Chapter 197 Jumping Rope with a Spiky Whip
Zhang Mo: "......"
Zhang Mo cleared her throat: "Ahem, excuse me, officers, are you listening?"
The police officer's slightly helpless voice came through: "...I'm listening, please speak."
Zhang Mo said with great certainty, "I strongly suspect that the current situation is that the suspect is trying to evade legal responsibility by feigning insanity. What do you think?"
Police officer: "......"
Actually, that's what they think too.
Seeing that they all thought he was crazy, Mr. Yu immediately burst into an even more miserable cry: "I beg you, please believe me, I'm really not crazy! I've been living a life worse than death these past two days, I haven't had a full night's sleep at all!"
"As soon as I close my eyes, I fall into a forest where I can't see my hand in front of my face. The trees around me are like monsters that have come to life, with branches flailing wildly and baring their fangs and claws. I feel like they're going to tear me to pieces any second now."
I was tightly bound to an old tree with incredibly thick ropes. The ropes cut deep into my wrists and ankles, chafing the skin raw, and blood streamed down my arms and legs. The pain was so intense that I broke out in a cold sweat and trembled uncontrollably.
As Mr. Yu sobbed and gasped for breath, his rapid breathing carried clearly through the phone to Zhang Mo's ears, as if he were standing right beside her, enduring torture: "Then, then, you and Yan Shuyi appeared, waah, waah, holding barbed whips, and 'whoosh!' lashed out!!!"
At this point, Mr. Yu's voice rose, and he screamed with a sob in his voice: "You not only hit me, but you also abused me!"
The most outrageous thing is! You two tied two whips together and shook them from side to side! Forcing me to jump rope!!!
If I make a mistake in my jump, they start strangling me! They strangle me again and again, and then laugh at my fragile neck!
You two beasts! You're not even human!!! Waaaaaah!!!
Zhang Mo: "......"
Police officer: "......"
Well, this nightmare is quite creative.
The bizarre and absurd image flashed through Zhang Mo's mind. She took a deep breath, trying hard to suppress her barely contained laughter: "...So you mean, I'm the one who caused your nightmares? Officer, can I sue him for defamation?"
Police officer: "...I think we should end this call here today. Thank you for your cooperation."
Zhang Mo suggested earnestly, "I think we should check if this Director Yu has a history of group sex or BDSM. He seems very experienced."
The police officer sighed, "Okay, we've got it."
If they had known the content would be this outrageous, they shouldn't have agreed to let him make that call in the first place.
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Yu cried even harder, shouting in a sob, "No, no, no, no, what I said is true!! Mr. Zhang, I know I was terribly wrong, please be magnanimous and let me go. Please, please stop those nightmares from haunting me, I'm really being tormented to the point of madness, if this continues, I'm sure I'll break down!"
So Zhang Mo finally softened her tone, a faint, mischievous smile on her face, and said in a very gentle voice, "Mr. Yu, we're in the same industry after all, and I can't bear to see you end up like this. If you really want to repent, then confess everything clearly and try to get leniency. The law won't let you off just because you're pretending to be crazy. Officer, am I right?"
Police officer: "That's right."
With another piercing scream from President Yu, Zhang Mo quickly hung up the phone and then burst out laughing, the sound echoing in the quiet room late at night.
Jiu Xuan slowly poked her head out from the top bunk of the bunk bed, her long, black hair cascading down like a waterfall. She said coquettishly, "Oh dear, so this makes you this happy? You should have said so earlier! If you had, I would have gone to find Meng Yuan long ago."
“Meng Yuan,” Zhang Mo repeated the name, “the owner of Dream Catcher Studio? What kind of demon is she?”
Jiu Xuan uttered two words: "Boqi".
Zhang Mo looked down and searched on her phone.
Boqi: A mythical creature in ancient Chinese mythology, known as the "Dream Eater." It is a divine bird that can devour nightmares. It resembles a crane, with pure white feathers and an elegant posture.
According to some accounts, Birch possessed the magical ability to enter people's dreams and devour those terrible nightmares, allowing people to sleep peacefully and free from the disturbance of nightmares.
The earliest legend can be traced back to the Western Zhou Dynasty. According to records such as the Book of the Later Han and Qin Cao, Bo Qi was originally the eldest son of Yin Jifu, an important minister of King Xuan of Zhou. He was wrongly killed by his father due to the framing of his stepmother. After his death, his spirit transformed into a shrike (or, according to another account, directly into a dream-eating beast). His injustice moved the Heavenly Emperor, who granted him the ability to devour nightmares, making him a spirit beast that protects the living and the dead.
Zhang Mo muttered, "Devouring nightmares? Today's situation doesn't seem like devouring. It's more like creating them."
Jiu Xuan said lazily, "Well, isn't that normal? If you swallow more, you can naturally create more yourself. We can't live off our past achievements forever. You humans can evolve, and so can we."
Zhang Mo: "Ah...that makes sense."
Survival of the fittest.
Tsk tsk tsk, the theory of evolution is truly undeniable.
Jiu Xuan continued, "Meng Yuan is a bit withdrawn and doesn't like to talk. She just likes to draw."
Her drawing skills are truly exceptional, and if she so desires, her paintings can transform into human dreams.
Zhang Mo: "That's amazing?"
So, Mr. Yu's nightmare was actually a painting meticulously created by Meng Yuan?
This kind of psychological attack is truly impressive!
Jiuxuan: "She not only likes to paint, but also likes to teach talented children to paint, so she borrowed money a few years ago to open an art studio."
However, because she seemed to be too picky about talent, like picking gold out of sand, she didn't recruit many students from beginning to end.
During that time, she did consider earning some money through live streaming to pay her rent, but each painting took her several hours to complete, and she didn't interact with the audience. Her live streams were deserted; nobody watched. Eventually, she gave up live streaming.
Zhang Mo pondered for a moment: "I do have an idea..."
As they were talking, Jiu Xuan suddenly shushed her and whispered, "Your Dean Zhang is here for rounds! I heard footsteps!"
"Ahhh, go to sleep, go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow." Zhang Mo quickly covered her head with the blanket, pretending to be asleep, and was very glad that she hadn't turned on the light.
Jiu Xuan pulled her head back, lay on the top bunk, and laughed to herself. It was only at times like this that Zhang Mo acted like a little kid. She was just too cute!
Outside the door, Dean Zhang, wearing a coat, checked through the crack in the door to make sure that all the lights in each room were off and there were no unusual noises before returning to his own room with satisfaction.
Today, I hope all her children have a good dream.
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