Wuhui had another dream. This time, her memory of the dream was crystal clear.
Everything in front of me was covered with a layer of dark gray. The colors are not clear and there is hazy noise. The scene itself was somewhat familiar to her. Isn't this the place where Mo Weiming rented downstairs? The entire living room has not changed much, but the coffee table is filled with a variety of tea sets. She remembered that when she and Qiwen came to this house for the first time, the layout of the previous tenant was like this.
She soon realizes that this is a dream, in which she returns to this place in her past. The small square table, freezer, and door curtain have never been changed. Under the filter that was different from reality, she tried to search the house, but she didn't see anyone for the time being.
Everything was quiet, no sound at all. There was only one door slightly open, which was the larger bedroom, which was the collection room. She stepped forward without warning and put her hand on the door.
She couldn't see her hands. But since it is a dream, any weird thing is possible. Wu Hui hesitated a little because she still remembered the dark shadow that had passed by. She comforted herself that it was just a dream, wasn't it? It really scared me, it was just a matter of opening my eyes. Thinking of this, she opened the door generously.
It's daytime and no lights are needed. At least the windows were wide open, letting in light, which was completely different from when Mo Weiming lived there. Other areas also retain the furniture arrangement habits of the previous tenants, and the wallpaper has not been changed. His collection is neatly displayed on numerous collection shelves and display cabinets. But as Wu Hui gets closer, her vision becomes blurry and she can't really see them clearly. Maybe it's because I was in a dream. Although it was daytime, it seemed that the time was approaching dusk, and everything in the house had a hazy haze.
Moreover, there was something else that attracted her attention even more.
A black, hazy fog around it. It was similar to the shadow she had seen before, but not exactly the same. In dreams, its form is closer to human form. Wu Hui didn't know where he got the courage, but he walked straight over, got close to it, and looked at it carefully. No matter from which angle Wu Hui looked at it, it showed a pure black color. It is like a large piece of dark, smooth paper that changes with the movement of people's eyes, without any flaws.
And such a black mass will move on its own. The faint smoke around it seems to be changing its shape consciously, although the arc is very small. It was as if someone without limbs was moving their limbs—an illusion that surprised even herself. If this black shadow is really a person, he must have been stimulated by something. Oh Hye's perspective is illogically substituted into Sombra's position, just like in a dream. It seemed like it was struggling with something invisible. An inexplicable feeling of fear came over her, and she wasn't sure whether this emotion belonged entirely to her. There was no sound during the whole process, as if she was deaf.
In the constant resistance and struggle, Wu Hui saw a few light particles flashing in front of her eyes. They seem to appear suddenly, but also seem to have been there for a long time. Before she could see clearly what they were and how many there were, they were scattered on the ground. At this moment, she heard a faint, chaotic, and crisp splashing sound.
She woke up from her dream, the dull fear still not fading away. The cold winter made her sweat all over. She turned her head and her eyes fell on the beads placed casually on the bedside - the one that came from Mo Weiming's house. She suddenly felt that the light spots in her dream were very similar to what she saw through the freezer.
Wu Hui couldn't help but think of a lot. After a brief hesitation, she put the beads in her pocket and took them to the newspaper office. Qiwen is not professional in jewelry appraisal, but he must have a way to introduce some professional people. Besides, this barely counts as something from the crime scene, so she felt there was nothing wrong with telling Qiwen. Just be careful and never mention Mo Weiming's own affairs.
"Could it be ivory?"
Ouyang Qiwen held a magnifying glass and looked at the beads on the table carefully. It's a sunny day today, and the sun's rays condense on the pillars through the lenses. Wu Hui was really worried that he had lit that thing.
"Really? That's too valuable." She became suspicious, "Are you lying to me?"
"Look what you said, why did I lie to you? Of course, I just think it looks like it. Ivory is milky white, with an oily and shiny surface. But it seems to weigh a little heavier...I can't say. But the surface of ivory has Cross texture, or spiral texture. If it is a longitudinal section, there will be parallel ripples. From the texture point of view, your part may be very close to enamel, and it is too small, so it is difficult to judge.”
"That means it's not worth much money?"
"You can't say that. Since you have said it, it is something left by the collector, and it may be a precious treasure. Dr. Mo is really generous, and just gave it to you for free. By the way, when you asked him what he wanted Do you want anything?"
"...I forgot to ask."
"..."
Ouyang Qiwen remained silent and just looked at her. She looked away, but suddenly there was a murmur in her heart. His surname is Mo. He must have inherited a lot of property, right? His father is someone who can afford an island. He seemed to have a younger brother, but from what he heard, he was no longer there. A skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so he should be allowed to inherit a large amount of money, right?
