"Then have you ever wondered what if it's really just a coincidence? What if that nightmare you had was the plot of a horror movie you watched or a horror story you heard as a kid? Taking a step back, even if it was really a matter of the previous life, it has already passed, they all love you in this life and treat you very well, why do you still want to kill them? Ding Dang asked puzzled.

"Why? I've asked myself this question too. Later, I figured it out. Zhong Yucui and Ding Dang looked at each other: "Such a painful thing happened in the last life, but I still choose to be a man, why?" Because I want revenge, I want to find them one by one, and I want them to taste the pain that my family has endured. ”

"Have you considered your parents in this life? You are their only daughter and they love you. Murder pays for life, yes, your revenge, what about your parents, watching their beloved daughter become a murderer, watching her go to prison and be shot? Zhong Yucui, how do you let them bear it? ”

Zhong Yucui lowered her head and did not say anything.

Yes, she has no way to repay the kindness given to her by her parents in this life.

"Tell me about your first husband, how did he die?"

"He choked to death with red wine, but he was not the one who opened the bottle of red wine." Zhong Yucui clenched her hands, tilted her head slightly, and leaned back in her chair: "Not long after I returned to the new house, he came back, drunk. I didn't want to kill him, at least at that moment, I was still his wife, he was still my husband, the husband I had been in love with for many years. I heard him fumbling outside the door to open the door, and ran out without any shoes on. When I opened the door, he lunged straight at me, and it took me a lot of effort to drag him to the couch.

He sat up, looked at me for a moment, and then suddenly raised his hand and grabbed my face. He said, "Daughter-in-law, you are so beautiful." Wedding night, that's probably what every bride wants to hear. I'm the same, I take his hands off and let him lie down first, and I'll go get him a towel to wipe his face. There was decanting tea in the kitchen, which I had prepared in advance.

When I got up, he dragged me back by the hand. I looked at his face, and the scratches on his face were still there, a little glaring. Because the more I looked, the more he looked like the face of the bandit in my dream. I told myself that these were just coincidences, that it was normal for all beings to have a similar one in the world for so many years. But do you know what he said to me? He was drunk and confused and told me that he might have been a murderer in his last life. ”

"Murderers? Why did he say that. ”

"Yes, that's what I asked him, even though in my subconscious, he's already equated with the bandit in my nightmare. But as you just said, in this life, he doesn't owe me, whether it's in college or after graduation, he treats me very well. Whatever I wanted, needless to say, he would get it in front of me. ”

Zhong Yucui covered her face with her hands.

"But he told me a story that I didn't want to hear the most, and I didn't want to hear it the most."

"Nightmares?"

"Yes, nightmares, but not mine, but his. He told me that from a very young age, he had recurring nightmares. In the dream, he followed a few people to a small mountain village. That mountain village is very no, green mountains and green waters, curling smoke, just like a paradise. They were tired and thirsty, so they went to a house and asked them for water. The family was very welcoming, and not only brought them water, but also a lot of food. Just as they were about to leave, they found the mistress of the house wearing a gold bracelet on her hand.

The workmanship of the gold bracelet was very rough, and the texture was not good, and at first glance, it was put together with a lot of broken gold, and the craftsman was asked to beat it. But they were so poor that when they saw the gold bracelet they saw great wealth, they decided to steal it.

In the middle of the night, they moved, some guarded against the wind, some stolen, but the gold bracelet was just right for the woman's hand, and as soon as he moved, the woman awoke.

What kind of eyes are that?

Scare? Hesitate? Not convinced? Feeling aggrieved?

He said that he couldn't speak clearly, but remembered that he hurriedly shouted: Big brother, she is awake.

Before he finished speaking, a stone slapped on the head of the old man who had just woken up and was about to be born. Blood, splattered his face.

Just when he was still in a daze, people outside had already rushed in, and he heard the eldest brother say: Since you have seen it, you can't stay alive. I thought that this was a dilapidated small village, but I didn't expect that there was still some oil and water to fish, so if I didn't do it, I didn't stop killing it all and taking away valuable things.

