Chapter Eight Not only in charge of food, but also in control
Lying in the massage chair, Zheng Kai didn't even move. His face was frighteningly white, and he kept breathing heavily, letting the cold sweat fall down like a waterfall.
The pain of being injured in a dream is no weaker than in reality, or even stronger.
Although Zheng Kai knew very well that the injuries suffered in the dream could not be brought to reality, the fear in his heart still made him dare not move for fear of damaging the wounds.
A few hours later.
The sunlight slanted in through the window.
Zheng Kai squinted his eyes slightly and raised his palms to block the dazzling sunlight.
"Survived."
Zheng Kai felt like he was in tears for the rest of his life.
Will dying in a dream affect reality?
Zheng Kai didn't know.
But Zheng Kai felt that he couldn't take any chances.
If the game dies, you can restart it!
But in this "death", no one knows whether there will be a second chance of resurrection.
Zheng Kai held both sides of the massage chair with both hands and tried to get up. The next second, he screamed in pain and collapsed again.
There were bursts of sharp pain in his back!
This kind of pain is too "familiar and familiar".
Zheng Kai touched his back with trembling hands, then pulled it back and took a look... There was no blood.
I touched it again and there were no wounds on my back.
The strange thing is that it is very painful, heartbreaking pain!
Throughout the morning, Zheng Kai did not dare to move.
It wasn't until the afternoon that Zheng Kai tried to get up from the massage chair for the second time.
This time I succeeded, but the pain in my back was still very strong, my whole body was under tremendous pressure, and I was shaking when I walked.
"I need to go to the hospital for a checkup."
Zheng Kai doesn't like hospitals very much.
He didn't like the strong smell of disinfectant, and he didn't like doctors dressed in white. White always reminded him of the white cloth covering the corpse when he worked in a funeral parlor.
Because of this, Zheng Kai learned a lot of medical knowledge on his own and tried his best not to go to the hospital.
Unless it was a major operation like surgery, Zheng Kai would rarely go to the hospital.
Dragging his heavy and tired body, Zheng Kai left home and walked towards the hospital.
I am energetic but physically exhausted.
Four p.m.
Zheng Kai looked at the inspection report in his hand and fell into deep thought.
The report shows that his body is very healthy, even much healthier than the average adult.
Even the doctor who examined him couldn't help but admire: This is the healthiest body he has seen in all his years of medical practice!
But his back really hurts.
This feeling is definitely not an illusion!
The doctor had no way of explaining this and could only vaguely say, "Maybe I slept in a wrong posture at night."
Walk out of the hospital.
Zheng Kai took out his mobile phone and called Wang Qiang.
This time it got through.
Before Zheng Kai could speak, Wang Qiang's furious voice came over: "My brother! I called you more than ten times, and I thought something happened to you too!"
Zheng Kai frowned.
There is no missed call ID on his phone.
"Um, Qiangzi, the massage chair you gave me..."
Zheng Kaigang wanted to talk about what happened in the past few days, but was interrupted by Wang Qiang again.
"Stop the massage chair! Something big has happened!"
The sound on Wang Qiang's side was very chaotic, as if there were many people talking at the same time around him, and the sounds of crying and cursing were very clear.
Zheng Kai held the phone in front of him in confusion, and the caller's name displayed on it was Wang Qiang.
"Qiangzi, where are you?"
"Kaizi, I'm at the police station."
"Well, yes, I was chatting with him, and I asked him to come over too." This sentence was obviously not addressed to Zheng Kai.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Qiang's voice became clear again: "Kaizi, please come to the police station in the northwest city. It's urgent!"
"What happened?"
Although Wang Qiang looks tall and thick, he has a gentle personality and does not look like a troublemaker.
Phone.
Wang Qiang did not answer immediately, but quickly walked away from the noise and came to a quieter environment before speaking softly: "Kaizi, do you remember Liao Fan?"
Zheng Kai recalled it and had no impression at all.
Wang Qiang seemed to have guessed that Zheng Kai had no impression, and added: "He is the one who often participated in various competitions and won awards when he was in college."
"Didn't I tell you that people like this who show off their shit in college will not have much future in society."
........
Having said that, Zheng Kai was a little impressed.
"If I remember correctly, did he find a job during the school recruitment process?"
"What is he doing now?"
Zheng Kai asked subconsciously.
Wang Qiang's tone suddenly felt unnatural: "He became an executive of Zhiwang Technology."
The two were silent for a few seconds across the phone.
After a while, Wang Qiang coughed several times, and his voice became urgent and panicked again: "That's not the point. The point is...he is dead."
died?
For a moment, Zheng Kai's expression turned serious.
"How did you die?"
"I heard that there was a home invasion. He was stabbed several times and both hands were cut off. The living room was full of blood. It was very scary."
Although Wang Qiang looks stronger than Zheng Kai, he is actually not very courageous.
Wang Qiang's voice trembled when describing the death of others.
Zheng Kai thought for a moment: "So, the comrades from the police station are asking you to investigate related parties?"
"Not just me, but you too."
"Liao Fan was a branch executive in Zhi'an City. If he dies, all of us old classmates in the same city will be questioned."
Hearing this, Zheng Kai said indifferently.
Now, Wang Qiang was a little uneasy: "I've told you so much, why don't you just say it?"
Zheng Kai is now tortured half to death by the massage chair. How can he care about other people's affairs? What's more, he is still an unimpressive college classmate.
He didn't kill the person.
Questioning is just a process.
There is no need to worry or be nervous at all.
"Qiangzi, what did the comrades from the police station ask, what did you answer, why are you so nervous?! It's not us."
After saying this, Wang Qiang calmed down a little: "You are right to say that."
"But be careful, don't go out wandering around at night, and lock the door."
It's much more dangerous at home than outside.
Murderers are only human beings, but in dreams, they may be facing something.
But these words cannot be said for the time being.
After all, no one would believe it.
Wang Qiang may believe Zheng Kai's words, but this will also make Wang Qiang fall into deep self-blame. After all, he gave this massage chair to Zheng Kai.
After thinking about it for a moment, Zheng Kai didn't say anything about the massage chair.
"Kaizi, someone from the police station is already looking for you. Don't resist. Just follow him to the police station."
"...I am a terrorist, not a rebel. I dare not even think about resisting a public official. You think too highly of me!"
"Come here, we will have dinner together."
"Does the police station take care of the food?" Zheng Kai joked.
The next second, a very cold voice sounded in his ears, which startled Zheng Kai: "The police station not only takes care of food, but also takes care of people."
Looking back, a cold and beautiful face appeared in front of Zheng Kai, holding the ID in his hand: "My name is Su Qing, deputy captain of the Second Brigade of the Northwest City Police Station of Zhi'an City."
Zheng Kai smiled awkwardly.
It was obvious that what he had just said as a joke was overheard.
"Zheng Kai, please come with me when you have time and just ask me a question."
"no problem."
As a good law-abiding citizen, this was the first time Zheng Kai went to a place like the police station.