"...... your grandfather?"

"It's been ten years since my grandfather died, and it's okay, I've long accepted that fact. ”

He Lei told me that her grandfather was also a medical worker, who had been a doctor all his life and treated countless patients.

When his grandfather was fifty years old, he suddenly had an idea to record all his medical experience and medical experience into a book, as a little legacy of himself in this world.

After fifteen years of painstaking writing, he finally completed this book of his own, but he also put a lot of effort into it, and before he could complete the manuscript rewriting and editing, he suddenly died violently.

Because there have been cases of unscrupulous publishers coming to cheat and steal manuscripts when they heard the news, the old man has always hidden the manuscript in a place that only he knows and never shows it.

But the old man left very suddenly, and he didn't even have time to explain the whereabouts of the manuscripts, so these manuscripts were lost after that, and He Lei also spent all his efforts to find them, but because there were no clues, they only returned in vain.

Just three years after the old man's death, He Lei unexpectedly found out that a publisher had released her grandfather's manuscript, and what made her even more angry was that the author of the book was someone else.

The reason why she was sure that it was her grandfather's manuscript was because in order to support her study in medical school, her grandfather had specially copied some parts of the manuscript for her to use as a reference for her study.

When she learned that her grandfather's hard work had been stolen and distributed, and had been replaced by another author, she was extremely heartbroken and felt ashamed of her grandfather. Although she also negotiated with the publishing house many times after that, she did not have the original manuscript in her hand, and the other party ignored her at all, even if she couldn't win the lawsuit.

Three years have passed, and she originally thought that there would be no more turning point in this matter, but at this time she met me, and happened to learn that I could still communicate with the undead, and Mr. Wang also patted his chest to ensure that I was not a liar, and this series of events finally made her, a master of a prestigious university, begin to waver and become a god and ghost theorist.

I looked embarrassed and said to He Lei with some hesitation: "What do you mean, do you want me to ask your grandfather, where is the manuscript?"

He Lei nodded excitedly, took my arm and said, "Yes, yes." As long as I can get the manuscript, I can get the publisher to stop publishing it, and I can get my grandfather's honor back. So, please be sure to help me. ”

If it was something else, I could have laughed cheekily and made all kinds of dirty demands buried in my heart, but this matter is so special that I really can't be sure. You must know that last time Mr. Wang went bankrupt, he just glanced at his son's soul from a distance, and he couldn't say a word.

And after thinking about it, I couldn't see what I could gain from participating in this matter, and she didn't have much money to pay me, let alone dedicate herself to me, so I planned to find some excuse to shirk it.

But as soon as I saw He Lei's enthusiastic and expectant eyes, I couldn't muster up the courage to say no, and after hesitating, I still decided to help her ask Brother Niu, as for the result, it all depends on her creation.

"It's not as simple as you think, although I can be psychic, but I can't contact anyone I want. In this way, you give me your grandfather's name, age, and specific time of death, and I'll ask you when I get back, but I can't promise you anything. ”

"Okay, okay, if you want to help me, whether it succeeds or not, I admit it. ”

After sending He Lei away, I began to study the mission brief for this work.

The quest doesn't seem complicated, and even the story feels a bit bloody. The boy who made the wish is called Ma Lingjun, a recent college graduate, with an average family background, very self-motivated, and his academic performance has always been high, in addition to being relatively handsome.

I couldn't help touching my face and lamenting the injustice of the world, why did I look so unsatisfactory.

During his college years, he met a girl named Zhang Yu from the same school, and the two fell in love with each other quite well, and after graduation, they looked forward to a good life in the future, and began to plan to enter the palace of marriage.

But when Zhang Yu informed her parents of the relationship between the two, her father categorically refused the marriage between the two and asked her not to meet Ma Lingjun again. Her father also gave a very bloody reason, saying that Ma Lingjun came to pursue Zhang Yu because he took a fancy to his family property, and in front of the boy, he accused him of being from a poor family and not worthy of her daughter's daughter's status.

After that, the family began to become full of gunsmoke, and Zhang Yu still had a rebellious character in her bones, and she was stubborn and stubborn in this matter, and she directly declared war on her parents, threatening that she could not be with Ma Lingjun, so she would die to her parents.