Then they killed all the people in the village, and took away what they could eat, drink, and sell for money, and carried them away in ox-carts. He said that they were murderers who were hunted down by the imperial court, and killing a few more people should not be a psychological burden for them, but they were afraid, not because of the little girl's reaction before death, which was different from everyone else's, nor because of her curse, but because of her eyes. That look made them feel that they would be haunted by nightmares for the rest of their lives.

After leaving the village, they sold everything they had, then divided the money and left. He went to a completely unfamiliar place, worked on his own strength, married a wife and gave birth to a child a few years later, and he lived his life in peace. Except for those eyes in his dreams, which he often saw in his dreams at midnight, he almost forgot that he had been a murderer.

The story he told convinced me that he was one of the seven men who appeared in my dream, because the gold bracelet he was talking about belonged to my mother. My father loves my mother very much, but he is very poor, and when he gets married, he can't take out a gold bracelet, even a decent piece of flower cloth. But my father was diligent and could do some carpenter's work, so he used his own skill to get back a little bit of gold from here or there, and then he took the gold to the city, and found a craftsman, and made the gold bracelet for my mother. To tell the truth, that gold bracelet is not even looked down upon in the eyes of the maids of large families, but my mother cherishes it very much.

I just looked at him and couldn't tell what I was feeling. Later, he staggered to his feet, walked to the wine cabinet, fetched a bottle of wine, and handed it to me. He said that the first thing I attracted to him was not my beautiful face and beautiful body, but my eyes. He said that my eyes were very similar to the girl in my dream, and he felt guilty that he should compensate me and be infinitely good to me. Therefore, he pursued me desperately, hoping to alleviate the deep guilt in his heart by being good to me.

At last, he said that he had finally married me, and he promised me that he would be good to me for the rest of his life, and that he would be very good to me. It won't bully me, it won't let me down, and it won't make me feel unhappy.

But can a man's words be believed?

I stared at his hands, and I just felt that my eyes were hurting, and they hurt and hurt.

I took the bottle, removed the cork, and poured it down his throat as hard as I could. I remember very well that he did this to my mother at the time. He desperately poured water on my mother, and the water choked out of her throat and hit her face and nose. My mother was in great pain and begged him in a very weak voice, but he actually pinched my mother's nose and continued to pour water on her until she choked to death. Now, karma, finally it's his turn.

Did you know? Before he died, he recognized me. He said, "It's good, everything you owe me has finally been paid off."

I stumbled to my feet, cleaned up everything in the scene, changed my clothes, and lay down on the bed. The nightmare came as scheduled, but there were only seven faces in the dream, and six were left. I knew that I didn't have to look for them, and those six people would appear in front of me. Because, what is owed to me, they will come and pay it back. ”

"Even if your first seven husbands were killed by you, what about the eighth? How did you kill him in front of us? As soon as Ding Dang finished asking, he said again: "No, there are seven men in your dream, but you killed eight, who is the extra one?" ”

"My fourth husband, he didn't belong to one of them. At that time, I also thought about stopping it, thinking about when it would be time to retribution, so I found a random one, and I thought that from now on, I could live an ordinary life. But he had a car accident, on the seventh day of our wedding. At that time, I was sitting in the passenger seat, and he used his whole body to protect me. I had a feeling of being overshadowed by fate, I felt that it was impossible for me to live an ordinary life, and that the purpose of my life was to take revenge, to send them to hell one by one. I can't afford to bother innocent people anymore. Worried that my parents would be affected by me, I moved out of the house and lived in the same house that my first husband bought me. ”

"Tell me, then, how did you kill your eighth husband? Our policewoman is watching you, the policeman is looking at your husband, and the door is locked from the inside, so you can't go through the wall. ”

"I didn't go over." Zhong Yucui glanced at the mobile phone resting in front of Ding Dang: "I just gave him an instruction to break his neck by himself." ”

"Instructions? Psychological hypnosis? ”

"Yes, psychological hypnosis, but ordinary psychological hypnosis does not achieve this effect. After all, people have an instinct to survive, and it is particularly difficult for him to strangle himself to death. So, from the day I met him, I gave him a special medicine. That kind of medicine only works on people's nerves, and even the most powerful forensic doctors can't detect it. It turned out to work, and I learned psychology and hypnosis techniques well. ”

"What can I say about you? Talent? When Ding Dang re-examined Zhong Yucui's eyes, he realized that her eyes were a little terrifying.