The actor's mental state is not stable

Chapter 119 The Man on the Tile Roof

This movie is too bloody and violent, Huo Yunting is really afraid that he is thinking about being shot in the head suddenly.

I lit a cigarette and thought about it for a while, and suddenly I had an idea in my heart.

He called his subordinate, and after a while, someone brought a large box of alarm watches to him.

Huo Yunting adjusted them one by one, and finally woke up suddenly when he heard the familiar beep.

Opening his eyes, he was surrounded by pitch black.I looked at the alarm clock, it was just 01:30.

I can't sleep tonight.

Turn on the light, light a cigarette, sit on the bed and meditate.

To others it might just be a nightmare, but to Huo Yunting himself, it was like walking through the gates of hell.

That night, Huo Yunting didn't sleep all night.

I don't dare to sleep.

At six or seven o'clock in the morning, Huang Bo had already woken up, but unexpectedly he didn't hear Huo Yunting's punch.

People who get up on time at five o'clock every day to practice martial arts are also lazy today?

Go to Huo Yunting's house and see that the light is on and the person is awake.

"Old Huo, why didn't you punch today?"

"I'm tired, stop playing."

"Then you have a good rest, I'm going to Beijing Film Studio."

"Walk slowly."

At around nine o'clock, Huo Yunting called Dr. Yang.

If he hadn't become famous, he would have found a psychiatric department in any awesome hospital.

But now he is considered a little famous, and he has a brokerage company, so people will watch him go to the psychiatric department, and this matter will be on the news tomorrow.

Maybe my rumor is stronger than Liu Yifei's.

And since he has been famous for so long, Doctor Yang, the only outsider who knows, has to talk to him.

"Hello? Doctor Yang, I want to see you again. When do you think this is the right time?"

"I still can't understand it on the phone, so I have to talk to you face to face."

"Huh? Retired?"

"Why doesn't this good expert do it—then where are you now?"

"Hey, your hometown is in Zhejiang. Where exactly?"

"Xitang Ancient Town? Then where can I find you?"

"Okay, then I'm going to nag you."

After hanging up the phone, Huo Yunting frowned, and sent a message to Zhang Debang, asking him to book a ticket to Zhejiang for him.

It doesn't matter if he's retired, but he's not in the hospital, and it's not easy for him to be photographed secretly.

On November 22, Huo Yunting came to the ancient town of Xitang in Zhejiang alone.

He couldn't let others know about his illness, so he didn't take Zhang Debang with him.

Xitang Ancient Town is full of people, and it looks like a tourist attraction.

There are large waterways, and small boats pass by from time to time on the river.

Huo Yunting felt a little emotional for a while, "This is the water city in the east."

Take a closer look, okay, this place is a tourist attraction, and it is still 4A level. Not far away, there is a tour guide holding a small flag to lead people around.

This Xitang ancient town is different from other scenic spots, it is not a pure scenic spot.There are more than two to 3000 families in the middle of the ancient town, with about 8000 people.

Doctor Yang is one of them.

To ask him how he knew these messy news, someone stuffed him with a business card.

Passing through the periphery of the ancient town, all the way to the middle, I saw a white-haired old man wearing glasses smiling and greeting him.

"Doctor Yang, long time no see."

"Long time no see, long time no see." Dr. Yang looked at the big and small bags in Huo Yunting's hand, and pushed his glasses cheerfully, "Hey, come as soon as you come, what else do you bring?"

"That can't be done, this etiquette can't be forgotten."

The two chatted and went to Dr. Yang's house.

This area is full of tile houses with upturned eaves and corners, which are antique.

Dr. Yang's wife didn't get up early, and his children were all working out of town, so he was the only one at home.

Huo Yunting felt relieved, he could say some things freely.

Putting down the things, Doctor Yang made him a cup of tea, "Yunting, we don't have ink stains anymore, there may be other things at this moment, let's just talk about this disease."

Huo Yunting nodded, "Doctor Yang, what you said is correct, it can indeed suppress the disease."

"I can see it. From the moment I saw you get the best actor nomination, I knew it must be the right way."

Huo Yunting was silent for a moment.

Doctor Yang shook his head with a smile, "I, when I'm old, I just want to be quiet and at ease. I don't care about fame or fortune."

Huo Yunting breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you."

"Okay, okay, just talk about the disease." Doctor Yang took a sip of tea slowly, "Is this hallucination more serious and more frequent?"

"No, I can now reproduce the plots of various movies from my dreams."

"..."

"What the hell?"

Huo Yunting omitted the strange thing, didn't mention the shadow, and just said that he could fall into the dream.

But even so, Dr. Yang's jaw still didn't close for a long time.

After listening to him briefly speaking, Doctor Yang was completely messed up at the table.

"No, you Yunting, wait a moment, you mean you can have all kinds of lucid dreams every night now?"

Dr. Yang quickly turned over the pen and paper, wrote down Huo Yunting's symptoms briefly on the paper, and frowned for a long time.

This lucid dream probably means being able to maintain self-awareness in the dream.

Huo Yunting looked at Doctor Yang's facial features that were about to wrinkle together and nodded, "Yes."

Fortunately, he didn't talk about Ying and the strange snake and gall. If Dr. Yang knew about it, there would probably be one more unsolved mystery in the world.

But even so, Doctor Yang still felt very difficult.

Seeing his difficult appearance, Huo Yunting comforted him, "Doctor Yang, I don't want to be cured, I just want to know how to control the dream and get out of the dream."

"..."

Doctor Yang looked at him cautiously, his heart pounding.

Two or three years ago, he worked so hard to cure the disease, but now he has given up the treatment?

I haven't seen him for several years, this kid doesn't really have some kind of split personality disorder, does he?

Feeling a little flustered, I quietly moved the stool back.

Thinking about it in my heart, I considered opening my mouth.

"Your illness... How should I put it, it's actually a little bit out of the scope of mental illness."

He glanced at him cautiously again, "It is now developing in the direction of metaphysics..."

"Doctor Yang, just tell me if it can be cured."

Doctor Yang's heart thumped again, and he quickly said that he could cure it, even if he couldn't, he was really an expert in psychology...

Dr. Yang was about to cause trouble, so he gave him the phone numbers of those psychologists, when the tiles on the roof suddenly vibrated regularly.

"Ta Ta Ta Ta Ta..."

"Damn it, there was an earthquake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Yunting realized something was wrong.

The ground didn't move.

And the tiles vibrated from far to near, as if... someone was running on the roof?

"Yunting——"

"I understand. Doctor Yang, I'll take a look."

He jumped up the wooden spiral ladder in two or three steps, hooked the eaves of the house and jumped to the roof, and saw a man on the tiled house in the distance, looking back while running.

Judging by the hair and appearance, he is a Westerner.

When he turned around, he saw that he had said something else.

Huo Yunting could tell from his mouth shape that he said wtf (what the f*ck).

In Chinese terms, it is probably, what are the situations.

(End of this chapter)