Second visit to the psychiatrist

Author: The Pigeon Who Never Doves

Second visit to the psychiatrist

Sitting cross-legged on the golden jewelry, Huo Yunting dragged his cheeks and was in a daze.

Looking at the experiences summarized by the protagonists on the ground, he felt a toothache.

Why is there a ghost? How can he get out of this cycle of death?

The passage of time in my dreams and the passage of time in reality have always been confusing. Sometimes this night is equivalent to a few hours in reality, and sometimes this night is equivalent to half a lifetime in reality.

I'm afraid that I'll starve to death here if I can't wait for the five o'clock alarm.

"Damn it, this prodigal bitch, I really want her to die here tonight."

Huo Yunting suddenly cursed, and the fat man beside him was confused.

"I said, your mistress is quite leisurely. He wants to die and still misses women. Do you miss that Aning?"

Pan Zi said nothing and his eyes became sad.

"Damn it, you kid also wants a woman?"

Huo Yunting tapped his thigh, ignoring the discussion of the two people behind him, racking his brains to think of how to get out of this dream quickly.

He didn't dare to forget Huo Yunting's identity now. This was obviously a life and death situation.

It reminds me of the hanging soul staircase in "Ghost Blowing the Lamp". That one was because the lighting was too dark and the stairs were too wide, so the man-made fork could not be seen.

But the tomb passage is not wide now?

I couldn't think of anything, and I was a little worried. I took a cigarette in my mouth, lit it, and then froze for a moment.

He took off the cigarette in his mouth and saw that it was Hongmei. He looked at the lighter and saw that it was the Zippo given to him by Qianqian. These were his Huo Yunting's things, not Wu Xie's.

He suddenly realized and knew how to solve this matter.

Damn it, this is his dream, I have never heard of anyone being bullied in his dream.

As soon as I thought about it, a flashlight appeared in my hand. I shone it randomly in the tomb. When it swept across the top of the beam, it suddenly turned back quickly.

A man with gold-rimmed eyes stood on the top of the tomb.

film?!

"Whoops! Shoot!"

A loud shout and thunderous sounds rang out one after another, reverberating wildly from the tomb and impacting Huo Yunting's eardrums.

Later, he witnessed with his own eyes that Ying was beaten into a sieve. A sieve whose skills were by no means weaker than his own.

Seven steps away, the gun is fast.

Within seven steps, the gun is accurate and fast.

This is the only thought in Huo Yunting's mind at this time.

"What kind of thing is this? It also wears gold-rimmed glasses? Is it so coquettish?"

The fat man came up to him with a gun and kicked him twice. Huo Yunting hesitated for a moment, then came over, squatted down, and heard a faint sound from Ying's head with several big holes.

"Grass."

Huo Yunting's heart skipped a beat, why did he speak?

And it's not like repeating like a repeater like before, it sounds full of resentment.

He became increasingly cautious and stood up - he found himself sitting up from the bed.

Glancing outside the window, the dim blue gradually became brighter. Liu Yifei curled up into a small ball on the bed, her brows furrowed, as if she hadn't gotten over the ghost story last night and was having a nightmare.

The first thing he had to do at this time was to get out of bed immediately, pick up the "Tomb Raiders Notes" on the bedside, put it on the window sill, and read the ending of the story in the weak skylight.

"My uncle's."

A few minutes later, Huo Yunting closed the book and cursed lightly.

Rhino horn psychic? Who the hell could guess that?

I'm glad I didn't let this guy Xu Pup get tricked to death.

When I touched the back of my head, I felt a little cold, and cold sweat had broken out.

After tiptoeing out of the room, Huo Yunting opened the balcony door, lit a cigarette, and sat down cross-legged. He had to review this matter today.

The more I think about it, the weirder I feel. How long have I been practicing this "deception" ability? Why do I still fall into dreams suddenly and inexplicably?

And the shadow appeared very suddenly.