Zhang Yu's father saw that it couldn't go on like this, so he simply spent a lot of money to hire someone to cause a traffic accident, completely clearing Ma Lingjun out of Zhang Yu's sight.

But what I didn't expect was that although this broke Zhang Yu's thoughts, it also produced another evil consequence, after learning of Ma Lingjun's death, Zhang Yu became depressed because of heartbreak, and since then he has spoken little and no longer has contact with people.

Seeing this, I really can't help but want to complain, in my opinion, this girl is too rich, if it were me, how could there be any effort to be depressed? Tomorrow's meal is the key, and other has to be put aside for me.

The whole thing is roughly like this, there is no third-rate TV series with a wonderful plot, but it also made me reacquaint myself with the world of rich people, and it is really scary to see that you can disappear completely if you don't like it and spend some money.

Ma Lingjun's wish message is quite simple, that is, I hope that the girl will not fall into sadness, come out as soon as possible, and live happily.

I'm secretly glad that this is just a message transmission, if this thing makes Zhang Yu live a happy life, then I really won't.

In addition, the introduction also explained to me how to enter other people's dreams and how to create things in other people's dreams, which is roughly the same as what Brother Niu said.

Mia Angel has applied for me to the Seraphic Angel Gui'er, who is in charge of dreams, for a magic skill that can invade other people's dreams, as long as it is someone I have seen, even if it is just a photo, I can run this magic skill to invade the other party's dreams, but there are also restrictions on it, only allowing me to invade Zhang Yu's dreams.

I turned on the computer and tried to collect some information about Zhang Yu through the web page, but I only found advertisements selling Diana pills, and there was no valuable information. So I had to open the parchment scroll to watch Ma Lingjun's life, hoping to find some usable clues in it.

I saw it until one o'clock in the morning, but I didn't see anything important, and the more I looked, the more bored I became, so I simply threw away the parchment roll and went downstairs to find a barbecue stall to fill my stomach.

Sit under the street lamp on the side of the road, order two cold beers and some barbecue, and start enjoying the refreshing summer night breeze.

After taking a big sip of beer, I finally made my irritable mood better.

To be honest, I really didn't have a clue about this mission, and I was basically in a state of confusion, completely unsure of what to do next.

It was very easy to invade Zhang Yu's dream, but the difficulty was that I didn't know anything about her, and even if I could enter her dream smoothly, I didn't know how to use to make her understand what I was trying to say.

There is a more troublesome problem, that is, after I complete the dream invasion, I definitely need to judge the effect of the dream invasion through communication and observation, and if one invasion fails, I need to adjust the plan of the next invasion according to her performance. But I didn't even know her, let alone communicate.

So my first problem now is how to get close to her and be friends with her as much as possible. In fact, Officer Zhang is a very suitable introducer, and it is naturally not difficult to see her as a police officer, but as soon as I thought that he would interrogate me with the eyes of a prisoner, I threw this idea into the recycling bin without hesitation.

But there is no suitable person among the people I know, so could it be that I really want to run and knock on Zhang Yu's door abruptly?

I leaned back in my chair in a frustrated state, at a loss for what was in front of me.

Suddenly, my eyes were drawn to the tree next to me, and there were some crooked words carved on the tree, which seemed to be carved by nearby elementary school students, and it seemed that it had been carved for some years, and the handwriting had become blurred as the tree grew.

I watched it for a long time by the street lamp before I recognized the content on it: XX love XXX. XXX writes love letters to XX. XX is a pig.

Such words are very common in the north and south of our country, even I carved a lot when I was a child, these are not unusual, but the sentence XXX wrote a love letter to XX, but my chaotic brain suddenly had a clear vein, as if I grabbed the thread in a mess.

Reminded by this sentence, I instantly remembered an incident in Ma Lingjun's life.

During his love affair with Zhang Yu, he wrote many short sentences and love poems to Zhang Yu, but out of shyness, he only briefly mentioned this matter to Zhang Yu, but he never had the courage to hand it over to her, and he was secretly locked in a drawer in his room.

