Psychic

Van Gogh ’s prophecy has been verified numerous times, and many people have learned blood lessons from it.If you do n’t believe what his consequences are, Jane Ya, Liu Zhao, Su Fengxi ... These people who once stood in the glory, can immediately stand up and say.

The most recent disaster was nothing more than a mad killing by Ma You.Ignoring Van Gogh ’s warnings and letting Lin Nianci ’s actions go so far that the entire Beijing city was hit hard.The bloody scene, the heartfelt remorse, until now is often turned into a nightmare, tormenting Minister Yan all night and all night.

So after leaving the Seongnam Branch, Minister Yan immediately went to Huaguo No. 1 Biological Laboratory, where he met with Minister Lin, and had a cordial conversation with the other party.

In front of him, Minister Lin was modest and smiled Yan Yan. When he left, he immediately came to Zhang Yang and said with a smile: "Guess what, this Yan Quanling is here to warn us."

"He is the big red man above, and he has a wide range of things." Zhang Yang poured two glasses of red wine, and took out a small porcelain bottle from the jacket pocket. He dripped the blue potions into the wine, gently shaking it evenly, Push it to Minister Lin.

The red wine should have been tasted slowly, but the elegant and elegant Minister Lin took up the glass and swallowed it up. He also took the glass placed next to Zhang Yang and sipped it out.He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of relief. He touched the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and felt the diminishing fine lines. The corners of his mouth could not help but evoke a pleasant arc.

Zhang Yang did not mind Minister Lin's greedy behavior, but instead squinted, enjoying his intoxicated expression with interest.

"Why does Yan Quanling warn you? We seem to have no conflict of interest with him." He asked leisurely.

Minister Lin lowered his chair back, disagreeing very much: "He brought a prophecy."

Zhang Yang's lazy expression instantly turned into a ruthless expression: "Prophecy? He and Van Gogh are very close. Was the prophecy issued by Van Gogh?"

"Yes, I didn't listen carefully to the original words. It probably means that the potion we are developing is poisonous and will cause large-scale deaths. Let us be more careful. It is better to cancel the experimental plan." Minister Lin reiterated Road.

"If I am going to die, why should I drink water every day? I will not harm myself. Besides, you have also studied the chemical composition of this medicine, which is beneficial to the human body." Zhang Yang explained slightly.

"Of course I know that I am the beneficiary, and how can I believe him." Minister Lin opened his eyes, his pupil flashing with light: "But I really have a little doubt. Zhang Yang, the kind of fruit you gave us Where did it come from? Where is its cultivation base? We must conduct a thorough research on the raw materials to improve this medicine. Does it still have a huge room for improvement? "

Zhang Yang nodded to show that he understood, but he sneered at heart: what research raw materials, improve pharmacy, enhance the efficacy of drugs, but this is just an excuse for this person for his own personal gain.What he really wants is to make the fruit of this medicine, and master the method of planting fruit trees, that is the most fundamental benefit.

"Minister Lin, my Green River Research Institute is also exploring ways to grow this fruit tree on a large scale. When we have initial results here, we will discuss the issue of further cooperation. Our current bond of interest is not yet strong. It ’s better to keep some cards with each other in an inseparable place. Are you right? I still have things. Let ’s go first. Are you busy? ”

Zhang Yang stood up and walked away, not caring about Minister Lin's suddenly dark face.

"Yes, our relationship still needs to be further strengthened. I agree. But Xiao Zhang, I guess Yan Quanling will definitely find someone who says something wrong after leaving from me. You know, that Van Gogh is indeed a psychic medium, and his strength is very strong. He never made any mistakes in his predictions. He valued him very much. He said that our research will cause catastrophe. Do you guess that it will terminate our experiment? , And then liquidate your Zhang family's broken things? "

Minister Lin caressed his newly grown thick black hair and sighed: "Xiao Zhang, when Su Fengxi had an accident, your Zhang family was almost destroyed by Van Gogh. I saved you. I said that our relationship is not close enough, I am really sad. You are still young, and you do n’t talk much, I do n’t care about you, you should go back and think about it. Okay, I ’m going to be busy Do n’t forget to bring me the door. "

He waved his hand and treated Zhang Yang as if he were a cat or a dog.

