When Lin Ying received a call from Shen Yu and learned that she was going to take a few days off, she wanted to speak directly and ask Shen Yu to come back quickly, because just after Yan and Shen went to Xi'an, the Niangniang Temple in Xieguan Town finally had an accident.

Shortly after they took off from Weiyang Airport, Lin Ying received a call from the director of the Evil Pass Town Sect.

The Sect Director's tone was so anxious that he stammered a little when he spoke.

"Team Lin, something's wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Lin Ying guessed something at once, but she didn't seem to dare to say it directly.

Director Zong was snorting on the other end of the phone, and his voice sounded a little hoarse.

"Lao Zong, don't panic, is there something wrong with Niangniang Temple? Is it a dead man? ”

"Team Lin, no, no dead people, but it's worse than dead people!"

Director Zong finally took a breath, but probably because of his nervousness, he still jumped a little when he spoke, and Lin Ying finally understood the strange thing he encountered today-

The night before, the head of the sect had a strange dream.

The dream is simple, but it's also weird.

In the dream, there was a faceless man with long hair hanging down, covering half of his face, and the other half of his face, with only a black hole.

That eye stared at the sect director for a long, long time. Then, slowly, he turned away.

What made the sect chief tremble was that behind him, there was also the same face, the same long hair, and the same black hole......

Director Zong woke up from a nightmare, he had been a criminal policeman all his life, and he had seen too many things, big and small.

In the year he became deputy director, there was a murder in a mountain village in the north.

The murderer was a schizophrenic man, he was holding a firewood knife, first hacked his family to death, and then rushed to the neighbor's house, hacking and slashing the neighbor's entire family of five. Finally, he chopped off the man's head with a knife and fled deep into the mountains.

After receiving the report, the director of the sect immediately rushed to the scene. It was as if there was a sense of heaven and man, and they had just driven into the mountains, and suddenly there were dark clouds like ink and heavy rain pouring down.

On the rain-soaked mountain road, with the help of the dim car lights, they finally saw the murderer.

He carried a bloody human head in one hand and a bloody hatchet in the other. There was also a man lying beside him, who should have been attacked, because the stagnant water around him had been stained bright red with blood.

The victim was a passerby, and he just happened to pass by here, and ended up being a ghost under the knife for no reason.

What's even more terrifying is that the police found that the murderer was carrying a firewood knife in his hand and a firewood knife pinned to his waist, at this time a truck happened to drive by, and the murderer threw out the head in his hand and threw it at the police car.

In this way, the murderer and the police confronted the police for more than two hours on the mountain road in the rain. In the end, he leaned his back against the truck bed, brandished two firewood knives, and stubbornly resisted the officers.

"Come here, Lao Tzu cut eight people today, and another pair is considered complete!"

The head of the sect still remembers the appearance of that man, he was drenched in heavy rain, his hair that had not been taken care of for many years hung down from his forehead and stuck to his face in locks, he was covered in blood, his face was flushed, and he was still screaming like a ghost with a missing tooth.

But the director of the sect still took the lead in pounced, and the moment the murderer raised his hand, he also raised his hands and grabbed it with all his might.

He wanted to catch the murderer's wrist, but this move was a dangerous move, the heavy rain was slippery, the night was dark, and as long as he was careless, the heavy wood knife would probably kill his hands.

The head of the sect has experienced a hundred battles, and of course he is aware of this, but the stubborn gangster in front of him is already extremely vicious. He was like a murderer, wielding a firewood knife, and seeing that posture, he had to "take away" a few more lives before he felt that it was "enough".

People who are desperate often have more powerful willpower, and if this stalemate continues, some police officers who can't hold it at first will start to shiver, and a single negligence may cause another bloody case.

At the moment when he rushed over, he was also afraid, terrified, because that wood knife might destroy him or kill him......

But that fear is completely different from the fear in today's dreams. The fear of snatching the knife is the chance of success if you fight it, and the fear brought by this strange dream is an unpredictable and indescribable fear.

He doesn't have any fear alone, and who doesn't have a nightmare?

However, when he arrived at the class the next day, Lao Lu was pouring water there, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a bullfight in red cloth in the arena.

"What's the matter, Lao Lu, you stayed up late yesterday?"

"Grandma is a bear, I was scared to wake up by a dream last night." Lao Lu pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray and said.

"Yo, what dream? Let's hear it. As soon as the sect director heard the word dream, his heart suddenly felt uncomfortable as if he had been pricked by a needle.

"Nothing, I dreamed of a man in a white robe with a disheveled head, who stared at me with one eye with half of his face exposed. I tried to avoid him, but I went around and found that he was still staring at me - and guess why? ”

"Because he also has an identical face on the back of his head?" The head of the sect said half inquiring, half confirming.

"Director, you're awesome! That's it! Can you even see through your dreams? ”

"Don't boast, you go and ask your colleagues who else dreamed last night!"

Lu Yufang smiled: "Director, do you want to engage Zhou Gong to interpret dreams?" ”

"Go!"

Who knew that it didn't take long for Lu Yufang to come back, and the sect director looked at him with a dark face and a little dazed eyes.

"Director, it's too evil! Several people have dreamed - and they have the same dreams as me......"

The head of the sect shuddered: "I also had the same dream. ”

Lu Yufang was shocked, he suddenly remembered and said: "Director, I found out that the people in our institute who have dreamed have all been to Niangniang Temple that night!" ”

In fact, from the very beginning, Director Zong thought of this direction, because the two-faced one-eyed man in the dream was very similar to the legendary Xiao Yuanjun.

Director Zong picked up the phone. There is a village next to Niangniang Temple, called Lukou Village, which is only about three kilometers away from Niangniang Temple.

The village chief of Lukou Village is surnamed Lang, who is the same age as the director of the sect, and is a loyal and reliable person.

"Lao Lang, you are close to Niangniang Temple, has there been any movement over there in the past two days?"

"I've been staring at it, everything is normal, it's just that this temple was built a little fast, and it has filled up that small hill - I'm thinking about it, I'll ask someone from the county planning bureau to come and see it earlier!"

"Have you been there this morning? Why don't you run an errand for me and take a look? Director Zong said.

"Okay, I'll run after drinking soy milk!"

"You hurry up and go to the Niangniang Temple to see if there are any moths over there?" Director Zong had a telephone conference in the morning, and he couldn't leave by himself, but he really couldn't rest assured - it was nothing for one person to dream, and everyone in the institute had the same dream, which was too evil.

Lu Yufang said yes and walked out quickly, but as soon as he went out, he turned back again.

"Director, there is something, I don't know if I should talk about it......"./15_15456/