Cui Yue didn't have time to think about it, and saw Huang Juan casually throw the knife aside, and with the blood stained on his fingers, he drew a circle on the concrete floor, and there were four arrows in it.

When Cui Yue saw that pattern, he was shocked.

Isn't this the weird pattern that Liu Mengran branded on that night?

What's going on, how could Huang Juan draw such a pattern.

Could it be that she died......

Cui Yue was still hesitating, Huang Juan finished drawing the pattern, stood up again, laughed a few times, and suddenly his body went soft, and the whole person seemed to suddenly lose consciousness and fell directly on the idling machine in front of him.

Huang Juan's whole face was impartial, and it happened to be stuck in the gears of the machine's fast running.

There was a soft pop.

Make a tooth-aching sound.

Blood splattered all over the machine, and the entire face was twisted into pieces by the gears in an instant, and there was a bloody hole in the nose.

Huang Juan's long hair was also twisted into the machine, and the machine that was originally idling finally stopped because the gears were stuck.

Huang Juan lay on the machine, motionless, blood dripping down her neck, gathering more and more, and finally leaving a large pool of blood to completely engulf the strange pattern, leaving no trace.

The black fog gradually dissipated, and after a while, it disappeared without a trace.

Cui Yue couldn't figure out the situation at all, how this dream was so real, it was like replaying the situation that night.

But why did it appear in my dreams?

Cui Yue hurriedly pushed the door and rushed in, reaching out to pull Huang Juan up from the shredding machine.

But when his hand touched Huang Juan's corpse, something strange happened, his fingers slid over, and he didn't touch it at all, and the corpse in front of him turned into a phantom, and after a while, it would return to its original state.

"How so, is it because it's in a dream?"

Cui Yue raised his hand and looked at his palm, very puzzled.

Cui Yue suddenly thought that he was drinking with Zhang Hu in the guard room that night, and when he drank too much, he went to the toilet and saw Huang Juan's ghost.

At that time, Huang Juan had already had an accident, and it was on his first night shift.

Cui Yue was suddenly covered by a large area of blood on the ground, as well as the fruit knife, and later he heard that Huang Juan's case was not characterized as murder or suicide, so it was absolutely impossible to leave the murder weapon at the scene of this crime!

"So, there was someone else behind the crime, who erased the traces and took the fruit knife after the crime?"

Who is it?

Cui Yue suddenly thought that if he waited here, would he meet the person behind the scenes.

Cui Yue was hesitating whether to share a room with Huang Juan's corpse, when suddenly there was a burst of white light in front of him, the surrounding scenery changed, and the noisy sound of machines disappeared without a trace.

The scene changed, behind the wall of the guard room at the gate of the factory, a thin young man was holding the tree and looking around, Cui Yue took a closer look, and sighed in his heart, isn't this me?

Could it be that Cui Yue secretly said that it was not good, and as soon as he turned around, he saw a woman covered in blood, and her two eyes were full of resentment, and she pounced!

Cui Yue was caught off guard, hurriedly stretched out his hand to dodge, and instinctively closed his eyes.

Unbeknownst to him, the ghost shuttled through Cui Yue's body and pounced towards the thin young man......

Yes!

Cui Yue let out a loud cry and sat up in shock, soaked with sweat.

The ceiling is still the same as the familiar ceiling, and the mottled skin has not changed at all.

The factory, the machines, Huang Juan, these are all gone!

Cui Yue gasped and rubbed his eyes with his hands, and the furnishings in the house were as usual.

"How could I have such a dream?"

Why did Huang Juan's death have that pattern, by the way, there was no fruit knife at the scene of the crime.

What the hell is wrong with me, how can I have such bizarre dreams?

Could it be that Huang Juan's death has another hidden secret, and what I am dreaming of is the real case?

Cui Yue had never heard of this kind of thing with dreams as evidence, maybe it was that the pattern left too deep an impression on Cui Yue, so he subconsciously connected these two things.

A little glimmer of light in the corner flickered on and off, which was extremely weird.

Cui Yue took a deep breath, gently turned over and got out of bed, and tiptoed over.

Reached out violently, knocked that little bit of light in the palm of his hand, and pulled you out of the three-seven-twenty-one!

Cui Yue took it out and took a closer look, and was immediately dumbfounded, and what he pulled out of his hand was only an old piece of clothing that he hadn't had time to wash.

The glimmer disappeared, and Cui Yue hurriedly picked up his clothes and groped left and right.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, an object rolled out of the inside pocket of the garment and fell to the floor.

The sudden sound startled Cui Yue, and he hurriedly picked it up and held it in the palm of his hand to take a closer look.

A beast-headed jade pendant, lying safely in Cui Yue's palm, warm and smooth in the hand, but emitting a strange glimmer in the dark room.

Yes!

Cui Yue exclaimed again, his hand shook, and the jade pendant fell on the bed again.

Cui Yue's face turned pale, staring at the jade pendant for a long time and he couldn't speak, and his mouth couldn't close for a long time.

"This, this is not the jade pendant of Wei Luoyang! How did it appear to me, I obviously ......"

Cui Yue carefully recalled the details of that day, and he did bury the iron box and the jade pendant in front of the grave.

But how could this jade pendant appear in his hand?

Cui Yue looked at the coats scattered on the ground again, that's right, it was really this dress that he wore when he went to Yunshan Village that day, and he hadn't had time to wash it yet.

Thinking of this, my scalp was numb, and a layer of white sweat had formed on my back.

The beast head jade pendant was lying on the bed, and the two beast eyes were not as majestic and sharp as other divine beasts, but there was a trace of evil no matter how you looked at it.

"Cui Yue, what's wrong with you?"

Aunt Li's anxious voice came from outside the house.

"Mom, Mom, it's nothing, I just had a nightmare, it's okay, you guys go to sleep."

"Is it really okay?"

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, I'll go to work tomorrow morning."

Cui Yue deliberately yawned and coped.

Aunt Li put her ear to the door and listened a few times uneasily, and said worriedly.

"This kid, why do you always have nightmares lately?"

With that, he shook his head and went back to the bedroom.

Cui Yue's mind was a mess, he looked at the beast head jade pendant and thought about it again and again, and was sure that he had indeed buried it in the grave.

As for how this thing came to me, and it got on its own body, I don't know.

Cui Yue snatched the beast head jade pendant and was about to throw it out of the window, but the hand raised in the air hesitated.

How did this thing come about, it still needs to be verified, and we will find out in the future, if this thing is really an ominous thing, throw it out at will, if it is picked up by someone else, wouldn't it be a bad thing!

It's a blessing or a curse, it's a curse that can't be avoided!

How bad could I be now!

Lao Tzu has a lot of debts, don't worry, if you have any ability, it's good to do it.