There are really many scenes that can be switched in the blink of an eye, but now for Yang Song, it is also a good thing to be able to replace the tragedy in front of him with an unfamiliar room, not to mention that there is a person lying in this room who is replaced by an ordinary home.
Pretending to be a beautiful secretary.
Having just woken up from his dream, Yang Song was still not used to such a peaceful scene. He just stared blankly at Xiaorou lying on the corner of the bed at his feet, snoring slightly. She seemed very tired, even if she woke up
Even the shouting didn't wake her up.
This room is very large. It is not something you can find in an ordinary small building. Not to mention that you can see through the floor-to-ceiling windows that this room belongs to the first floor. It seems to be a villa. The person responsible for monitoring Yang Song moved very quickly.
When Yang Song walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to enjoy the scenery, he pushed the door in and surrounded Yang Song nervously.
The clothes of these people were very familiar to Yang Song. Apart from soldiers, they were also doctors. He smiled and said, "Where is Mr. Zheng?"
Xiaorou woke up leisurely at this time. When she saw that Yang Song had woken up and was unharmed, she screamed and rushed over to hug Yang Song and said: "You finally woke up! Great! Great!"
Pushing away the overly excited Xiaorou with some embarrassment, Yang Song said: "Where is Mr. Zheng? Where is he?"
Only then did Xiaorou realize that something was wrong with her behavior, but she didn't pay much attention to it. She said happily: "You fell asleep on the plane before, and you fell asleep right now. You couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed. It scared me to death.
Mr. Zheng is negotiating outside right now. We stopped here temporarily because he is too worried about your safety."
Only then did Yang Song realize that because he fell asleep, the plane did not fly all the way to Beijing, but found a place to stop midway. Thinking of this, Mr. Zheng was still very cautious and asked quickly: "Then where is this place?
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"This is the military hospital." Xiaorou pointed to the curious doctors and soldiers.
After saying hello to those people, Yang Song couldn't help but whisper: "Do they know about me?"
"I don't know, don't worry, your current identity is Mr. Zheng's grandson." Xiao Judao.
Yang Song laughed dryly, why did he become a grandson when he woke up? But where is Mr. Zheng's status after all, I really can't tell who took advantage. There is nothing to lose by recognizing himself as a grandson, but why call him grandpa?
Did everyone call him grandpa?
Thinking about it, Yang Song sat on the bed and asked Xiao Ju: "Did anything strange happen before?"
Xiaorou shook her head quickly and said: "No, no, if so, I wouldn't be so happy. I was really scared to death. Mr. Zheng told me not to let you fall asleep. Who knows you still fell asleep? What if
There is something wrong in the dream, don't you blame me for not taking a good look at you?" Thinking of this, Xiaorou was still scared.
Looking at Xiaorou's appearance, Yang Song really couldn't bear to tell her that not only had he had troubles in his dream, but he had also died more than once. If he hadn't been resurrected with full health for some unknown reason, he would have just died.
The moment he fell from the sky onto the ball, the whole world would be completely wiped out!
Speaking of dreams, Yang Song was very confused. This time's dream was completely different from before. After he finished the dream, he actually remembered it clearly. He even didn't forget every detail in the dream. This was completely unheard of before.
Yes, it’s just a dream. Most of the time I get up, brush my teeth, wash my face and then forget about it.
"Maybe it's too real...or maybe the things inside." Yang Song said to himself.
Xiaorou heard Yang Song muttering something and couldn't help but curiously asked: "What's wrong?"
Seeing Xiaorou asking, Yang Song shook his head repeatedly and said, "Then when will we leave here?"
"Why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you continue to sleep for a while?" Xiaorou rolled her eyes at Yang Song and ran to the side to call Mr. Zheng.
"Mr. Zheng has come over. Something happened before, and Mr. Zheng is a little anxious." Xiaorou said to Yang Song.
Yang Song asked curiously: "What is so anxious about?" Curiousness was about what could make Mr. Zheng more worried than himself.
"I don't know, but Mr. Zheng wants you to stay here and wait for him and not do other things." Xiaorou shrugged and said with a smile.
I don't have any objections to this Yang Song. He just experienced a bloody storm. Yang Song's nerves have been tense to the point that they can no longer be tense. He suddenly relaxed and his whole body went limp. He just wanted to squeeze into a comfortable sofa.
Lying on it.
Xiaorou made a cup of tea and handed it to Yang Song. Yang Song quickly took a sip and said with a smile: "Although I don't like tea, it still quenches my thirst."
Holding her chin, Xiaorou asked: "Did you dream before?"
Yang Song was stunned and said: "Uh, yes, what's wrong?"
Little Judo: "No, I'm just curious. The last time you had a dream about your need to urinate, it hurt everyone who urinated too. Why didn't we react at all to this dream?"
Yang Song himself didn't know how to explain these outrageous things to Xiaorou, so he could only keep his mouth shut and not speak.
Lao Zheng came in a hurry, and his neat coat was wrinkled from running too anxiously. As soon as he opened the door, he stared at Yang Song and said, "Did you do anything in your dream?"
Yang Song stood up innocently and said: "I didn't do anything, I just fell asleep and had a dream."
