The flames were like countless terrifying poisonous snakes, and in less than a minute, they spread from the ground to a small piece the size of a palm, and rose to a height of more than two or three square meters and a half. Then it "whew" around the stove at once, and then divided into countless blue flames, which quickly climbed up along the pipes and oil stains on the wall, and finally burned the range hood on the ceiling.

"Boom-" With a muffled sound, the hearth exploded, and the old man's eyes turned red. The hot steam and burning methanol were mixed into a huge fireball, which instantly wrapped the old face in front of the stove that was pouring water to extinguish the fire. "Ahh

"Ahh "Husband-husband-wake up-" In the rapid shaking of sugar candy, the old face finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes with difficulty.

"What? Got a nightmare? The little daughter-in-law gently rubbed the old man's rapidly heaving chest and asked gently.

"Hmm-"

This is already the second nightmare that Lao Mian has -

"Don't worry! It's good inside—there are a lot of cell bosses inside, don't mess with them—make a good makeover! Looking at the sugar candy that cried into tears in front of him, the old face was like a knife.

The terrifying scene of that early morning came to mind again-

The fire ignited the entire roof, then the operation room, then the hall and the entire ground floor

Before that, seeing that he couldn't control the situation, Lao Mian threw down the basin and ran. He frantically ran to the side of the yard playground and dialed 119 and 110.

Fire and water are merciless! In more than an hour, the No. 1 restaurant with four floors and five or six thousand square meters was burned to the ground.

If the public office is gone, the identity is gone, and he is sentenced to seven years in prison, and the attached civil compensation is tens of millions. Seven years later, I am in my fifties, and my son is eighteen. The son is smart, almost the first in the school every time, and his ideal is Qingbei. What would happen without your own company?

Gone! It's all gone! There was really nothing left—the old face stared blankly at the sky. The remnant sun in the distance was as red as blood, like his bloody heart. He was like a lifeless stake, swaying at the mercy of sugar.

"I-I-" As the tears from the corners of his eyes were gently wiped away, Lao Mian struggled to wake up from his sleep again.

This should be the fourth nightmare that Lao Mian had-

Five? Eight? - From that terrifying early morning to now, Lao Mian can't count how many nightmares he has had! Some of these dreams have the same content, and some have different contents. But without exception, it was all a thriller ending. The old man was either burned to death, blown up, imprisoned, or unbearable to be bullied by cell bosses, committing suicide, murder, or going insane.

It all started in that terrible wee hours of the morning.