The Witch

Ten p.m.

In an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Haicheng, a van drove in slowly. A yellow-haired young man and a middle-aged man got out of the car and walked into the factory quickly. After entering the factory, the two continued to walk in for about ten minutes, and came to a closed iron gate.

"It's me, open the door." The middle-aged man stood in front of the iron gate and glanced in the direction of the upper right corner of the iron gate. Immediately, the red light flashed, as if some instrument had been activated, and then there was a beep inside the iron gate, and the middle-aged man then went up and pushed the door and walked in.

Behind the door is a downward staircase. Obviously there is another floor below. The middle-aged man and the yellow-haired young man walked down, and in the basement saw a decadent man with glasses and a stubborn face. He was posing at the same time. I am holding several computers, one of which shows the situation around the factory.

"Third brother, your dinner." The young Huang Mao handed the dinner to the decadent man.

The decadent man seemed to be very hungry. He took the lunch box and gobbled it up. After taking a few mouthfuls, he seemed to regain some energy. Then he said, "Boss, there's another urge over there."

"Is there still time?" The middle-aged man was taken aback when he heard the words, and seemed quite impatient.

"His grandson is sick again, and the doctor said that if he gets sick again, he may not be saved." The decadent male said.

When the middle-aged man heard the words, his face suddenly became more ugly, and he struggled for a moment and said: "The day after tomorrow, first kill the target first, and then find a way to give the target two." Ade, you can confirm the details, especially the target two. , Try to make it look like an illness."

The yellow-haired young man named Ade nodded, sat in front of the computer and called up a file. There was a photo on the file, which was Gongsun Lian. This file has a very comprehensive record of Gongsun Lian's information, especially Gongsun Lian's medical record, which is extremely detailed. At the bottom of the medical record, a line of red and bold notes is the doctor's advice to Gongsun Lian.

【Cannot be stimulated greatly, once the emotional ups and downs are too large, life is in danger at any time. 】

"It's a pity, but ranked fifth." Ade sighed as he looked at Gongsun Lian's photo.

"Why, after monitoring for a few days, I have pity on the jade?" The middle-aged man knows Ade's character very well, and he knows what he is thinking when he hears this.

"It's pretty long." Ade grinned.

"When you finish this and take the money, are you afraid that there will be no pretty girls?" the middle-aged man said disgustingly.

"There are many beautiful girls, but there are not many people who are clean, weak and protective." Adhesive is full of regrets.

Their client needs a healthy heart, and the client happens to be ranked sixth, which means that three more volunteers are needed. They had already been treated by three volunteers, but it was a pity that in the volunteer information they got, one of them was Gongsun Lian himself, so it was equivalent to only two volunteers.

The client has no time to wait for the third volunteer, so only one of the two people ranked fourth and fifth can die. Fourth, because the situation has deteriorated and they have been hospitalized, they have no chance to start, so they can only target Gongsun Lian.

At this time, the decadent man finished his own dinner and suddenly said: "Did you not say during the day that this girl has something to do with Ji Lang? It won't be much."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately remembered the moment Ji Lang suddenly photographed him during the day. It was so abrupt that he always had a bad premonition: "Does the police suspect it?"

"No." The decadent man shook his head, "In the three previous cases, we went through the normal donation process without any problems. The police were skeptical and couldn't find out anything."

"That's fine." The middle-aged man seemed to heaved a sigh of relief. "Book the ticket in advance and we will leave as soon as we finish this."

"Don't avenge the second brother?" Ade was surprised.

The middle-aged man again remembered the look in Jilang’s eyes during the day, and frowned, “That Jilang looks more difficult than me, and his aura is more like a bad guy than me. Don’t move him for now. And when I was monitoring the target today, I would fight him. After meeting each other, if he becomes suspicious, he will probably think of me. So we still avoid the limelight first, and wait until there is a chance to avenge the second child."

The middle-aged man's intuition is very accurate. He has used this intuition to avoid many dangers several times in his life.

