that being able to dream might be a gift from God.

In dreams, you may be able to meet the deceased.

But she had no dreams.

Outside the window, there was the sound of rustling rain.

Just like that day, Wang Fugui said to her: "Maybe one day I will die, and you will still have to guide new people and become a senior like me."

Fu Yuan sighed again. He had to go out today because he had accepted the invitation from Bureau 224 to be a part-time newcomer.

Part-time is a new term that means more freedom, but you must participate in 10 tasks (of your own choice) or 2 assigned tasks every year.

It is different from listing. Listing requires official registration and then free acceptance of commissions. There is no requirement to complete a certain amount.

There are no full-time staff in Bureau 224 now. Full-time staff are assigned by superiors and must be obeyed.

There were originally three people, but now only Kanzaki Hitomi is left. She always pushes others away whenever possible and seems very mysterious. I don't know what's going on.

Fu Yuan slowly pulled the long-handled umbrella that had been lying in the corner for a long time and walked out.

It was still that rural-like place, but this time she didn't ride an electric bike.

She was wearing a plain windbreaker and stood quietly at the door, her eyes calm and deep.

It wasn't until the cold raindrops climbed up her cheeks that she slowly reached out her hand, grasped the long black umbrella handle, and with a "click", opened it steadily.

She was wearing boots and walking slowly, occasionally splashing a few small drops of water. There were also people wearing straw raincoats on the road, most of them in a hurry.

But this has nothing to do with her.

"My dear grandson, it's raining heavily, please come back soon."

She heard someone shouting this, and the sound of hurried running. Judging from the speed of the running, it should be a child of six or seven years old.

Turning around, I saw a boy walking in the rain.

His grandmother called out anxiously, but it was of no use. The child played in the rain even more enthusiastically.

It’s not him…

Fu Yuan was a little disappointed and looked away.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a familiar child walking on the edge of a field with an umbrella.

Neither light nor heavy, neither fast nor slow.

Finally finished, albeit in a hurry.

I was planning to write a sequel, but then I realized that even after I published a new chapter, I couldn’t post anything related to the work because they said I didn’t have permission. Wow…

Book recommendation, a friend's (one-man show), military fantasy (Western), male-oriented.