Lin Jiaoyue sat up suddenly and gasped for air.
A large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead like rain.
At this moment, she seemed to be fished out of the water. The gauze on her back was soaked and clinging to her exquisite body, and the lines of her naked muscles were clearly visible.
Especially the chest seemed to be filled with a block-like suffocation, and every breath was extremely uncomfortable.
After a long time, the unspeakable pain was relieved.
The girl raised her hand to wipe away the sweat stuck to her eyelashes, panting and looking around blankly, and found herself in a luxuriously decorated daughter's boudoir.
The fragrance in the house is astonishing and extremely fragrant.
Judging from the familiar room decorations, it is obvious that this is the boudoir where she rests on weekdays.
"Dream?"
Lin Jiaoyue patted her forehead lightly, feeling doubtful in her heart. The faint stinging sensation of being shot in the head seemed to still remain.
If it's a dream, why does it feel so real?
And that annoying man...
Wait, what does the man named 'Yan Shuangying' look like in the dream?
Lin Jiaoyue was a little confused.
She tried desperately to recall, trying to clear her memory, but the harder she thought about it, the man's appearance became fainter, and even his figure became blurry.
It felt like a rag was erasing part of her dream memory.
"It must have been a dream."
The girl who recalled it to no avail sighed and lay down heavily on the expensive golden nan bed. The fluffy and soft embroidered pillow briefly soothed her tired brain.
Apart from the man's appearance, other things in the dream still had an impression.
The gorgeous red wedding dress, the old wedding room, the glow outside the window...and the terrifying monster.
Even now Lin Jiaoyue can recall the unpleasant smell of rotting corpses.
Everything is both dreamy and terrifyingly real.
Just as the girl was thinking wildly, there was suddenly a rush of footsteps outside the door, and a man's voice... This voice sounded like her father's.
"Master Leng, gentlemen, this is my little girl's room."
As the door of the room opened, the first person to enter was a man in his forties wearing rich clothes.
It was none other than the famous Lin Yuanwai from Dongqi County.
Unlike most wealthy family heads who are fat and wealthy, Lin Yuan looks very thin and has a dark face. Apart from his expensive clothes, he looks like an ordinary citizen.
At this moment, Lin Yuwai's face showed a strong look of haggard and exhaustion.
Apparently too troubled by troubles.
The person he welcomed into the door was a woman.
The woman was dressed in a dark black dress with sleeves, and her figure was slim and extremely capable.
Her hair, which was simply pulled up by a wooden hairpin, and her standard classic oval-shaped face with sharp eyes and pointed chin, gave rise to an indifference that stood out from thousands of others.
It's like a beautiful but sharp sword.
Behind the woman were two men, who looked like her subordinates from their demeanor.
"Master Leng, my little girl has been plagued by nightmares since midnight this morning. She keeps talking weird words and can't wake her up. Not to mention doctors, we have all invited monks and Taoists to do rituals. There is no such thing as Use it. If this continues, I'm afraid that my little girl——"
Lin Yuan's voice suddenly stopped.
He stared blankly at his daughter who was looking at him with her eyes open on the bed, and rubbed his eyes. "Girl, you...are you awake!?"
"Yue'er!"
A woman outside the door heard her husband's words and hurriedly squeezed past the well-dressed woman. When she saw her daughter who was awake, she burst into tears of joy and rushed towards her.
The woman is in her thirties, in her mature and graceful years, and is delicate and somewhat sultry.
This woman is Lin Jiaoyue's mother - Mei Xing'er.
"Mom, what happened?"
Looking at her emaciated mother who was weeping, Lin Jiaoyue's face was full of confusion.
The stunningly beautiful woman hugged the girl tightly in her arms, crying full of distress and remorse: "You child, you scared me to death. Do you know that you have been in a coma for almost a whole day, and you have been still I'm having a nightmare, I can't wake you up..."
