I dreamed again, and in the dream I killed someone again.

I've killed her countless times in my dreams for half a year.

Every time I wake up two or three hours after falling asleep to this same nightmare, this time was no exception.

I sat up abruptly from the bed, sweating profusely and my mouth and tongue dry.

After looking at the familiar layout in the bedroom for a while, the crazy beating heart slowly calmed down.

I got up and turned on the light, poured a glass of water and drank it down, finally coming back to my senses.

In my dream, I was on the rooftop, and there was a woman sitting on the edge of the rooftop with her back to me, and I looked down on her face, but I could hear her humming a strange tune.

But every time she hummed halfway through the song, I couldn't help myself, pushed her off the height of more than 30 floors, and then watched her fall from a height of hundreds of meters.

This strange dream has played out in my mind hundreds of times, and I have killed her hundreds of times.

I consider myself a qualified counselor, but I can't tell why I keep having these dreams.

I knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep for a while, so I simply grabbed my phone and went to the balcony to smoke a cigarette to relieve my mood, and by the way, I tried a little more to see if I could think of clues.

So why does this nightmare keep haunting me?

A night breeze blew and the papers on the table rattled.

These papers are the cases of my recent visitors, and I randomly picked up the top one, and the two most conspicuous words jumped into my sight for the first time.

Madoka.

Madoka was the youngest of my many visitors, and in my opinion, the most ...... A weird one.

Madoka is nine years old and started coming to me for counseling six months ago, and the reason why she is weird is because every time we meet, Madoka always gives me the feeling that every time I visit is what happens to her, and I have never seen her have any mood swings.

Especially yesterday, at the end of the consultation, she stood in front of the door with the pink puppet in her hand, tilted her head and said to me: "The truth is buried under the yellow sand, so people worship lies." ”

The truth? Sand?

How could a nine-year-old girl say such a thing? Could it be that I have read too many fantasy novels?

At this moment, a strange thought suddenly flashed through my mind: it seems that it was the first time I started to have this strange dream since I first came into contact with Madoka!

Could it be ...... The reason for this repetitive dream that I have had recently is Madoka?

I have a vague feeling that what is happening to me now seems to be inseparable from this weird little girl, I don't know what role she has played in my life, but there is no doubt that the trajectory of my life has slowly changed since she appeared.

Thinking of this, I don't feel sleepy at all, anyway, it's only nine o'clock, instead of thinking about it here, it's better to go to Madoka and ask for clarification.

I picked up Madoka's case and went downstairs and drove my dilapidated jeep straight to the address Madoka had left on the medical record.

Madoka's address on the case was in a tube building at the junction of urban and rural areas, where the buildings were at least 60 years old, and the infrastructure was extremely much out of order, with chicken and duck droppings everywhere on the road, and dim street lamps silently towering on both sides of the road, desperately emitting a faint light.

I parked in front of a dilapidated old building, the dilapidated tube building completely submerged in the night, with no light shining through from beginning to end, like a huge coffin.

It's only nine o'clock now, why do people here go to bed so early?