An hour later, He Wan'er came out of the pharmacy with a disappointed face.

She went to more than a dozen pharmacies, and none of them dared to sell her sleeping pills — even if she said she only wanted a few pills and was willing to pay a high price, no one dared to take the risk.

It's a prescription drug, and she can't buy it without a doctor's order – who knows if you're really insomniac, or if you're going to kill yourself?

However, a pharmacist suggested that she go to the hospital to have a look, and He Guaner was full of promises at that time, but after lingering at the nearest hospital gate for a while, she still went home.

If she goes to the hospital in such a situation, which department should she hang up?

Even on the verge of collapse, she was not ready to confide in a doctor other than Ke Zhifang about her problem.

She was afraid to show her wounds to others again, to be taken as crazy, and even more afraid of the scrutinizing eyes of strangers.

It was noon when I got home.

He Wan'er didn't feel hungry, but he still felt that he should eat something.

There is nothing left at home, only instant noodles.

She boiled water to soak instant noodles, and just stirred the plastic fork and broke it in two, so she had to throw away the plastic fork and find chopsticks.

I was thirsty halfway through eating, but I found that the drinking bucket was empty. It was easy to dig out the last can of Coke Zero from the refrigerator, and when I pulled the pull ring, the pull ring broke off from the interface.

It's really not going well.

He Wan'er was extremely upset, and his tinnitus was getting worse and worse, and the whistling sound had almost drowned out the roar of the pile driver work on the inner ring road in the distance.

She finally couldn't control her emotions and swept the things off the coffee table to the ground.

There were overturned bowls of instant noodles rolling on the floor, soup with a little oil star filling half the room, Coke cans poured into the corner of the table, and soda bubbling out of the small opening where the ring had been broken, spreading a layer of bubbles on the floor.

He Wan'er gasped, and for some reason the content of that dream suddenly flooded out of his mind.

Pale green ripples, blood-red eyes, and a call.

Then came a dense suffocation, as if her chest had been pressed against a large rock, and she was about to lose the ability to breathe.

In a panic, she saw her messy shadow reflected on the glass of the balcony sliding door.

It wasn't so clear, but she could tell her own dull complexion, her pale lips, and the tear stains in the corners of her eyes.

She was so emaciated that she almost didn't recognize herself.

Do you really have to jump out the window to end this nightmarish experience?

He Wan'er walked towards the balcony in a daze, and as soon as his hand touched the sliding door, a mobile phone rang behind him.

The piano version of Super Mario's background music is Ke Zhifang's dedicated ringtone.

He Wan'er was stunned, and immediately came to his senses, only to feel that the bell had become the most pleasant music in the world.

She turned and ran, found her phone from a pile of clutter on the couch, and hurriedly picked it up.

"Hey?" Ke Zhifang's warm voice came from the earpiece.

Just one word brought a strong sense of security, and her tinnitus that had lasted for a week stopped, and there was a temporary peace in her ears.

Ke Zhifang waited quietly for a few seconds and said, "I'm back." ”

He Wan'er wanted to speak, but found that his voice was so hoarse that he couldn't spit out a word.

"I just got off the plane and saw you make more than a dozen calls, what's wrong, there's something urgent?"

Without hearing He Guan'er's answer, Ke Zhifang continued.

She opened her mouth and finally said with difficulty, "I dreamed." ”

"Are you dreaming?" On the phone, Ke Zhifang repeated the content of her words, and his voice was a little unreal and distant.

"Yes," He Wan'er almost choked up and said a word, and then his mind went blank, not knowing where to start.

After a while, she heard her own voice: "I want to see you." ”

Incomparably aggrieved.

"I'll come right over. Ke Zhifang slowed down his voice, "Your current situation is not suitable for going out." ”

After thirty minutes of restless waiting, the doorbell rang.

As soon as He Waner opened the door, he saw Ke Zhifang behind the door.

He gasped slightly, his white face flushed slightly.

"Why is it so fast?" He Wan'er was stunned, "Isn't there a traffic jam?"

"It's blocked, I ran here. He smiled, a sense of relief in his eyes, "Alright, let's get started." ”

He Wan'er nodded, and turned around to look at the messy living room.

She cleaned up everything she had knocked over just now, and the floor was hastily mopped, but the smell of instant noodles filled the house, and she hadn't cleaned up the house at all these days, and the garbage heap at home was like this, and there was almost no place to put her feet.