Lao Zheng approached Yang Song step by step. Yang Song caught a glimpse of the old man holding a roll of something in his hand and wondered what happened that they thought was related to me.
"What dream did you have?" Lao Zheng was already very close to Yang Song. He waved away a group of soldiers following him, and asked Xiaorou to sit aside and record, and asked Yang Song.
Yang Song calmed down and said, "I dreamed about Gao Zheng..."
Before he finished speaking, Lao Zheng lowered his head in pain and said, "It really has something to do with you!"
Yang Song was stunned. Does his dream have anything to do with Gao Zheng?
Lao Zheng took a deep breath, took out what he had in his hand, which were a few photos, and handed them to Yang Song. He didn't say anything and stood aside smoking a cigarette.
Yang Song quickly spread out the photo, and the photo in his hand slipped down. He just glanced at it and saw a scene that he definitely didn't want to see. It was almost exactly the same as the scene in his dream before. The same thing.
Wounds, same way of death, same hanging head.
"What's going on?" Yang Song felt dizzy as soon as he said the words. He quickly leaned on the chair and looked at Mr. Zheng with his mouth open, hoping that he could give him an answer.
Lao Zheng closed his eyes to gather his words and said: "According to your suggestion, we monitored Gao Zheng and Gao Jinjun and placed them in a military compound. Both father and son are normal. According to Gao
Jin Jun said that Gao Zheng felt very sleepy as soon as he entered the room and wanted to sleep. But in the middle of his sleep, various wounds suddenly appeared on his body out of thin air. There were no signs of wounds at all, and eventually his neck was broken.
He bleeds to death."
Yang Song's eyes were full of fear at this moment. How he hoped that this was also a dream, but he knew that he had really woken up and was completely awake. There was no darkness or fog in the outside world. At a glance, he could see the sky and
The earth and the various creatures and buildings on the ground are the most real world. Because of this, the photos he saw and the information he got are the most real information.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" Lao Zheng looked at Yang Song with eyes that were no longer enthusiastic, but filled with disgust and fear from the bottom of his heart.
Yang Song suddenly raised his head and said, "Gao Zheng shouldn't have died. He died to protect me."
"Really...Xiao Yang, how do you explain that Gao Zheng, who is thousands of miles away, died to protect you?" Lao Zheng's words were full of sarcasm.
Yang Song defended: "I was dreaming! Everyone in the dream wanted to kill me, except Gao Zheng. He helped me return to reality, otherwise I would have been killed by those people!"
Lao Zheng blinked his dry eyes. He was skeptical of Yang Song's words. Almost everyone was unknown about what happened to Yang Song. The only person who really knew all this was Yang Song himself. As long as he
If he wants to lie, he can tell it happily and perfectly, and even few people dare to really question his words, because he has the lives of people all over the world on his shoulders.
"Gao Jinjun is crazy. Anyone who sees his son die so tragically in front of him and is helpless will go crazy. The only thing he wants to do is to kill you." Old Zheng said expressionlessly.
Yang Song stopped his defensive voice, leaned weakly on the sofa, and said, "What next?"
"He said that it was your revenge that came. You are the only one in the world who has this terrible ability, and only you can have such hatred for Gao Zheng. Apart from you, he can't think of anyone who wants to kill him so much.
Son, haha, a crazy person can actually say such sensible things, I'm afraid he also knows that if he really wants to kill you, you will be killed by everyone together, and he must say something after his son is dead.
What, in the end he can only go crazy." Lao Zheng laughed at himself. Obviously, this everyone included himself.
"Looking at your appearance, it's useless for me to defend myself. But as long as you know, I didn't do anything in the dream. In fact, I couldn't do anything in the dream at all, because no matter who was there, the first person who saw me was
Time wants to kill me." Yang Song said with a bitter smile.
Lao Zheng stared at Yang Song and said: "I am only responsible for transporting you to the capital. During this period, I only ask you one thing. I hope you will not cause trouble again."
After finishing speaking, Lao Zheng was afraid of staying by Yang Song's side for too long, so he called Xiao Rou and left the room in a hurry, leaving only two soldiers in the room. They were not so much protecting Yang Song as monitoring Yang Song.
Xiaorou looked back at the depressed Yang Song with some worry, and said to Old Zheng: "Old Zheng, what should I do about this matter?"
"Yang Song's ability is beyond our imagination. If he can really kill people in his dreams... then his value to the country has exceeded the negative consequences he may cause." Lao Zheng analyzed expressionlessly.
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"Mr. Zheng..." Seeing Mr. Zheng's rational appearance, Xiaorou felt strange for no reason. Every politician is like this. Once the national interests and the country's future are involved, they will turn into this extremely indifferent appearance. She
I am really afraid of Mr. Zheng like this, but I have to admit that if the country did not have these absolutely rational people, it would never develop into what it is now.
"Let's set out immediately. We have to figure out the secret of Yang Song in the shortest possible time." Lao Zheng took out his cell phone, suddenly paused, hesitated, and continued to make the call.
Xiaorou couldn't hear Mr. Zheng's voice in the distance and could only stand in the crowd with her notebook in her arms. She was very worried about the young man named Yang Song.