Mystery Makes Me Strong

"Then what should I do?" Yang Xu asked.

"To untie the bell, you need to tie the bell. You take me into that dream again, and I will find a way to observe and see if that strong man is a certain strong man of a different species that I know in reality. If so, I will It’s much easier to handle. But the scariest thing is that you dream of some unknown existence, in that case, I only have 9 words for you.” The investigator continued.

"Which nine words?"

"It can't be cured, let's die, and I'm leaving." After the investigator finished typing, he went offline.

"Bastard!" Yang Xu smashed the keyboard.

Then he hung up and started contacting other mystery agencies.

He didn't know that what he had just done was seen by his father, that elderly man through the monitoring of the villa.

"It turns out that he's not eating, drinking and having fun, but looking for a way out..." the old man muttered to himself, "Unfortunately, this temper spoiled by his grandma found trouble instead."

Thinking of this, he turned on a laptop next to him and quickly operated it. His proficiency was a hundred times better than that of his son Yang Xu.

This is naturally because this Eastern Continent has always been very developed, and the development of computers has been following the trend of the world, so in terms of ability, many of the elderly in their sixties and seventies are top experts in the computer industry.

Not long after, all of Yang Xu's online chat records were pulled out.

Then he thought about it, and then made a call.

"Is that Mr. Xu? I heard that your family has a lot of connections with aliens."

A young but very calm voice sounded from the opposite side: "Well, is Boss Yang also interested in this aspect?"

"Hey, it's getting more and more dangerous these days, so plan ahead." The old man said.

"Prepare for a rainy day, that's the right thing to do. Boss Yang called, maybe there's something wrong?"

"Sure enough, it's Mr. Xu, a young talent, and he guessed it right. It's like this, my son is stubborn, and something strange happened." Boss Yang said, basically explaining the process of Yang Xu's death.

"It's true, your son, it's really lucky." The other side held back for a long time before choking out such a sentence.

"Well, some people said he was lucky before, but now he seems to have symptoms of insomnia." Boss Yang continued.

"I can recommend a mystery investigation company to you. They are very powerful. Of course, the asking price was very high before, and it is probably even higher now. But it is best to observe for two days first. If you still have insomnia for two consecutive days, go to the company again. Consult there, after all, it’s not the same now as before.” Said the other side.

"Then thank you very much Mr. Xu, by the way, do you have time to come out for a meal?" Boss Yang thanked him.

Channels are important at all times.

"It's just a little effort, Boss Yang, you're welcome."

Then the two hung up the phone. Not long after, a new email appeared in Boss Yang's private mailbox.

Sky Club.

Only five words.

Boss Yang thought for a while, and seemed to have heard of this name before, and heard that it could solve many difficult problems.

Give it a try.

Just like what Mr. Xu said just now, it is not the same as before, and we should be more polite to these mysterious companies.

…………

Tianxing Club, Wen Rensheng's office.

Team leader Hu of the project department, who was rehired, sent a newly received project to him through the company's online office platform.

After he saw it, his face was a little weird. That project was a person who entered a weird dream. After doing it for a while, he started to suffer from insomnia. For the time being, he didn't know what consequences would follow.

With a glance, he understood, isn't this the scene in his dream yesterday?

Those people really existed, and they really were a group of Dongzhou people.

He knew the ins and outs of the whole thing, but it was him in a dream, not him in reality.

The self in the dream is the real subconscious mind.

The conscious mind knows very little about the subconscious mind. For example, the subconscious mind governs nervous activity and assists the conscious mind to control the body.

When a person is dreaming, the conscious mind is asleep, and the subconscious mind is floating up. People cannot control themselves in the dream, unless it is a lucid dream.

But active and long-term lucid dreaming is very harmful.

It is also impossible for Wen Rensheng to fully understand and control his own subconscious mind, just like the two tiger lights, he does not understand the mechanism and principle of their effects, he just feels very shocked and has a feeling that he cannot escape.

But that is still his subconscious after all. The ability to mobilize the other party is still based on his skills and aliens, and his acting style and behavior patterns are still based on his personality habits.

Therefore, he can still estimate the approximate effect.

It's not enough to kill people, but that guy is very aggressive and doesn't know how to be in awe, so he must suffer a little bit.

Of course, in the thinking of that puppet figure, disrespect to God is the greatest sin.

Insomnia is just the simplest negative effect, and there may be inability to speak, paralysis in bed and so on.

So he replied to Team Leader Hu with his handling opinion:

"Ouch, this brain needs to be opened."

Then he just ignored it, it's only strange, how could he deal with himself?

Besides, there will be no serious consequences. This person sometimes has to accept a complete lesson. Otherwise, everything can be settled by the family. Sooner or later, there will be things that cannot be settled, and that will be a catastrophe. .

He is such a soul mentor who tirelessly teaches and guides people to be good.

…………

Boss Yang quickly saw the nine-character mantra replied by the Tianxing Club, opened it? What does it mean?

He was very displeased. Since it is a company, is there such a thing as teasing a client?

It seems that what Mr. Xu said is right, now the big shop is bullying customers.

Still, he didn't believe that there was no other mysterious institution that could solve his son's problem.

So he quickly contacted several agencies.

Finally, someone agreed, because after all, he gave too much money.

The other party's way of dealing with it is to find that old Xia and dream again. Since the other party has to work as a coolie for more than a month, he must still be able to dream.

Night fell quickly.

In a small villa in a provincial capital somewhere in the south of the Yangtze River, it was the home of Lao Xia who entered Wenren Sheng's dream.

From this, it can be seen how much wealth the dream item brought him.

The tired Lao Xia, the even more sleepy Yang Xu, and the three people who fell asleep yesterday were all sitting in the living room.

In the living room, there are two men in their twenties, both newcomer xenogeneic investigators, whose strength has reached the level of xenogeneic experts, but their merits are not enough, and they have not yet been formally evaluated.

"When will it start?" Investigator A said to Investigator B.

Yep, they just let other people call them "Investigators A and B."

"Let's start at 11 o'clock. If it's too early, that person has not gone to sleep." Investigator B replied.

At this time, Lao Xia was arranging the dream ceremony.

A pot of mimosa, a pot of evening primrose, a pot of cactus, a pot of agave, a pot of sunflowers.

Five pots of flowers and plants are placed in five places in the living room in the form of a five-pointed star.

Then in their central position, light an altar of sandalwood.

Then he quietly pressed a jade pendant hidden under the clothes on his chest, and saw a trace of water mist on the five pots of flowers and plants.

There are more and more water mist, mixed with aroma, making people drowsy.

Investigator A looked at him and asked curiously, "It's interesting, Brother Xia, do you have any special words for these five pots of flowers and plants?"

"It's nothing, use whatever you have at home." Lao Xia said seriously.

He didn't lie, but he deliberately ignored the details - only flowers and plants that have been raped for a long time and slept with people for more than three years can be used as materials for the ceremony.

"Oh, how did you choose the dream object?" Investigator A asked again.

"Well, just follow the fate, whoever you meet will be whoever you meet." Lao Xia ignored the details again - it is true that you meet with the fate, but Yupei will tell him whether it is dangerous or not, and he can control whether to enter or not.

In fact, he really didn't want to bring Yang Xu, a blasphemer, into his dream again, but he couldn't refuse if he could run away as a monk but not in the temple.