No, you must find an opportunity to ask.
Ask after get off work.
Back at the apartment, Wu Hui stood at the door of Mo Weiming's house and knocked on the door unceremoniously. But he didn't seem to be there, and no one paid attention to him as he waited around. Just when she decided to go home first and have dinner before looking for someone, a familiar figure appeared at the entrance of the spiral staircase.
"You...are here to eat for food again?"
"……no."
Mo Weiming walked slowly to the door, slowly took out the key, his eyes always fell on Wu Hui, with a strange look on his face. Although he didn't say anything, Wu Hui felt that he must have some "ulterior" purpose.
"I have something to ask you."
"……good."
Mo Weiming agreed and "pushed" her away from the door with his other hand. She stood up and the keyhole was released. Mo Weiming walked into the house and threw the key on the coffee table. The work in the hospital may be a bit tiring today, and Wu Hui feels that his steps are heavier than before. There was weariness in his eyes, but not so much that he was too tired to laugh.
"Sit down by yourself, I won't force you to stand."
His tone was a bit funny, but Wu Hui refused to come in, as if he was determined that he was not here for a meal. It was as if she had taken half a step forward, and her motives for the trip were not pure.
"No."
"Okay. So what do you want to do today?"
Mo Weiming was probably really tired. He relaxed on the sofa and tilted his head to ask her. The light reflected two rays of light on his lenses, which were bright, but the eyes behind the lenses were lifeless.
Probably not the time to joke.
"Are you free on the weekend?"
"...?"
Mo Weiming raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes a bit incredulous. He didn't understand the purpose of the question. Maybe he understood it originally, but when the words came out of this nerd's mouth, he didn't quite understand.
Wu Hui seemed to be aware of some ambiguity. But she explained calmly: "Oh, I don't mean anything else. My colleague recommended me a place that specializes in appraising jewelry. Do you remember it? It was Ouyang Qiwen who often came to see me when I was hospitalized."
"Yes," Mo Weiming nodded slowly, "I remember him."
"I showed him the bead - don't worry, I didn't talk about your personal affairs. He thought the bead might be more valuable than we thought. I thought, in case it is really valuable, I'd better tell you. Well done. No matter what, I found it from where you live."
"Aren't you afraid that if this is really a rare item, I regret it and won't share the money with you?"
"Then I can't do anything to you. Although I may not be happy, it does count as your thing. When I took it, I took it away as something not valuable. If I knew its price, it would make sense. , but it won’t move.”
Mo Weiming leaned forward, bowed slightly, rested his elbows on the coffee table, and raised his face with the back of his hands to look at her seriously.
"It's interesting. I'm free on the weekend."
"Okay. I'll find you later."
"I'd say you're a bit stupid."
Wu Hui had just closed the door and was about to leave when she suddenly heard what he said and pushed the door open unconvinced.
"What are you doing? You're just saying bad things about people when you're about to leave."
Mo Weiming snorted and immediately blocked it with the back of his hand. He rubbed his uneven hair again and said slowly:
"I was thinking, why don't you go alone and pretend it didn't happen if it's not worth anything. If the price is really good, you can secretly sell it and make a fortune. But you came to tell me so honestly, it's a bit ...It’s a bit unexpected. It’s also a bit silly. But it’s okay, if it’s really valuable, it wouldn’t be a good thing to make people around you worry about it.”
"I am not this kind of person." Wu Hui said firmly, "Neither is Qi Wen."
"Okay. I mean, I probably am."
Wu Hui hesitated again.
"Are you... short of money?"
"Why do you ask?" As soon as the words came out, Mo Weiming realized, "Ah, there is not much shortage. I am just used to saving money...medicines and medical equipment are very expensive. When I first came out to work, it was indeed I was penniless, so I was used to living frugally at that time.”
"Didn't you have a private nanny, teacher and cook when you were a child? But you are completely different from the young masters from rich families."
"Indeed. The monthly income of the people who took care of me and the cost of daily necessities when I was a child should be quite large. But no one cared for me, and no one told me the price, so I didn't have much idea. How to live. In poor days, it is easy to accept it. You know? You just said you had something to ask, and I thought there was something wrong with your eyes, and I had a headache at that time. "
"That's not the case. Well, but... I had a dream, and I dreamed about those shadows. I had a vague chat with Qiwen, and he said that the jeweler could also interpret dreams."
"..."
You must not have been deceived.
Mo Weiming refrained from saying anything and just nodded. He stood up and prepared to cook. Wu Hui was also going upstairs. Before she closed the door, Mo Weiming said again:
"You really don't want to eat?"
"Don't eat."
"But there is three fresh tofu soup."
"coming."
"Tell me about your dream later?"
"oh."
