I've been dreaming. In my dreams, I saw Cao Ke's distorted face countless times, I dreamed that she stretched out her hand to wrap around me, heard her suppressed voice, and could even clearly smell the smell of dirt on her body, everything was too real.

When I woke up, I still had palpitations in my heart.

Perhaps for ordinary people, this is just a simple nightmare, and a little more scientific will be interpreted as a projection of the inner subconscious, and the iceberg of consciousness will completely surface in the dream. But only I know that as a celestial master, we have the closest connection with ghosts, and what I see is the last wisp of Cao Ke's residual thoughts before he died.

In that case, she chose me. Last night, a spiritualist ritual gave me a brief connection with her who was alone, and I was like the last straw to grasp. Why bother, people can't be resurrected after death, and I don't want to pursue it any further.

I floated out of bed and noticed that the paper figure that had been placed on the table last night had stood up on its own, presumably because the search had yielded results. I pulled out a map of the city from the storage box next to the couch – I had just crossed over to find out what was going on – and I didn't expect it to come in handy now.

I put the atlas on the table, and the paper man took the initiative to open it, and laboriously flipped through the pages. After waiting for a moment, it stopped on one of the pages, a map of Fengbo Village, a county in the northwestern suburbs of the city. Unexpectedly, Cao Ke's body was actually seventy kilometers away from the city center, and this discovery really surprised me.

The paper figure wandered around the page of the map, and suddenly burned itself, turning into a pinch of red powder on the map. This should be the exact location of Cao Ke's body, I circled the powder with a pen, the map does not indicate any buildings here, only that on the south side of Fengbo Village, about a kilometer away, there is a marked Fuping supermarket, and there is a sewage river flowing through the village on the left.

I took my phone and slowly sent a text message to Guan Linlin, which roughly meant to tell her that I had found Cao Ke to see when she had time, and I would tell her in person. The dead are the greatest, and I think it's better to say this kind of thing in person.

The text message came and I had to wander around the house with nothing to do. Is this over? I don't know. Now that the life and death of the person is known, and the location of the body has been roughly found, all I have to do now is to wait at home for the balance to arrive, and then hand over the money to the landlord. However, my uneasiness was still strong, and I felt like a machine disturbed by some kind of radio wave, unable to function properly for a moment.

Why do you have to have a conscience when you are a ghost, I looked at my translucent body, and then at the wall behind me that did not have a single shadow. The warm afternoon sun shone on the wall white and dazzling, but I clearly saw two big words on the wall that were bleeding - "Save me". When I blinked and looked again, the wall was empty.

It seems that Cao Ke's resentment is very deep, and she insists on asking me to help her. I feel helpless, I'm a half-hung heavenly master, I don't want to talk about it, and I can't move during the day, how can I help her. I'm floating around the house in circles, and if turning in circles helps me think, I'm sure I can come up with a hundred solutions.

It doesn't seem like there's no way, isn't upstairs a solution? I was so excited that I wanted to slap my hands through each other. Yesterday, the little policeman upstairs just said that he would serve the people, and he was still on call, and it was better to choose a day than to hit the day, so I would have a hard time.

I felt a sense of relief at the thought of this, and staggered through the ceiling and sneaked into the house of my new neighbor upstairs. I really don't know when he was settled, but the eighth-floor apartment that was still a few days ago is now full of wings, with all kinds of furniture and appliances. The whole room is clean and simple, there is no smell of sweat, the bedding is meticulously folded into tofu blocks, and there is a stack of books on criminal investigation on the bedside table.

There aren't many boys who are so strict with themselves now, and looking around his room with rackets, barbells, and even all kinds of kitchen utensils, not to mention it, my favorability for this new neighbor has increased a little. But how to get him to help, I was unhurriedly patrolling Li Luo's house, this kind of peeping into other people's privacy is indeed addictive, and the story that happened in the back window is not for no reason.

Suddenly, the wall at the back of the restaurant caught my eye. Directly in front of the dining table hung a large whiteboard, which he seemed to use as a temporary work area, so that he could work while eating. On his dining table are stacked file bags, a map of the city and a roll of red wool, and a whiteboard with pins attached to photographs with keywords written on them. I went up and carefully distinguished, and it was basically a case of theft and fraud.

Since this little policeman is a criminal policeman, it is easier to deal with it, and I was worried that if he was a railway policeman or a judicial policeman, I would have to return in vain. I floated to the table, with the idea of this whiteboard, and then took out the arm-long map of the city from the table, and used the thumbtacks to fix the four corners of the map to the whiteboard. Then, I squinted my eyes to find out the approximate location of Cao Ke's body from the map, and specially selected a brightly colored red pin to tie on it.

It doesn't seem to be conspicuous enough. I looked around and noticed the big red marker in the recess of the whiteboard. I had to make sure he noticed at a glance, so I picked up a marker, wrote huge words "save me" and "resentment" on the map, painted a blood-dripping effect, and then threw an arrow to point to the location of the incident.

It's obvious that there's still a lack of artistic impact. Then I found the end of the yarn and wound it from the red pushpin to the four corners of the pushpin, forming a network of red wool that stretched out in the center of the four directions, and the momentum was magnificent.

It was a perfect piece of art, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud as I looked at the work I had put up with all my engrossed attention, imagining the surprise of the police comrades when they came home and saw it. In any case, I hope to help Cao Ke, and after making sure that it is correct, I drifted back to my room the way I came.

The sun's rays gradually dimmed, and the buildings outside the window were not as brilliant as they were in the novel, but rather like a layer of rust. I waited intently for the switch that belonged to me to be turned on by the night.