The woman was silent. Both father and son acted as if they hadn't caught the rape. The two cleaned the kitchen, ignoring the woman.

The woman lay in bed early, but never fell asleep. I could see the rolling eyeballs under her eyelids, and I could see her fluttering eyelashes and hands gripping the quilt.

When the man lay down beside her, her body stiffened.

The couple agreed and did not talk about catching adultery.

The next morning, the family of three got up.

The father and son complained again about the woman forgetting to turn off the fire.

"I couldn't make it to class this morning. Dad, you can help me call the counselor. ”

"College students, do you still want your parents to take leave? Tell the teacher yourself. ”

"Our counselors are strict, and it's useless to say it yourself."

"Okay, I'll hit it on the train. I'm not done with this business trip yet. ”

Just listening to what the father and son said, it seems that one of the two came back from a business trip, and the other could not go back to school on the weekend, all because of the fire caused by the woman's accident.

I had that sense of absurdity again.

The woman ate her breakfast in silence. She made this breakfast. The father and son got up first and ate the breakfast that the man went out to buy in the morning. The woman ate the rice.

As I remember, this was the scene from the last dream, Monday. It's also such a bowl of soaked rice, and that jar of pickles. However, there is a year difference in time, and this pickle is still full, and it has basically not been touched.

After breakfast, the family of three went out.

The woman went to work.

The woman's mental condition was very poor, and when she came home at night, the room was deserted, and there was no one in the house.

Until Friday night, the father and son did not return home.

The woman seemed impatient and called the two.

The young man said he had something to do at school, and the man said he hadn't finished his work.

Before the man was about to hang up the phone, the woman blurted out, "Are you eating with her?" ”

The man on the other end of the phone was silent.

"How is she?" The woman asked faintly.

I don't understand the question.

It took a long time for the man to reply, "She's divorced." I got divorced a few years ago and only came back a few days ago. ”

"Oh." The woman answered, and after a while, "Are you going to divorce me?" ”

"Hmm."

"When?"

"I'll be back for the weekend. I also got the divorce agreement ready, the property was divided equally, and the son belonged to me. I'll give you the house. ”

"I ...... Got it......" the woman sobbed in agreement.

The conversation between the couple is so weird.

Could it be that the man surnamed Gu and this man have another story?

I was so anxious that I was disgruntled with the long and protracted dream, but things didn't go my way.

Saturday was fine, and on Sunday, the woman answered the phone and asked to go to the company to get a document.

After answering the phone, the woman was even a little happy and called the man, saying that the company was working overtime and would return late.

I knew she was trying to delay the divorce.

The man didn't say anything.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and went out in the same clothes she had worn when she died.

My heart jumped, but the thought of the couple's oddity made me wonder what I had guessed before.

Was it really the father and son who killed the killers?

Because it is not rush hour, the buses are very busy.

The woman sat in the bus, leaning against the window, looking out.

This is a scene that was not in the previous dream.

I stood idly in the empty carriage. I can say that I have been squeezing the bus for two weeks, and suddenly I took the bus, and the side is no longer crowded, and I am still a little unaccustomed. I looked at the empty seats in the car and tried to find a place to sit. Even if it's crowded during rush hour, now that there is a vacant seat, I don't have any problems with physical strength even if I can't see it, so I want to sit down at this time.

I turned my head and saw the man sitting in the back row of the bus. He wears a cap and is dressed quite youngly. I felt that this person made me feel a little familiar, and when I looked closely, I couldn't remember where I had seen him.

It's a strange city, and here, everyone I know is related to women, and they have seen it in these two dreams and two weeks. There is certainly no such person among the woman's colleagues. Neighbor? People in the community?

I remembered that this person seemed to have come out of the neighborhood with a woman.

Is it a resident of the community?

At the time of reminiscence, time passed, and the woman arrived at the station and changed cars. The man I knew well also came down and followed the woman on the same bus.

I had some bad premonitions.

When the man followed the woman into the office building, I realized something, but I was a little puzzled.

The two entered the elevator and pressed different floors, and the man was going to two floors higher than the woman.

The woman was still absent-minded because of the divorce, and she didn't pay much attention to the man, and when she reached the floor, she walked out directly.

I was vigilant and kept staring at the man, when I saw that the other party reached into his trouser pocket at this time and grabbed something in the palm of his hand.

The man followed the woman out of the elevator, and the thing he was holding in his hand suddenly popped out a blade, and he quickly pierced the woman's waist. His other hand covered the woman's mouth, blocking the woman's cries and cries in her throat.

He stabbed the woman's back seven or eight times in a row, and the woman's blood spilled all over the ground and stained his clothes red.

This scene happened so fast that even if I was vigilant and instinctively tried to stop it at the first time, I couldn't do anything about this murderer.

When the woman died, she probably didn't react, and when her body was grabbed by the murderer, her soul floated out directly, becoming the state of the previous dream.

The murderer put the woman on the ground, went to the toilet on this floor, and took some tools out.

I think he was well prepared, and the murder was definitely not impulsive, but planned.

The woman's ghost was now able to move, unconsciously screaming in pain, and headed for the office.

I watched the murderer skillfully handle the corpse, and I had to keep up as the female ghost walked farther and farther away.

The dream switches at this point.

The female ghost and I both showed up in her home. The father and son were there.

The man called the female ghost's mobile phone, listened to it for a while, and hung up angrily, "It's still off." ”

"What the hell is Mommy going to do?" Young people complained.

"She just doesn't want to get divorced and disappear." The man pulled his hair, "If you can't get in touch by the time, I'll call the police." ”

The dream switches again.

The man called the police, the police investigated, and the woman's colleague said that he had called her and asked her to take the documents to the training point, but she did not show up in the office building and said that the woman had come, but she did not see her leaving the woman's brother from the main gate to make a fuss, suspecting that the adulterer and the unconscionable nephew had killed his sister, but all three had alibi.

It was also during this normal process that I learned about men and women surnamed Gu.

During this time, the female ghost moved like the first dream, screaming in pain, leaving behind a corpse that no one could see, but could touch.

This home seems to be staging an absurd tragedy.