I still haven't figured out how this dream works, and I say it's my power, but in reality, I can't control much of it.

By the time he was so distracted, the man had already pulled the woman up. He used to carry the light in the hallway, and I didn't see what he looked like, and now I entered the dark toilet, and I couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The woman was drunk and delirious, but she still felt it when she was pulled up. She struggled weakly twice, her body still limp, her eyes half-open and half-closed.

The man pinched her, and suddenly he cursed, shook his hand, and pushed the woman away.

All I heard was a "bang", and the woman hit the wall, her body half lying on the washing machine, and she slipped to the ground slowly, and there was a muttered sound from the inside of her mouth.

The man stood for a while, groped in the toilet, went to the washbasin and washed his hands, and cursed in his mouth: "Spit like this!" Damn it! Cheap her too! ”

He turned off the faucet, turned around and walked out of the bathroom, and ran to the bedroom to rummage through the cabinets.

I took a closer look at the woman and smelled a sour smell from her. Enduring the smell, I watched in the dark for a moment, and was relieved to make sure that the woman's breathing was still steady.

But if this man was not killed by a man, how did he die?

Really drunk to death?

The man turned over the house for dozens of minutes, and it could be seen that he was very calm and bold, and when he was leaving, he went into the toilet again, and took away all the jewelry that the woman was wearing, and did not forget to pick up the bag that the woman dropped at the door.

It was silent, and the voice-activated lights in the aisle had stopped.

The man walked out, and I didn't see his appearance.

I had to stay with that woman.

When the man untied her necklace, he did it roughly, and she fell to the ground, fell into a daze, and snored for a long time.

I listened to the movement and relaxed, but the doubts came back to me.

It was even stranger when I was sure that the woman was not dead.

Why did I dream about this scene?

The woman slept until the afternoon, and woke up with a splitting headache and aches all over. I watched as she covered her head and twisted her body again, letting out a muffled grunt of pain. After a while, she came to her senses, struggled to get up from the ground, saw that she was covered in filth, frowned in disgust, and took off her clothes and bathed.

I hurriedly exited from the toilet, because the woman did not close the toilet door, I had to retreat to the side, only to find that the outside door had not been closed, and the key was still in the corner of the entrance.

No one went in or out of the house next door, but no one noticed that the door to the single woman's residence was wide open.

When the woman came out of the shower, she noticed the wide open door, her face changed, and she went to the bedroom in a panic to look, and when she turned over the cabinets, her face became whiter and whiter.

She called the police, and the police came over and did a scene investigation, but because the woman was very drunk yesterday, she couldn't provide any clues, so the police could only look for a needle in a haystack and start the investigation from the monitoring, and didn't know when the results would be available.

I now know the woman's name and address, and I know the time now.

In 2008, Room 401, Building 11, Gongnong Sixth Village.

I recalled, I don't remember who lives in No. 11 401 now, it should be an inconsequential person. When the news interviewed, the owner of the house was not photographed.

If this woman dies here, this is a murderous house. The woman lived alone again, and it is not known whether the house was rented, sold, or lived by her own family. They didn't know that there were ghosts, they should have known that there were dead people here.

Thinking about it, the woman had already sent the police away.

She was still sick from a hangover, went back to sleep, tossed and turned, and couldn't fall asleep, and it took a long time to calm down.

I saw that she was asleep, so I didn't pay attention to her, and walked around the house twice, and went to the balcony to look out.

Looking out of the window here, you can just see the public fitness facilities in the community. Some people exercised and cooled there, and many children played there.

When the sound of cooking sounded in every house, and the smell of vegetables wafted up, those people dispersed one after another.

Everything is so ordinary, and it is so beautiful together.

But I had a stone in my heart.

Suddenly there was a sound of the door opening in the room.

I was stunned, and hurriedly turned around, to find that the woman who was supposed to be lying on the bed in the bedroom was gone, and the bed was neatly folded with a quilt. I ran to the living room and saw a woman coming in with a takeaway box, a hamburger and fries. She was still licking the cone in her hand.

Without heavy makeup, wearing a sportswear and a ponytail, the woman looks fresh and beautiful, very similar to Guo Yujie's style.

She put the plastic bag on the table, took the notebook, and selected the movie. In the meantime, she just ate the cone and took out her dinner.

I was stunned.

When did this woman change her clothes and go out to buy food?

Why wasn't I pulled over?

I realized something, leaned over to the laptop screen, and looked at the date and time in the bottom right corner.

Really! It's been a month since the day the woman had a hangover!

I couldn't laugh or cry.

This dream is still very advanced, the jump time is not so blunt, and the montage technique is played!

I thought about it, is this proof that my abilities have improved?

Halfway through the woman's meal, her cell phone rang. She glanced at her phone's screen.

I saw that the communicator above wrote "Mr. Fang", and saw that the woman's face was instantly ugly, and I guessed.

She paused the movie, put down the burger, and after answering the phone, she shouted in a delicate voice: "Mr. Fang, why do you think of calling me at this time?" Yes...... I'm ...... now Well...... Mr. Fang, I ......"

The woman opened her mouth several times, her face became more and more ugly, and she was repeatedly interrupted by the other party, but she couldn't help it. She silently lowered her hand, and the phone had been hung up.

The woman took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "Just two years, endure it for another two years, and the dead old man will get out!" ”

When the police made a record, the woman reported herself to her home, saying that she was a sales manager and middle manager of a certain company, and that she had a lot of income, and that in addition to more than 3,000 cash, the stolen goods also included various jewelry and watches worth more than 100,000 yuan.

The woman went to the bedroom, changed her clothes and makeup, and when she came out again, it was the woman I saw for the first time. She still wears the same pair of peep-toe shoes, and the set of jewelry on her body is a set of rose gold, metal made of rose pattern, and set with diamonds.

I knew it was called Rose Gold, and it was all because when she reported the loss to the police, she told it and took out the invoice. I remember that the set she had stolen from her body was one of those pieces, exactly the same. Did she buy the same set again this month?

I was thinking about it when I saw the woman go out. I hurried to follow, but I didn't expect to pass through the door and I bumped into a woman with a hangover.

It was already dark outside. She was a little confused, as she had seen before, took the key, opened the door tremblingly, and threw herself on the ground as soon as she entered, like a fish falling on the shore.