The Real Young Master is Picking Up Trash [Transmigration Book]

"It's not good, but since you dare to call the police, don't blame us for tearing up the ticket!"

Chang Jiaoqi, who was still blocked, wanted to say something, but couldn't do it, but his eyes were full of disdain.

Only the people who were in this warehouse before know that even if the police don't come, they still have to tear up their tickets!

The kidnapper who aimed at Jiang Zheye with a knife continued: "Unless you let us go, let these two people die here now!"

This meant that he wanted to escape here with the hostages.

It is not the first time that the police have encountered this kind of kidnapping and hostage-taking extortion case, and this kind of case has always been very difficult, because the safety of the hostages must be the first priority, and it is impossible to shoot easily!

That's why the weapons in his hands became decorations.

Generally, in this situation, the strategy of lobbying and then persuading surrender is adopted. If possible, the hostages will be rescued at the right time.

When the police were about to drive, they saw Gu Mo raised his hand to stop them.

Then a box on the ground was opened, and the contents inside were seen by the kidnappers.

It was a box of golden gold! ! !

And as another box was opened, it was also full of gold bars!

The hands of the kidnappers began to tremble, and the greed in their eyes was undisguised.

It's hard not to impress this group of desperadoes. If the market price of a gold bar is nearly 70, one can imagine the value of these two full boxes...

The kidnapper managed to take back his eyes glued to the top, looked at the noble man and asked, "What do you mean? Do you think we will let him go now? Do you think we are stupid? As long as now Let them go, these policemen will never let us go! They will arrest us!"

None of these habitual offenders are stupid.

Gu Mo said: "No, I'm just asking for a ransom, as long as you go to a safe place and let him go."

Those people looked at each other, and it seemed that the plan Gu Mo said was indeed the most suitable, and there was more money.But... when he really got to a safe place, in order to prevent him from happening in the future, the lives of these two hostages are sure...

But the cunning gangster just nodded cooperatively, "Okay! That's it, get out of the way, and these two people will survive when we are safe. So you are not allowed to catch up, understand?!"

"Then you have to run away."

Gu Mo's words have no meaning.

But the culprits couldn't care less about this. They hijacked two people into a van without fake license plates, and started their escape with a large sum of money and gold.

Police officer Liu put his pistol back into his waist, looked at the direction those people left, and said to Gu Mo: "It will be very difficult to let them escape, and these are not good things, it is very likely will kill the hostage."

Gu Mo's thin lips that were pursed into a line loosened, and said calmly: "Until it's safe, I won't easily destroy the trump card in my hand to save my life."

"What about after safety? They have strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities and have several cases on their backs. This gang is very experienced in escaping from wandering around the country. If they can't be found later, then the hostages will really be finished."

The policeman looked at the man with normal expression, even if he had studied psychology, he still couldn't see through it.

It's just that the expressionless Gu Mo suddenly evoked a smile, but it was the kind that made people frightened.

"There's a tracker in the bullion, they can't escape."

In the dark warehouse, a strong rancid smell can be smelled from the tip of the nose. This smell is so pungent that it can make people feel sick physically, and the source of this smell is...

The corpse of the man on the ground, the eyes of the corpse were wide open, the black pupils had begun to turn blue, the body had begun to rot extremely, and even white worms had begun to live there.

What's even weirder is that the head of the corpse is still moving with the people walking around.

And the man who was locked in the warehouse had an ugly expression as if he was about to die. At this moment, the sweat on his originally handsome face was flowing uncontrollably, making him look like a fish just taken out of the sea.

His footsteps were flustered, and he searched everywhere to get out. Unfortunately, this warehouse is no different from a closed iron box, and there is no gap to escape.

The feeling of being 'watched' by the corpse made him start talking nonsense.

"I didn't mean to kill you, why are you pestering me?"

"Let me go out, after I go out, I can give you as much money as you want..."

He could hear laughter coming from behind him, as if mocking his frightened appearance. The sense of fear and the sense of confusion of not being able to find a way out made him fall to the ground a little weakly, and he slammed his fist heavily on the ground. It took a lot of effort but no pain.

"Fuck, fuck, you obviously wanted to kill me, why didn't you let me go?!"

As soon as his words fell to the ground, he felt the feeling of a dagger being inserted into his back, and his eyes widened in shock.

Because of this, Jiang Zheye was finally able to escape from the nightmare.

He got off the pillow very quickly, breathing heavily, and when he raised his hand, there was really sweat on his forehead.

Obviously the last kidnapping case was over, because the kidnappers were slack in their sleep, all the policemen who followed him were arrested and brought to justice, and he and Chang Jiaoqi were taken home unscathed.

