[Funato] Dream Analysis

This is an international metropolis with ancient charm and modern style, harmonious development.Everyone's joys and pains are nobody's business.

The night of the highly informationized city is bustling, dim and noisy.Feasting, feasting, and heavy traffic are the standard configuration of the street, and the explosion-proof glass neatly displayed on the side of the road separates the sensational flow of people from the luxury goods.In the night, there are people who are scattered and wandering, and there are people who are rich and embroidered, and there are people who spend a lot of money, and there is an indefinable miasma, hidden between every molecule of the air.

Lu Jia beside the South Street had no expression on his face, and seemed out of place with the scene of this group of demons dancing wildly.He raised his hand no less than five times, looked at the light silver dial on his wrist, and only then noticed that the hour and minute hands were slowly creeping towards [-]:[-]pm.

Ten minutes had passed since the agreed time, Lu Jia clicked his tongue, and became irritable inexplicably following the beat of the music across the street—then three figures slowly appeared in his field of vision.

It wasn't until the moonlight brought them closer that Lu Jia realized that this was the person he was waiting for tonight.The leader, a middle-aged woman who looked like an intellectual, stepped forward first, bowed to him as an apology for being late, and then smiled and said, "Are you Dr. Fei's assistant?"

"Well," Lu Jia didn't answer much, but uttered a shallow syllable from his nasal cavity.He turned around and opened the SUV door, and out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of two other people behind the woman—one standing pushing a wheelchair, the other sitting quietly, both of them had awe-inspiring faces.Lu Jia didn't take a second look, but asked selectively: "My surname is Lu...this is Officer Luo?"

"Ah, yes." The woman replied with a smile, and finally looked at "Officer Luo||" with a trace of sadness clearly in her eyes, "...he finally agreed to come, ignore the two of them, still It's awkward."

Lu Jia still nodded expressionlessly: "Get in the car, we'll be there in an hour."

"I repeat, I'm not sick."

The asphalt road was squashed by the tires, and the car had driven less than a kilometer when suddenly such a sentence floated out in a narrow space.Lu Jia cast his sideways glances on the rearview mirror inside the car, and only saw Luo Wenzhou with an impatient face.Luo Cheng made an objective evaluation from the passenger seat: "It's not up to you whether you are sick or not, it's the doctor's decision."

"Old Luo, please don't say a few words." Facing the father and son's talk, Mu Xiaoqing barely supported his forehead, and instead placed his hand gently and slowly on Luo Wenzhou's unhealed legs, hesitating again and again, only Ask him half of the question: "You didn't resist psychological counseling so much before, what's wrong? Are you worried about the counselor?"

Luo Wenzhou just rolled his eyes, thinking that based on his own reasoning in the past two days, he was really not at ease with that so-called Doctor Fei.Looking at his expression, Mu Xiaoqing decided that he had hit the point: "Don't worry about that. His diploma and strength are all there. If it wasn't for the fact that I taught him, or for the He and your dad also know each other." Speaking of which, she stretched out her index finger and pressed against Luo Wenzhou's forehead lightly, "—will he promise to show you?"

"..."

"Why this look?" Mu Xiaoqing was puzzled, so he could only grope along the basic line of reasoning: "You are so resistant, could it be that you have conflicts with others... No, you know Fei Du?"

Luo Wenzhou finally turned his neck stiffly and slowly, pulled away from the short and unrememberable dark history with Fei Du, and gave her a sad look.

the other side of the city.

There are no dancing crowds, no noise exceeding [-] decibels, only rustling plants that cannot be named, and the dead and boundless silence.The hypnotherapy clinic belonging to Fei Du is located here. It is an exquisite European-style loft, across the street is the rushing sea, with the embankment paved with white stone and blue bricks, and the faint light of the lighthouse in the distance. In this environment that was so quiet that I felt fear in my heart, the dust settled inexplicably.

When Luo Wenzhou and his party arrived, Fei Du happened to write the last word on the last page of the book.According to the common sense of continuous development and derivation of human beings over thousands of years of evolution, Fei Du's appearance is hardly reminiscent of the kind doctor in the consultation room—if his face covered by half-long hair is like pale glaze, and the bridge of his nose stands tall. The gold-rimmed glasses are the only decoration of the white glaze.Behind the transparent lens is a pair of moving and uplifting eyes, but the line of sight is refracted by the harsh lens and then projected to the person facing it, which is no different from an optical instrument with precise parameters.

