My thoughts flew around, but I couldn't find the answer, I naturally had no sleep all night, but it was really thanks to Xiao Ai who was next to the bed that after an emergency meeting, he could continue to sleep until dawn, and I was also impressed in my heart.

Since Chu Junxi has spoken, the work of the training camp will naturally not change in any way because of last night's events, and we still go to the canteen with the flow of people to have breakfast, and then go to the largest conference room on the third floor of Building 13 to participate in the training.

Different from the small red building we live in, Building 13 is a row of very magnificent white high-rise buildings, surrounded by cold plums, cold fragrance, the atmosphere is indeed very good, but because of what happened last night, many colleagues entered the conference room with big bags under their eyes and dark circles, and their spirits did not look very good.

After all, there was a homicide, even if many people were not woken up by the scream last night, but after an emergency call, they could naturally find out what was going on, and it was inevitable that people would panic and their relatives would be in danger.

Because I didn't sleep last night, the teacher who gave the lecture today had a thick nasal voice, like a slender lullaby, and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep in Zhou Gong's dreamland.

At first, I just smelled the cold fragrance of cold plums, it felt like applying cool oil to the tip of my nose, and my whole body was cool and swishing, and then suddenly it was dark in front of my eyes, and it turned from day to night, I suddenly found myself in an antique courtyard, the night was low at the moment, and the houses in the courtyard were completely unlit, except for the night light above my head that was not too dim to make me see, it felt like falling into a dark ink tank.

I blinked desperately, vaguely remembering that I wasn't dreaming? Why is it here?

I quietly twisted it on my thigh, but I didn't feel the pain, so I was still dreaming? But why do I know I'm dreaming? And it feels too real, right?

I was confused and didn't know what was going on, when I heard a slight "squeak" sound from behind me, and I almost jumped up.

hurriedly turned around, but saw that the door of the courtyard was carefully pushed open from the outside, and a small head poked in, as if to inquire about the surrounding situation.

Thieves? I was stunned for a moment before I reacted, and when I was thinking about whether to hide first, I felt two eyes pass over my body, but without pause, I turned directly to other places. Finally, a delicate figure scurried in and closed the door.

Judging by her back and the long hair of her shawl, she is a girl, not a thief. But the fact that she had just swept my gaze as if there was nothing confirmed my suspicion that I was indeed dreaming, but this dream was very strange, and it was strange that I, the protagonist, actually remembered that I was dreaming.

When the girl closed the door, she tiptoed towards the room on the left, and I subconsciously followed her to see what she was doing.

After passing through the small courtyard in all directions, she stopped in front of the locked door of the house in the middle, as if she was hesitating about something, as if she was struggling with something.

I simply walked to her right and took in the glow of the night to see her countenance.

A very pure and clean face, with slightly baby fat cheeks, white skin that can pinch out water, long black hair draped over the shoulders, big eyes bright as stars, and it looks like he is only thirteen or fourteen years old. She was wearing an army green dress, although her breasts were flat and not yet fully developed, her hips were slightly upturned, and her legs were straight and unknotted, so she was estimated to be in good shape in the future.

As I was looking, the lights in the room suddenly came on, startling not only the girl, but also me.

A woman's very low and suppressed voice came from the house, "Xiaofei, are you willing to come back?" ”

Xiaofei? My heart jumped, I just felt that this name was a little familiar, and then I thought about it, wasn't it the name that Sister Zhang read last night? She said her daughter's name was Xiaofei?

Suddenly, I only felt cold on the soles of my feet, wind on the back of my head, and stiff all over my body without any heat. But I couldn't do anything, and I didn't even have the courage to turn around and run away, until Xiaofei next to me timidly pushed open the door and walked into the house slowly, I gradually recovered from my frightened state.

Raising my head, I looked at the woman sitting on the rattan chair opposite, with thick double eyelids, a slightly sunken nose, slightly thicker lips, a yellowish complexion, and her facial features were completely consistent with Sister Zhang, but there were no fine crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and she looked much younger. She was wearing a hand-knitted red sweater with a thick cotton jacket on the outside, sitting at the table and staring at her daughter Xiaofei in front of her with her eyes firmly in mind, the anger surging in her eyes was daunting, but it also showed a bit of parental majesty.

Seeing her like this, thinking of her helpless and confused expression last night, the fear in my heart was gradually replaced by sympathy and pity, after all, she is not a heinous bad person, but why did she end up so tragically? Since I have a relationship with her, and she finds me in a state of fascination, should I help her find the real culprit so that she can leave in peace?

Unlike the fear of encountering strange events before, I quickly calmed down and decided to figure out the whole thing and help Sister Zhang go through the path of reincarnation that she should take.

And I immediately thought that this daydream may not be groundless, maybe Sister Zhang has found out that she is not a normal person, and deliberately used this dream to let me understand something, and may even want me to help her find the murderer and understand the truth about her death!

After I figured it out, I decided that if I decided to figure out the whole thing, what was there to be afraid of?

Therefore, I also followed Xiaofei into the house and sat down in a corner at random, anyway, the mother and daughter couldn't see me.

I saw Xiaofei standing in the room timidly, her head hanging very low and low, obviously doing something wrong.

Sister Zhang waited for a long time and didn't see her speak, and her voice unconsciously raised and asked, "Say, where have you been?" ”

Xiao Fei trembled, but her head hung lower.

The silence was like flowing water running across this house of only a dozen square meters, and even I could feel the sense of oppression and suffocation in the air, so I simply shifted my gaze to look at the surrounding environment.

The place we are in should be the living room, except for the rattan chair where Sister Zhang is sitting and the half-old wooden cabinet next to her, the only furniture in the room is a set of square wooden tables and chairs that I am sitting on. On the wall behind Sister Zhang, there is a very old-fashioned portrait of ***, which evokes some memories of my youth, after all, in the era when we were born, many people will hang a painting in the middle hall at home, with the meaning of praying in it, and the portrait of *** was very common at that time.

There is a room at the end of each side of the living room, but there is no door, only two dark blue cloths are used to separate the living room from the room. At this time, the flower cloth was not lifted, so I could not see the furnishings inside, but judging from the current situation of their family, the environment should not be much better, belonging to a very ordinary family, perhaps a little worse than my family background when I was a child.