How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 246 Mental illness?
Zhang Wen looked at the smugness and cunning that flashed across the reporter's eyes, and didn't say much. He just reached into his pocket and took out a piece of blue candy, which was wrapped in transparent plastic and looked crystal clear.

He just picked it up from the coffee shop.

"Eat this candy." Zhang Wen handed the candy over.

"Eat candy? Is this the condition you mentioned?" Wu Qing asked doubtfully, thinking: Isn't this too simple?
"Yes."

"..."

Wu Qing scratched his head, completely unable to guess the other party's intention.

He took the candy and looked at it. This kind of candy was very common. Some cafes and cake shops had such candies. In addition to blue, there were many other colors.

Could it be that the other party did something to this piece of candy?
He looked at it carefully again and didn't find anything wrong. There was nothing else in the transparent plastic package except sugar, unless there was something wrong with the sugar itself.

As the old saying goes: There must be something wrong when things are unexpected!
Wu Qing hesitated.

If the other person handed him a knife and asked him to cut his arm, he would definitely do as the other person asked without hesitation.

But it was a piece of sweet candy that made him feel that things were not that simple.

The two are not friends. Strictly speaking, their relationship is that of enemies and rivals. How can you give candy to an enemy?
This must not be an ordinary piece of candy.

"Are you going to eat it or not?" Zhang Wen asked impatiently, then pulled out a handful of candies from his pocket, at least twenty pieces. "From now on, every five seconds, you have to eat one more piece of candy. Start counting, 5..."

Before he could even call out the number 2, Wu Qing opened the wrapper, threw the candy inside directly into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

In addition to the sweetness, there is also a light salty taste, which should be the sea salt flavor of sugar.

"I've finished eating. Can you give me my phone back now?" Wu Qing said.

When he saw the other person grab so much candy, his doubts were mostly gone. Who would carry so much poison with them? Wouldn't that be courting death?
"Okay." Zhang Wen didn't hesitate and directly threw the phone to the other party.

Wu Qing happily took the phone, his hands shaking with excitement. He quickly unlocked the password and deleted all the conversations in WeChat.

Looking at the clean WeChat interface, Wu Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

Threat, no more.

"Mr. Bodyguard, goodbye, no, never see you again." Wu Qing said with a smile, then waved his hand and turned to leave.

"Did I let you go?" Zhang Wen said with a faint smile on his face.

Wu Qing stopped when he heard this, his face full of smugness as if his evil plan had succeeded. He smiled and asked, "If you don't let me go, then why can't I leave? Who do you think you are?"

"Oh?" Zhang Wen narrowed his eyes and looked at the reporter a few steps away. "From your tone, it seems that you don't intend to do what I asked you to do before?"

"What's the matter? I didn't hear anything." Wu Qing blinked and pretended to know nothing. "Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I'm leaving."

"It's nothing big, actually. I just want to tell you that I have recorded everything in your phone," said Zhang Wen.

"!"

Wu Qing shuddered, his expression frozen, but he quickly returned to normal. He rolled his eyes and said nonchalantly, "It's okay. Just record it. I won't admit it, and then I'll say you fabricated the chat history for Bai Lu. Let's see whether netizens believe you or me. Don't forget, I'm a reporter. You're too naive to try to play a propaganda game with me."

After saying that, he stretched out his index finger and waved it in the direction of Zhang Wen.

Zhang Wen was very calm. In fact, he just wanted to know how the other party would respond after he got the chat records.

Now I know.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Zhang Wen laughed and clapped his hands, applauding the other person's shamelessness. "Since you're so awesome, guess why I'm giving you candy?"

Wu Qing's heart tightened, and he suddenly had a bad premonition.

Is there really poison in that candy?
However, my head didn’t hurt, my stomach didn’t hurt, nothing hurt anywhere, and the sweetness of sugar still lingered in my mouth.

"Haha, I get it." Wu Qing suddenly smiled and said, "You're trying to scare me on purpose, right? I won't fall for your trick."

"Scare you? Do you feel anxious, irritable, and dizzy now?" Zhang Wen asked.

Wu Qing felt it carefully and his face suddenly turned extremely ugly.

He felt no pain all over his body just now, so he thought he was fine, but after the other party reminded him, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

It is a kind of psychological and spiritual discomfort.

As a journalist, he knew very well that compared to physical pain, psychological and mental torture was more devastating.

