When the tip of the knife enters the eye, it is a piercing pain.

The first to be gouged out was Zhong Yucui's left eye, she endured the pain, and looked at the bad guys with the only remaining right eye, she saw them laughing, and the laughter was engraved in her heart along with their appearance.

When the light of the right eye is lost, curse and hatred are planted.

Death was not as terrible as she had imagined, and when she awoke from the manju sawa all over the ground, she saw her father, mother, brother and sister, and little brother all standing among the flowers waving at her. She got up, only to find that they were all gone, and her nose could still smell the flowers, but all she could see was darkness, endless darkness.

She walked barefoot, with her hands outstretched, following the scent of flowers. Then, she heard the sound of chains, she stood in place, looked ahead and smiled softly, she said: "I know that you are a ghost, and I also know that you are going to take me to the underworld, I can follow the sound of your chains, but please don't lock me, I can't see, I'm afraid." ”

The first time Xing Ruyi saw Zhong Yucui was when she said that sentence. The little girl, dressed in tattered clothes, had her bright eyes replaced by two bloody holes. She stood barefoot in the blood-red flowers, but her face was smiling.

She walked over, took her hand, and led her to the Jizo King Bodhisattva.

King Jizo Bodhisattva asked her if she was willing to let go of the hatred and obsession in her heart.

Jizo King Bodhisattva wanted to overtake her, but she shook her head stubbornly.

She said, I would rather have enough of all the suffering in heaven and earth, and I only hope that one day I can take the lives of those people with my own hands.

King Jizo asked her, "And then?" ”

She said, "Murder pays for my life, and I want to go to hell forever." ”

Zhong Yucui's eyes opened, but those eyes seemed to look a little older than when they were just closed. She stood up, handed her hands to Chang Tai, and said, "I killed the person, and I turned myself in." ”

Zhong Yucui knew that what Xing Ruyi let her see was her past life.

People have a past life and a present life, this is reincarnation and life.

In the No. 2 interrogation room of the Los Angeles City Criminal Police Brigade, Zhong Yucui told Chang Tai and the others her story.

"I am a native of Los Angeles, my father, Zhong Chunsheng, was an English teacher at Los Angeles No. 1 Senior High School, and my mother, Du Xiangyi, was a gynecologist at Los Angeles Central Hospital. My grandparents and grandparents have known each other for many years, and my father and mother have also known each other since childhood. Suffice it to say, my family atmosphere is very good.

When she was three years old, her mother chose to leave the hospital due to physical reasons. Without his mother's income, the family's economic conditions suddenly became difficult, but the father did not blame his mother for this, but felt that he, as a man, could not make a good life for his wife and daughter.

Half a year after my mother left her job, my father also chose to leave his job. He used his position as a stunt English teacher at Los Angeles No. 1 High School to run a tutoring class near the school. At that time, tutorial classes were not as numerous as they are now, nor were they as competitive as they are now. Besides, my father really taught me very well. So, relying on my father to run a tutoring class, our family's living conditions are not only getting better and better, but also better than before.

Later, my father turned the tutoring class into an educational institution, and he also changed from a specialized tutor to the owner of this educational institution.

It is said that this man will become bad if he has money and ability. But my father didn't, and after turning the tutorial into an educational institution, he had more time to spend with me and my mother. He often took my mother and me out on trips to see the outside world, and both as a husband and as a father, he was very good and very good.

My own academic performance is also good, plus I am beautiful, and I have been smooth sailing since I was a child. Supposedly, a child like me, who is surrounded by love and happiness, shouldn't have nightmares? But since I was eight years old, I've been having the same nightmare of seven men's faces, each corresponding to one thing.

At first, I told my father and mother about this nightmare, and they thought I had watched some horrible movie or book, so that they left these horrible images in their minds. When I was in junior high school, they took me to see a psychiatrist, both abroad and domestic, but they never managed to free me from this nightmare. Until one day, when I came out of another psychiatric clinic, I heard two little nurses talking. They said, "Will a situation like mine be a deep memory left in my previous life?"

Last life?

How is that possible?

