"ah"
Jim Kelly woke up suddenly and sat up on the bed.
"bang bang"
"bang bang"
The beating heartbeat sounded like a heavy hammer beating a drum.
"It turned out to be a dream"
In the dark bedroom, Jim Kelly secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and found that his whole body was soaked in cold sweat, and the cotton pajamas were sticking to his body.
"damn it"
He pursed his lips and cursed, and groped for the gas lamp on the bedside table.
"pata"
Dim lighting dispels the darkness and outlines the high-end oak furniture in the bedroom.
Jim Kelly opened the woven cashmere blanket, put on cotton slippers, and walked out of the bedroom door. He planned to go to the bathroom to take a comfortable hot bath first, and then change into a set of clean pajamas.
When he passed the living room, Carrie found that the sky was already bright, but it was cloudy, covered with lead gray clouds, and he could feel an uneasy depression through the cutout window glass.
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Boom boom boom"
"Boom boom boom"
"Which one is it?"
Jim Kelly pulled the pajamas that covered his body, this cold and slippery feeling was really annoying.
"it's me."
The voice outside the door was low and hoarse, "Detective Conn"
Jim Kelly was stunned when he heard the words, he wondered if there was something wrong with his ears
"Well, who is it, I didn't catch it just now."
"Detective Conn"
The deep voice sounded again, revealing a trace of impatience.
hiss
detective conn
Jim Kelly's brows suddenly became a pimple, could it be that the dream just now
damn it
He has long heard that dreams are revelations from the gods, and he should visit the spiritual enlighteners of the church, maybe they can explain the meaning of this dream to him.
But it's too late to say that now, what should I do
There was a panic in Jim Kelly's heart, and then he suppressed the beating of his heart, forced himself to calm down, walked lightly to the window, and looked out sideways
The black carriage and the police detective with gray eyes are already waiting at the door
Jim Kelly hastily closed the blue silk curtains, and the whole living room suddenly became dark.
This reassured him a little.
"Just a moment, Mr. Conn."
Jim Kelly tried to sound normal, "Let me get dressed."
The police detective outside the door gave a dull "hmm", which was considered to be a promise.
Jim Kelly breathed a sigh of relief.
He put on his overcoat lightly, picked up his riding boots with his right hand, and then groped in the dark corridor.
Gently unscrewing the handle of the back door, poking out his head cautiously, the back garden was completely silent.
Jim Kelly fled across the garden in embarrassment and onto Tulip Street.
There is a lot of traffic on Tulip Street, and there are many buildings on both sides of the street.
At this moment, the huge phantoms of Kang En and Mu Fan are above the leaden gray clouds, looking down at Jim Kelly who is hiding in Tibet.
It's like watching an ant fleeing in a jungle of blocks.
Conn is surrounded by blue smoke, his lead gray eyes are deep, and occasionally bright silver lightning flashes
A pair of big hands pressed emptyly above Tulip Street, and their nimble fingers moved subtly, as if they were playing a transparent piano.
At the same time, in the distance that Jim Kelly couldn't see, bricks, wood, stones, people, and green plants were quickly splicing together to form the appearance of Tulip Street in his memory.
"Now, I am mapping the memories in Mr. Gene Kelly's mind, and then using these memory fragments to fabricate dreams."
The voice of Conn the Dreamer was hoarse, as if he was singing some kind of mysterious spell
"Then, Mr. Mu Fan, where do you think Mr. Kelly wants to go at this moment?"
Hearing this, Mu Fan's eyes showed a strange light
"Generally speaking, when a person is suffering from a great fright, he must