"You, what did you do to me? What kind of medicine did you just give me?" Wu Qing asked stutteringly, his voice filled with deep fear.

Is it a mental poison?
"Medicine? I didn't give you medicine. I said it was candy." Zhang Wen said with a smile.

However, this smiling face looked like a devil in Wu Qing's eyes.

At this moment, Wu Qing suddenly remembered that the man still had a lot of poison in his pocket, so he threatened: "You, give me the antidote quickly, or I will call the police!"

"Whatever." Zhang Wen said nonchalantly, then stood up, dusted off his butt, and walked towards the area where functional shared bicycles were parked not far away.

Seeing that the other party wanted to escape, Wu Qing rushed over and hugged the other party's arm without caring whether he could beat him or not, and shouted: "You can't leave, you haven't given me the antidote yet."

"Antidote? People who don't keep their promises should endure psychological and mental torture. There is no antidote." Zhang Wen said lightly.

He had long been on guard against the other party going back on their word. Giving him candy was just an excuse, and the real reward was to reward him with two intermediate negative personality derivatives.

One is thrown on the opponent's arm, and the attributeless intermediate negative personality derivative directly transforms into a negative monster. The other is thrown on the opponent's heart, and transforms into an anxious monster.

With the existence of these two intermediate negative personality derivatives, the career of the other reporter has come to an end.

When Wu Qing heard this, he was even more certain that the candy was poisonous. Seeing a police patrol passing by the park entrance, he immediately shouted in that direction: "Police, police! This man tricked me into taking poison! Come and catch him! He's trying to escape!"

When the people around heard the shouting, they all looked over, their eyes full of curiosity.

poison?

The shouting is louder than the sound of square dancing, how can it sound like poisoning?

You've read too many martial arts novels.

The police officers nearby also came over, and the pretty female police officer among them asked in a routine manner, "What's going on?"

"Comrade police, he tricked me into eating candy and then poisoned me." Wu Qing said loudly.

When the policewoman heard the loud voice, she couldn't help but frowned, then stood aside, looked at Zhang Wen and asked, "Did you poison the candy?" "No, how could I do that?" Zhang Wen said innocently.

"Comrade police officer, don't listen to his excuses. After eating the candy he gave me, I felt uncomfortable all over, with palpitations, shortness of breath, and headaches. By the way, he still has a lot of poison in his pocket. If you don't believe me, you can search it." Wu Qing pointed at Zhang Wen's shirt pocket.

When the two policemen heard Wu Qing's clear and concise words, they immediately looked over, their eyes full of vigilance.

"Take out the candy." The policewoman said with a serious expression.

Zhang Wen obediently took out all the candies in his pocket and explained, "I picked these up at a cafe. They had a lot of candies like this. I really like them, so I grabbed a handful before leaving. If you don't believe me, you can go ask."

After saying that, in order to prove that these candies were not poisonous, he opened one and put it in his mouth.

"It's not yellow, it's blue." Wu Qing said.

Zhang Wen opened another blue candy, put it in his mouth, chewed it and swallowed it.

When the police and onlookers saw that Zhang Wen was fine, they turned their eyes to Wu Qing, their eyes seemed to be asking: People have already eaten, what else do you have to say?

Wu Qing stared at Zhang Wen in shock. Seeing that he was fine, he was completely bewildered. After a while, he suddenly remembered something and said loudly, "He has the antidote. Yes, he must have the antidote. The person who poisoned him always carries the antidote with him."

"..."

The female police officer looked at Wu Qing suspiciously, wondering if this man had read too many Jin Yong novels and become addicted.

She had encountered poisoning cases before. People who poisoned others usually bought ready-made medicines from pharmacies or pesticide stores. How could they research the medicine themselves and make the antidote at the same time?
"Why did you give him candy?" the male policeman suddenly looked at Zhang Wen and asked.

"It's a friendly gesture," Zhang Wen said calmly, "just like when many people pass cigarettes to each other. I don't smoke, so I can only offer candy."

The male policeman thought about it and felt that this reason was reasonable.

When children show their friendliness, don’t they always start by giving each other a piece of candy?
"You, you're talking nonsense." Wu Qing looked at the police beside him, "Quickly arrest him and search him. He must have the antidote on him."

"What if we can't find it?" Zhang Wen asked.

