This sentence used up her remaining strength, and the moment she finished speaking, Chen's mother's body seemed to be shriveled into a thin piece of paper, and she used her swaying body to carry Chen's father to the sofa and sat down exhausted.

Jiang Futing watched the two sit down, and bowed to them deeply: "Thank you." ”

He beckoned to Bai Tang, and the two of them walked into Chen Yihuan's room lightly with heavy steps.

Chen Yihuan's room is very simple, with a wardrobe, a desk, and the only distinctive feature is that there are dolls of different sizes on the upper and table, and even on the bookshelf.

The materials used to make dolls are not the same, and the styles are quite different, both boys and girls have them, and it can be seen that her liking for dolls is a yearning from the bones when she was a child.

This dedicated heart finally has a place to play its part after going to university.

It's just that before that time could diverge halfway, it was snuffed out in his arms and could no longer shine.

Jiang Futing's fingertips flicked on the table, it was spotless, not a trace of ash fell, and it looked like it had just been cleaned in the morning.

The books on the shelves are also neat and tidy, and even the corners are not stained with a trace of dust.

He didn't know what kind of mentality Chen's mother had to clean up Chen Yihuan's room.

Maybe when she is cleaning, it is the happiest time of the day, and she can touch everything related to Chen Yihuan unscrupulously at this time.

She could have imagined that it was the same morning, or afternoon, as she had ever been.

Her daughter went to school, so she just cleaned up as she used to.

It seems that Chen Yihuan left only a second ago, as if Chen Yihuan was actually there all along.

Although they are all unrealistic fantasies, it is probably only at this time that can make her heart full of devastation, a little numb, at least not so painful.

There are also five photo frames on Chen Yihuan's desk, the most conspicuous is the vertical 8-inch group photo, and the rest are 7-inch photos, some of which are her own, some are with Gao Xue, and some are going out with other classmates.

The various books that had been turned over on the desk were all grouped together and stacked together.

Jiang Futing flipped through a few books casually, judging from Chen Yihuan's notes, she was a very neat and tidy girl.

The handwriting is beautiful and neat, and it is very pleasing to the eye.

There was also a tool box on the side of the book, Jiang Futing pressed the switch on the lock, and the lid automatically popped open, and it was full of all kinds of basic tools for making dolls.

The tools are also well protected, except for the slight bluntness of the blade, there is not even a trace of dirt in the cracks.

Jiang Futing had never been in close contact with such a thing as puppet making, so it was inevitable that there was some freshness, so he flipped through the toolbox twice.

His excessive movements attracted the attention of Bai Tang, who was checking other places on the side.

"What's wrong? What did you find? Bai Tang closed the wardrobe that he had cursorily browsed, walked over and asked.

"No, just look twice." Jiang Futing's fingers were still fiddling in the toolbox.

The area of this toolbox is large, and when opened, the lattice will be like a staircase, slowly stretched along the bearings on both sides, and there will be large and small storage compartments inside.

And just as he was inadvertently fiddling, the fingertips he retracted accidentally touched a dark board.

A small grid suddenly popped up automatically on the inside of the bottom, and no matter how fast Jiang Futing reacted, he didn't expect that there would be a dark grid.

The corners of the lattice were a little sharp, and before he could retract his hand, his fingers were peeled off a thin layer of skin by the edge of the lattice that poked out.

The blood immediately poured out like an open faucet, and after two or three seconds of blood, Jiang Futing felt a hot pain from his fingers.

Bai Tang looked at Jiang Futing's fingers suddenly surging with blood, and hurriedly said, "Are you okay?" ”

He said and fumbled around his pocket, then stiffened and said dryly: "I didn't bring paper, did you bring it?" ”

Jiang Futing subconsciously touched his pocket, and he didn't touch the side of his hand, as if it was on the backhand, but the other hand was now bloody, and he didn't want his clothes to be inexplicably dyed with a layer of bright red.

He pointed to the pocket in the direction of the injured hand: "Here, help take it." ”

Bai Tang immediately put his hand into his pocket and took it out, took out a pack of paper, and pulled out one.

When Jiang Futing went to take it, Bai Tang didn't seem to see his fingers, so he folded the paper and wrapped it around his broken fingers, and then carefully circled it a few times.

By the way, he picked up the elder's shelf and said: "You don't look at the point when you turn it, it's all knives or something, and I really think that my King Kong is not bad!" ”

Jiang Futing stared at his movements motionlessly, Bai Tang's words floated in his ears, as if he heard clearly and didn't seem to hear clearly, and when his fingers were simply wrapped, he said "grace" indiscriminately.

Bai Tang suddenly raised his head and glared at him: "Are you still 'en'?" ”

Jiang Futing was silent in embarrassment, taking his gaze away from his fingers and diverting his attention.

The wandering gaze happened to notice a small stack of pieces of paper piled up in the dark compartment, and the pieces of paper had been cut into unconventional squares.

Although the piece of paper facing outward is blank, it can be seen from the black blot, which is not very clear, that something seems to be written on the back.

