Yu Siqi, who had just stepped out of apartment No. 23, soon noticed that Father An seemed to be waiting for him again in his scrapped car stolen from an unknown garbage dump.

The door of the duty room was open, and it seemed that Lao Huang had gone out to buy breakfast.

Instead of wearing his very dark robe, Father Ann wore a loose gown with frayed jeans. He first smiled at Yu Siqi who came over, then opened the car door and sat in.

"I've always wondered if your car is yours," Yu Siqi stood in front of the car with no license plate and said, "It's so tattered, how can the traffic police let you get a license plate?" ”

"Hmm... I have a few acquaintances at the DMV," said Father An, patting the passenger seat, "Don't pick and choose, just have a car for you." ”

"You haven't answered my question yet!" Yu Siqi got into the car and fastened his seat belt and said.

"Well, I actually bought this car from someone else." Father Ann started the car and said, "The old-fashioned Ford is less than 2,000 yuan, which is a good deal, except for the appearance is a little unsightly, the performance is still great." ”

"Why did you think of coming here to pick me up today, are you afraid that I will regret it?" Yu Siqi turned his head and asked.

"It's a little bit," said Father Ann, slapping the steering wheel, "because it's a little too impersonal to let you walk through." ”

"I'm really a little upset to let you bother you so much," Yu Siqi said, "How did you meet Gong Chen?" ”

"It's a long story, have you had breakfast? If you don't have it, go to the back and get the bun to eat, I originally bought it for myself, but when I bought it, I found that it was a mutton bun. ”

"Don't you eat mutton?" Yu Siqi turned around and picked up the hot bun and asked, "It looks pretty good." ”

"The lost lamb is for salvation, not for taking." Father Ann said something that no one understood.

"I can't stand you this," Yu Siqi ate the mutton buns, feeling that the taste was not bad.

The vehicle was crawling like a snail in the vast traffic. The road section is still the same, and it is extremely congested. There was no bright sunlight in the gloomy sky, and a gray mist rose in the distant mountains. Sinsong is a very large city, and the place where it is located is only Songjiang District, one of the nine districts of Sinsong.

"You don't usually wake up so early, do you?" Yu Siqi, who was tired of seeing the scenery, wiped the residue from his mouth, retracted his gaze and asked.

"That's right, usually because of work, I usually sleep until the afternoon and don't get up, it's really a depraved life. Luckily, I met you, and I was able to embrace the light again, but it just so happened that the weather was not good today. "Don't worry, it's always going to be clear." ”

"Of course," Yu Siqi's thoughts diverged, recalling what he had dreamed before, and he said, "I... I dreamed of something not so rosy. ”

"Mind sharing your dreams with me?" Father Ann asked kindly.

"I had a strange dream while I was sleeping," Yu Siqi was so reluctant to recall the horrible event that his body shivered unconsciously, and Father An stretched out his hand to hold his shoulder. He continued: "I saw a terrible man killing someone in a very desolate house. ”

"Is the picture real?" Fr. Ann asked.

"It's very real, it's like you're there." Yu Siqi replied.

"And how did you see that?" Fr. Ann asked again that by this time they had come to a very congested traffic light, and that the crowd was no less than the number of vehicles.

“... I do not know... I don't even know how I saw it, it was a headache, and then I got to a street where no one was, and I hadn't even been there, and I didn't know where it was. Yu Siqi said.

"Are you acting as a bystander?" Father Ann asked very calmly, "Or are you a participant?" ”

"Spectators, of course!" Yu Siqi didn't understand the meaning of Father An's question.

"You may not understand why I'm asking, let me explain a little." "Some dreams are portentious, while others reveal the truth. No matter how you interpret it, I won't blame you, because no one wants to dream strange things all the time. ”

"That's not the point, do you know who was killed inside?" Yu Siqi couldn't stand Father An's chatter, raised his voice and said, "It's Xu Youfan who disappeared from the newspaper." ”

"Interesting, isn't that guy already missing?" Fr. Ann asked thoughtfully.

"And you probably wouldn't think of anyone else involved in this murder, it was Qin Yuyao, who used to live next door to me. Anyway, shouldn't we take this seriously? Yu Siqi asked.

"Of course, but before that, please don't spread anything like this, it will affect your own life." Father Ann said with a heavy expression, "Unfortunately, you may have dreamed of something that had already happened. ”

"Why do you say that?" Yu Siqi asked puzzled.

"Haven't you been watching the news lately?" Father Ann took out a mobile phone from his pocket and said, "You can read the report here, I'm sure you may feel that you have awakened some incredible talent!" ”

Taking Father An's mobile phone, Yu Siqi flipped to what he was referring to and read:

Shocked, the great painter chose such an ending

I'm sorry to announce such a very sad news, the talented painter Xu Youfan was found dead in a hunter's hut on the banks of the Jinshui River last night. After the scene investigation, there are various indications that Xu Youfan died by suicide.

Although some clues and fingerprints of other people were also taken in the hut, Bao Chengxing, the head of the police, said that because the hunter's hut itself was a public place without a door lock, the surrounding farmers would go there from time to time to rest, and it was normal for many fingerprints of unknown people to remain.

However, according to reliable sources, as early as the night before Xu Youfan's suicide, his fiancée was seen leaving the house in a hurry.

The police did not rule out continuing to pursue this clue, but the conclusion of the suicide was basically settled. We are very saddened by the loss of such an excellent artist in Sinsong City, and we will broadcast the follow-up to the event on Sinsong 1 in the future.

"It turned out to be a suicide?" Yu Siqi asked in disbelief: "But what I saw was that he was killed!" ”

"So the question is, is it your dream come true, or is it just a coincidence?" Father Ann's eyes glazed over.

"We're almost there," Yu Siqi thought that instead of dwelling on such a thing, it would be better to put it aside and do something else.

"Well," said Fr. Ann, turning to his senses and pulling over to the side of the road, "you seem to be much more sophisticated than I thought, and many people fall into a state of emotional instability before they encounter such problems. ”

"How do you know?" Yu Siqi asked.

"Because they left behind valuable information, and I happened to read those." Father An led Yu Siqi through the alley, and walked quickly towards the Jiang family ancestral hall.

Ah Zhen and Ah Zhe unexpectedly stood at the door waiting for them, and Yu Siqi vaguely felt that their expressions were a little anxious.

"Why are you standing outside, and there are no patients inside?" Father Ann was the first to walk over and ask.

"Yes, but he's already asleep, so we're not worried about something happening to you!" Ah Zhen pointed to the back room and said, "I've already been fed medicine." ”

"I thought you were talking about saving people as a joke, but it turns out that you are really a clinic!" Yu Siqi said angrily: "It is probably the most substandard private clinic in the city!" ”

"It's okay," Shi Yizhe turned around and walked towards the house and said, "I'll go change the patient's dressing, Xiao An, you take him to the living room to sit first." ”

"Okay, you guys go get busy." Father An nodded again and again, motioned for Yu Siqi to enter the house and said, "Please, young master!" ”