"Then take him back to the police station and lock him up until he tells the truth." Wu Qing said hatefully.

"..."

The two policemen were speechless.

The onlookers were very rude, and one person directly asked: "Is this person mentally ill?"

Someone nearby echoed, "Of course he is. I think we should arrest him."

"I'm so scared I don't even dare to offer a cigarette to anyone."

"Giving cigarettes is nothing. I don't even dare to sell anything anymore. I can't even run my store if I run into a psychopath like this one day."

"..."

When Wu Qing heard what the people around him were saying, he immediately became furious and yelled at the woman who had just spoken. "Who's the psychopath? You're the psychopath. Your whole family is psychopathic. I'm a reporter, an entertainment news reporter."

The onlookers were all stunned. No one expected that the person who was shouting that he was poisoned would actually attack others.

This is not poisoning, it's clearly rabies.

The male police officer also reacted at this time and quickly grabbed Wu Qing, saying, "If you have something to say, talk to me. Don't hit me."

The beaten woman came to her senses and reached out to grab Wu Qing's face, cursing, "You dare to hit me? I'll beat you to death, you psychopath."

The next moment, three red scratches appeared on Wu Qing's face.

Wu Qing only felt a burning pain on his face, and the rage in his heart was even stronger. He ignored the police who stopped him and raised his hand to fight back, "Fuck you, you are the psychopath, you old lady, why don't you just die..."

"Don't think I won't hit you because you're mentally ill. Today I'm going to beat you up." The old lady was not at all shy and specifically grabbed Wu Qing's face.

The uncles and aunts who were dancing with the aunt also joined the battle and surrounded Wu Qing. Some grabbed his hair, some grabbed his clothes, and some grabbed his face. It was a mess for a while.

There were also some people who stood still and did not dare to move, simply watching the fun. After all, one side was a mental patient and the other side was a group of square dance aunties. Both sides had extremely high combat power and usually dominated one side. If they had not practiced kung fu for more than ten years, they would have been slapped twice even if they went in to stop the fight. Even if Tang Monk came, he would have been beaten to death.

Zhang Wen stood in the crowd, using his body to protect the square dancing aunt who was being beaten. After all, this matter was related to him. If he hadn't thrown a mid-level negative personality derivative at Wu Qing's liver and directly transformed into an angry monster, the aunt wouldn't have been hit so hard.

"Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"Stop, everyone stop!"

"Whoever does it again will follow me to the police station!"

The two policemen took turns shouting.

As soon as they heard that they were going to the police station, the old man and the old woman's emotions immediately calmed down a lot. Although they were not afraid of going to the police station, no one wanted to cause trouble for their children.

At this time, Wu Qing's face was covered with bruises and countless red scratches. Not a single piece of his clothes was intact, and his pants were covered with footprints.

In comparison, the uncles and aunties were much more respectable. Apart from their clothes being a little messy and their hair being a little messy, no one was injured. Only the first auntie who was beaten had some redness and swelling on her face.

The two policemen breathed a sigh of relief at this time. If the fighting continued like this, they would have no choice but to call for help.

"Comrade police, let's go back to the police station to deal with the matter between him and me. We should investigate and punish those who need to be punished, so as not to bring harm to other people." Zhang Wen said to the two policemen.

After hearing this, the female police officer strongly agreed with this suggestion. If the mentally ill person next to her continued to go crazy here, the consequences would be disastrous.

"Let's go back to the police station." The male police officer grabbed Wu Qing's wrist tightly, fearing that he would hit someone again.

"Let me go, I can walk on my own!" Wu Qing said angrily, then turned back to look at the elderly men and women who were besieging him and said harshly, "Just wait for me, I won't let you go."

The male policeman was immediately furious. He threatened people in front of him. Did he still take him seriously?
Looking at the angry old men and women, the male policeman took out handcuffs without saying a word, handcuffed Wu Qing, grabbed his arms and walked towards the police car.

"Be quiet, don't talk, and leave!"

"Why are you handcuffing me? I am innocent, I am a victim, you are all in the same gang, I want to complain against you!" Wu Qing started yelling again.

The male police officer was at his wit's end. The last thing he wanted to encounter in this line of work was a mentally ill person. Nothing he said would work, so he could only say, "Okay, okay, go to the police station and file a complaint against us."

He now had only one thought, which was to take the person to the police station as soon as possible.

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(End of this chapter)