"I'll go to sleep for a while." As he said, the middle-aged man turned and went to the sofa behind him, lay down casually, and fell asleep slowly.

Twelve o'clock at night.

Ji Lang turned on the TV in the living room, found a cartoon with a good rating, and clicked it to play, and said to Wawa: "You are obediently watching TV here. Don't enter my room."

The doll nodded obediently.

Ji Lang was relieved, patted the head of the doll, turned back to the room, closed the door, and prepared to dream. The reason why he told the doll not to enter his room was because he was afraid that when he fell asleep for a while, the doll would run over and devour the power of the nightmare, which would interrupt his dreaming.

Ever since he heard the middle-aged man's voice at the gate of Haicheng University, Ji Lang has been guessing who the other party is. Listening to what the other party said, he seemed to have done something to the **** in his mouth.

What does it mean to be folded in his hands?

His life has always been simple, except for work and going home, and he hardly contacts with strangers. Moreover, when others see him, they will automatically avoid him, even if he wants to trouble him, he has no chance. If it is said that the only person who will have friction with him is the Metaphysics Association, but obviously, this middle-aged man is not a member of the Metaphysics Association. So no matter what you think, it is impossible for himself to overlap with this man and the **** in his mouth.

From the resentment in this man's tone, Ji Lang could feel his hatred for himself. But what completely angered him was not the man's hatred for him, but the calculation, the kind of tone that seemed to have found a weakness and a breakthrough when he mentioned the three words for his girlfriend.

He can allow middle-aged men to hate him. There are too many people who hate him, and he doesn't care, but he can't tolerate calculations made by him.

What if Miaomiao is injured? What if Miaomiao is scared? What if she feels that being with herself is dangerous, and suddenly she doesn't want to be with herself?

As long as Ji Lang thought about it this way, his eyes would almost be congested.

So, who are you?

This is the first time that Ji Lang is so eager to invade a stranger's dream.

Passing through the door of the familiar dreamland, Ji Lang easily entered the dreamland of the middle-aged man. This person also happened to be dreaming. The scene in the dream was a wide road. The scene of this road made Ji Lang a little familiar. He looked around for a moment and suddenly remembered that this is Qiyang Road, from Haicheng University. Exit the east gate, turn right and enter the main road.

This person is dreaming about Haicheng University, is he staring at Miaomiao?

Just when Ji Lang thought so, a black car turned right from the direction of Haicheng University. The moment this car appeared, the other cars on the road became blurred instantly, except that it was still high-definition. of. This kind of close-up scene in the movie, let Ji Lang know that this car is the goal of the dream owner's attention.

Ji Lang followed the vision of the owner of the dreamland, and then he saw the second car. The second car, which was not blurred, and still high-definition, drove over. The car was originally driving closely behind the first car. In the middle of the journey, the car suddenly punctured its tires and lost control of the car. It rushed forward and slammed into the first car.

After a loud bang, the first car was squeezed and hit the railing on the side of the road.

Ji Lang assessed the impact strength

, If you wear a seat belt, there should be no deaths.

At this moment, the surrounding blurry scene suddenly became clear again, and a bunch of people rushed over to check the situation. Ji Lang also saw the scene inside the first car clearly at this time. A refined-looking middle-aged man, holding a young girl in the passenger seat hoarsely, shouted in a silent voice: "Ambulance, call for help. My daughter has a heart attack."

Ji Lang glanced at the girl and felt a little familiar. After reminiscing for a moment, he remembered that he had met in Wu Miaomiao's circle of friends. This girl was one of Wu Miaomiao's roommates, and she seemed to be Gongsun Lian.

Is this middle-aged man intending to use the accidental car accident to make Gongsun Lian get sick and die? He and Gongsun Lian have a grudge?

Ji Lang felt a little strange, but didn't think deeply. What he wanted to figure out most was the hatred between the other party and himself.

"Enter the sea of ​​dreams." As Ji Lang's words fell, the middle-aged man's dreams began to be disordered, as if a huge suction was sucking the dreams outside, causing the dreams to be distorted and deformed, and finally reduced and turned into a yellow My dream bubble floats up.

