What she is told, the psychiatrist has already told me, is the story of her falling into a brothel, becoming an oiran, encountering two negative men respectively, and dying at the hands of the last negative man.

I didn't interrupt her, let her speak, let her emotions rise and fall like a roller coaster.

After she finished telling the story, she mentioned that her boyfriend looked exactly like the last negative man.

She wanted to throw up when she saw him.

She endured it for a long time.

But in the end, she couldn't hold back.

So, she didn't hold back and killed him.

"Doesn't he deserve to die, you say?" she said, wiping away her tears and touching up her makeup.

She finished her make-up and waited for me to make a statement.

"Are you her past life?" I didn't answer her question, asking the doubts in my heart.

"Yes...... Right?" she wasn't sure.

"And what are you going to do with the corpse next?" I asked, full of rage.

Evil Qi is different from Evil Qi, which can only have a deterrent effect on ghosts or demons, and evil Qi can cause substantial damage to both ghosts and demons.

She didn't react to my evil attacks in the slightest.

There are indeed no ghosts or demons in her.

But she's not the reborn that my grandfather once told me.

A person who is born with memories of a past life is called a reborn person, and a reborn person begins to recover the memories of her past life when she is two years old, and she is already twenty-six or seventeen.

The world is so big that there are no surprises, and her situation, perhaps, is that she was born with two souls living together but the strength is different.

One of the souls has been suppressed, and it has only gradually turned over in the last half a year, and it just so happens that he has not forgotten his past life.

In this way, her previous dream is a sign that she is gradually turning over now.

The dream also allowed the two souls to exchange memories.

But after all, she is not the same as before, so she is a little alienated from the old professor now.

"What?" she was a little stunned, not expecting me to care about corpses.

"Now it is a society governed by the rule of law, and there is a rule that kills people pay for their lives. If you go to jail or the death penalty, the old professor should be sad. "I'll give an explanation.

"I'll try to handle it as well as I can. She frowned slightly.

"Good. I got up and took my leave.

She was amazed at how easily I would leave.

She knew that I was good at my first question after the old professor left, and she had already guessed that I was supposed to be an exorcist hired by the old professor.

She was a little flustered, and she was pretending to be calm.

"Do you think I should leave so easily??" I smiled faintly, reminding her to cherish the present as much as possible since it was already a boat, and don't forget to ask the old professor to send me money.

She hurriedly transferred money to me on the spot, and then sent me to the door to say thank you.

When I got into the elevator, I heard her whispering on the phone to the old professor, no longer deliberately staying outside, she was fully recovered.

I went to the first floor and called my grandfather after coming out of the elevator, mainly telling him to pay attention to his body, and also mentioning the exorcism this time, and then asking him if my guess about the two souls of the main owner was correct.

My grandfather told me that it should be correct and reminded me that it was almost dark and that I should return to Shallow Bay as soon as possible.

After talking to my grandfather on the phone, I went straight back to Shallow Bay.

The goddess has left, and it is said that the total price of double has been successfully exorcized, and it is said that Sister Yu's father has stayed in the water shed since the goddess left, and has never come out again.

As usual, I sailed the boat into the shallow bay and docked, poured out the half-cooked meal in the pot, and went to rest under the middle board of the front cabin.

When I fell asleep again, my dream was still blank.

That kind of blank space is still as far as the eye can see, like a blank paper, without knowing the end, without borders, boundless and with no way out.

This time I was no longer just, from the perspective of a spectator, only to observe the blank space in the dream.

I was in the blank space this time.

I tried to get out of the blank space, but no matter which direction I walked slowly or fast, I couldn't see the end and the boundary, but I was inexplicably sure that the blank space had an end and a boundary.

When I woke up again, it was noon the next day, and my legs were weak.

In the past, Zhuang Zhou's dream was a butterfly, and a lifelike butterfly was also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly or a butterfly's dream?

So, what's going on with my dreams?

I sat up and massaged my legs for a while before leaving under the midboard.

For the next half month, I didn't go ashore again.

I spent most of my time aimlessly puncturing the sea, dreaming of blankness every time I fell asleep, dreaming of myself trying to get out of the blank but never succeeded.

