Long Zihan subconsciously touched his face, and the sound of wanting to scream instantly clicked in his throat.

"That's clearly yourself!

He looked down at his clothes.

Black casual clothes, black hat, that hug, he reflexively touched his back, and the whole person stiffened in an instant.

That man......

It's clearly yourself......

"Ah......h

Waking up from the nightmare, Long Zihan opened his eyes and saw his dazed wife sleeping on top of him.

Chu Yiren rubbed his still somewhat misty eyes and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Long Zihan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shook his head.

Chu Yi asked again, "Is there something uncomfortable?"

Long Zihan said: "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, it's okay......"

The next day, Long Zihan sat listlessly at his desk, looked at Erin who was touching up her makeup, and said, "You must touch up your makeup in my office?"

"I just heard from the Yiren that you are not in a good state today, so I came to see you and touched up my makeup by the way. ”

Long Zihan glanced at her and said, "You seem to be saying the opposite." ”

She's obviously here to touch up her makeup, so by the way, look at herself, right?

Since she came in, she barely looked at herself a few times, and she was looking in the mirror and smelly.

Erin laughed, "Oh, you don't have to worry about the details. ”

Long Zihan sighed and said, "I had a nightmare last night......"

When Long Zihan finished talking about the causes and consequences of the nightmare, Erin asked solemnly, "What made you so stressed all of a sudden? What are you afraid of? Why are you suddenly not confident?"

Long Zihan was really stunned by her repeated questions, and then he remembered the phone call yesterday evening.

He said: "Yesterday, Cheng Yi called and said that Ma Rongrong was coming back......"

After listening, Erin suddenly realized: "No wonder you are so uneasy. In the dream, you are afraid of yourself, which reflects your lack of confidence in yourself when you encounter danger and difficulties, and you actually want to escape. ”

Although Ma Rongrong lost Gao He's "right-hand man" and was on the "defeated" side, the blows and injuries she inflicted on Long Zihan were too great, and he was a little afraid subconsciously.

Long Zihan said: "But I obviously want to bring her to justice, why do I want to escape?"

"You have to be subjectively conscious and you have to face problems and solve them, but it doesn't affect your subconscious mind," Erin said. ”

Long Zihan nodded.

Erin said, "Okay, I don't want to comfort you anymore, I guess, you don't need it." All I can say is that I'm here whenever you need it. ”

"Thank you......"

After Erin left, Long Zihan made a pot of bitter tea for himself in a trance.

In the blink of an eye, the morning passed.

Long Zihan returned home, and after lunch, he should have played with the two children for a while according to his usual habits, but he felt a little dizzy today, so he felt that it was the nightmare last night that made him not sleep well, so he chose to take a nap and planned to add it.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The bell strikes twelve times, symbolizing the beginning of midnight.

At night, there was no moon, no stars, dark and gloomy.

Long Zihan was alone with the light of the flashlight, walking on the rugged mountain trail, with a black umbrella to isolate the drizzle from the umbrella.

At this moment, an ethereal call came from afar: "Long Zihan ......"

Hearing someone call him, he instinctively looked over and answered: "Here, who called me?"

At the same time, he followed the sound and looked ahead.

Ahead, however, there was nothing but meadows, woods, and darkness.

"Long Zihan. ”

The other party didn't seem to hear him, and continued to shout.

Following the call, Long Zihan somehow approached a cemetery unconsciously.

A cold wind blew, and the grass and trees around the cemetery were swayed.

In Long Zihan's ears, there was nothing else except the sound of the wind and the "rustle" of the grass and trees blown by the wind.

The next moment, there was a "click" behind him.

Long Zihan immediately turned his head and saw that the former grass behind him had lost its vitality and turned yellow.

The branches of the tree, which were originally covered with leaves, were like rotten bones, and they were striped.

And on the ground, there is still a branch that has been broken by the wind. However, the branches broke off in the middle, like ...... It's like someone has stepped on it.

With a sigh, Long Zihan turned his head and continued to walk forward.

At this moment, his eyes seemed to be veiled, and he couldn't see what was written on the tombstones of these graves at all.

"Long Zihan. ”

Hearing someone call his name again, Long Zihan only felt a little frightened.

Because this voice seems to come from beside him, and it has changed from the ethereal just now to the gloomy now.

When Long Zihan just wanted to lift his feet and leave, he suddenly found that he couldn't move.

Long Zihan was stunned, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Are you afraid?

It is impossible to say that you are not afraid at all.

The panicked atmosphere made Long Zihan unable to calm down for a while.

"Long Zihan. ”

The voice rang out again, but this time it wasn't a single call, but an echo.

"Long Zihan ......"

Echoes surrounded him, making him feel that he suddenly had difficulty breathing.

The next moment, a tomb suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

And the tomb quickly moved in front of him, and when he saw his name written on the tombstone, his heart was cold in vain.

However, before he could react, the next moment, a hand suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, startling him.

Instinctively, he turned his head to look, but what caught his eyes was his own pale, bloodless, bloody and tearful face......

"Ah......h

Waking up from the nightmare, Long Zihan sat up suddenly.

Looking around, he found himself in his bedroom at home.

Only then did I realize that I was dreaming.

He patted his somewhat stuffy chest, exhaled a cloudy breath, and muttered thoughtfully: "What the hell is going on......

In the afternoon, when he returned to the police station, Long Zihan had a headache and couldn't help but think of Nie Jun's tea again.

Drink some to relieve your headaches.

He opened the teapot and shook it, and when he was about to pour some tea leaves into the teapot, he found that there were some powders hanging on the side of the teapot that did not belong to the color of bitter tea.

Long Zihan stretched out his index finger and twisted it a little, sniffed it, rubbed it with his thumb, and then stood up and took the pot of tea to the forensic studio......

As soon as the inspection came out, Chu Yiren looked at Long Zihan with a shocked face, and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "How much have you drunk?"

She almost cried when the last "ah" word was said.