I have no intention of spoiling the atmosphere of the scene.

I turned my back to answer the phone in front of everyone's attention.

The call is to find me to exorcise evil spirits, and the amount of the reward is also explained that it is the price regardless of whether it is successful or not, if the success reward is doubled, I hope to meet with me as soon as possible and talk about the specific situation in detail.

I hung up the phone, turned off the stove, put the boat to the shore, and then went to the meeting place mentioned by my employer.

Before I stepped out of the beach, the goddess continued not to speak again.

The employer was an old professor, and the place of his meeting was his home.

His home is simply decorated, with bookcases full of books.

It was his daughter who had the accident.

He has taken his daughter to the hospital for a check-up and has taken her to see a psychiatrist, but to no avail.

His daughter has a good personality and is beautiful, and she also has a boyfriend with excellent feelings.

I just don't know exactly when it started, about half a year ago, his daughter began to dream about another woman's life.

Ever since the dream, the dream had invaded his daughter's entire sleeping world.

That dream made his daughter gradually have a delusion, thinking that it was his own experience.

After his daughter realized that she had gradually developed delusions, she asked him for help as soon as possible, and then took the medicine prescribed by the psychiatrist on time, and adjusted her mentality over and over again with a positive attitude, but it still didn't work.

The woman in the dream is like a terrible parasite, eating away at her world, her thoughts, her everything.

Her singing voice has changed, her walking posture is different from before, and her treatment of people is even more different.

She panicked because her change was in the direction of the woman in her dreams.

She suspected that she had a split personality, but the psychiatrist could not give an exact answer.

He struggled with the lack of a scientific solution to the problem, so he asked me.

He had contact with his daughter's psychiatrist before I arrived.

The psychiatrist knew his daughter's situation in more detail than he did.

He wanted me and the psychiatrist to work together to help his daughter solve her problems.

"What exactly is the dream?" I was asking, and there was a knock on the door.

It was a psychiatrist who came.

After a brief pleasantry, the psychiatrist gave him the answer to my question.

The psychiatrist spoke in great detail, and I only picked out the key points.

The protagonist in the dream is born in a poor family.

When she was very young, her father died in hard labor, and her mother died of tuberculosis after a few years.

As a young child, she was placed in foster care at her uncle's house.

Then, her aunt sold her to a brothel without her uncle's knowledge.

Accustomed to a hard life, she entered the brothel and felt the heavens, and envied the girls for eating well and dressing well, so she studied and practiced the pipa diligently.

Subsequently, at the Oiran Conference, she relied on a good pipa and a look that was enough to hook the soul of any man, and became the top brand of the brothel.

The people who admired her were like carp crossing the river, and she made a little trick and asked her mother to promise her to choose her guests freely.

At this time, she met the first man she liked.

The man was powerful but hid his background from her, and he didn't redeem him for her, and finally said goodbye.

Later, she met a second man she liked.

Although this man is full of poetry and books, he is only a poor talent and has a lady in the family, but she is willing to do whatever it takes, and when she learns that the man wants to buy an official position, she takes out all her savings.

When she slipped out of the brothel with all her gold and silver savings and arrived at the appointed place, the man took her life with money in one hand and life in the other.

When she collapsed in a pool of blood, the man thought she had returned to the West Heaven and told her the reason why he wanted to kill her.

She wasn't dead yet, so she heard why.

It turned out that the one who secretly sold the official was the first man she liked.

He was upset when he heard that someone was talking about him and her and the second man she liked, so he seduced the second man she liked with his official position.

As long as the second man she liked helped him get rid of her and quelled the rumors, he let the second man she liked sit in the position of Qipinzhi County.

"What do you think of her condition?" I inquired after the psychiatrist's words.

"The dream of Zhuang Zhou in the past is a butterfly, and a lifelike butterfly is also. I don't know if Zhou's dream is a butterfly or a butterfly's dream is Zhou?" The psychiatrist was silent for a while to give an answer.

