The familiar melody of "Ding Ding Ding ......" drilled into my ears, and just after that roar, it was the ringtone of Ran Sinian's mobile phone.

Ran Sinian slowly opened his eyes, and under the bright light of his mobile phone, he saw the familiar ceiling of his bedroom.

It is not surprising that Ran Sinian had the dream that he had experienced on the morning of the explosion again, because it was Ran Sinian's homework every night, and he wanted to have this dream every night. And the dream he wants to have, he can do, this is also the so-called subconscious superpower he acquired after experiencing the explosion and not dying of a severe brain injury.

This time, Ran Sinian still didn't see the courier's face clearly in his dream, in fact, it was not only the courier, but also the cleaning aunt who appeared in his dream, the front desk lady, and his unlucky female assistant who was killed in his place, the faces of these people, Ran Sinian didn't remember them in his dream, and they couldn't distinguish each other. Because of that explosion, Ran Sinian not only gained subconscious superpowers, but also lost the ability to recognize people's facial images, that is, he suffered from facial agnosia, commonly known as face blindness.

To Ran Sinian's chagrin, he is not only face blind in reality, but can only distinguish different people by distinguishing people's voices, dress, hairstyles, behavioral characteristics, or the thick beard, glasses, and larger moles on his face, and even in his dreams, in the field of his pride, he is still face blind.

It seems that it is not a task that can be achieved in a short period of time to recreate the experience of that morning by dreaming, so as to remember the face of the courier, find the man who was hired by the man behind the scenes, and catch the man behind the scenes.

What made Ran Sinian even more annoyed was that even if the customer who came to his villa yesterday to help him interpret his dream was the bomb man courier, he didn't recognize him at all, and he received him very kindly, treating him as his own food and clothing.

Thinking of the word "food and clothing", Ran Sinian felt even more ironic. Since that bombing, to be precise, since the beginning of an incident that happened after the bombing, after the death of a woman, he is no longer a future star that his teacher is proud of, but a lost dog who was expelled from the industry, and no other psychological agency is willing to appoint him again, he has no choice but to change careers, from a counselor who uses "dream interpretation" to a so-called god stick who makes a little money by interpreting dreams, from the "Mr. Ran" who was quite respected in the mouth of people in the past, has become the exaggerated and funny "Master Ran" in the mouths of customers now.

Ran Sinian grabbed the ringing phone, glanced at the time and caller ID, and the phone screen suddenly made him wake up from his daze. It's 2:05 a.m. and the caller ID doesn't show any numbers!

Will anyone make a harassing call without a number at this time?

"Hello?" Ran Sinian calmly answered the phone, hoping that this would not be some boring harassing call, and he knew very well that his subconscious was expecting something troublesome and interesting to happen.

"Are you Ran Sinian? The master who specializes in dreams? "It was so quiet on the other end of the phone that the person who spoke actually used a voice changer! The voice and intonation are low and eerie.

"I am, you are?" Ran Sinian couldn't help but feel a little proud, he had a hunch that this phone call was definitely not simple, and it was not sure that it would lead to some complex and interesting events.

"I have a question for you," the man said calmly, making it difficult to understand his identity and purpose, and he asked word by word, "Dream, can you kill people?" ”

The corners of Ran Sinian's mouth pulled up a faint smile, and he replied with interest: "This question is more complicated, if you want me to go past these complicated explanations now and give you an answer directly, my answer is, yes, dreams can kill." ”

The other party seemed to be relieved, sighed, finally had some tone, and sighed: "It seems that you are really a master, I hesitated for a long time before risking exposure to call you for this call for help, I originally thought, if you answer that I can't kill people in my dream, I will hang up the phone directly." ”

"What happened to you?" Ran Sinian tried to be as friendly as possible, for fear that the other party would hang up the phone, "If it's convenient, please come to me tomorrow to talk, it's always not convenient to talk on the phone." ”

"My dream killed someone, to be precise, I killed someone in my dream, but that person really died in reality, and it was the way I died in my dream."

It was indeed a little interesting, Ran Sinian paused for a moment and responded: "Is it possible a coincidence?" ”

The other party seemed to be a little angry, and asked rhetorically in a louder voice: "Once is a coincidence, but what about five times?" Could five times also be a coincidence? ”

Ran Sinian put away a smile at the corner of his mouth, frowned and asked, "You killed five people in your dream, and those five people really died in reality?" Or is it the way you die in your dreams? ”

"It's six people," the other party resumed his robot-like tone, making an eerie voice through the voice changer without emotion, "I had a total of five murderous dreams, and one of them killed two people at once, so a total of six people died." Master Ran, you say, am I cursed by the devil? ”

Ran Sinian hurriedly retorted, "Of course not, there is no devil in my place at all, if you have to say that there is, the devil is hidden in your subconscious, but you don't know it yet." I think it's absolutely necessary for us to meet and talk about it in detail......"

