"You said that this strange sculpture is really unusual, even you and I can watch the sculpture being blocked by magic just now?" Jiang Dong smoked a cigarette and asked Han Shuo, who was standing next to him.

"When things are impermanent, there must be demons." Han Shuo also squinted his eyes and looked at the people coming and going in the corner of the art museum, and the indescribable feeling just now was still in his heart.

"Hmm...... Hmm......" Just as the two were talking about the fantasy just now, Li Yifan, who had been sleeping soundly in the chair, suddenly convulsed and let out a moan.

"Boss, what's wrong with this kid?" Han Shuo pointed at Li Yifan with a nervous expression and asked, and saw that Li Yifan's face was getting bluer and bluer, his brows were furrowed, and his face was painful.

"Quick! Wake him up. Jiang Dong shouted, pushing Li Yifan next to him, and Han Shuo also followed to help, slapping Li Yifan in the face.

"Li Yifan! Wake up! Han Shuo shouted at him, his hand patting on his face, and he didn't stop his hand until Li Yifan opened his eyes suddenly.

"Heh~" Li Yifan took a sip in horror, looked around vigilantly, and kept blinking, until his blurred vision saw clearly the faces of Jiang Dong and Han Shuo in front of him, he was completely relaxed, he let out a long sigh of relief, and went to distinguish the surrounding environment with peace of mind.

"Why am I still outside the museum?" Li Yifan muttered in his heart, gasping for breath on his lips, but did not speak, his brain was thinking about everything he had just seen, distinguishing which ones were real and which ones were false.

"What do you see?" Before Li Yifan could completely recover his strength, Jiang Dong had already asked him anxiously, just wondering if he had seen something again, whether he had seen the scene of death again.

"En......" Li Yifan turned his head a little unexpectedly, the experience in the dream just now had not disappeared from his body, and his body was still stiff from his neck at the moment, and the feeling of his skin collapsing made him just want to find some water to pat on his body and face.

"Water, give it to me." Li Yifan weakly and stiffly pointed to the mineral water in Han Shuo's hand, and after taking it, he didn't care that this bottle of water had been drunk by Han Shuo, and it was as violent as pouring into his throat and face.

"Are you sure you see it again?" Jiang Dong waited for Li Yifan to pour water on the exposed skin, and then asked, eagerly waiting for his answer.

"Boss, you also wait for this kid to slow down, this is just the beginning of spring when he drains his body like this, I think he must have just had a nightmare, and he hasn't eased up yet." Han Shuo looked at Li Yifan's breathless appearance at the moment and said, even if he knew that Li Yifan had extraordinary abilities and had helped their team solve cases many times, how could there be so many homicide cases that could be coincidentally let him see.

"I saw the process of making the sculpture......" After a while, Li Yifan hesitated, moved his neck, which was no longer stiff, he looked around, looking inside from the side door of the art museum, from which he could just see the bust sculpture of a man.

“…… But I'm not sure if it's a dream...... "Li Yifan don't overdo it, from waking up to now, he has repeatedly thought about what he saw in the dream, it's too unbelievable, especially when he always sees Zhao Xin'er from time to time, she always appears in the most undesirable place.

“…… In my dream I saw a middle-aged woman questioning a man in white overalls who had been carving a human figure...... After they found me...... Just make me into a sculpture ......" Li Yifan frowned, there were many things in the dream that could not be connected.

For example, after he was discovered by the middle-aged woman, he appeared in the garden of the villa again in a blink of an eye, and from there he saw Zhao Xin'er standing by the window on the second floor, arguing with a person, and even saw Zhao Xin'er being slapped by that person.

Then he returned to the underground passage, as if he had been found by a middle-aged woman, who was tied to an operating table-like table with plastic wrap underneath him.

The middle-aged woman gave him an injection in the arm, and in a blink of an eye, he was groggy, maybe it was because of taking T-30, Li Yifan's consciousness did not pass out immediately, he could see a man with a mask, walking towards him.

The man began to cut the clothes on Li Yifan's body with a sight, until all the clothes on Li Yifan's body were cleaned, he took out a large plastic bowl, poured half a bowl of viscous liquid into it, walked to Li Yifan's side again, and brushed the cold and viscous liquid on Li Yifan with a brush.

"And then?" Seeing Li Yifan's sudden hesitation, Jiang Dong asked.

"He brushed the viscous liquid all over my body, and as it passed through my mouth and nose, he would use a thin knife to make a cut in the mucous membrane so that I could continue to breathe." When Li Yifan told this, he deliberately concealed that he had seen Zhao Xin'er in his dream.

He looked at Han Shuo beside Jiang Dong, from Han Shuo's eyes, Li Yifan clearly felt distrust, he was not like Jiang Dong now, he would record everything Li Yifan said in detail as a clue.

Han Shuo just pestled there, looking at Li Yifan, quietly listening to him, analyzing how small the reality of his nightmare was.

“…… When the mucus dried, it was like a thin layer of rubber, clinging to my body, and it kept retracting, as if it was going to ...... It was to hold me tightly, as if to clearly show every inch of skin and texture on my body......

I thought that was the end of it...... It ends when the skin and body are strangled to the point of exploding...... However, this was only the beginning, and then the man took a box of plaster liquid, and slowly brushed it on the film on my body.

The rubber film that had been retracting seemed to be no longer retracting, and the man began to brush the cast on me while pressing against my skin, as if to make the texture and folds of the skin visible to the skin that had been strangled and began to swell...... That's all I saw ......"

Li Yifan lowered his head and looked at his arm, the kind of plaster that was strangled tightly first, painted with plaster, on the platform with high wattage lighting, the plaster dried quickly, and then just came out of the swelling strangled by the rubber, and felt the dryness and painful and itchy skin after the plaster dried.

“…… The tightness of the plaster on the skin is too uncomfortable......" Li Yifan pinched the back of his hand, even though he had just been wet with water, his hand was still uncomfortable at the moment when the air evaporated and the water was dry.