Zhang Yang shook his face as if he wanted to make a terrible expression, but suddenly he smiled brightly in the sun: "Uncle Lin, I always remember your kindness, you can rest assured that I have the first achievement here. You. I'm leaving first, you are busy. "

He nodded and bowed, while retreating away, he took the door lightly and turned around, and a flattered face instantly twisted into the shape of a ghost.

"Van Gallo ..." He chewed these three words hard, his eyes full of murderousness.

At the same time, Minister Lin's mouth slightly tickled, and a contemptuous smile was drawn. With a slight movement of his five fingers, a pen placed on the far end of the desktop was taken into the palm of the hand, and then compressed into a steel ball at will with a magnetic field.Dark ink dots splashed down the table and stained his hands, but made him laugh arrogantly.

The potion not only restored him to youth, but also enabled him to possess abilities, which more thoroughly inspired his ambition.

"If I meet Van Gogh, what will happen?" He closed his eyes and groaned with contempt.

That's how people do, once they gain the ability beyond common sense, they will consider themselves invincible ...

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Van Gallo traveled continuously for many days. After returning to the old house, he entered the basement, preparing to take a good night's rest at Longkou.At this point, he could have abandoned the bathtub and directly ingested the energy he needed from the thick black mist.

Xu Yiyang was carrying a skull and a little yellow man in his arms, a small school bag on his shoulder, and also came with a sleepy look.

"Sleep fast." Fangallo hit him with a floor.

"Telling a story." Xu Yiyang dragged his elder brother's sleeve.

"Then I will tell you a story about the Romance of the Three Kingdoms." Fangallo recounted while reminiscing, and soon drove the child to sleep.He stood up, walked gently over Longkou, then sat cross-legged, meditating quietly.When his eyelids drooped, an inexplicable palpitations quickly crossed his mind, and disappeared instantly.

If you change an ordinary person, the other person will definitely think that he has hallucinations, and then fall asleep, but Van Gogh will never miss any tiny instinct, because he grew up relying on this to live.

He stood up and paced back and forth over Longkou, trying to use the vast magnetic field and powerful thoughts to capture the passing inspiration, but he could never find it again.It did not disappear, but was blocked by a certain force, which more and more aroused Vanguard's alertness.

He didn't know what the inspiration brought, and naturally he couldn't find a way to deal with it, so he went to the living room on the first floor, picked up his mobile phone, and called Dr. Song.

"What happened?" Song Rui's lazy voice came, as if she had just slept.

"I have a bad hunch and I don't know what to do." Van Galo said calmly.

"What did you foresee?" Song Rui's voice immediately became clear, low, and awake, and then there was a lingering voice.

"Because nothing can be foreseen, I am a little uneasy."

Something that makes Fangallo feel uneasy is definitely not a good thing, and it is impossible to be a simple thing.Song Rui thought and didn't want to say: "You are waiting for me at home, I will come over immediately."

"Then drive carefully on the road." Van Gollo did not refuse, but instead urged him seriously.

He accepted this kindness freely and without hesitation, which was equivalent to directly acknowledging the two people's further intimacy, which caused Song Rui to be slightly stunned and then chuckled.

"Okay, I will be careful on the way. You turn on the security system at home." When he said this, Song Rui had locked the door and strode toward the elevator.In a hurry, he didn't even change his pajamas, just a thick coat.

"I give you a permission to connect my home security system with a mobile phone. So you can see me through the surveillance head. I remember that you have downloaded the APP of my security system," Fangallo suggested.

Song Rui smiled more happily, and soon passed the certification, connecting to the security system of the old house of Fanjia.He whispered: "I also give you the authority of my family, you can see me at any time when you think of me in the future."

Fangallo remained silent for a while before chuckling: "Okay."

Song Rui came to the underground parking lot and asked with a good mood: "Vangallo, we have exchanged the most private and confidential permissions, then you said I am your best friend?"

"You are my only best friend." Van Gogh did not evade this question, but answered very seriously.

Song Rui laughed even with a mess of steps, and said dumbly after getting on the bus: "You wait for me, I will come immediately."

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Song Rui arrived at the old mansion with the fastest speed. He first walked with Van Gogh around to see if there was an intruder, and then sat down to discuss what the ominous premonition was.

The first time I saw Dr. Song's messy hair, Van Gogh seemed to be very interesting, and the corners of his mouth were always upturned.