Listening to her mother's nagging words of fear, Lin Jiaoyue looked surprised.
"I was unconscious for so long?"
She raised her head and looked curiously at the strangers in the room. "they are?"
"They are the night patrol officials from Yuncheng." Mei Xing'er introduced while wiping away tears. "I heard that you were haunted by nightmares and fell unconscious, so I came here to investigate."
Night patrol department?
The girl's eyes moved and she looked curiously.
After the last time she and her best friend were attacked by monsters, officials and night watchmen came to inquire, but they were not these people.
Judging from the momentum of these people, they seem to have a higher status than those last time.
Lin Jiaoyue still knew something about the Night Watch Division, a mysterious imperial organization that specialized in investigating and handling strange incidents. Everyone was very capable.
Especially the demon slayer, who is said to be able to slay demons.
I don’t know if the pretty cold-looking sister in front of me is an exorcist.
Just as he was thinking about it, the indifferent woman stepped forward.
Although the woman was very beautiful, Lin Jiaoyue felt a lot of pressure due to her invisible coercion. She didn't dare to look at her and subconsciously wrapped herself up in the thin quilt.
The well-dressed woman waved to Mei Xing'er to step aside and lightly rolled Lin Jiaoyue's eyelids.
Then he stretched out a green-white jade finger and placed it between the girl's eyebrows, and a faint white soft light spread from the fingertips.
Lin Jiaoyue suddenly felt a coolness hit her whole body, feeling particularly comfortable.
For a moment, the cold and charming woman in the well-dressed woman burst out with sharp eyes like ice knives, and her expression was solemn: "There are traces of nightmare invasion..."
When they heard the word 'nightmare', the expressions of the two subordinates changed.
They know what it means.
The woman crossed her chest and stared, pondering for a moment, then tilted her head and ordered one of the short and fat subordinates: "Guo Gang, go and call the little rabbit in."
"yes!"
Guo Gang quickly left the house.
Soon, a charming figure swept into the boudoir.
"Sister Leng!"
She was born with a sweet and lovely round face, in her prime of youth, with two ponytails, and her whole body was filled with an aura of youth.
When she smiles, she reveals two porcelain white front teeth, like a cute rabbit.
Especially now that I have a carrot in my hand.
Her costumes are equally unique.
The skirt she wore was much shorter than ordinary women's skirts. The pleated floral skirt reached just above her knees, revealing a pair of calves wrapped in tight pants.
Paired with exquisite little boots, it looks lively and charming at the same time.
This skirt was originally spread from the Quran Kingdom to the Dazhen Dynasty. Later, it was improved by skillful workmanship and became very popular among young women.
In fact, during the Tianwu period, that is, the period of the seventh emperor, the people of Dazhen no longer adhered to traditional clothing.
Until now in the second year of Yuanfeng, the costumes of the Central Plains have become more diverse.
The appearance of the pretty girl diluted the originally cold and depressing atmosphere, like ice disintegrating. The breaths that Lin Yuwai and others were holding became much more comfortable.
Leng Xinnan raised her chin slightly towards the bed and said calmly: "Go and confirm."
"OK."
The girl had already learned from Guo Gang about the 'Nightmare' left on Lin Jiaoyue. She stuffed the half-eaten carrot under her skirt and stepped forward to observe.
Seeing Lin Jiaoyue staring at her blankly, the pretty girl smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, my name is Meng Xiaotu, you can just call me Little Rabbit."
But Lin Jiaoyue was not nervous, but shocked.
Shocked by each other's development.
How to put it, if you compare it from her own specifications, it is the difference between an ordinary cabin and a luxurious mansion. There is no comparison at all.
I don't know what this girl named Meng Xiaotu grew up on, so she is so 'fierce'.
I guess it would be no problem to raise ten children.
Moreover, Meng Xiaotu's body shape is not that thin of an ordinary woman's. She looks fleshy, somewhat plump, slightly chubby and slim.
