"I killed someone?"

Jiang Qiao stared blankly at the man in front of him who was lying in a pool of blood, his head was cut in half, and the transparent brain and blood mixed together, forming a winding stream on the ground, slowly extending to Jiang Qiao's feet.

Jiang Qiao's gaze turned to herself, in the mirror, not only was her face and clothes splashed with large blood stains, but the most desperate thing was that she was holding a white flower brain in her hand, and the bright red unknown object at her mouth and feet made her stomach juice constantly tumble and surge.

Everything shows that she has killed someone.

Jiang Qiao's mind was blank: how she came here, why she killed this person, I don't know.

Bang bang bang ~ a fierce knock on the door.

"Policeman, the people inside listen and open the door immediately!" The noise outside fell silent, and a familiar voice rang out.

Is it Mao Daxin?!

What's going on?

Jiang Qiao looked at himself in the mirror in a broken heart, but he didn't expect the reflection in the mirror to look at him with a smile and speak...

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes suddenly, the bright moonlight outside the window entered the room, the dim halo made everything in the room clear, Jiang Qiao took a breath and sat up, it was the seventh day, after returning from Huaishu Village, she woke up late because of a nightmare, obviously everything in the dream was so real, but the moment she opened her eyes, she forgot everything.

Jiang Qiao glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside, 3:05, it was this time again, every time I woke up from a nightmare, I don't know if it was a coincidence, or what it meant.

Jiang Qiao lifted the quilt, the nightmare made her sweat, and now she only felt dry mouth, she casually lifted the corner of her pajamas and wiped the sweat, got out of bed and opened the door, ready to go to the living room to find some water to drink.

Jiang Qiao walked into the living room softly, and to her surprise, Cha Cha didn't run to her. Strange, Cha Cha is especially vigilant at night, no matter how quiet Jiang Qiao is when she gets up at night, Cha Cha will know immediately, and she waited at the door early without waiting for her to open the door.

She glanced at the corner, Cha Cha was not in its nest, so late, where did it run to play?

Jiang Qiao drank the water in the cup in one go, and walked to the middle of the living room to find Cha Cha: "Did you go to sleep in your mother's room?" Jiang Qiao glanced at the living room to himself, and was about to go back to the room.

Suddenly, the rocking chair next to the sofa moved on its own, making a babbling sound, which was particularly abrupt in the silent living room.

Jiang Qiao snorted, and his steps instantly stiffened in mid-air, not moving, not moving. Anyway, he is also a person who has seen a big scene, Jiang Qiao took a deep breath, turned his head, and sat on the rocking chair with a pale-faced old lady.

She's seen this old lady!

This is the owner of the breakfast shop she frequents, and her churros and pot edges are the best in the neighborhood. Even Jiang Li, who has experienced a lot of food under the leadership of Mao Daxin, still has a soft spot for the craftsmanship of this boss. This one, the day after returning from Huaishu Village, he urged Jiang Qiao to buy it again and again.

Unfortunately, when I went back the next day, the boss didn't open the door.

Seeing the old lady's appearance, I'm afraid that I won't be able to open the door in the future.

The old lady sitting in the rocking chair was in the same state as usual, except for her face being a little worse, with a blue cardigan with small flowers, black sleeves on her arms to keep it clean, and black cotton pants on her lower body, which is what she usually wears when she goes out of the stall.

"Mother-in-law... You... Are you here for me? For some reason, Jiang Qiao didn't have a little fear in her heart at this time, she turned around and sat on the sofa next to the rocking chair.

When Jiang Qiao got closer, he noticed that the old lady was not wearing shoes on her feet.

"I miss my boy, you help me call him back, I want to see him one last time." The old lady's voice was peaceful, almost exactly the same as the one she usually spoke.

In fact, Jiang Qiao likes this old lady very much, unlike the shrewdness of other business owners, this old lady's pot is always full of fresh soup, and when she checks out, she asks the guests to throw the money into the small box by themselves, and she never asks. Sometimes, if she encounters a homeless person or something, she will give it to others for free.

"Mother-in-law, you know you've been... Already dead? Jiang Qiao hesitated again and again, but still said this fact.

The old lady smiled: "Mmmm, I know, I just want to see my boy again before I leave, can you help me find him, my body is still lying at home, I want him to give me one last ride." ”

"You... You... "Haven't you been buried yet? Jiang Qiao swallowed the second half of the words back stiffly.

"I'm leaving, my home is in Building 16, Guanyin Temple Street, and the innermost room on the first floor is my home... Thank you. The figure of the old lady gradually disappeared from the rocking chair.

Wangwang~

Jiang Qiao opened her eyes, her face was wet and a little itchy, she turned her head sideways, it turned out that Cha Cha was curled up on the side of her pillow and licking her face gently, her big grape-like eyes were still staring vigilantly out of the window.

Jiang Qiao sat up and looked out the window, there was nothing outside the half-open window.

But Cha Cha still looked out of the window vigilantly, arched his body to block between Jiang Qiao and the window, Jiang Qiao held Cha Cha in his arms, touched its head gently, and then looked at the alarm clock at the bedside, 3:10.

Odd? Was it real just now, or was it dreaming?

Jiang Qiao got out of bed with Cha Cha in his arms and walked into the living room, where the rocking chair where the old lady was sitting just now stood motionless, and there was no half-drunk water cup on the dining table. Everything that just happened was so real that it turned out to be just a dream.

Jiang Qiao sat thoughtfully on the sofa, looking at the empty rocking chair, Cha Cha in her arms curled up in her arms obediently, looking at the master with a look of love, Jiang Qiao buried her face in Cha Cha's warm hair, smelling the familiar smell, but her mind kept recalling all kinds of dreams...

Was everything just a dream?

"Guanyin Temple... Number 16... That's it. Jiang Qiao led Cha Cha and stood in front of an old-fashioned red brick building.

This area is full of old houses, which seem to be about to be demolished, and most of the residents are elderly people who live alone or have no children. Several old ladies gathered together, sitting on all kinds of broken chairs in front of the building, squinting in the sun, their faces calm and bland.

It was rare to see a young man with a raw face, the old ladies cheered up, stared at Jiang Qiao curiously, Jiang Qiao smiled at them, walked into the corridor with Chacha, a rotten smell rushed straight to the nose, and dense dust floated in the sunlight shining through the cracks in the corridor, Jiang Qiao resisted the urge to sneeze and walked to the last room.

The door was closed, Jiang Qiao tentatively knocked a few times, there was no movement inside, knocked a few more times, and there was a dull sound, like something, falling to the ground.

Meow~ A cat meow came from the crack in the door.