"You look tired. Forget it, don't discuss it anyway, what should happen, what shouldn't happen, it will definitely happen. No matter how much we discuss. You go to bed first, I will make the bed for you." Luo led Song Rui to the second floor.

Song Rui clenched his hands and asked: "Last time you said, you want to taste the taste of home cooking, why? Is it because you have no sense of taste?"

"Yes, I don't have a sense of taste." Van Goghro took out a quilt, and the plain tone seemed to be talking about other people's things: "I can taste all the things in the world, but I can't taste the taste of food. Sweet and sour and bitter for me It ’s superfluous, fear is the most useless emotion, and hesitation, weakness, sensitivity ... In order to ensure the strength of this body, I gave up all the feelings I can give up. "

"But you kept the pain." Song Rui retorted.

"Pain is by no means superfluous." Fangallo shook his head and said: "Pain is the most effective defense mechanism. It can keep me awake and alert at any time, and it can also make me remember what I remember."

"Sometimes, I really think you are a martyr." Song Rui looked at him directly, and his tone was low: "Only the martyr will take pain for granted. The martyr's English is martyr, which is fatal if translated literally. Saint. What kind of road are you taking? Although you do n’t want to tell me, I have guessed from your words and deeds, are you martyrdom? Is this for you? It may be fatal. Do you really think you are Jesus Christ or Pangu? I tell you, you are just a person and you cannot save the world. "

Fangallo said in silence for a long time: "You're right, I'm just a person and I can't save the world. But if I can, I think I can save most people."

Song Rui's uneasy and angry anger surged up in his heart, preparing to continue to refute, but his shoulders were pushed down by Fangalore, and then he embraced a cold body in his arms, pinched by two slender fingers Holding his thin lips, he was not allowed to speak again.

"Sleep, you are tired." Van Gogh spoke softly in his ear, and every time he spit out a word, it brought out a slightly itchy air.

Song Rui, immersed in restlessness and anxiety, instantly fell into a gentle trap.The man who made this trap is very cunning and sober.He knew what to do to interrupt this conversation, and he did not have extra emotions such as timidity, hesitation, and sensitivity, so he immediately adopted the most direct and effective method.

He is sometimes naive and sometimes complicated.But the more he understood, the more profoundly Song Rui realized that the original Van Gogharo was not cold, light, and alienated; it was sweet, soft, and the entrance melted.

He embraced this icy, flexible body, his head burning like boiling water, and there was no room for thinking except for gurgling.

Fangallo wrapped his neck around his hands and whispered in his ear: "Let me take a little body temperature, I like your warmth."

When he said this, his magnetic field had wrapped them softly and softly, and firmly locked Song Rui's increasing body temperature, soaking it into his body surface.So this body, which can never be covered with heat, was heated up a little bit.

Song Rui hugged Van Gogh subconsciously, a forehead sweating in his forehead, a word echoed in his mind repeatedly: borrow, I will lend you whatever you want.My body temperature, my feelings, my wisdom, even my life ...

He didn't say these words, but his agitated emotions were like a pack of bouncing candies, sweet and active, and stuffed Van Gogh's mouthful, making him continue to laugh softly.

Song Rui didn't understand what he was laughing, but he softened his face and smiled lightly.

"Which way are you going, I will accompany you. You always know my wishes, right?" He asked in a dumb voice.

"I know, let's be together." Last time, out of prudence and responsibility, Fangallo did not respond, but this time, he did not hesitate to say these four words.

Song Rui finally let go of all uneasiness and put this man in his arms with a smile.The winter night is cold, and the body and the barren heart that exist as Horcruxes should have been colder, but they both had the warmest dream ever.

The next day, Song Rui and Fangalo were woken up by a ring of mobile phones.Minister Yan and Meng Zhong even called them separately at the same time, as if they were anxious.

"Director Yan, hello. What happened?" Fangallo answered the phone.

"Teacher Vatican, you are going to watch the news and something is wrong! Last night, there were three massacres in Beijing. Three victims survived. They all accused you of the murderer, and the surveillance camera clearly captured it. The whole process of your murder. To make matters worse, these videos have also been disclosed to the Internet by the media, causing extremely bad influence. I will send someone to take you to the police station, please be prepared psychologically. "Minister Yan's anxious voice Came from there.

Fangallo's heart hung for a night and finally landed slowly.

What happened shouldn't have happened.