Is it a coincidence?

Or is it her delusion?

"Yaoyao, what's wrong?" He Jianing looked at her with concern.

Meng Yao looked at her mother's expression, but still swallowed this strange thing into her stomach.

She leaned on the hospital bed uncertainly, brushed her hair, and said, "Mom, give me my phone." ”

"You, don't play with your phone if you're not in good health." He Jianing said softly.

"No, Mom, I seem to have heard ...... just now" Meng Yao paused, her expression darkened, "I heard them say that the female star Luo Yao died, I like her a lot...... Just ten minutes, I'll see what's going on. ”

Turn on your phone, no need to search for it, countless pushes have popped up in the notification bar.

#新晋金岚奖影后洛瑶坠海, unfortunately died. #

#是他杀还是意外, is there any secret to Luo Yao's death? #

#婚礼上痛失好友, Lin Sheng'er couldn't cry. #

#多位明星发文悼念, Luo Yao, go all the way! #

……

Meng Yao stared straight at the latest piece of news.

In this news, the police have defined her death as an accident in which she fell into the sea, ruling out the possibility of homicide.

Wrong!

Someone obviously pushed her down!

But who was going to kill her?

Last night, there were many guests on the cruise ship, including her close friends, several face-to-face friends, and strangers she had never met.

For a while, Meng Yao's mind was chaotic, and she didn't have a clue.

And, the last person who jumped into the sea to save her.

And who?

……

Cold, claustrophobic morgue.

The door was pushed open, and two figures walked in, one behind the other.

"Luo Yao's body is in cabinet U4414." One of them spoke.

The numbered freezer was pulled open, and a human figure covered in white cloth but vaguely revealing a graceful silhouette appeared in front of the two figures.

The other figure is a long and handsome man.

He stepped forward, his slender fingers grasping the edge of the white cloth, and gently uncovering it.

Revealing a pale but beautiful face underneath.

Most of the man's body stood in the shadows.

Cool-toned lighting within the reflection of the metal cabinet creates a cold and delicate silhouette.

His dark eyes were cold and deep, staring at a small mole behind the female corpse's right ear, and his gaze did not wander at all.

Is that you?

For a long time, after a long time.

The man's thin lips finally moved: "The result of the investigation, is it an accidental death?" ”

The voice is very magnetic, but it is cold, cool, as if it is the same as his person, there is no temperature.

"Judging from the testimonies of the wedding guests obtained so far, as well as the autopsy reports given by the medical examiner, there is nothing suspicious."

The man was silent, his eyes still staring at the female corpse with heavy eyes, and after a long time, he finally covered the white cloth back.

Then, stride away.

……

Spent three days in the hospital.

Meng Yao found that in addition to being reborn, she also seemed to possess a strange ability.

In some of her dreams, she was able to predict what would happen in the future.

The reason why I say some is because from the experience of these three days, she will have two kinds of dreams.

One is the most common dream, which everyone does, has no meaning, and most of it is forgotten shortly after waking up.

The other is a strange prophetic dream, which allows her to predict the future after a certain period of time.

The dreams of the prophetic dreams are extremely clear, even if Meng Yao wakes up for a long time, he can remember every subtle detail.

At first, Meng Yao was a little puzzled, in his memory, the original owner in the past did not have such an ability.

But soon after, she accepted it calmly.

The resurrection of the soul by borrowing the corpse has happened, and with the ability to predict future dreams, it seems that there is no need to make a fuss......

"It just doesn't seem to be useful......" The little hand held her cheek, and Meng Yao looked melancholy.

She had already realized that in this prophetic dream, she could not decide what she would dream about, and she could not even control the content of the dream.

This ability seems to be a bit of a chicken rib.