This can be regarded as a happy ending without any danger.

But... why has he been having nightmares every day since returning home?Could it be... is it because he killed Wan Qiang that Wan Qiang turned into a ghost to haunt him? !

"No, you shouldn't be so superstitious..." Jiang Zheye raised his hand and looked at his clean palm, "If it happens again, it must be his life and death. I am just defending myself, it is not considered a crime. kill!"

Although it was only 4 o'clock in the morning, Jiang Zheye couldn't sleep anymore. He lifted the quilt to turn on all the lights in the room, and waited for dawn with his eyes open.

When he went downstairs to eat breakfast at dawn, Zhao Jiao couldn't help asking him: "Zheye, your complexion is really bad, why don't you rest for a few more days and stop going to the company?"

Jiang Zheye stroked his dark circles with his fingertips, forced a smile and said, "It doesn't matter to me, I have to go to the company and I can't get away."

He smiled reluctantly, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was still weak.

Even Gu Xingxue said: "Rest when you should rest."

"I've rested already, that's enough."

After breakfast, he was the first to leave the house for work.

After he left, Jiang Mingyun sighed, and said worriedly: "I passed by Zheye's room last night and heard him screaming. It must be a nightmare. I don't know how loud the screaming is. You can hear him screaming through the door." It's clear. It must be scary..."

Zhao Jiao also sighed, and then said, "Why don't you sleep at night? Are you still passing by?"

"It's just that he doesn't seem to be sleeping well recently, and he intends to deliver a glass of milk, but I didn't expect to see him like that. It's hard for me to go in again."

Zhao Jiao nodded slightly, "How can he do this, it must be because the last incident left too much shadow... But it is not easy for outsiders to help with this kind of matter, maybe wait a few days for him You can come out."

Zhao Jiao went on to say: "Although those people were imprisoned and received the punishment they deserved, the damage they did to Zheye was psychological. Thinking about it this way, just going to jail is really cheap for them." !"

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Gu Xingxue frowned, but then continued as if thinking of something: "Shall I send a few 'good guys' in to accompany those people?"

"You still have an idea, just do it! Anyway, they don't let Zheye sleep well, so they don't want to be able to eat and sleep well!"

"Oh, I really feel sorry for Zheye... I just hope he can return to his former appearance as soon as possible."

On the other side, Gu Mo paused his hands for adjusting his sleeves, and pursed his lips slightly.

He did not participate in the family's conversation, but he called his secretary after he went out and closed the door.

The voice was still cold, and he said clearly: "Make an appointment with the best psychiatrist, the sooner the better."

"Understood Mr. Gu, I will try to make an appointment as soon as possible."

Even after hanging up the phone, Gu Mo's tense and icy face did not calm down for a long time.

In his company's office, Jiang Zheye devoted himself to his work. Only at this time can he not be distracted by other things and can breathe a little.

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of keyboard tapping and Jiang Zheye's slight breathing, and there was no other sound besides this.

I don't know how long it has passed, the sky is approaching dusk, and the light in the office is also dimmed.

But Jiang Zheye didn't notice anything, and continued to work busy until, besides the sound of breathing and keyboard, there was a third sound...

Jiang Zheye's hands on the keyboard paused, his body stiffened, and he began to concentrate on distinguishing what the third sound was...

It was as if a sharp tool was rubbing against some hard stone, and the sound of sharpening the knife was produced. The sound was barely audible at the beginning, and became louder and louder.

It's like it's right next to his ear!

As soon as Jiang Zheye turned his head, he met the dagger. The tip of the dagger was facing his eyebrows, but this was not the scariest thing.

The scariest thing is——Wan Qiang's face covered with corpse spots, and his blue pupils! !

Even though Jiang Zheye always thought he was very brave, he just closed his eyes and passed out.

This may also have something to do with him not having a good rest for many days.

His body fell to the ground, bringing the computer chair over with him, making a loud bang bang sound.

The assistant outside the office heard the voice, stood up from the chair quickly, and opened Jiang Zheye's office door.

As soon as he entered, he saw an unconscious person lying on the ground, and said anxiously: "Mr. Jiang, what's wrong with you?!"

After speaking, he went to check the situation of the people on the ground, and found that even in a coma, Jiang Zheye's ink eyebrows were still slightly frowned, and even with the blue under the eye sockets, his face looked very bad.

This is not good.

Before Jiang Zheye opened his eyes, he first felt a warm and dry touch from the back of his hand, as if another person's hand was placed on it.

When he opened his eyes, he knew that there was nothing wrong with his feeling. Looking at Gu Mo's hand on his own, he felt a little uncomfortable.