He was about to reach for it, "Smack! The back of his hand was slapped coldly by someone, and a shallow flush appeared on his fair skin.

Then Bai Tang's hand reached into the box first, and took out the stack of papers he had locked just now unceremoniously: "I'll help you get it, is this it?" ”

"Yes." Jiang Futing responded, "This thing is hidden so deeply, the police should not have found it, and the relevant physical evidence collected in the case file has not been seen." ”

Bai Tang didn't listen to him, but looked at the things in his hand, which was still full of distraction just now, and slowly sank, his eyebrows and eyes were a little fierce.

He turned, leaned against his desk, and looked at the pieces of paper in his hand one by one.

Jiang Futing saw that he was wrong, and leaned over to him, and the moment he saw the thing in his hand clearly, his eyes were unexpectedly cold.

In addition to the cold, the content on the piece of paper has been watched for a long time, which makes people feel uncomfortable from the heart.

On almost every piece of paper, a few simple words are written, but it is those simple words that make people feel a kind of psychological discomfort.

The strokes of the font are very wild, the pen is like a knife cut, almost cutting through the paper, it is difficult to imagine what kind of manic heart the person who writes at that time.

And the words in succession, without any neatness at all, are crooked, like a few black insects crawling all over the paper.

Most of the content written is confusing and terrifying:

I dreamed of him!

He's coming!

He seems to be getting closer to me!

He's talking to me!

He looks like him!

The puppet is smiling at me!

In my dream, he was already standing behind me last night!

The puppet is going to take me away.

……

And the last one is the weirdest, not a word, the bright red paint is splashed on it, it is smudged as if it has been torn apart, and it is covered layer after layer, hideous and terrifying.

The moment Jiang Futing saw this one, his head was flushed with pain, and the bright and dazzling colors hit people's eyeballs and constantly pulled people's nerves.

He only glanced at it briefly, then withdrew his gaze, looked out of the windowsill, and slowly spat out the knot that had been in his mouth.

Bai Tang's face fluctuated for a moment, and then returned to his previous impermanence, and after he finished reading it, he threw the stack of pieces of paper on the table: "This should be part of the reason why her state has been abnormal before she disappeared." ”

Counting the last piece of paper, there are fifteen in total, and according to the time of abnormal performance before the accident, it is almost one per day.

From the simple and broken language on the piece of paper, it can be seen that the source of this nightmarish thing is a nightmare.

But the reason why she had this nightmare, probably even Chen Yihuan herself can't know.

Jiang Futing suddenly thought of something, withdrew his gaze to look at the scenery, turned around together, leaned on the desk, and stood next to Bai Tang.

He stretched his slender legs and asked, "Do you think she remembers all her dreams?" ”

"It should be about the same." Bai Tang pondered: "It looks like it should be a dream with the same time and place, only what it says above is that the man is always approaching her, so it will cause her to be psychologically sensitive." ”

"But I think." Jiang Futing turned his head and looked at the man on the side: "If it's just a dream, how can there be such a big reaction." ”

Bai Tang lifted his eyelids and met his inquiring gaze.

Jiang Futing's hand was propped up on the table, knocking intentionally or unintentionally: "Let's say - I had a nightmare last night, I dreamed of a woman with a severed head. ”

"Tsk! You still have these dreams! Bai Tang quipped.

"Don't interrupt." Jiang Futing's tone suddenly sank a little, and when he saw that the other party was shutting up, he said softly:

"Under normal circumstances, I either wake up and forget about it, or if I remember it, I won't take it seriously and just forget about it. But she recorded it in this strange form from the first day of the nightmare, do you think it can still be a simple dream? ”

Bai Tang understood what he meant, and suddenly realized: "What you mean is that someone has done something to her either in reality or in a dream, and has done some terrible things, which will collapse her sanity again and again, and finally achieve the goal of killing her." ”

Jiang Futing nodded, "I think the dream may be bigger." It is very likely that some kind of hint was placed in her dreams, which aroused her fear to the extreme, so that she had to use this way of writing to vent her inner fear and anxiety after waking up. ”

Bai Tang kicked the slippers on his feet: "So she hid it for fear of being discovered, because the things in the dream knew and coerced her?" ”

"Probably so." Jiang Futing said: "Because Gao Xue didn't mention anything related to these when she entrusted me, I can't completely infer from this that she also had these dreams." But there must be something else she's hiding from us. ”

Bai Tang didn't answer his words immediately, but shook his head and thought, the slippers in his feet were about to be kicked out.

After thinking for a while, Bai Tang said ambiguously: "The brain hole is big." However, it remains to be considered. ”

Jiang Futing frowned slightly, he raised his hand propped up on the table, and when he seemed to be about to say something, Bai Tang suddenly turned to the side to grab the piece of paper on the table, and the hands of the two people collided with each other.

He shook it twice in pain: "Your hands are made of iron!" ”

Jiang Futing also rubbed his wrist and replied unceremoniously: "Then your hands are made of gold." ”

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