To be honest, Huo Yunting was shocked. This was the first time he found out from the dream world that the shadow was among them, and he was a ghost who wanted to kill them.

Does this mean that Ying's consciousness has been recovering? Even saying that he suddenly fell into a dream was actually planned by Ying? He has been self-aware for a long time?

Huo Yunting felt more and more weird, and quickly got up and sent a message to Tom Cruise's personal doctor to ask what was going on.

They still contact each other occasionally on weekdays and send blessings to each other during holidays. Just like last time, he sent himself a Happy Qingming Festival during Qingming Festival.

Huo Yunting told him that if it didn't work, just cut off the relationship. The doctor didn't know what Qingming meant until he checked, and he quickly called to apologize.

After saying this, my thoughts drifted away. I shook my head to calm down and started writing an email.

He didn't mention the dream again, but told him that he had a new subject.

[Long time no see, doctor. We haven’t discussed dreams for a long time, but now I have a new idea, about dual personalities...]

He wrote intermittently for more than half an hour, and compiled a story that he was extremely satisfied with. Click, send, and it was all done in one go.

I went back to the bedroom and looked at the clock, it was about 4:50.

He was not in the mood to sleep anymore, so he turned off the alarm clock and went to the kitchen to spread out two eggs to eat.

Liu Yifei also woke up around seven o'clock and yawned.

"Brother Yun, I feel like you woke up very early today."

I almost won't be able to come back. Why don't you wake up early?

Huo Yunting smiled but said nothing.

She had nothing to do today, so she got up from the bed and lay down on the sofa. This was a different place to sleep.

Huo Yunting packed up his things, stuffed his copy of "Tomb Robbery Notes" and went to rehearse.

The content of the rehearsals is similar. For Huo Yunting, he only needs to practice the kicking sword well, and he doesn't need to worry about anything else.

This is also the decision of Wu Bin, Liu Baoshan, and even the entire planning team.

It is worth mentioning that when Huo Yunting went there today, he found a boy with red and swollen eyes. After asking, he found out that this was not a fight, but a stick practice in private and his eyes were poked.

What I practiced was Huo Yunting's kicking sword.

And this kid is not an exception, it's just that he had the most serious accident and was caught as a typical example.

There are also many others who are practicing secretly, and there are many injuries on their bodies and arms.

Huo Yunting found Liu Baoshan privately, but don't send these stupid boys to his place to join the martial arts training team.

Having ability is important, but that doesn't mean you can throw away your brain. In the entertainment industry, brain is more important than ability.

About three days later, Zhang Debang found him. There was a variety show in South Korea that wanted to invite him, called "Two Days and One Night." It was the same one that had previously invited Jay Chou and Liu Yifei but was rejected.

Huo Yunting asked what this variety show was about. It basically introduced South Korea's special attractions, food, etc. It is said that it has become very popular in South Korea.

But he was puzzled.

What kind of tourist attractions can there be in a place where the weather forecast can be solved in just one sentence? Special delicacies are even more unfathomable to him. How about one hundred and eight ways to make kimchi?

Zhang Debang immediately refused.

He also had to participate in Spring Festival Gala rehearsals and couldn't get away from it at all.

It took about four or five days for Huo Yunting to finish reading the third part of Yunding Palace.

The first thing I did after reading it was to call Xu Pup.

"What is the ultimate?"

The voice on the other end of the phone quickly said, "I don't know either."

"...Old Xu, if you dig a hole without burying it, readers will send you razor blades."

"Hey, it's okay. When this book is published, I will take a look at readers' feedback and see if there are any suitable comments and copy them."

Huo Yunting was shocked. How could he still play like this?

Damn it, none of these novel writers are good.

Huo Yunting hung up the phone angrily, and Huo Yunting vowed never to read his book again.

This guy is a typical person who digs holes but never buries them. Reading his books can drive you to death.

When she got home in the evening, Liu Yifei had already cooked rice. A plate of fried meat with green peppers and a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes. Although it looked indescribable, it tasted okay.
To be continued...