In the bedroom, only the warm bedside lamp was on.

He was lying comfortably on the head of the bed, but Gu Mo, who didn't know how long he had been there, was sitting on the chair beside the bed, lying on the side of the bed and seemed to be asleep, but his hand was resting on the back of his hand.

Jiang Zheye didn't know whether he should take his hand out, nor did he know what time it was.

He didn't take out his hand for the time being, but turned to check the time on his mobile phone.

It turned out that it was already late at night... so he had been in a coma for so long?Before he had time to think about it, Gu Mo was awakened by his slight movement.

Gu Mo withdrew his hand on the back of Jiang Zheye's hand, and just looked at him with those dark phoenix eyes.

Normally, Jiang Zheye might feel a little panicky, but now, it somehow makes him feel safe.

Jiang Zheye opened first, "Why are you here?"

Gu Mo withdrew his gaze from looking directly at Jiang Zheye, his eyes drooped, looking at Jiang Zheye's quilt with a kitten pattern, he just said: "You don't have to go to the company recently, take good care of your body."

"No, didn't I tell you? I'm fine, I've been raised for long enough." Jiang Zheye spoke faster.

Gu Mo just shook his head slightly, "The family doctor said, you still need to recuperate, don't be brave."

Only then did Jiang Zheye sigh in frustration, and didn't say anything else.

The room fell silent again, Gu Mo saw that Jiang Zheye no longer protested, so he stood up and made a gesture to leave.

Jiang Zheye suddenly became a little nervous, because Gu Mo's calm heart became flustered again, and he always felt that if the other party left this terrible darkness, he would be swallowed up.

His body was faster than his brain, and he grabbed Gu Mo's wrist.

In the past, his body temperature was always warmer than that of Gu Mo, but now, he found that his hands were actually cold, while Gu Mo was now very warm in comparison.

"Anything else?"

Jiang Zheye looked up at Gu Mo, his Adam's apple slipped slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he opened his lips and said, "Can you not leave? There is a ghost..."

Gu Mo raised his eyebrows, his eyes questioned, "Ghost?"

"Do you think I'm crazy?" Jiang Zheye put down his hands, lowered his head, hid his eyes, and stopped looking at Gu Mo, "If you don't believe me, just go, I'm going to bed too, good night."

He could feel Gu Mo looking at him, and soon he heard footsteps leaving.

When he looked up again, he was the only one left in the bedroom.

Jiang Zheye felt his body getting colder, and he leaned against the head of the bed tiredly and closed his eyes.

A shallow sigh escaped from his lips.

Although he said that he was going to sleep just now, he is completely sleepy now.

Just for a while, he heard the strange breathing sound again, as if Wan Qiang was following him lingeringly.But his expression didn't change, and his eyes were still closed.

What's the use of panic?

After about a few minutes, the strange and heavy breathing stopped abruptly and turned into the sound of footsteps going back and forth.

Jiang Zheye opened his eyes all of a sudden, looking at Gu Mo who was holding a pillow in his hands and changed into pajamas, a long-lost bright smile appeared on his face, "Why are you back again?"

Gu Mo, who was standing beside the bed with his pillow in his arms, brought back Jiang Zheye's memory. He remembered that for a while, Gu Mo also knocked on his door every night with his pillow in his arms. Now that he thinks about it, he still remembers it vividly.

And it overlapped with the figure of the person in front of him.

Gu Mo noticed Jiang Zheye's bright smile, moved his eyes unnaturally, put his pillow on the bed and said, "Take something, or do you plan to let me lie on the bedside to accompany you all night?"

Jiang Zheye moved to the side, always feeling that the room became warmer after Gu Mo appeared.

And he also saw Gu Mo's reddish ears, and he felt a little funny.

"Of course I don't have that plan, come up quickly." After he finished speaking, he patted the empty seat next to him.

Gu Mo snorted slightly from his nose, and then he condescended to go to Jiang Zheye's bed.

I don't know if it was because of the sense of security that Jiang Zheye didn't have any more nightmares that night, and slept soundly after a long absence.

When he woke up, he felt refreshed, but just like before, he woke up in Gu Mo's arms.

The opponent's chin was still on the top of his head, and the nostrils were full of the opponent's breath.

Even his own hands were tightly wrapped around that thin waist.

Perhaps it was because of this posture that the bodies of both of them were very warm, and Jiang Zheye no longer felt cold.

It was so comfortable...Jiang Zheye was reluctant to get up, closed his eyes again and went back to sleep.

And not just this time, for the next two days, Jiang Zheye continued to ask Gu Mo in order not to be tortured.

