In a small community in the city, there are twinkling lights in the distance. The night is quiet, and faint moonlight shines through the window. The person on the bed seems to be in a nightmare, with his eyes closed and sweat oozing from his forehead.

Then he suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath. He dreamed that he was burned to death by a fire, no, he was choked to death by the thick smoke.

In the dream, there was a voice saying that there was a fire next door and he should wake up quickly. The voice was firm and urgent, but he could not see a ball of light above the house.

Wang Yu sat up, turned on the light, and breathed a sigh of relief. The feeling of suffocation in the dream was too real for him to believe, and he felt that he seemed to have forgotten something.

I was puzzled, but I still planned to go next door to take a look. After all, the temperature that could burn the skin and the feeling of suffocation seemed to be imprinted on the soul, so real and painful.

There are only two households on one floor of their building, so the fire must have started in this household. However, I knocked on the door for a long time but no one answered. I don’t know if they were asleep or not at home.

He is not familiar with his neighbor, who is also a young man and works from nine to five. When they meet on weekdays, they just say hello and have no contact information.

Although the door was closed, Wang Yu seemed to smell a burnt smell from the crack of the door. He then leaned in to smell it and found that it was indeed burnt. He quickly called the property management.

"There's a fire in Building 3, Room 502. Please arrange for someone to come here immediately."

The person on duty seemed a bit confused. Wang Yu heard the rustling sound of a stool sliding over there and asked the person nervously, "Which building are you talking about?"

Wang Yu repeated, "Hurry up and arrange for someone to come and call the owner."

It was unknown when the property management staff would arrive, so Wang Yu went home and got a baseball bat, and smashed the door next door open. A corner of the sofa in the room had already caught fire, but fortunately the fire was not big.

Then he went back and got his own fire extinguisher to put out the fire on the sofa. A burnt cell phone was lying there.

Wang Yu looked carefully and found that the fire was indeed out, so he felt relieved. No one came out of the house despite the loud noise, which showed that they were not at home.

The property management team arrived very quickly, just after the fire was put out. When they saw the situation in the house, they were also scared. It was the middle of the night, and if they hadn't noticed the fire, it would have been difficult to deal with.

The property manager stepped forward, shook Wang Yu's hand, and thanked him repeatedly, saying that this had saved lives in an entire building.

The disaster was prevented by Wang Yu, and no one asked Wang Yu how he knew about the fire next door. Everyone was relieved that no major fire broke out.

"Have you informed the people in this family?"

"I've notified him and he's on his way back."

"I broke his door, so I don't have to pay for it, right?"

The property manager waved his hand and said with a smile, "You saved him and the people on the first floor. It's unreasonable for him to ask you for compensation again."

At this time, the property management's cell phone rang, and an inquiring voice came from the other end.

The property manager said, "It's okay, Mr. Song. The fire has been put out."

Wang Yu: "If everything is alright, I'll go back first. You guys wait here for him to come back and tell him that the door was smashed to put out the fire."

The property manager nodded.

Wang Yu went back and lay in bed, unable to sleep. He couldn't understand why this was God reminding him, giving him that early warning to put out the fire. Also, he seemed to have forgotten a lot of things, but his memory was not lost.

I couldn't figure it out and couldn't sleep, so I could only stay awake until the next day. When I opened the door, my neighbor came out from next door, and the door was still broken.

The neighbor stepped forward and shook Wang Yu's hand. "Brother, you're out. Thank you so much! If you hadn't put out the fire yesterday, I would have become a sinner. I never thought that my phone would catch fire while it was charging."

Wang Yu shook his head: "Nothing, your door?"

The neighbor looked back and said, "Oh, it's okay. I've called someone to replace it. If you have time today, I'll definitely treat you to a meal to express my gratitude."

Wang Yu looked at his watch and said, "I have to go to work, so I don't need to eat. We are all neighbors, so we should help each other."

The neighbor smiled and said, "Okay, we are all neighbors. If you have any problems in the future, just come to me. Let's add each other's contact information."

Wang Yu added each other's contact information and said goodbye, then drove to work. However, he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten some things after a good sleep. Looking at the scenery on the roadside, the familiar road, the familiar traffic lights, but it felt strange.

I shook off the inexplicable thoughts in my mind and just thought they were caused by the nightmare I had last night.

It was noon, it was already winter, and there were not many people in the square. People walked by in groups of three or four, and no one noticed that there was suddenly one more person.

Cheng Chen looked around at the unfamiliar place, unfamiliar buildings, unfamiliar people, and unfamiliar clothing. It wasn't unfamiliar, as he had seen similar ones in photos of his husband, but he was wearing thicker clothes this time.

It was indeed very cold. Cheng Chen exhaled a breath of hot air. He was sure that this was his husband's world.

Cheng Chen narrowed her eyes, remembering what her husband had said. After a long moment of anxiety, she approached a passerby and asked, "Excuse me, where is the police station?"

The two girls who were asking the question were out for lunch at noon. When they met such a handsome boy and asked for directions, their eyes were shining with excitement.

"There's no police station nearby, but there's one around the corner. Are you looking for the police?"

"Yeah." Cheng Chen nodded.

"Shall we take you there?"

Cheng Chen was extremely happy when he heard the two girls say they would take him there. "Okay, thank you."

The two girls took Cheng Chen to the police station and said, "Come in, the police are inside."

Cheng Chen turned around and thanked them.

The two little girls watched Cheng Chen enter and said with a smile, "Hehe, this little brother is really polite and good-looking."

"Oh, I forgot to ask for contact information."

Two policemen who had just come out were also planning to go to dinner. Seeing Cheng Chen wandering around outside the hall alone, they approached and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

Cheng Chen looked at the two people in front of him. She had been to many places with her husband over the years and was not a timid person. However, this unfamiliar place made him a little nervous, fearing that he would not be able to find his husband.

But he still said: "I'll find the police."

The two looked at each other. The child looked to be in his teens or twenties. He was quite good-looking and spoke softly, but that was the way he spoke...

"We are the police. What do you want from us?"

Cheng Chen stared at them with wide eyes. "I'm looking for someone, Wang Yu from the Shangjing Institute of History and Culture."

The two of them wondered, since they knew the location, why didn't they go find it themselves instead of calling the police? With a spirit of service, they continued to ask, "Do you have his contact information?"

Cheng Chen shook his head.

"Do you know where the research institute is?"

Cheng Chen shook his head again.

The two sighed, thinking that this kid was a little... hard to describe. He might not be very smart, but he spoke clearly, as if he knew nothing. With the address, they could just take a taxi there. Why did they go to the police station to look for someone? He didn't look like he was poor by the way he was dressed.