But against the backdrop of the luxurious villa, she actually looks slim and pretty.
Lin Jiaoyue, who is also a girl, was very jealous.
Meng Xiaotu's actions were exactly the same as when Leng Xinnan checked her before. After checking the external symptoms, she stretched out a finger and gently placed it in the middle of Lin Jiaoyue's eyebrows.
The only difference is that the halo emanating from her fingertips is lavender.
Lin Jiaoyue felt like she was wrapped in a warm breath, and her whole body felt light and airy, as if she was among the clouds, drowsy.
"Huh?"
Within a few seconds, Meng Xiaotu frowned, confusion appearing on her cute round face.
She blinked her beautiful big eyes, returned to Leng Xinnan and said: "Sister Leng, there is indeed a 'nightmare' aura left in her body, but it has been removed. It is certain that a 'dream master' helped her. And this The 'Dream Master' is extremely profound and is better than me."
While talking, Meng Xiaotu took out another half of a carrot from under her skirt and ate it loudly.
"Better than you?"
Leng Xinnan's pupils contracted.
In the entire Yuncheng Mansion, there are only seven "Dream Masters" registered under the name of the Night Patrol Division. Meng Xiaotu is the highest-level man. How come there are even higher-level "Dream Masters" appearing?
Who is this person?
Could it be someone from another branch?
But if it's a 'Dream Master' from the Night Patrol Department in other places, he must say hello before coming, otherwise the consequences will be serious if he is tracked down by the superiors.
Leng Xinnan fell into deep thought.
The remaining subordinate, who had a scholarly temperament and a fairly handsome appearance, stepped forward and whispered: "Sister Leng, do you want to inform the boss?"
"Not urgent."
Leng Xinnan waved her hand, walked to the bed, stared at the girl and asked coldly. "What did you dream about?"
"ah?"
Lin Jiaoyue didn't react for a moment.
Under the woman's indifferent gaze, the girl murmured: "I...can't remember clearly."
Leng Xinnan still stared at her coldly, Senhan's sharp eyes seemed to be able to reveal the secrets hidden in the girl's heart. After a few seconds of stalemate, Lin Jiaoyue answered honestly: "It's a little blurry, probably because I seemed to be kidnapped, and then a monster wanted to attack me... A man saved me."
"Man? What's your name?"
"It seems to be called Yan Shuangying."
"Yan Shuangying?"
Leng Xinnan and others frowned and tried hard to think about whether there was such a person in other night patrol departments, but after thinking for a long time, they had no impression.
"What does he look like?" Leng Xinnan asked again.
"do not remember."
Lin Jiaoyue shook her head vigorously and smiled bitterly. "I'm not going to lie to you, I really can't remember anything else except the name."
Seeing that the other party didn't look like he was lying, Leng Xinnan withdrew his intimidating gaze.
The girl also breathed a sigh of relief, her pressure suddenly reduced.
But the next second the woman said again: "Write down the situation in the dream in detail, as much as you can remember."
"……knew."
Although she was unhappy with Master Leng's attitude, Lin Jiaoyue could only agree obediently and did not dare to refuse due to the other party's pressure.
I wonder if any man would like such a cold woman?
It must be painful to be her subordinate.
The girl looked at Meng Xiaotu and the others, full of sympathy.
"Liu Yuanwai, who has approached Miss Lin in the past two days?" Leng Xinnan looked at Lin Yuanwai.
Lin Yuwai wiped the sweat from his forehead and said while recalling: "Since the little girl fell into coma, apart from the maids in the house, only the doctor who was invited and the monks and Taoists who were invited to perform rituals have entered this house. But I have not seen these people. We know each other, the monk is from Lichen Temple, the Taoist is from Baihe Temple, and the doctors invited are all famous doctors in the town and county."
"Tieniu, make a confession for Lin Yuanwai, and write down all the people who come."
Leng Xinnan ordered to his scholarly male subordinate. "Others in the house also questioned him carefully."
