Mo Xiaoqing looked around in the dim light. This room was a single room. It had a one-way inward-opening iron door. There was a bed on the north side of the room. In front of it was a stable wooden table. There were long benches placed everywhere. The table was unusually clean, without a speck of dust. Although the furnishings in the room were simple, the items were arranged very neatly.

When she looked at the wall again, she stepped back in shock. Under the direct light of the flashlight, the entire wall was covered with bloodstains with a slight fishy smell. There were a few crooked bloody words on it, which seemed to say "evil deeds will be punished."

The busy police officers came to report one by one, and the conclusion they reached was that there were no signs of prying on the iron door, and no signs of rummaging or fighting in the room.

They also collected and processed the footprints and residual handprints on the ground at the scene, but found no valuable clues. They

also claimed that there was insufficient light at night, and they would conduct another detailed investigation tomorrow.

After the colleagues finished their reports, Mo Xiaoqing stood aside and was very puzzled. Xu Yao clearly knew that he had fainted in the open space in front, why didn't he ask about his reasons?

Why am I here, and why did I faint?

Since Xu Yao didn't ask, Mo Xiaoqing planned to report it herself. She handed the piece of clothes she picked up from her backpack to Xu Yao.

"Captain Xu, I found this piece of cloth in the bushes outside. It may be helpful in investigating the case.

Because I met Chen Xinhua before he disappeared, and the color of the suit he was wearing at that time was burgundy, and the color and material are also similar to this cloth." "

So, you sneaked in here alone to look for clues? Do you know that it is very dangerous to break into a building that is prohibited from entering?" Although Xu Yao's voice was not loud, it was very intimidating.

It was obviously blaming Mo Xiaoqing for acting on her own and not obeying orders.

Mo Xiaoqing really wanted to help, and there was no point in saying more, "Captain Xu, although I did something wrong, I have clues to report!"

Xu Yao didn't take it seriously, "Okay, go ahead."

"I did see pieces of clothing, and I couldn't help but suspect that Chen Xinghua might be in here. I also saw a strange scene in a room after I came in."

Xu Yao looked at Mo Xiaoqing doubtfully, "What scene?"

Mo Xiaoqing hesitated for a long time, and finally spoke loudly, "I saw a ghost. After I came in, I also saw a series of footprints in the corridor, so I followed the footprints and found a room. After entering, I found that the lights in the room were not on.

But guess what! I lifted the door curtain and saw a woman sitting She was combing her hair carefully in front of the mirror.

I was so scared at the time that I planned to slip away, but a cold hand covered my lips.

I became more and more confused until you, Captain Xu, woke me up. "

Xu Yao stared at Mo Xiaoqing with wide eyes, "Are you saying you saw a ghost? How can a policeman say such a thing?"

Mo Xiaoqing naturally didn't believe in ghosts, but she did see that the face of the woman in red was the same as the ghost on TV.

"Captain Xu, what do you mean by that? Am I hallucinating? Or is that female ghost in red a person in disguise?"

Mo Xiaoqing recalled the two weird scenes that appeared before. One was the ghost that Yu Manman saw in the restaurant, and the other was when she was dancing in the living room. Suddenly, the voice of a female ghost appeared in the recording, and the words "meet in the underworld" were heard.

Even after Aunt Liu fainted, she said that it was a ghost that came back.

Mo Xiaoqing expressed her doubts one by one, "Captain Xu, how do you explain these weird phenomena?"

"Now, I can't make a conclusion, but I absolutely don't believe that there are ghosts. It's too late today, there's no point in investigating further, go back and have a rest, and investigate again tomorrow.

After a busy day, Xu Yao returned to the room, took a shower, and fell asleep on the bed.

It was a familiar scene again. At the beginning, Xu Yao knew that he was in a dream. In recent years, he has been having such dreams repeatedly. Now he is no longer panicked and terrified as before. Instead of fear, the most he felt was helplessness.

It was a repetitive horrific nightmare. No matter how horrific it was, he would eventually become numb. Because Xu Yao knew it very well. Even if he knew he was in a dream, he couldn't wake up. He could only let these scenes play over and over again in front of him, so that he would be awakened from the dream. At

the beginning of the dream, he would always slowly climb up a small hill. There was a building on it. A beam of dazzling light shone on him, and no matter how he tried, he would wake up. Even if he opened his eyes wide, he couldn't see the big words on the door clearly. They were just blurry images.

Xu Yao climbed up step by step and approached the door. As expected, he heard the noise of a group of boys, but he couldn't see their faces

clearly. Xu Yao was helpless and could only walk up step by step, because he knew that no matter whether he asked for directions or not, the group of little boys would always turn around and let him see that they had no faces.

So far, Xu Yao has no The feeling of terror gave rise to a sense of despair and helplessness, but there was still a heavy sense of oppression and suffocation.

He didn't understand why he kept having this dream that had nothing to do with him.

He couldn't help but move forward. The scene in the dream remained the same. Not long after, he saw a little kid with his arms open and a bright smile shouting, "Brother. Brother."

For the first time, Xu Yao began to think seriously about the things in his dream. He knew that he had lost all his memories before the age of eight.

He began to wonder if these unchanging dreams were related to the memories he had lost?

What was the relationship between him and the little boy who kept shouting brother?