And Gu Mo was surprisingly easy to talk to, and agreed every time.

This made Jiang Zheye's sleep quality a lot better. After his mental state improved, he had the intention to go to the company again.

Early in the morning of the third day, he wanted to go out with his briefcase, but was stopped by Gu Mo.

Gu Mo said, "Follow me to a place."

Jiang Zheye originally wanted to use his work to refuse, but he couldn't get the words out, and just nodded.

Changing his formal clothes into casual clothes, he got into Gu Mo's car.

On the way, he didn't ask Gu Mo where he wanted to take him. When the car stopped at a house, Jiang Zheye was slightly dazed, unwilling to lift his foot in.

He frowned and said to Gu Mo beside him, "So, do you think I'm crazy?"

Gu Mo put one hand in his pocket, he glanced at Jiang Zheye's face, and then said: "No, I just think psychological counseling will be good for your body."

Jiang Zheye didn't loosen his brows, and it took him a long time to laugh at himself, "I'm not mentally ill, so I don't need to see a psychiatrist. I appreciate your kindness, but I don't need it."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

But the words of the people behind him stopped him in place.

"If my assertion offended you, I can apologize."

This was the first time Gu Mo said to him, apologizing, which made Jiang Zheye have to be a little concerned.He couldn't walk with the foot he had stepped forward, and turned to look at the other party.

"Just this time." Gu Mo's cold white skin looked lacklustre in this increasingly cold autumn, but his eyes were indeed hot.

Jiang Zheye seemed to be fascinated, he couldn't walk anymore, and he couldn't say harsh words to refuse.

The consultation room is decorated in a warm and lovely way, which can make people relax, and there are several brief introductions of psychologists on the wall.

Among them, the one with the most titles is a female doctor with an intellectual and elegant appearance, and it is she who has come to receive them.

After realizing that it was Jiang Zheye who needed it, he took him to a separate and quiet room and separated Gu Mo.

Gu Mo was sitting on the sofa in the hall, with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through the books he had taken from the bookshelf.It seems that he doesn't care about being calm and comfortable, but he can still see his true thoughts from his occasional gaze at the closed door.

Sitting cross-legged on the round cushion with the doctor, the atmosphere like a heart-to-heart conversation with friends made him relax a lot.

The tea in the ceramic cup in his hand was steaming, warming Jiang Zheye's palm.

Then I heard the female doctor ask him: "Let's play a little game first."

After speaking, he took out the toothpicks and started to arrange them, and really played a puzzle game with Jiang Zheye.

Jiang Zheye, who was still a little uncomfortable because of seeing a psychiatrist for the first time, was strange, but he played cooperatively.

After these two or three rounds of games, the female doctor approached the topic with a smile and kindly.

Jiang Zheye didn't have any psychological burden, so he told all about his ghost encounter.

Originally guessed whether it would be regarded as delusional disorder or crazy, and was questioned.

Unexpectedly, the doctor seemed to believe him, and began to enlighten him to face it positively and solve it without affecting his normal life.

"But I seem to be getting better recently, and I haven't seen him again."

The female doctor smiled wider, "This is a good thing, do you know why?"

Jiang Zheye took a sip of the already warm tea and said, "I guess, maybe it's because my brother is with me, so that ghost doesn't dare to come closer..."

The female doctor did not answer immediately after listening, but picked up the kettle to refill Jiang Zheye's water.

Then he said: "But if your brother no longer stays with you one day, how will you face it? For example, if he gets married or has a child."

Jiang Zheye fell into deep thought and didn't speak any more.

"So you still have to strengthen your mentality. It is said that ghosts are afraid of evil people. As long as you are more vicious than them, then the ones who should suffer from insomnia are ghosts." The female doctor spoke humorously.

Anyone who has studied psychology can judge a person's inner thoughts through micro-expressions and movements.

She watched Jiang Zheye enter her own world because of her previous sentence, her eyes flashed.

"Do you feel a little sad when you think that he might get married and have children? He should be someone you like, so it can bring you a great sense of security."

Jiang Zheye suddenly regained consciousness from his own world because of the doctor's words, looked at the doctor and said, "What are you talking about?"

The female doctor pursed her lips and smiled, and said slowly: "Your heart can't deceive anyone. Since you have a heart disease, and it seems that he is your heart medicine, why don't you accept it honestly?"

Jiang Zheye wanted to say something to refute, but he couldn't turn it on, as if he could still hear his own heartbeat getting louder and louder.

"Besides, the people outside the door also like you."

"As a psychiatrist, I have now become a matchmaker, but it is also my duty to help others see their hearts clearly."