The man coughed dryly, then approached Leng Xinnan and asked in a low voice: "Sister Leng, can you please stop calling me by my first name in the future? It's okay to call me Xiao Tie. It would be better if it's Mr. Tie."
Unfortunately, the man's request was met with indifference and indifference from the female leader.
Helpless, Tieniu had to give up.
I can only blame my parents for giving me such a "tough" name, which is completely inconsistent with my image of a handsome young man.
While taking notes on Lin Yuanwai's father and daughter, Leng Xinnan walked slowly around the house with his arms folded, carefully looking at the girl's boudoir, trying to find other clues.
Soon, the woman's eyes were fixed on the dinner plate on the table.
There was half a bowl of bird's nest porridge left on the dinner plate.
Already cold.
Leng Xinnan picked up the porcelain bowl, put it to the tip of her nose, smelled it, and handed it to Guo Gang: "Test."
Guo Gang quickly took out a wooden box from his arms, opened it, and carefully picked up a crystal needle engraved with complicated patterns and inserted it into the bowl of porridge.
After about a minute, he took out the crystal needle.
The needle tip glowed dark red.
Seeing this scene, Guo Gang's expression suddenly changed: "There is an element of 'red rain'!"
As soon as these words came out, the air in the room seemed to freeze instantly, and everyone's eyes gathered. Lin Yuanwai's face turned pale and he fell to the ground.
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Author's note: After many years, the author is back. (Tears ran)
As the author with the most female fans among Internet writers and recognized by most book friends as the most beautiful, Douya feels deeply ashamed that it took so long for her to post.
The theme of this book is basically the same as that of the previous one. It focuses on detective work. It is still a suspenseful twist and daily relaxing type. It is inspired by Inception and Silent Hill. Many authors have written about this type of subject matter, so it is no longer considered a niche, but Douya still plans to add some new ideas.
The writing style is still the same, it is slow-burning, and the rhythm will be relatively slow. After all, it is mainly about detective work, which requires a lot of details to foreshadow. Basically, it is a small case within a big case. But don’t worry, everyone, like old books, the most exciting thing is the moment when the crime is solved, which is definitely more popular than Boruto. If you don’t burn, the author will give each of you a pair of original pants.
In addition, compared with old books, the portrayal of women will be deeper, avoiding the situation of focusing on the early stage and soy sauce in the later stage.
Of course, there is no perfect book in this world. Some people like it and some people hate it. There is nothing you can do about it. After all, tastes are different. I just hope that when I abandon the book, I can just spray it lightly. The author is a newbie with a fragile psychological quality. If it doesn't work out, I'll give you a pair of original pants to apologize.
Due to the unfortunate experience in the previous book, many plots could not be elaborated and could only be skipped. Some of the outlines were simply revised and carried over to this book, including some character settings. (Low emotional intelligence: a routine template.)
Although it is a brand new story, old readers can still smell some familiar flavors, such as the rhythm of the writing or the character of the characters, which can be regarded as making up for the regrets.
In any case, I just hope that this book can grow smoothly and not be as bumpy as the previous book. (cry)
Because it is a new book issue, I will update it twice a day for the time being, and more will be updated once it is on the shelves. (According to the old rules, it needs to be emphasized here: the 'day' here refers to one or two days of 'day', not what everyone thinks. Understand?)
In addition, I emphasize again that this book is purely a serious book on health and will not drive any car, even for a second!
Of course, old book friends who are familiar with the author also know that in this era of old and new drivers running rampant, bean sprouts are simply a breath of fresh air, as pure as a dandelion.
He will only use serious, serious, simple and innocent words to release the purity and love in the author's heart.
I won’t go into too much digression, and I don’t expect this book to be better than the previous one. It’s enough to make Douya feel stable enough to write it. I hope that new and old readers will support you a lot, Mumadaლ(′◉❥◉｀ლ)
