The cool breeze of midnight slipped into the room through the half-open window and gently stroked the ends of her hair, tossing and turning from the nightmare dream, and Lin Zhiwei, who woke up, simply sat up cross-legged and leaned on the back of the bed, too lazy to turn on the light, so she was in a daze by the faint moonlight.

There was no time to wipe the sweat from her end, and she took advantage of the fact that the memory fragments in the dream had not been completely extracted, carefully recalling the details of the dream.

This time the dream was abnormal, not as shocking fights and colorful scene changes as before, this time there were only a few simple conversations, but it was a few seemingly unintentional conversations, but the most deadly.

At the beginning of the dream, she was greeted by a dark corridor, she only remembered that the corridor was surrounded by medieval graffiti, the colors were bold and bright, but the characters were sad and sad, and they looked at themselves in the boundless darkness and looked at them coldly, exuding a shocking horror.

But she walked forward without feeling anything, and slowly the scene changed, and she pushed open the door, and a black Persian cat pounced on her, barking at her excitedly.

In the haze, a man's figure was wandering in front of the bookcase, and when he saw her come in and speak, "I won't let Zhe Cuo call you, won't you come?" ”

The man's voice is low but mixed with some soft and glutinous intoxication, which is surprisingly good.

In the dream, I casually leaned back on the sofa, stroked the black cat in my hand, and said in a cold tone, "What are you looking for me?" ”

"It's time for you to rest, baby, you haven't taken a vacation since that Batiss." The man walked towards him, his gray silhouette indistinguishable.

"Unless Hanluo fires me, there's no need to rest."

As a bystander of the dream, although she didn't know who the girl who spoke was, Lin Zhiwei still felt a huge impact at the first time, and the girl's voice and her face slowly overlapped.

The scene suddenly shifts, on the street corner, a group of hangover drunkards punch and kick around a trance-like figure, while swearing, and the smell of blood is mixed in the streets and alleys at midnight.

The girl was just passing by and didn't want to mix, but it seemed that she heard Chinese in a foreign country and was very kind, so she stopped and stood by the stairs to listen for a while.

It was a boy's voice, stubborn and uninhibited, "If you want to kill or chop you, heh, you don't understand anyway, garbage, a bunch of garbage." ”

The drunkards only knew that the boy's mouth was scolding, which must not be a good word, and the fists and kicks that suddenly fell were even heavier, but the boy still stood firm and did not say a word.

She stepped forward slowly, the sound of the vamp touching the wet ground drew the drunkards' sideways.

Late at night on the streets, a masked woman in black, with a thin figure but a powerful aura, walked towards them.

The red agate necklace on the chest is even more brilliant in the night, and it looks even more bloodthirsty and demonic against the black foil.

"Get out of here, we're taking care of our personal business." The strongest man among the drunkards shouted at the approaching girl.

"Barty, that totem...... It's ......." The partner next to him couldn't help but stutter as he looked at the dark red totem embroidery on the girl's black shirt and right arm.

It was the totem of the Wudaomen, and all the small underground gangs in country A were terrified.

"What about the Wudaomen, we didn't break the rules, but we just got together a Chinese kid who doesn't know whether to live or die, what can we do?" Barty shook the muscles on his body, without fear, just a little girl, what to be afraid of.

The trembling boy on the ground looked intently at the girl in black who was slowly approaching at this time, and was stunned.

"Chinese?" The girl asked, as if no one was around.

The boy nodded.

"Dead girl, when we don't exist, give it to me." Batimo met it with a fist.

Almost before touching the girl's hair, she was instantly knocked to the ground, but the girl stood in place without changing her face, and before the people next to her could see it clearly, they had already heard the crisp sound of Barty's tendons breaking, and they scattered and fled in an instant, leaving Barty on the ground groaning in pain.

The girl took off the red agate necklace on her chest and handed it to the boy on the ground, "Take this for some money and get a job." ”

The picture came to an abrupt end, and Lin Zhiwei woke up at the end of this clip, gasping for breath, and she was so nervous that she was almost suffocated as a bystander in the dream just now.

Is this my memory?

She carefully grasped the two details that struck her the most.

In the first scene, the girl talked about Hanluo, so if the person in the dream is really herself, then she actually knows Hanluo?!

Hanluo is the former master of Wudaomen, and later chose to commit suicide in the confrontation with Lin Qiongjiu, but Lin Zhiwei remembered that her sister-in-law once said that Hanluo is a person with great talent for drama, and his revenge methods do not like to be too direct, but are willing to be loyal to the foreshadowing, such a person will never commit suicide, and there must be a backhand.

And the man who was talking to him, the baby, the tone was almost exactly the same as the card in the black box sent by Ling Zixiao, so it is not difficult to guess that the man in the conversation is likely to be Ling Zixiao.

She had no clue about the boy in the second scene, but she had only seen the red agate necklace on one person.

"Chu Xuan!"

Lin Zhiwei suddenly called out the name, she remembered very clearly that Chu Xuan had a string of red agate necklaces that she wore closely, and she carried it with her no matter how big or small the performance was, and Chu Xuan and Ling Zixiao were related.

It occurred to her that she had stared at the necklace in a trance, and it always felt very familiar......

The fragments of memory seem to be slowly piecing together, connecting the people and things around her, and Lin Zhiwei doesn't need to think too much to have clues.

Probably she was really a killer before, Lin Zhiwei had no choice but to bury her head.

However, the gratifying thing is that it seems that the tone of the conversation between the person in the dream and Ling Zixiao is indifferent, and it seems to be ...... It shouldn't be any intimate connection, otherwise I might wake up and die on the spot.

If it is according to the interpretation in the dream, it is very likely that she saved Chu Xuan, Lin Zhiwei pillowed her arm, looked at the cold moonlight outside the window, and thought that it was time to talk to Chu Xuan.