She inappropriately remembered that Ke Zhifang was a very clean person, so her sloppy room wouldn't disgust Dr. Ke away, right?

He Waner was in a hurry and wanted to pack up a place to sit and come out, but was stopped by Ke Zhifang.

"Sit down, I'll come. ”

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and looked around the room.

The old house in the 90s has been renovated and furnished, but it can't hide the old inside, the house is not so tidy, the floor is greasy, and the eyes are full of debris and garbage.

He Guan'er has such a strong character, if it weren't for the huge pressure or the imminent collapse, he would not let himself be decadent to live in such an environment.

Fortunately, he returned in time, the current situation is still under his control, and it is difficult to say if it is too late.

Ke Zhifang rolled up his sleeves, packed the clutter on the sofa into a pile and carried it to the bathroom, and then asked her from a distance of one meter, "What did you dream of?"

He Wan'er stood in place in a daze, like a dream: "I...... I don't know, there is water, there is a pair of eyes, and a voice is calling me. I felt like I was drowning, I wanted to scream, but I couldn't, and there was blood in my mouth. ”

She originally thought that Ke Zhifang would continue to ask about the dream, but she didn't expect the next question he asked was: "Has anything special happened in the past few days?"

He Wan'er replied: "Mr. Bai asked me to investigate a project, and I took it, risking my way into the office of the chairman of a company to install a monitor, and I was almost discovered. That night, I started dreaming. ”

Ke Zhifang nodded slightly, turned around and went to the kitchen.

A few minutes later, he came out with a cup of hot water, put the water on the coffee table that had just been cleaned up, and said in a joking tone: "Drink, hot water cures all diseases." ”

He Wan'er's eyes followed his movements, and he unconsciously walked over and sat down on the sofa.

She picked up the water, felt the temperature gradually return to her already cold fingertips, and then heard Ke Zhifang's next question: "This investigation, is it very important?"

He asked, neatly tidying up the room, the clutter on the floor had been cleared, and the living room was much brighter.

He Wan'er listened to his footsteps, neither fast nor slow, very rhythmic.

She couldn't help but follow the rhythm and nodded slowly: "Yes." ”

"Then you, are you afraid that the mission will fail?" Ke Zhifang continued to ask, this time his voice was directly behind her, and the person should be at the position of the window, with his back to the sun, and a long shadow fell at her feet.

"It's been a failure. He Wan'er hung his head, and the loss and self-blame in his voice could not be hidden, "It's all my fault." ”

Behind him, Ke Zhifang let out a long sigh of relief: "Okay, I know what your problem is this time." ”

He Wan'er turned his head to look at him, but was shocked to find that his eyes were dark.

"Don't!" she almost stood up in excitement, but Ke Zhifang held her shoulder.

"Qinghe," in the shadows, it was his half-light and half-dark face, "you haven't slept for too long, you need to block out the light, and your optic nerve can't be stimulated anymore." ”

"But I ......" He Wan'er didn't struggle anymore, he wanted to speak again and again, and swallowed the next two words.

I'm afraid.

Yes, she was scared. Not only was I afraid of my abnormal state, but I was also deeply afraid of the dream that I didn't know when it would come out.

It's not so much that I can't sleep, but that I don't dare to sleep.

He Wan'er didn't want to admit that she would be scared like this by a dream, the suffocating feeling of her respiratory tract being filled with water, like a monster lurking in the shadows, as soon as she closed her eyes, it would jump out and attack her.

If this is a dream, if people who can't dream are abnormal, then she would rather be as abnormal as before.

At least she had become accustomed to the darkness when she closed her eyes, as if she should have stayed there quietly, without disturbing others and not being disturbed.

It won't feel like now, feeling like you've broken into the unknown.

Ke Zhifang saw that she was calm, so he closed the curtains.

The light gradually dimmed, He Wan'er slowed his breath and asked the question that had been circling in his heart for a long time: "That dream, could it be something I have experienced before?"

"I can't rule it out," Ke Zhifang replied, his voice a little hesitant, "but if you've ever drowned, you should be afraid of water by now." As far as I know, you love swimming, don't you?"

He Wan'er nodded in a trance, and the next second, he felt that he had taken a cushion and stuffed it between her waist and the sofa.

"You try to be as comfortable as you can," he said, his voice a little quieter, "all right, now we begin." You can tell me now what is in your dreams that scares you. ”