"In my dream, there was also a white cat."
Xiaolan told them what she had dreamed about, including the hellish scene of Qiqiao Mansion and the white cat with yellow eyes.
"What do you mean..." Xia Hua frowned, "Can you dream of the deceased's experiences during his lifetime through some medium?"
By the way, Xia Hua and the others don’t know that they have this ability.
"Uh... that's right," Xiaolan tried to keep a low profile. "Usually it requires things that the deceased touched during his lifetime. Sometimes... things that belonged to the deceased can also be used."
"This ability is very interesting."
Xia Hua wanted to say something more, but after thinking about it, she didn't say the rest of the sentence.
"In your dream, what did the Qiqiao man say before he died?" Luo Jiutian asked, "He said that their master mistakenly trusted the thief?"
"Yes," Xiaolan nodded immediately, "They also said that their master taught the red tip to outsiders, which led to their murder."
"Is this the scar eye that outsiders are referring to?" Qin Yin said.
"It's possible..." Xiaolan said, "After all, Scar Eye is a Sanyan."
"Did Scar Eye kill everyone in Qiqiao?" Qin Yin felt a little incredible, "Is he so powerful?"
"Listen to Miss Xiaolan's statement. That night, all the Qiqiao people were poisoned by red-pointed poison, and they died of the poison almost at the same time, right?" Xia Hua asked.
Xiaolan nodded slowly, "Probably, at that time, there were red threads running horizontally and vertically everywhere in the yard. It was so chaotic that it was impossible to see who the threads were connected to."
"If this is the case, there must be more than one scarred eye," Xia Hua said. "Although the person who poisoned the poison can control the poisoned person from a distance, if he kills someone, he still needs to do it himself. It is impossible for one person to do it at the same time. He killed so many people, besides the scarred eye, there must be many poisoners."
"That's true," Qin Yin began to think about it, "After all, Scar Eye wanted to kill Xiao Lan at that time, but he still couldn't succeed despite all the effort."
"Mainly because Miss Xiaolan is special enough." Xia Hua looked at Xiaolan with a smile, but there were other emotions in her beautiful almond eyes.
The Taoist priest looked out the window and sighed quietly, "It's already dawn."
Another sleepless night.
"Oh, this matter really gets more and more complicated the more you investigate," Qin Yin sat on the bed, swinging her legs, turned to Miaozhen, who kept her head bowed and said nothing, "Xiao Miaozhen, it's okay, don't blame yourself."
Miaozhen raised her head, her expression a little confused, "Huh?"
"I said you should stop blaming yourself," Qin Yin repeated, "This is not your fault."
"Oh..." Miaozhen's movements were extremely slow, "Thank you..."
"It seems like this incident has a big impact on Miaozhen." The fool beside him said in a low voice.
"Miaozhen has such a strong sense of responsibility. Miaozhen has always been responsible for the affairs of the five-night mission. It is understandable that he would blame himself for this matter," Xia Hua said, "But Miaozhen is not that depressed person. Lao Qiao won't blame him randomly, don't worry, he will get better soon."
"Taoist Priest, what are our plans today?" Baomu yawned and raised his head to ask the Priest.
The Taoist priest was looking out the window and thinking deeply. At this time, he turned his head and said, "I am very interested in the Qiaomu Temple."
"Where does the landlady ask for amulets?" Qin Yin responded quickly, "What's wrong with that place?"
"The problem is that they actually give this kind of thing to others for free," said the fool. "It costs money to sell the Taoist priest's talismans to others, not to mention that the Taoist priest sometimes sells fake talismans."
"It's not a fake talisman," the Taoist priest elegantly corrected the sentence, "it's a talisman without spiritual power. Not everyone can accept the talisman."
Through the Taoist Priest's gentle eyes, Xiaolan knew that the fool in the Taoist Priest's heart had been sentenced to death and executed repeatedly.
"That's fine," Xia Hua stood up and said, "If we investigate in another place, we might be able to get unexpected clues. We have always limited the investigation space to the vicinity of this mansion, but it is easy to fall into the trap."
Everyone agreed on today's plan and planned to go back to their rooms to tidy up. Xiaolan was about to open the door when suddenly, there was a rapid knock on the door.
Everyone in the room was stunned for a moment.
"Someone."
Boom, boom, boom! …
The knocking on the door became more urgent.
"Little girl!...Master Taoist Master!..." A trembling voice sounded outside the door, "Are you in there? Help...help..."
Xiaolan and Luo Jiutian reacted almost instantly.
"It's the boss lady!"
Xiaolan opened the door without much hesitation. The person at the door was indeed the boss's wife, but the condition of the boss's wife really shocked them.
The landlady cowered by the door, her face pale and dripping with sweat. As soon as they opened the door, a sob of grievance came from her throat. She shook her lips, opened her mouth, and burst into tears.
"Auntie! What's wrong with you?..." Xiaolan was also frightened, and quickly held the boss's arms and helped her into the house, "Don't...don't cry, I..."
They really didn't expect this. People who were usually not afraid of ghosts were all in a panic at this time.
"Help..." The proprietress became more and more aggrieved as she spoke, tears rolling down her eyes, "Masters... masters... I'm scared to death!..."
"What's wrong?" Qin Yin kept passing tissues to her, "Sister, have you encountered a ghost?"
The landlady nodded and shook her head again, muttering, "Save people... no, save ghosts... the ghosts asked me to save ghosts... no, save people..."
Xiaolan understood a little bit, "Auntie, are you dreaming again?"
The landlady nodded heavily, grabbed Xiaolan's hand, and said with tears in her eyes, "It's him again... This time I didn't dream of him... I saw him..."
***
Numbers…numbers…numbers…
Countless numbers blurred into a blur in front of her eyes. The proprietress rubbed her eyes, looked up at the clock on the wall, and then looked out the glass door.
It's daybreak.
Now, even if you sleep for a while, it shouldn't matter. After all, ghosts only come to your door at night.
The landlady blinked drowsily. The world in front of her eyes quickly blurred. She closed her eyes and fell into sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, a strange knocking sound woke her up.
The landlady opened her eyes suddenly.
I really fell asleep.
And, no dreaming?
She almost jumped up from her seat. She looked around, at herself, then raised her eyes and looked forward.
Alone, standing in front of the table.
The man's back was turned to the sunlight coming in from outside the glass door, and his face could not be clearly seen. He could only vaguely tell that he was a thin man.
Tuk...tuk...tuk...
The man stretched out his hand and lightly knocked on the table.
The landlady looked at that hand blankly.
A chill surged from behind her.
"You're awake," the man said in a distant voice, "I'm here."
The landlady swallowed.
This voice is too familiar to me.
He is the man in the dream.