Fei Du twirled the pen between his fingers, and when he closed it, it made a moving sound like a bullet being loaded.Fei Du just lightly gave Luo Wenzhou in the wheelchair a dim and unclear look, then got up from the high chair surrounded by semicircular bookshelves, stepped on his leather shoes and passed the dodgy Luo Wenzhou, as if he had never seen him before.

"Professor Mu, Uncle Luo."

Fei Du put on his killer smile, and stopped in front of Mu Xiaoqing and Luo Cheng, with the word "Good" written all over his body in bold.Mu Xiaoqing said "Hey" full of joy, and pulled his hand that was still slightly cold in spring, "Good boy, you are handsome again."

"How could I, but you, with bright eyes and kind eyes, are getting younger and younger." Fei Du let her hold his hand and replied with a smile.Luo Wenzhou, who was half-disabled in a wheelchair, curled his lips and shook his head when he heard the words, listening to the two of them chattering about business, his eyes almost rolled to the ceiling.

——This guy, who was good at teasing him in front of him three years ago, has another set of obedient children in front of his elders.Mu Xiaoqing, Mu Xiaoqing, why were you deceived by his innocent appearance?

"Ah, let's get down to business." Mu Xiaoqing came back to his senses with his eyelids bent, and suddenly pulled the wheelchair over with all his strength. Luo Wenzhou's thoughts were already wandering, but now he was thrown violently and almost fell to the ground.Without knowing it, Mu Xiaoqing said, "This is my son, Luo Wenzhou, you..."

When Mu Xiaoqing finished speaking, she was obviously thinking about whether her son and the student she had taught for a while really knew each other, but the person did not reveal it, and she didn't know how to ask.Fortunately, Fei Du was always reasonable and considerate when facing his elders. He raised his hand and pushed down the frame of the mirror, but lowered his eyes, and said with an inexplicable smile on the corner of his mouth: "Well, I was in the police station three years ago. I worked as a profiler for a while, and met Senior Brother Luo there."

get acquainted with...

Luo Wenzhou bit these two words, raised his head and bumped into Fei Du's dark eyes, which were as bottomless as three years ago.

This relationship is really unwilling to just use the word "acquaintance" to mention it in one stroke.

Fei Du, who first joined the police station three years ago, has already gained some fame in the field.Strange to say, everyone in the industry knows that he specializes in hypnotherapy, but as to why he joined the police station as a profiler, even if it sounds illogical, almost no one knows the reason.

It was during that time that Luo Wenzhou met Fei Du, who was a profiler—from being a simple boss and subordinate to being so ambiguous that he almost pierced the window paper, a total of seven months.Seven months later, Fei Du resigned and went abroad to study hypnotherapy. The two devoted themselves to their careers and never saw each other again.

That layer of invisible window paper was pasted between the crowd, and it lasted for three full years, with no chance of being pierced.

Fei Du, who had bid farewell to Luo Cheng and Mu Xiaoqing, finally turned around. The calfskin stepped on the dazzling Rubik's cube-like floor tiles, inexplicably keeping up with Luo Wenzhou's heart rate.

He walked to Luo Wenzhou's side, looked down at his former immediate boss indifferently from a height, and finally just smiled slightly: "Don't come here without any problems, Officer Luo||Officer."

"Would you like to tell me about your legs and why you came here?"

Fei Du went back to the work table in front of the semicircular bookshelf, took another book with a black cover, and asked him without raising his head.Luo Wenzhou's thoughts suddenly returned, he cleared his throat, and repeated again solemnly: "I'm not sick."

A slight and meaningless smile leaked from the corner of Fei Du's mouth.He turned over a new page, and it was only then that Luo Wenzhou noticed that it was not a book of rhetoric, but a handbook used by consultants to record patients' illnesses.

Controlling the pen and writing down the basic information on the yellowed paper, Fei Du was finally willing to raise his head, his bottomless eyes did not have the slightest warmth: "No one here says you are sick, Officer Luo|| .”

He deliberately bite the words "Officer Luo||Officer" so hard, as if he was afraid that Luo Wenzhou would not hear, and then lazily said: "But I need to remind you, your unconscious behavior It has seriously affected your colleagues and parents-so they decided to temporarily suspend you after careful consideration."

"You are no longer 'Luo Police||Officer'." Fei Du clasped his fingers together to make room for his chin, his eyes reminded one of some kind of excellent hunter in the wild, "However, as long as you face all problems directly , when they are all solved, the police|| uniform will naturally be able to be worn again."