"I can't show my face, I know, you have a good relationship with the police, if I show up, you will definitely call the police, the police will definitely identify me as the murderer of those five murders, they will not believe that any dream can kill people. The reason why I called you is because I have recently started to have that terrible dream again, and I know very well that my dream is going to kill again, and this time it is a director - Chang Qing! ”

"You mean, you didn't mean to let those people die? Including evergreen? Do you want me to remind Chang Qing that you want the police to protect him? Ran Sinian asked frequently, worried that a second of cold scene would make the other party hang up the phone.

"I want those people to die, but I definitely don't have the guts to kill, I'm just dreaming. But I'm definitely not a schizophrenic dual personality, and I don't know that I killed someone. That's all for today, I'll call you again. After saying that, the other party hung up the phone directly.

Ran Sinian lay back on the bed and opened his eyes to think. Dreams can kill, he did give such an affirmative assertion just now, but Ran Sinian can be sure that the other party must have misunderstood, and his understanding was too straightforward. Dreams are nothing more than a reaction of the human subconscious, not so much that dreams can kill, but rather that dreams are constantly hinting at the dreamer's subconscious killing intent, and people may embark on the road of no return to killing people through continuous self-suggestion.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Ran Sinian finished washing up and sat in the living room on the first floor of his villa waiting for customers to come to the door, waiting for the uncles and aunts who came to him and wanted him to interpret their dreams for them.

He has been a non-counselor for almost a year, and in the last six months, his business has begun to gradually stabilize, and one or two customers come to his door almost every day, and he will decide how much to charge according to the client's financial situation. But despite this, the days of Ran Sinian are far less nourishing than the original scenery, and it can be said that they are stretched. Just two days ago, he just sold his favorite car to plug the hole in the mortgage of this villa. In the following days, if the business has not grown by leaps and bounds, he will have to sell this beloved villa, pay off the mortgage, and change to a small apartment.

While waiting for customers to come to the door, Ran Sinian called Qu Zichong, a policeman he knew.

Qu Zichong is a criminal policeman familiar to Ran Sinian, to be precise, he is the captain of the criminal investigation detachment of the Songjiang City Public Security Bureau, a scenic figure in the city bureau, and was appointed by the director to solve difficult cases and big cases. And the acquaintance of the two of them is actually from the bombing. This widower in his early forties is a pure workaholic, and he is also a rare enlightened captain who is willing to trust Ran Sinian's ability to interpret dreams, and is willing to accept and even take the initiative to seek Ran Sinian's help to solve the case through dream interpretation.

"Team Qu, I would like to ask you for a favor and help me find out if there have been any serial murders of six dead people in Songjiang City in recent years," Ran Sinian got straight to the point and asked directly on the phone, "It is five killings, six deceased, the murderer is the same person, not limited to unsolved cases, but also those that have been solved." ”

Qu Zichong smiled indifferently on the phone, "What? Do you trust us police? Think we may have handled an unjust, false and wrongful case? ”

Ran Sinian smiled and said, "How come? I forgot to mention just now, if it was handled by your Captain Qu, then it must be excluded. What Ran Sinian means is that he does suspect that the police have handled unjust, false and wrongly decided cases, but he absolutely does not doubt that Qu Zichong will handle unjust, false and wrongful cases.

Qu Zichong asked, "Why do you suddenly want to check this?" ”

Ran Sinian pondered for a moment and said, "It's not clear on the phone, let's meet and talk." When are you available? ”

Qu Zichong seemed to be waiting for Ran Sinian's words, "I'm free now, I'm on the road at this time, so let's just take a detour and go to you first." Since you asked me for help, then simply, I will also ask you for a small favor, it just so happens that I have a case in my hand, maybe, your dream interpretation Dafa can be broken. ”

Not long after Ran Sinian hung up the phone, the doorbell rang. Ran Sinian thought to himself, could it be that Qu Zichong answered the call at the gate of the community? Arrived so quickly, did you want to scare yourself?

When he walked to the video intercom, Ran Sinian smashed the wall with a smile, it was the plague god again!

In the video intercom picture is a middle-aged woman with a bloated figure, gaudy clothes, and heavy makeup.

Ran Sinian went back to the sofa and sat down, wanting to avoid the door, pretending that he was not at home.

The doorbell rang for a full three minutes and then stopped, and it seemed that the difficult lady had died down, and Ran Sinian finally let out a breath of air.