Ji Lang looked at the various dream bubbles in the sea of ​​dreams, and asked: "Why do you know me?"

As the words fell, a gray dream bubble came to the fore and fell in front of Ji Lang. Ji Lang raised his hand and the dream spread out.

In the dream, the middle-aged man was talking loudly to a young man with dyed yellow hair in a villa.

"What did you say?"

"Second brother was arrested?" The young man with yellow hair looked nervous.

"How come? Isn't his line buried for a long time and has been safe?"

"It was the dean of the orphanage who was arrested. After being arrested, the guy kicked the second brother out. The second brother didn't have time to run, so he was killed by the police."

"Didn't it mean that the dean is a great benevolent person in China? Why did something happen suddenly? There were no signs beforehand?"

"It's because of this person." The young Huang Mao took out a computer and opened a website.

Ji Lang took a look and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, because the website page opened by the yellow-haired youth was his novel column.

"Isn't this the novel writer you often read?"

"Yes, that's him. Brother, I told you before that the crime novel written by this writer named Zihe is very exciting, and it can perfectly restore all crime scenes. The very famous case of liver digging in China before, After three people died in a row, the police didn't have a clue. After he reasoned it out, he serialized a novel on the Internet to help the police catch it. This time, he reasoned about the director of the orphanage." Huang Mao Youth 1 The regret on the face, "Blame me, if I didn't go to sea that day, I can see the update as soon as possible, so as to remind the second brother."

She is still a fan of her own book, no wonder she knows herself.

Ji Lang is not surprised that his book fan is a criminal. The books he writes are dark, and there is a mixed network. No one knows what the person behind ID is like.

So this middle-aged man is the head of the organ sales team after the Dean Hong incident? Didn't Huo Mingzhi say that someone had been arrested? Only one second brother was caught in the end? Fortunately, claiming to be a police detective, you are a useless thing.

Ji Lang couldn't help but cursed, and continued to read the dream.

"What are you doing in Haicheng this time?" As the words fell, a light yellow dream bubble floated out and fell in front of Ji Lang.

Ji Lang clicked.

In the dream, middle-aged men seem to be chatting with people over the Internet, and the software they chat with is not any familiar chat tool, but an online game. Two game characters, standing face to face, are chatting. Their nicknames are also very arrogant and blatant. One is called Customer 0199 and the other is called Organ Merchant.

He was really hidden in the city, blatantly naming himself an organ business, for fear that no one would have thought that he really sold organs.

Customer 0199: [Have you promised my heart? Didn't you give it to me this weekend? 】

Organ business: [I'm really sorry, there is a problem with our supply chain, and we are already thinking of a solution. 】

Customer 0199: [Think of a solution, how do you think of a solution? My grandson is in a hurry for a heart, and the doctor said there is only three months left. 】

Organ dealer: [Don’t worry, we will deliver the goods after we collect the money. Give me three days and I will reply to you. 】

The picture changed, and three days later, the game picture was still familiar, and the two continued to chat.

Organ business: [Has your grandson registered for organ transplantation in the hospital? 】

Customer 0199: [If I can wait for the organ transplant, will I come to you to buy it? 】

Organ business: [Please tell me, have you registered? 】

Customer 0199: [Registered, ranked sixth in blood type A, there is almost no hope. So you must find my heart. 】

Organ business: [You wait with peace of mind, I will let your grandson wait for a heart that suits him within three months. 】

Seeing this, Ji Lang suddenly remembered what Huo Mingzhi had said when he came to his office.

Type A blood, ranked sixth, waiting for a suitable heart within three months? Was it because the line of organ sales was cut off by the police, and the man made an idea and hit the volunteers, and then did not know how to get the list of volunteers and arrange the three accidents?

"Did you kill the three organ donation volunteers?" Ji Lang asked.