I've known since I was a child that people only have one life. This life is over, it will be over, how can there be such a thing in the next life.

But the things I have frequent nightmares seem to be explained only by such a theory.

From that day on, I started to search for information on the Internet, trying to prove that my nightmare had nothing to do with my past and present lives, but more and more information was telling me that the nightmare I kept repeating could really be a memory left by my previous life. Later, I tried to find faces that resembled my nightmares by all means, and I wanted to prove that none of them existed. ”

"And then?"

"Although I couldn't concentrate on my studies because of the nightmare, but because my father himself was an educational institution, after a year of raids, I was still admitted to a good university. In my sophomore year, I met my first husband and boyfriend, who was also my first love. ”

"He's one of those faces you see in your dreams?"

Zhong Yucui shook his head lightly: "At that time, he wasn't yet. ”

"What do you mean at that time, he wasn't yet?"

"When I met him, he wore glasses, and he was white and thin, and he looked like one of those weak teenagers in the comics. His smile is very warm, and when he laughs, the eyes behind the lenses of his glasses will also squint into a beautiful crescent moon. Frankly, he wasn't the type of boyfriend I would be looking for, but he was comfortable with him, and I thought I should be with him. The college romance was both bland and beautiful, and soon, we graduated. After graduating, we all found jobs without any problems.

College romance, stable relationship, two parents know each other, and each other's family backgrounds are not bad, so not long after graduation, we put the matter of marriage on the agenda. Probably because he was going to get married, he went to the eye hospital to have his glasses removed through laser surgery, and at that time, I found out that his swallowtail was the drooping kind. Because I usually wear glasses, the thick lenses make it easy for people to ignore some eye details.

With a stable relationship, a comfortable job, and a 9-to-5 job, unlike the college days when he had so much free time to exercise, he quickly grew from more than 130 pounds to 15 pounds. When I dreamed again, I suddenly realized that my current fiancé was very much like someone in my dream, but there was another detail that was different. ”

"What's different?"

"The man had a scar on his face, which my fiancé didn't have. He was very white, even whiter than mine. I have spots on my face, which are hereditary, but I cover them with foundation. His face was clean, not at all like the skin that a man should have. Zhong Yucui said, shaking her fingers: "But on the day we got married, an accident happened." The hotel waiter who delivered us a glass of wine somehow missed, and although the glass was caught, the ring he was wearing scratched my fiancé's face. The scar that always appeared in nightmares appeared in front of me so suddenly. My fiancé's face finally overlapped with the one in the nightmare. ”

"And then, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, and I was in a trance for the rest of the wedding process. I've been doing that nightmare for years, but I haven't seen anything other than the recurring faces, so I don't quite understand what that nightmare and the faces that appear in the nightmare mean to me. The reason why I say it's a nightmare is purely because the faces that appear in the dream make me feel terrible, a creepy feeling that comes from the bottom of my heart.

I did have a lot of my classmates at my wedding, both from college and high school. After the wedding, we did book another private room in the hotel for a small gathering, and what I said earlier about what happened later was also true. ”

"But you said before that you don't know how your first husband died."

"I really didn't know, and even before that happened, I thought I was innocent. But now, I have confirmed, that I killed them, because they were my enemies. Zhong Yucui looked up at Chang Tai and them: "Just when my eighth in-laws beat me, I remembered what I experienced in my previous life. Me, my father, my older siblings, and my little brother, we lived in a very small but peaceful village.

One day, seven men came to the village, and the seven men lied that they had fled and wanted them to give them something to eat. The villagers are very kind, they almost all bring out the best things in the house, and my father and mother are the same.

But none of us thought that those seven men were not refugees fleeing at all, but vicious criminals who were chased by the imperial court. They took advantage of the darkness of the night and ransacked our entire village, killing everyone in the village, including my parents, my older siblings, me, and my little brother.

The leader of them, my eighth husband, gouged out both of my eyes with a knife. They were afraid that I would remember their appearance, they were afraid that I would go to the underworld to complain, but they forgot, even if I had no eyes, even if I lost my tongue, I still had a brain, and I had already engraved their appearance in my memory, in my bones and blood. ”