He refers to a passage from Zhuangzi's Theory of Things.

I know this passage that is about Zhuangzi's dream of a butterfly, a very vivid and vivid butterfly, flying happily among the flowers.

After Zhuangzi woke up from a dream, he didn't know whether he dreamed that the butterfly became himself, or the butterfly dreamed that he became Zhuang Zhou.

"Zhuangzi only knows that the butterfly dream is profound, but does he know that the butterfly is not the embodiment of his previous life?" I said and decided to read more in the future.

If I don't know this passage, I still need to check the translation on the spot.

"What do you mean? You mean...... What she dreamed of was actually her past life?!" The old professor was so excited that he stood up from his seat.

"She told me today that the second man of her dreams looks exactly like her current boyfriend. The psychologist's words made the old professor sit down.

"She never told me about it. He was her first love, and she had a boyfriend with him, and the relationship between the two was very deep. How tormented she must have been. The old professor was at a loss for what to do, and he was so distressed that he wiped his tears.

"It's so deep that you can die for each other without hesitation, and once you break up, you won't be able to live again?" My inquiry in a faint tone abruptly stopped the old professor's tears.

The old professor was surprised that my viciousness was cold, and the psychiatrist began to see if I was sick.

"Call her alone. I'm in a hurry. I looked down at my thin, thin hands, and suddenly tears rolled down my cheeks.

The old professor contacted his daughter about the phone, and the psychiatrist left with his leave.

While we continued to wait for the Lord to arrive, the old professor and I were very silent.

I blinked my eyes and tried to suppress the tears, but the corners of my eyes were still moist.

I hurriedly wiped the corners of my eyes, but I couldn't wipe them dry.

So I borrowed the bathroom of the old professor's house, closed the door, hid my face, and wept and grieved.

The little monk is dead, but I am still alive.

This is the greatest punishment I have ever forsaken him.

At this moment, I didn't dare to try to see him again by burning him paper, and make sure that he was not gone.

I'm afraid he won't come.

I'm afraid he's gone.

I knew very well that either of the two outcomes would break down my emotions again.

I stayed in the bathroom until I got downstairs and finally stopped crying.

After I came out of the bathroom, the old professor told me that the main lord had arrived downstairs, and told me to ask questions slowly after we met later, and try not to scare the main lord.

He hasn't mentioned me to the Lord, who doesn't know who I am.

I smiled lightly and nodded yes, and the old professor went to open the door and stood at the door with slippers waiting for his daughter.

It didn't take long for the main owner to arrive by elevator.

She wears light makeup, her face is pale and has a kind of sickly beauty, and every gesture has an indescribable taste, which is about charm.

There was no fear in her eyes, and her attitude towards the old professor was slightly detached.

In my eyes, she didn't have the slightest sign of being possessed by a ghost, and there were no ghosts following her.

She is, addicted to the dream scene and unable to extricate herself, has been, perhaps the dream woman in her previous life has been completely assimilated?

So, she is now she and she is not her.

Now she is not so much her as the woman of her dreams.

It took fifty minutes from the time she received the call to the time she arrived, her hair was fluffy, her clothes were not wrinkled, let alone stained, and it looked like she had taken a shower, changed her clothes and reapplied her makeup before going out.

Even though she wore perfume, I still smelled a faint smell of blood.

When she entered the house, she asked the old professor who I was, and the old professor told her that I was his friend's child, and that I had something to do here, so I came to see him for my parents.

Then the old professor chatted with her for a while, and then left the scene under my instructions.

"You killed him?" I asked directly after the old professor left.

She was slightly surprised for a moment, and then calmly walked over to me and sat down across from me.

She and I looked at each other in silence for about three minutes.

I smiled faintly, and her eyes were cold.

Next, she suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, and when she spoke again, she was already soft and charming, and at the same time, tears fell out of her eyes.

Her tears, one line like water, one line like blood.

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