Luo Wenzhou stretched his hand into his pocket and emptied it without any accident, only then did he realize that Mu Xiaoqing had already banned him from smoking.He glanced again at Fei Du, who was not much different from what he remembered, just sighed, and put on a teasing smile: "Aren't you a hypnotist? If you want to know the answer, why don't you just hypnotize me?" ?”

Fei Du raised his eyebrows, "You may have misunderstood my profession. We hypnotists generally don't perform hypnosis when the client is completely resistant. Besides, I haven't focused on hypnotherapy in recent years."

"perhaps--"

At this point, Fei Du stretched out his hand and picked out a fresh and bright red rose from the newly replaced vase by the desk assistant.Luo Wenzhou remembered this pair of white and well-articulated hands, and they were the same three years ago, every frown and every movement was provocative.The person in front of him thoughtfully removed the hard thorns of the rose, then got up again, and walked around the delicately carved work table.

Fei Du bent down lightly and slowly, and approached Luo Wenzhou unexpectedly.

He seemed to have completely mastered a set of methods to prolong his breathing, and Luo Wenzhou could barely feel it on his skin when he approached.But he could clearly feel the breath that belonged to Fei Du rushing towards his face, that kind of faint woody fragrance that made people feel a little chaotic, but also unavoidably produced hope and anticipation.

But Fei Du stayed behind three centimeters.

He didn't get any closer, but just faced him with the corners of his raised eyes and lips.

Then he followed the silence, opened the pocket of Luo Wenzhou's chest clothes, let the rose stem slide all the way through the thin shirt, and finally placed the bright red rose gently on his heart.

"Perhaps, you can call me 'Dream Builder'."

blood.

The corpse || body that was brutally split into two halves.

Unexpected, deafening explosion.

Luo Wenzhou only felt that he was at the bottom of the darkness, no matter how desperately he struggled, how much he searched for clues, he couldn't touch the truth at all.And his full hope is like wind and sand, the tighter he grasps, the faster it will leak out.

In the next second, he was quickly sawed by an unknown force to the cold gear of fate, and his limbs were shackled and unable to move.Then, a page of paper drifted down inexplicably and fell to the ground. Luo Wenzhou looked at it intently, and it was written in blood——

You can't save anyone.

give up.

"impossible……"

The scene was still a confused consultation room, Luo Wenzhou closed his eyes tightly, and Fei Du was alienated.

"What did you see?" He stretched out his hand to wipe away the fine cold sweat on Luo Wenzhou's forehead, and asked.

"Blood……"

"It's normal to see blood. Blood is a reflection of your profession, what else?"

"flower."

flower?

Fei Du frowned, and quickly jotted down key words in the medical handbook: "What kind of flower, what kind, how many are there, and where are they?"

Luo Wenzhou suddenly stopped talking.The consulting room fell into a lifeless loneliness again, only the sound of the wall clock working tirelessly lingered in his ears.

"Luo Wenzhou?" Fei Du called out at a higher volume, and then lightly patted one side of his face: "Luo Wenzhou, can you still hear my voice?"

"..."

Fei Du clicked his tongue, and only then noticed the phone that had been vibrating since just now.He took a deep breath helplessly, and reached out to answer the phone call from Lu Jia.

"It's me." Fei Du closed his eyes, gently kneading the tired Jingming acupoint, "What's the matter?"

"Doctor Fei," Lu Jia replied, "There is a problem with the monitoring."

"what is the problem?"

"At [-]:[-] p.m., Luo Wenzhou appeared on South Street. Although the surveillance only took a second, but——he walked." Lu Jia paused for a while, then continued in a low voice: "In other words, Luo Wenzhou His legs are not disabled."

"...Okay, I see."

Fei Du, who hung up the phone in a hurry, had a rare experience of being tired again.He turned his head and looked awe-inspiringly at Luo Wenzhou, who was covered in sweat and pale, obviously in deep fear.

He naturally wouldn't suspect that Luo Wenzhou was a threat to him, but Luo Wenzhou, Luo Wenzhou, what are you hiding?

He leaned over and put his ear back on Luo Wenzhou's moving lips. After a while, he finally made out the three words that the latter made up intermittently with fear——

dahlia.

TBC.

PS One of the sources of inspiration is "Inception" directed by Nolan, so I can't say more about it or it will spoil it.It doesn't matter if you haven't watched "Inception", the world view will be explained slowly with the plot.