Wang Pu didn't wait too long, and the bald director called the next day to meet Wang Pu, and his voice seemed extremely flustered and frightened.

Through the mobile phone, Wang Pu could hear the sound of the bald director's teeth chattering up and down.

"Really! It's true! I dreamed again, she wanted to kill me, she was going to kill me! The bald director shouted at Wang Pu with an excited expression, his face full of horror.

It seems that it is safer to have more people, and this time the bald director directly invited Wang Pu to meet at the bar in Qingshi.

She? Or is he, it?

Wang Pu frowned, looked at the bald director, thoughtful.

It seems that what the bald director said to him last time hid a lot of things, and his nightmare was definitely not as simple as being chased by a car.

"I ...... What am I going to do? ”

The bald director looked at Wang Pu like grasping a straw for his life, his face was frightened, and he couldn't sit still, not knowing that he had just said something.

After he separated from Wang Pu, he immediately went to investigate the matter of the owner of the 501st floor.

Investigate deeply, he can't do it, but it's still easy to investigate the death and death of the owner of the 501st floor, after all, it's not a secret.

There was a murder in Qingshi, and the Internet forum was also boiling, everyone was guessing who the murderer was, and even made up various versions of the story.

And what frightened the bald director, the death of the owner of the 501st floor was exactly the same as the nightmare he had.

The post posted by the owner of the 501st floor said that because he watched a monster horror movie in the West, he dreamed that he was chased by monsters, and the owner of the 501st floor finally died, as if he was gnawed by something.

The bald director asked the person to inquire with the police station and got a secret news, according to the police investigation, when the owner of the 501st floor died, he was the only one in the room, and he could not find any trace of the existence of the second person.

Moreover, the fatal bite wounds on the 501st floor owner do not look like they were made by humans or known animals, and no residue can be extracted from them.

It's as if these wounds appeared out of thin air.

For a while, some people in the police station were panicked.

If the investigation is correct, the owner of the 501st floor can only commit suicide, but how can a person commit suicide like that?

Compared with the post posted by the owner of the 501st floor, the truth seems to be a little weird.

The results of the investigation were too incredible, the file was directly sealed, and the person asked by the bald director was also because he happened to have a friend who worked in the police station, so he could have access to these secrets.

It is said that someone has been sent to take over the case, and the post of the owner of the 501st floor has also been harmonized this morning.

Everyone was speculating about what was going on and what the truth was, but the bald director felt a chill in his heart.

He had already believed what Wang Pu said.

Nightmares, it seems, are really possible.

Moreover, just yesterday, he had another nightmare, the car, and her, were closer to him, and the incomparably real sense of death and terror made the bald director feel cold to this day.

"Am I going to be like that person? I don't want to die! The bald director said with some desperate pain, completely confused.

Wang Pu frowned.

He didn't know what nightmare the bald director had, and he was scared like this.

Regarding the nightmare, he had some ideas that he wanted to verify on the bald director, and it was not a good thing for the bald director to be in such a state.

"You calm down first, nightmares aren't completely unmanageable. Shouldn't I just sit here? Wang Pu frowned and said.

"What do you mean, you've had nightmares too?"

"That's right, and I can tell you for no uncertain terms that I'm out of the nightmare." Wang Pu said.

The bald director looked up at Wang Pu, leaned forward, looked excited, and almost stood up, with a glint of hope in his eyes, and said eagerly: "How did you do it, tell me quickly?" ”

"Tell you yes, but, there's no such thing as a wasted lunch in this world." Wang Pu turned the wine glass in his hand and said slowly.

Although he wanted to use the bald director to verify some things about the nightmare, he and the bald director were not related, and there was a contradiction in the first place, so it would be a bit of a waste not to take this opportunity to knock on it.

The bald director's face froze, knowing that he still had a chance to be saved, his mood calmed down a lot, and said, "What conditions do you have?" ”

"It depends on your sincerity, how much do you think your life is worth?" Wang Pu smiled and asked rhetorically without being in a hurry at all.

The bald director gritted his teeth: "Ten thousand, as long as you can save me, I will give you 10,000 yuan as a reward!" ”

Bang!

Wang Pu put the wine glass on the table, his face immediately changed, he looked at the bald director with an expressionless face, and said coldly: "It seems that the director is very insincere, he wants to buy his own life for 10,000 yuan, do you want to call Huazi?" ”

"And how much do you want?"

The bald director also knew that the price of 10,000 yuan was too low, and it was impossible for Wang Pu to agree, and he also gave himself a bargaining space when he said it.

Wang Pu said: "One price, 100,000." ”

"One hundred thousand, do you want to go crazy with money?"

The bald director shouted, shaking his head like a rattle: "No, 100,000 is too much." ”

"Is it much?"

Wang Pu sneered: "Don't think I don't know how much your salary is, the corpse is vegetarian, and you can still receive so much salary every month, plus secretly deducting others, filling your own pockets, and robbing others of their credit, you will definitely get more than 100,000 extra oil and water every year." Besides, isn't your life worth 100,000 yuan, if you die, you will have nothing! ”

Wang Pu said quietly.

The bald director felt a chill in his heart.

He knew that what Wang Pu said made sense, but 100,000 yuan was not a small amount, besides, all this was just Wang Pu's own words, whether Wang Pu's words could be believed or not was one thing.

"Why, it seems that you still don't believe me, or do you still think you can get someone else to help?"

Wang Pu looked at the bald director's uncertain expression, and said lightly: "In this case, you can leave now, or find someone else who can help you." ”

"Still."

Wang Pu leaned forward slightly, stared at the bald director with a slightly aggressive gaze, and said, "It's still unknown whether anyone else can believe your nightmare besides me, I guess they should treat you as a psychopath!" Also, I hope you can find someone else who can help you, you shouldn't be far away from being caught up by nightmares, right? ”

Wang Pu's words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making the bald director feel cold in his heart.

Indeed, if he told others that his nightmare might come true, I am afraid that others would only treat him as a psychopath.

Moreover, yesterday I had another nightmare, and the car, and her, were getting closer and closer to me.

He really didn't have time to go to anyone else.

Even if someone really could help him, he didn't know where to look for it.