If I can get these, and then send them to Zhang Yu one by one as Ma Lingjun's client, then why can't I get acquainted with her? Hahahaha, why am I so good at this brain? I just ask, who else?

After thinking of a solution, I couldn't wait to go back to the house, and began to study Ma Lingjun's life again, and focused on the part of writing love poems. The last time these love poems appeared in his field of vision was five days before the accident, and he was not touched again until his eventual death.

So as long as Ma Lingjun's family has not moved when sorting out the relics, then these love poems must still be in the drawer of the bedside table, as for the location and internal situation of his house, it is not a problem, and now I even know the place where his house put his passbook.

I went to Da Fei's bar early the next morning, and wanted him to help me contact the lockpicker, but as soon as we met, he began to complain: "Brother Wei, where have you been these days? I can't find you anywhere, no one answers the phone, and I don't say hello to my brother when I play missing, it's too boring." ”

I scratched my head embarrassedly and replied: "It's a bit urgent these days, and it's inconvenient to answer the phone." What, what's wrong with me?"

"It's the 400,000 you gave last time, and I didn't use it up, and I still have 70,000 or 80,000 left, so I said that it was returned to you, but I can't contact it. ”

"There's no hurry, it's not in a hurry. I have something I want you to help me with right now. Can you still contact the lockpicker you brought with you last time? I want to do something with him. ”

"Yes, those are my own brothers, and they are always on call. Is there something wrong, brother, can I help?"

"It's not a big deal, it's just a lock. Just let him come, and I'll let you know if necessary. ”

Da Fei called, and after waiting for less than half an hour, the emaciated locksmith rushed over.

"Brother Da Fei, do you have something to do with me?" This lock-picking master never reported his real name to others, only said his nickname Si'er, but Da Fei and other people on the road called him Wire, the reason why he has this title is not only because he is thin, but also because he eats by a wire, and Si'er and Si'er are homophonic.

Da Fei patted Tie Si'er on the shoulder and said, "Si'er, this is Brother Wei, you've seen it." Brother Wei wants to ask you to open a lock, you go and do me a favor. ”

"Okay, no problem. ”

Coming out of Da Fei's bar, I went directly to Ma Lingjun's house with wire, Ma Lingjun's family all work during the day, so I can only choose to act during the day when there is no one at home.

Because the wire is also mixed on the road, and the rules on the road are very clear, I didn't ask any questions along the way, which saved me a lot of saliva.

Ma Lingjun's home is in an old community in the east of the city, and there are only three eight-story family buildings, which usually do not have very formal properties, so it is easy for us to enter the community.

When I went up to one of the family buildings and came to an old-fashioned steel security door on the fourth floor, I said to Tie Zhu'er, "This is it." ”

Wire looked at me and asked softly, "Is there anyone?"

I hesitantly replied, "Probably no one." ”

"Should it?" Iron Wire shook her head helplessly, expressing her displeasure with me, an amateur criminal.

Tie Wire did not directly pick the lock, but raised his hand and began to knock on the door in a big way, and shouted inside: "Is there anyone in the house? ”

After shouting a few times and seeing that there was no one, he ran to the door of another house and began to knock, shouting as he knocked at the same time: "Is there anyone in this house? ”

After confirming that there was no one in the other two, he took out a wire from his pocket, lay on the keyhole and began to tinker, and the security door was opened in two clicks, and then he began to tinker with the lock of the inner door, and kept muttering: "This broken lock is too unchallenging." ”

The lock of the inner door also didn't hold out in his hand for a few seconds before it was opened.

Pushing open the door, we entered the house softly, knowing that there was no one in the room, but instinctively worried about making a noise.

The furnishings in the house are relatively old, and the household appliances are very old styles, so you can see that the family background of this house is not very good.

Tie Si'er looked around, and said to me with some doubts: "Brother Wei, the family you picked is too poor, I usually see such poor people, and I have to secretly put some money for them." This kind of person can't have anything of value. ”

I glanced at the wire in surprise, the horror in my heart was indescribable, and the prototype of the joke that has been circulating on the rivers and lakes for a long time is him?