Two o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Qiao had been lying in bed for an hour, but he still couldn't sleep.

Half a month has passed since the incident at my grandmother's house, and although all grievances seem to be over, many things are still unknown.

When Jiang's mother fell off the cliff at that time, a part of her soul was missing, and Jiang Li couldn't find it with all his might, but on the third day after the mountain fire, she miraculously woke up.

Even Jiang Li said that he didn't understand why. It's just that this part of Mother Jiang's soul is well protected, so even if she has been floating outside for so long, she has not been damaged in the slightest.

But who keeps it?

When Jiang's mother was better, Jiang Qiao asked about the white hair in her grandmother's hand, but Jiang's mother was at a loss, and said with certainty that when she took care of her, her grandmother did not have any gray hair in her hand. Who is the white hair that does not belong to Jingjing's cousin, the clue is finally broken.

Grandma passed away silently when Jiang Qiao and they left the village to go to the hospital, and it was Wang Daochang and Ah Moon who found out. Jiang Qiao thought, perhaps, grandma just knew that there was danger so she held herself up, until she saw that her children had left the village. Jiang Qiao always felt that her grandmother should know everything, but now she didn't have a chance to ask.

Grandma was finally buried in the feng shui treasure that Wang Daochang found for her, but everyone knew in their hearts that there was no possibility for this family to prosper. I just hope that her old man can sleep peacefully.

Jiang Qiao turned over irritably, flipped out his mobile phone, and it was half past two, and he was still sleepy. She flipped out of the photo library, which contained the only selfie of her and Ah Le, in the photo, Ah Le was still a little overwhelmed in front of the camera, shyly hiding behind her, revealing only half of her curious little face.

In the hospital, Jiang Li told her that his departure was led away by Ah Le, who was wearing a wig and a white dress, and made a noise outside the church, causing Jiang Li to chase after him. When Jiang Li chased into the black forest and saw Ah Le's true face, he realized that he had been deceived.

Ah Le took advantage of his stunned kung fu to get rid of him like a loach, when the black forest was suddenly filled with mist, everything in front of him was hidden behind the smoke, with Jiang Li's ability, he couldn't distinguish the virtual from the real, and it took a lot of effort to even get out of himself, and Ah Le had already disappeared.

The boy had not been seen since, his home had long since been in ruins, and several bodies had been found under the charred beams, but none of them resembled Ah Le's. Even in the local police station, Ah Le's file could not be found, and Ah Le was as if he had never existed.

Now that I think about it, from the beginning of their journey into the village to the search for the church in the back, Ah Le is consciously or unconsciously guiding them closer and closer to the truth, otherwise, I don't know when the veil of tragedy that envelops Sunny Fang Village will be lifted and its original true face will be revealed.

Sunny Village, Mulberry Mudhouse...

Jiang Qiao seemed to think of something, and she opened her mobile phone Baidu Encyclopedia.

By the way, it's a coincidence.

Opium poppy, scientific name in English: Papaver somniferumL

Sangnifang Village, somniferum L. - The name of the village actually collided with the English name of the poppy.

Jiang Qiao smiled mockingly, but soon couldn't laugh anymore, is this really just a coincidence, thinking of the different architectural styles in the village, who built this village in the first place?

Jiang Qiao pounded his brain hard, don't think about it, there are so many unsolved mysteries, if you think about it again, don't sleep tonight.

During the day, she accompanied Jiang's mother to see Jingjing's cousin, and her uncle left a note in the hospital, saying that she wanted to find the master of the year to ask for a solution to the curse, and then lost contact. Jiang's mother can only take good care of Jingjing, Jingjing is still the same, either clamoring for a blood beauty, or not saying a word.

She caressed her heart, feeling its powerful heartbeat.

The woman did not live to be thirty years old, and the curse haunted her like a nightmare, causing her to wake up sweating profusely every night.

Jiang Qiao lay flat, his hands crossed on his chest, his head was stuffed in the quilt, the darkness shrouded his whole body, a trace of light could not be cast, his eyes were open but he couldn't see, his nose was breathing hard but he felt suffocated, the surroundings were very quiet, so quiet that he could only hear his own breathing and heartbeat.

If a person dies, he just needs such a little space.

Do you need to feel the feeling of death in advance?

In the dark, Jiang Qiao imagined that she was slowly dying, she gradually felt sleepy, and slowly closed her eyes.

What a big flame, who is where?

Someone on fire?

Come on, people, come and put out the fire.

What is that guy doing?

Bang Bang Bang,

Why not come and put out the fire?

It's so uncomfortable, it's so uncomfortable...

Jiang Qiao woke up sweating again, unlike before, this time she not only remembered the content of the dream very clearly, but also very real.

The layers of heat brought by the flame seem to melt all the high temperatures, the flames of wanton aggression, and the sparks that float with the wind. These feelings, as if she were actually standing on the scene.

She could even ask the smell of burnt flesh spreading through the air.

How could you have such strange dreams?

Jiang Qiao looked at his phone, six o'clock.

She got up and went barefoot to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, the scorching summer days were gone, and the early autumn morning was unsurprisingly comfortable and cool.

Jiang Qiao looked at the sky outside the window, which was already slightly white, and decided to go downstairs to exercise, and bring Jiang's mother breakfast by the way.

Thinking that there was no one so early, Jiang Qiao went downstairs in his pajamas.

With last night's dew and this morning's grass in the air, Jiang Qiao did a few stretching exercises in the square of the community, and suddenly felt refreshed, and last night's helplessness had long been left behind.

It's good to be alive.

The breakfast cart at the front door of the community has opened, and Jiang Qiao even smelled the familiar aroma of pancake fruit, and walked forward with full spirit.

A shrill flute pierced the silence.

Jiang Qiao turned his head to see a fire truck whizzing by.

Who is so unlucky so early?

Jiang Qiao looked at the fire truck with interest, but he didn't expect the car to drive into the opposite community. Jiang Qiao was a little stunned, the opposite community was on fire?

The real and strange dream of last night suddenly came to her mind, and she thought about it and followed.

The parking spaces on both sides of the community road were full of luxury cars, and although the ambulance was not driving fast on the crowded community road, when Jiang Qiao rushed there out of breath, he found that the fire truck was ready to leave.

What's the situation? Extinguishing the fire so quickly?

The scene was already guarded by the police, and the idlers couldn't get close, and when Jiang Qiao was tiptoeing and looking inside, he happened to see a familiar back.

"Daxin, Daxin."

Running around busily inside is the newcomer policeman Mao Daxin, who has not been seen for a long time.