People are weird, my girlfriend burned 100 million yuan for me

Chapter 1 Doctor, I'm Really Not Sick
"Doctor, do you think it is possible that I am really dead?"

"I've been having the same dream all this time.

“In my dream I saw a woman standing in front of my grave.

While calling my name, they burned paper for me.

"I also said that I was poor and white when I was alive, and now I must enjoy it more when I am dead."

"Doctor, is there really nothing wrong with me? Or have I gotten into something dirty?"

Municipal First Hospital, Neurology Clinic.

In the consulting room, Song Zhong, who looked nervous, said to the doctor.

He shuddered at the thought of his dream.

I felt a burst of cold air behind my back, as if there was something unclean.

Once or twice is fine.

If you have the same dream for more than ten days in a row, who wouldn't be suspicious of it?
"It should be because of too much pressure, the young man is so young, don't always be suspicious.

"What era is it now, why are you still so feudal and superstitious?"

"There is nothing wrong with your examination, I will prescribe two boxes of Anshen Bunao Liquid for you to go back and drink.

“Whenever you have nothing to do, drink more hot water.

The doctor didn't even look at Song Zhong. He looked at the checklist in his hand and prescribed a prescription.

"No, doctor
Song Mo still wanted to talk about his own situation, but the doctor waved his hand away impatiently.

"No. 52, come in
Holding the medicine prescribed by the doctor in his hand, Song Mo hesitated to speak, and finally walked out of the hospital helplessly.

This is not the first time he has seen a doctor.

He has been to several major hospitals in the city.

Even the mental hospital made appointments with experts, but they all said they were fine.

But he knew that this matter was too mysterious.

Not just dreaming.

Because when he woke up this morning, he found a bouquet of white chrysanthemums beside his bed.

It was exactly the same as the woman in the dream.

There was an extra bouquet of chrysanthemums out of nowhere, how could he not think about it?
But the doctor also said that there was nothing wrong with his examination, so he could only go back with the medicine.

On the way home, Wei Mo picked up a courier package.

It contained the monitoring he ordered on his mobile phone this morning.

Song finally wanted to see what was going on during this period.

After returning home, Song finally worked hard for a long time before installing the surveillance system.

Connect your mobile phone and watch your bed in the surveillance video.

He felt a little relieved.

Throwing himself on the bed, he comforted himself while lying under the quilt.

The white chrysanthemum may be someone else's prank.

There have been several theft incidents recently in their community, which is not very peaceful.

Think about it.

After glancing at the Anshen Bunao liquid prescribed by the doctor, Song Mo hesitated slightly, and poured down three bottles with his head raised.

Throwing the box next to the bed, he closed his eyes in a daze.

Half asleep and half awake, Wei ended up seeing a familiar scene again.

But this time the dream was clearer than the previous two days.

In front of his tombstone, squatting a woman with clear eyebrows.

Bundles of paper money were thrown into the fire by her.

"I'm here to see you Brother Song, you take the money first.

"Don't worry, I'll come see you whenever I have time.

"If you lack something down there, Tommy told me,
Burn it all for you.

While burning the paper, the woman swept the unfinished tombstone.

However, Song Zhong did not pay attention to these details.

Wei Wei was dazed, the tombstone in his eyes turned into the ceiling of his own house at some point.

Song Zhong, who was lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely all over his body.

Especially the pretty and sassy face of the woman was deeply imprinted in his mind.

He could even clearly feel the sadness in his eyes.

Song finally calmed down and wanted to get up to get a glass of water.

The moment he stood up.

Suddenly the pupils shrank sharply.

money! !

Bundles of real money!
A pile of red bills next to his bed!
Song Zhong has never seen so much money in his life!
"..How can it be?"

"It's just a dream, why is there so much money? Could it be that woman really burned it for me?
Song Zhong's hands were shaking a little, and he couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.

The bouquet of chrysanthemums before could be said to be someone else's prank.

But who would take so much money and do such boring things?
thought here.

He hastily turned on his cell phone.

The surveillance video I just bought should have recorded what happened while sleeping.

How did the money come from? The answer will soon be revealed!
With trembling fingers, he adjusted the video to before he went to sleep, and clicked the "fast forward" button
When the surveillance image on the screen fast-forwarded to the third hour, the surveillance screen suddenly went black.

Then comes back on after + seconds.

After the screen reappears.

The previously empty bedside was suddenly filled with bundles of red banknotes!
"Is everything in the dream real? I'm dead now?"

“And what are my neighbors in my life and people on the road? Dead people?”

"Is this hell, or the world?
Song Mo's mind went blank, he felt extremely cold all over, and he muttered to himself subconsciously.

The money appeared out of thin air without a trace!
But it fit perfectly with that dream.

Let his original self-comfort lose any effect.

Let him constantly doubt himself, and even the authenticity of the entire world.

“If I really die, it proves that the woman in the dream was right.

"When you're alive, you're ashamed, why are you cringing when you're dead?!
"I'm the one who turned into a ghost. What am I afraid of?"

go fuck!
It doesn't matter if you are dead or not, and it doesn't matter where the money comes from!
He is alone, and he enjoys it when he should enjoy it!
Think of this.

Song Zhong couldn't help but reach for the banknotes on the bedside.

Touch + very silky banknotes, but also exudes a hint of ink fragrance.

He dug out a snakeskin pocket.

He stuffed large bundles of red bills into the bag.

Carrying a snakeskin bag, Song finally went out and took a taxi.

"Master, Lotus Bank!"

"Okay, young man, fasten your seat belt in the back row, the traffic police have been strict with you recently.

Song finally decided to deposit the money in the bank first, as it was too unsafe to keep it at home.

Along the way, Song finally looked at the Lotus Bank that was getting closer.

The look of anticipation in the eyes!
As long as the money is real, what will happen to my life and death?!
"Crack-"

The driver, who had applied the handbrake, turned back and looked at Song Zhong with a smile.

"keep the change."

Song Mo took out a [-]-yuan red ticket and opened the car door proudly.

Didn't even notice inside the taxi.

Smiling all the time looking at the driver in the back seat, his head turned following Song Zhong's figure.

Turned 360 degrees.

There were traces of bruises oozing out from between his neck.

"Boss gets rich, smooth sailing."
His eyes have been attracted by the magnificent Lotus Bank in front of him!
(End of this chapter)