The Tan people in the shallow bay soon forgot about Sister Yu and her mother, except for Sister Yu's father.

He has been in a trance since the exorcism of the goddess, and he never returned to Shallow Bay after a trip to sea, some people say that he may not be able to stand the blow and commit suicide, and some people say that he may have moved to another place.

During this time, my grandfather once took advantage of the darkness to go back to Shallow Bay, brought me a lot of ingredients, and also brought me back a boomerang and taught me how to use it.

Grandpa left again before dawn, and when he left, he asked me if I was still going on, and I seemed to have a lot of dreams after falling asleep, but when I woke up again, I couldn't remember it at all.

I confessed to telling him the truth, and he couldn't figure it out after thinking about it for a long time, and every time I fell asleep, I would dream of nothingness.

He told me that if my dreams changed again, I would tell him as soon as possible.

As soon as I had sent him away at his advice, I began to practice the boomerang in the open.

The boomerang that my grandfather brought was so sharp that even if I was highly focused during practice, I would still get cut frequently.

I spent the next week keeping the boat on the shore, spending the rest of my time practicing boomerang in the open except for eating, drinking, and sleeping.

At the end of the week, the night I finally practiced boomerang, I fell asleep and dreamed of the blank again, and I ran out of the blank without any problems.

It's just that, beyond the blank space, is the ink-splashed darkness that my eyes can't penetrate.

I was so frightened that I stopped and didn't dare to move forward.

I don't know how long it took before I hesitated and began to lift my feet forward.

After taking a few steps, I simply closed my eyes and began to run wildly in any direction, and I ran back to the empty world.

I woke up the moment I ran back into the blank world.

I was stunned, closed my eyes and continued to sleep, hoping to catch up with my original dream again after falling asleep, but I couldn't fall asleep.

I went out of the middle board to fill my stomach first, and after seeing that it was getting dark outside, most of the Tan people in the shallow bay had not rested, so I took out my mobile phone to look at the time.

I slept for three days and three nights.

I was stunned, and then I went back to the center and forced myself to sleep.

I finally fell asleep again, and woke up again without a dream.

It was the next morning.

I was even more stunned.

But there is nothing to be done.

I packed up and then propped the boat into the sea to see if anything was going on on the surface.

The wind is calm and the sea is as clear as a mirror, the thin waves that shine with golden light, you chase me all the way forward, I should be able to see everywhere, there is no abnormality.

I turned back to the shallow sea at noon, pulled the boat over to the island and jumped into the sea, swimming all the way to the bottom of the sea.

I found a sea mussel at the bottom of the sea.

It was stuck in the mud, with only a narrow back peeking out of the mud.

I remembered that some people would specialize in pearl harvesting from sea mussels, so I grabbed the sharp back of the mussel with both hands and shook it from side to side for a while, and then inserted it along the sides of the mussel shell with both hands to pull it out of the mud.

It was about the size of a basin, and I held it on my feet and kicked it to the bottom of the sea, swimming towards the surface.

I swam to the surface and got it to the boat, and when I broke open the shell, I actually found a few pearls, and they were rare blue-black with a metallic luster.

There are many colors of pearls, such as white gold, silver, pink, black, blue, gray and other colors, among which white with a slight rosy red is the best, and blue-black with metallic luster is the best.

Natural black pearls do not come in pure black, or deep blue-black with a slight iridescent sparkle, or black with bronze tones.

I collected the pearls, cooked the mussels, and then went down to the bottom of the sea again.

This time, I purposefully searched for sea mussels, but to no avail.

Sea mussels usually live in the deep sea.

The previous mussel was either swept away by a storm in the shallow waters, or it was brought out of the deep sea and left behind in the shallow waters.

Even the Tan people, who are born with excellent water nature, will not take pearls directly from the bottom of the sea during pearl diving, and will first bring sea mussels to the boat, save a certain amount, and then break the shells one by one to try their luck.

Pearling is extremely dangerous for the average person.

100,000 strong men are half alive and dead, and the dead are often buried in the belly of the fish, which vividly describes the condition of the profession of pearl divers.

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