As soon as the picture turns, the middle-aged man is holding a pile of lists, selecting three people from them, and handing them to Huang Mao and a strange man wearing glasses: "These three people, one of them lives alone and has kidney failure, if it is accidental due to kidney failure There is no doubt about death at home. This, people who like to do extreme sports and extreme sports are prone to accidents. This person rides a bicycle to and from work, and he always goes to work, so he rides very fast during the morning rush hour and is prone to accidents. "

When Ji Lang saw this, his dream suddenly became blurred, and then a sudden force appeared and bounced him out.

Ji Lang rubbed his eyebrows with a gloomy expression. There was only one situation where he would be ejected from the dream state, and that was when the owner of the dream state woke up.

Haven't seen how he wants to deal with himself? Ji Lang sat up tangled. That yellow-haired young man is his own book fan, so he can't be serialized on the Internet as before. Do you really want to tell Huo Mingzhi?

While Ji Lang struggled, the middle-aged man sweating profusely was awakened by the yellow-haired youth.

"Big brother, what's wrong with you? Why do you have nightmares all the time and talk nonsense." The young yellow-haired man poured a glass of water for the middle-aged man.

"What did I say?" the middle-aged man asked with a pale face.

"You talked a lot, intermittently, talking about your second brother, talking about customers, and talking about volunteers." Huang Mao's youth said with a bad expression. "Big brother, in our business, you can't dream of talking nonsense, it's easy to get into trouble."

"Talking nonsense? I never talk nonsense in my dreams." The middle-aged man naturally also knows the seriousness of the matter, and the feeling of anxiety in his heart is getting stronger and stronger. The past few months have been passed through in my head, as if someone asked me in a dream."

"Brother, are you under too much pressure?" the decadent man asked.

The middle-aged man took a sip from the water glass and said with a gloomy expression: "After seeing that Ji Lang today, there is always a bad feeling."

"Big brother, would you like to ask for advice on the Internet?" the decadent man suggested.

"It can only be so."

The middle-aged man sat up, took out his mobile phone, and bought a hexagram on Taobao at a Taobao store called Xincheng Zeling for 10,000 yuan.

This shop was introduced by an intelligence dealer he met on the dark web, who said that this person was very clever. The middle-aged man in the middle of the period didn't believe it. He just thought it was an intelligence dealer who increased the price in disguise, thinking that it was not much for 10,000 yuan, so he bought two gua. As a result, he didn't expect the hexagrams to be extremely precise and accurate, and helped him through several difficulties.

With a sound of "ding", Taobao sent a voice chat prompt, which was a reply message from the shopkeeper's Ghost Gua.

[Donor, what is it? 】Succinctly and concisely, at first glance it is an old customer

[Master, I want to calculate whether my next thing goes well. ] The middle-aged man said.

[Wait for me to start. 】

About five minutes later, the Gui Gua had information.

[Did you meet someone who makes you feel very upset today? 】

The middle-aged man was startled, and hurriedly said: [Yes, I met a person, and I have been very upset after seeing him. 】

[From the perspective of the hexagram, what you are going to do will fail because of this person. 】

The middle-aged man was shocked: [He already knows what I am going to do? 】

[The hexagram shows that someone will do something tomorrow morning and ruin your next plan. I can only count so much. 】

The middle-aged man stared at the last sentence for a long time, the fierceness in his eyes gradually became crazy.

"Brother, or we should withdraw, if Ji Lang really knows about us, he will write a book tomorrow morning." The young Huang Mao said nervously, "We'll leave now, it's still too late."

"If he is really as good as you said, he can infer all things, do you think we can run away? You don't know how good the Interpol is now. I don't want to hide around like a bereaved dog." The middle-aged man's eyes were bloodshot, and he didn't know if it was because he didn't sleep well, or because of the madness in his heart at this time.

"Brother, what are you planning?" The young yellow-haired man and the decadent man looked at the middle-aged man, knowing that he had made a decision in his heart.

"Didn't the master say that he will ruin our plan tomorrow morning? Then let him not speak tomorrow. By the way, we have to avenge the second child." The middle-aged man has a sordid face, and his eyes are desperately fierce.