Chapter 66: Memories of Nightmares

  The other party told me: "If it's really like that, your grandmother will seal your talent, she must have her reasons..."

  At this time, Shu An walked over from the balcony and shouted at me: "It's getting late, let's go!"

  Although he didn't look at me much and his face wasn't very enthusiastic, I knew he was talking to me.

  And I found out that since he came in and saw the corpse, his mood has been very low.

  After all, it was his own kind, the murderer of Suo's soul. It was because the deceased was a spirit that he took action. No one knew if the murderer would continue to be on the left bank, but my intuition told me that there was some conspiracy beginning, and it wouldn't end easily.

  This can't help but remind me of that dream, I vaguely feel that it's some kind of premonition, maybe one day Bao An will also be nailed to the ceiling like a soul searching.

  Although sometimes I hate him, but I remember that on the night I died, in that dark space, his cold hand that grasped me tightly belonged to him.

  At this moment, I saw him bowing his head and walking out quickly. I bid a hasty farewell to Youyou and followed him.

  When I walked downstairs, the aunts and uncles were still there. This time, I was mentally prepared to go through another physical confrontation, but unexpectedly, he stopped in his tracks inside the police line. I bumped into him, and without saying anything, he took my hand. All I felt was an icy chill at my wrist, and my whole body stiffened as I stared blankly at him.

  He didn't even look at me and just pulled me forward like this.

  Aunties and mothers saw us coming over, gave way to him as before, after we easily passed through the crowded place, I asked him with an accelerated heartbeat: "Why is your hand so cold?"

  He suddenly flung my hand away! Yes, it was a fling!

  It's as if my hand was trash, he threw it away so naturally!

  Staring at his back which didn't turn around, I was stunned again, what's going on?

  Before long, I made a careless and listless appearance in his passenger seat, seeing him with one hand on the window and the other holding a lit cigarette.

  I gently closed the car door, and he asked me in a low voice: "Tell me, what kind of me do you see in your dreams?"

  His gaze was distant, staring out at the windshield, and it could be guessed that after seeing the woman's dead body, he was deeply disturbed.

  I couldn't help but wonder if the bewilderment in his eyes at this moment was because he also knew his own fate, and might be afraid of ending up like that woman.

  I sat next to him, because he asked me about that dream, and I unknowingly closed my eyes and started recalling the dream.

  Before long, my memories seemed to have entered the space of that dream. With the opening of the space door, I was able to revisit the scene of that dream once again.

  "The first time I had that dream, I also saw a house full of red candles, you were wearing white clothes, nailed to the ceiling, and you made me look at you, and then I saw... myself..."

  Suddenly my voice trembled, my chest felt like it had been dug a big hole, and I could even clearly feel that my body was in pain.

  Shu An turned his head and asked in puzzlement: "What did you see?"

  I reached out to touch my chest, and at this moment, I really felt the pain of cramping and breaking bones, as if I was nailed to the ceiling myself.

  "No, it's just that I feel...I can tell you're in a lot of pain!" Then, I started to breathe with difficulty and my hands began to shake.

  The other party only then discovered that I was breaking out in a cold sweat, my face pale, feeling unwell, and immediately commanded in a low voice: "Don't recall it, don't recall it again!"

  I took a deep breath, trying to extricate myself from the nightmare, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the handsome face in front of me was etched with concern.