Wednesday, August 23rd.
It was the tenth day of the summer vacation.
In the morning, Odd Zhuo finally woke up from his drunken stupor. He touched his lower body. Hm … it was soft and meaty.
He had dreamed of Wang Ling just now, and had even pinched his shifu's face. Shifu usually had a poker face and didn't even smile, but in his dream last night, Odd Zhuo had dreamt that shifu had smiled and had actually said a lot of encouraging words to him.
For a moment, Odd Zhuo couldn't help pinching his dear shifu's little face (he had wanted to do this for a long time, but had never had the guts to try it).
As expected, it was better to dream! Everything was possible in dreams!
Thus, as he pinched, Odd Zhuo woke up. That soft and meaty feeling was a little hard to forget. Shifu's face clearly looked very thin, but why did it feel so good to pinch?
Odd Zhuo couldn't help pinching the meaty thing below him a few more times.
Then, he suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the feeling; this flesh was clearly a lot older than in his dream.
When Odd Zhuo opened his sleepy eyes, he saw a fatty lying under him. The fatty's forehead had been hit hard and the floor was covered in blood, and he was unconscious.
And just now, he had actually been pinching the fatty's butt for a long time …
Odd Zhuo: "…"
Looking at the time, Odd Zhuo realized that he was late for work again.
Sure enough, he couldn't drink too much leather wine; it was bad for his body. Even now, he was still a little groggy.
Odd Zhuo flipped through his phone and saw that there were several missed calls. They were all from Zhong Lang, who was worried that something had happened to Odd Zhuo. In the end, he had even sent a text message saying that he was going to come to the apartment to take a look.
Odd Zhuo hurriedly called back. "Little Zhong, I'm fine! It's just that I stayed up too late last night and couldn't get up. "
Hearing that Odd Zhuo had recovered, Zhong Lang breathed a sigh of relief. "It's good that Brother Zhuo is fine. Don't stay up so late! By the way, did you play games all night yesterday? "
"Games …"
Odd Zhuo stared at the fatty's round butt. "That's right! I played Overwatch all night last night. "
After hanging up, Odd Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He was well aware that he couldn't alert the enemy yet.
The problem was how to deal with this fatty.
This fatty had fainted in his apartment, and it was obvious that he was up to no good. He actually came to his house while he was drunk, and he even had a pair of suspicious scissors in his hand. Who knew what he was going to do to him …
Odd Zhuo subconsciously covered his crotch. These days, there was no shortage of news of people having their dick cut off in their sleep.
It was just that Odd Zhuo couldn't understand why this fatty, a total stranger to him, would be so ruthless to him.
No matter what, he had to first find someone to detain this fatty and interrogate him!
As one of the Office of Strategic Deception's key leaders, his home had actually been invaded – this was actually quite a serious matter.
The first thing he did was call Fang Xing.
Fang Xing was the leader of the goon squad, and the Office of Strategic Deception's interrogations were handed over to him. Furthermore, the Office of Strategic Deception's goon squad was now connected to Warden Liang of Songhai First Prison. In other words … the goon squad's interrogations were legal!
"Okay, Brother Zhuo, I'm coming." On the other end of the line, Fang Xing's voice was still as sunny as ever, like the spring breeze and rain that moistened one's parched lungs.
Odd Zhuo nodded. "Mm, I've got him under control. I'll be waiting for you."
Odd Zhuo had already confiscated the scissors and cloak Kong Ruye had used to commit the crime. Furthermore, to be on the safe side, Odd Zhuo had obediently tied Kong Ruye up with an "Immortal Binding Lock."
Odd Zhuo had won this Immortal Binding Lock when Songhai First Prison's Mahjong Squad had gambled on it.
The last time Odd Zhuo had visited the prison, the Mahjong Squad had been worried that they were short of one player, so Odd Zhuo had personally played. Warden Liang hadn't believed that Odd Zhuo would win, so he had used an "Immortal Binding Lock" as a bet.
After that, this Immortal Binding Lock had been Odd Zhuo's …
It couldn't be helped; when it came to it, Odd Zhuo was a human koi fish; his luck was just that good.
Hands on his hips, Odd Zhuo smiled in satisfaction. He then opened the curtains in the living room to let in the sunlight.
Odd Zhuo recalled that beautiful dream from last night.
Unfortunately, when would he be able to pinch his shifu's face in real life …
…
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Elsewhere, in the Wang family's small villa …
Wang Ling also gradually opened his eyes.
He had had a very strange dream; he had actually dreamed of Odd Zhuo.
But it wasn't a "prophetic dream," but a "real dream of the mind." The real dream of the mind was used to maintain order. In many cases, it was a small Heavenly Dao spell that Wang Ling had unconsciously activated. Usually, this spell would only work on the people around him whom he thought were important.
Its main function was to adjust one's state of mind.
In any case, one's state of mind was a very important factor that could affect a person's work, studies and so on.
If one's state of mind couldn't be adjusted, it would most likely turn into depression. Nowadays, many celebrities had died bearing this kind of psychological pressure. They were usually regarded as "pretentious" and "fake."
When these people needed care the most, they silently endured all kinds of violence and buried their pain in their hearts.
Thus, in this situation, companionship was a very important factor.
But the "real dream of the mind" had a very big drawback, and that was that Wang Ling didn't know what he would do in the dream, including what had happened; after the dream, he would completely forget everything.
The real dream of the mind was a spell that could help teammates adjust their state of mind and treat depression. In the dream, Wang Ling mostly reflected what the master of the dream wanted him to look like. He would appear in the dream in the form that the master of the dream wanted him to be, and help the master of the dream recover his state of mind.
As for last night's dream …
Wang Ling didn't remember it at all.
If it was a prophetic dream or an ordinary dream, Wang Ling would definitely remember it 100%. It was only in the case of the "real dream of the mind" that he would forget the dream.
Dog Two had been lying on the ground the whole time and wagging its tail. It looked at its Little Master Ling with a strange expression in its eyes.
For some reason, it felt that Little Master Ling's cheeks were very, very red … as if someone had pinched them.
Buttface couldn't help but sigh at this scene.
It could be assumed that Little Master Ling was also at this age, when he was full of vigor and vigor. Although this guy usually didn't speak or even smile, as his closest pet, Dog Two had already figured out his little master's temper like the back of its hand.
Therefore, it guessed that its little master must have had a sultry dream last night …
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