I have the fairy medicine book

Chapter 267 Broad Romance

As soon as Xu Jing turned around, several fireballs the size of a millstone flew out of the fire field, and smashed into the crowd of onlookers with a destructive aura.

A few men burst into flames with a bang on the spot, and howling pierced the silent sky. An atmosphere of panic spread in the crowd, and everyone scattered like birds and beasts.

Mars drifted away, black mist filled the air, and strong winds whirled.

She was standing closest to the fire scene, turning her head to look at the burning "human sticks" and laughing wantonly.

Her eyes are like a pair of stars, shining brightly under the night.

The fire wave rose, and the building behind her was burned by the fire, as if someone had set up a torch on the ground.

The tragic scene in front of him made Wang Yuchuan's disgusting stomach turn over.

He really couldn't stay any longer, and with a thought, he withdrew from Xu Jing's dream.

Wang Yuchuan opened his eyes suddenly, the crowd chased by the fire seemed to come out of a dream, he could even smell the smell of roasted human flesh.

Vomiting rushed into his throat. He quickly jumped out of bed, staggered into the bathroom, opened the toilet seat, knelt on the ground holding the toilet and vomited.

"Are you okay?" Old Jintou asked from the side.

Wang Yuchuan almost vomited up the sour water in his stomach, and he vomited enough. He sat slumped on the ground, unable to raise his spirits.

Old Jintou handed him a tissue, Wang Yuchuan glared at him, snatched the sanitary napkin from his hand, wiped his mouth a few times, and threw it into the trash can.

"Why does she have such a dream?"

After a moment of silence, Wang Yuchuan raised his head and asked suddenly.

"Although she has grown up and has the ability to move out of that house, her soul has always remained in that extremely depressing and messy house. In her mind, there is always a pair of parents who always ignore her. She was angry, and she had to express that anger, and setting that house on fire was an effective way to express it, and it was romantic."

"Your definition of romance is too broad, isn't it? Can murder and arson be called romance?" Wang Yuchuan raised his eyebrows.

Lao Jintou stretched out his hand to pull him up: "To be honest, that scene reminded me of Chaoge. King Zhou set a fire and went to hell with his Chaoge. At that time, I felt that this man was so cool. , I should have chosen him as my host in the first place."

"You are really a complete pervert." Wang Yuchuan gave an accurate and concise evaluation of this.

The old gold head smiled indifferently.

Wang Yuchuan no longer had the courage to enter her dream, and her dream was full of anger.

Dreams full of anger often have the most accidents. How Zhang Qiankun was tricked to death by him is still vivid in his memory.

In the second half of the night, Wang Yuchuan sat on the head of the bed and watched her quietly.Until the dawn broke, Xu Jing woke up quietly.

"Do you know? I had a dream, and I'm shy to say it. I dreamed of a senior I liked in high school. What's his name? Hey, I'm old, so I can't remember clearly." Xu Jing lay on the bed and looked at him with a smile.

"Really?" Wang Yuchuan continued absent-mindedly, but his thoughts drifted elsewhere.

"Yeah, I dreamed that he was approaching me. It's a bit regretful when I think about it. He didn't look at me until I got married."

Xu Jing was playing with Wang Yuchuan's clothes while talking, and she was immersed in memories. She always had a smile in her eyes when she said these words.

"Didn't you dream about anything else?" Wang Yuchuan asked suddenly.

The expression on Xu Jing's face changed in vain, but soon, her expression returned to normal.

"I don't remember." She said in a relaxed tone.

"Don't you remember?" If you look carefully, you can tell that there is a bit of aggression in his words.

Wang Yuchuan didn't know if she could hear it. After a moment of silence, she raised her head and said in a firm tone, "Yes, I don't remember."

Lin Xiao was forcibly stuffed into a straitjacket. In order to prevent him from committing self-harm again, the warden ordered the prison guards to lock him in a cell alone.

Several prison guards are on duty alternately, never out of sight 24 hours a day.

The warden repeatedly watched the surveillance video of Lin Xiao's self-mutilation in the confinement room. After watching it, he came to a conclusion: he felt it was necessary to hire a professional psychiatrist to evaluate the prisoner's mental state.

Early the next morning, he sent an email to Jingcheng Xianghe Mental Hospital. At three or four in the afternoon, a psychiatrist in his forties drove to the prison.

In the middle of the journey, his car ran out of gas, so he had to park the car on the side of the road first, took out his mobile phone, and checked how far the nearest gas station was from here on the mobile phone map.

Twenty kilometers, don't even think about walking there. When did he have to go? He slammed the steering wheel in frustration, pushed the door and got out of the car, secretly praying for luck and letting him get a ride.

He leaned on the car, looking anxiously at the passing traffic, and from time to time he also checked the time.

It takes about an hour and a half to drive from here to the prison, and another three hours for the psychiatric evaluation.

Even if he refuels now, it will be almost eight o'clock when he gets home.

The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. They were all migrant workers. The most annoying thing about migrant workers was commuting and working overtime. Today, he met all of them.

What is this called.

"Hey, brother, what's wrong with you?" Just then, a Land Rover stopped in front of him.

The owner of the Land Rover lowered the window on the passenger side, leaned over half of his body, and asked boldly.

The psychiatrist could be regarded as seeing the savior, and hurried over to respond: "My car is halfway out of gas, can you drive me to the nearest gas station? I'll go get some gasoline back."

"What's the matter, get in the car." With that said, the owner of the Land Rover opened the door on the side of the passenger side.

The psychiatrist was overjoyed, locked the car, took the car keys, and hurriedly got into the car.

The owner of the Land Rover drove the car very hard, and when the psychiatrist fastened his seat belt, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.

He was driven all the way to the gas station closest to here.

The psychiatrist had never been in such a violent car, and he was stunned. If the owner of the Land Rover hadn't reminded him, he would still be stunned in the car.

"Brother, your driving skills are pretty good." When he got off the ground, he realized that his legs were weak.

The owner of the Land Rover smiled and explained: "I'm in a hurry here, are you going to take a taxi back or are you taking my car?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry. If you have something to do, go ahead and leave me your mobile phone number, so I can treat you to dinner tomorrow."

"Hey, I'll cost you money if it's too big a deal." The Land Rover owner said and started the car: "Brother, I won't tell you, I'm leaving first."

(End of this chapter)