The woman remained silent. Both father and son acted as if there was no rape incident. The two cleared the kitchen, ignoring the woman.
The woman went to bed early, but never fell asleep. I saw her eyes rolling under her eyelids, and I also saw her fluttering eyelashes and her hands gripping the quilt tightly.
When the man lay next to her, her body stiffened.
The couple agreed not to talk about catching an adulterer.
Early the next morning, a family of three got up.
The father and son complained again about the woman forgetting to turn off the fire.
"I can't catch up with my class this morning. Dad, please call the counselor for me."
"You are a college student and you still want your parents to ask for leave? You should tell the teacher yourself."
"Our counselors are very strict and it's useless to say it yourself."
"Okay, I'll take the taxi on the train. My business trip isn't over yet."
Just listening to what the father and son said, it seemed that one of them came back from a business trip and the other failed to return to school on the weekend, all because of the fire accidentally caused by the woman.
I had that sense of absurdity again.
The woman ate her breakfast in silence. She made this breakfast. The father and son got up first and ate the breakfast the man had bought when he went out in the morning. The woman ate pao rice.
I remember, this was the scene from the last dream, Monday. It’s the same bowl of rice and the jar of pickles. However, a year later, the pickles are still full and basically untouched.
After breakfast, the family of three went out.
The woman went to work.
The woman's mental state was very poor. When she came home at night, the room was deserted and there was no one at home.
Until Friday night, the father and son had not returned home.
The woman seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and called the two of them.
The young man said he had something to do at school, and the man said he hadn't finished his work yet.
Before the man was about to hang up, the woman blurted out and asked, "Are you having dinner with her?"
The man on the other end of the phone was silent.
"How is she?" the woman asked quietly.
I kind of don't understand the question.
It took the man a while to answer: "She is divorced. She was divorced a few years ago and came back a few days ago."
"Oh." The woman responded, and after a while, "Are you going to divorce me?"
"Um."
"when?"
"I'll be back on the weekend. I've also finalized the divorce agreement. The property will be divided equally and my son will be mine. I'll give you that house."
"I... know..." the woman sobbed in agreement.
The conversation between this couple was so weird.
Could it be that there is another story between the man named Gu and this man
I was so anxious that I was scratching my head and lungs, and I was dissatisfied with this long and protracted dream, but things didn't go according to my will at all.
Saturday was fine. On Sunday, the woman answered the phone and went to the company to pick up a document.
After answering the phone, the woman was even a little happy. She called the man and said that the company was working overtime and she would be home late.
I know she wants to delay the divorce.
The man didn't say anything.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief, put on the clothes she was wearing when she died, and went out.
My heart skipped a beat, but when I thought about the weirdness of this couple, I became confused about my previous guess.
Was it really the father and son who committed the murder
Because it is not a peak period, the buses are very idle.
The woman was sitting in the bus, leaning against the window, looking out the window.
This is a scene that was not seen in the previous dream.
I stood idle in the empty carriage. It can be said that I have been crowded on the bus for two weeks. Suddenly taking the bus, it is no longer crowded, which is still a bit unfamiliar. I looked at the empty seats in the car, trying to find a place to sit. Forget about the rush hour traffic, there are now free seats. Even if I am in a ghostly state that no one else can see, I have no problem with my physical strength. I want to sit down now.
I turned my head and saw the man sitting in the last row of the bus. He was wearing a peaked cap and dressed quite young. I felt that this person looked slightly familiar to me. I looked at him carefully, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before.
This is a strange city. The people I know here are all related to women. They were all seen in these two dreams and two weeks. There is definitely no such person among the woman’s colleagues. Neighbor? People from the neighborhood
I recalled that this man seemed to have come out of the community with a woman.
Are you a resident of the community
While reminiscing, time passed and the woman arrived at the stop and changed cars. The man I was familiar with also got off the bus and got on the same bus with the woman.
I had some bad premonitions.
When the man followed the woman into the office building, I realized something, but I was a little confused.
The two entered the elevator and pressed different floors. The man wanted to go to a floor two floors higher than the woman.
The woman was still distracted because of the divorce, so she didn't pay much attention to the man. When she got to the floor, she walked out directly.
I was wary and kept staring at the man. I saw him reach into his trouser pocket and grab something in the palm of his hand.
The man followed the woman out of the elevator, and suddenly a blade popped out of the thing he was holding, and he quickly plunged it into the woman's lower back. His other hand covered the woman's mouth, blocking the woman's screams of pain and shouts in her throat.
He pricked the woman's lower back seven or eight times. The woman's blood spilled all over the floor and dyed his clothes red.
This scene happened so fast. Even if I was vigilant and instinctively tried to stop him immediately, I couldn't do anything to the murderer.
The woman died. She probably didn't react. When her body was grabbed by the murderer, her soul floated out directly and became the state of the previous dream.
The murderer put the woman on the ground, walked to the toilet on this floor, and took out some tools.
I saw that he was well prepared. This murder was definitely not an impulsive act, but a planned move.
The woman's ghost was now able to move. She unconsciously cried out in pain and walked towards the office.
I stood there watching the murderer skillfully dispose of the body. When the female ghost walked further and further away, I had to keep up.
The dream world switched at this time.
The female ghost and I both appeared at her home. The father and son were also there.
The man called the female ghost's cell phone, listened for a while, and then hung up angrily, "It's still turned off."
"What on earth is mom going to do?" the young man complained.
"She just doesn't want a divorce and is missing." The man pulled his hair and said, "If we still can't contact her by the time, I'll call the police."
The dreamland switches again.
The man called the police, and the police investigated. The woman's colleague said he called her and asked her to take the documents to the training point, but she didn't show up. People in the office building said the woman had been there, but didn't see her leave from the main entrance. The woman's brother made a fuss. In one incident, it was suspected that the adulterer and the heartless nephew had killed his sister, but all three of them had alibi.
It was also during this normal process that I learned about the man and the woman named Gu.
During this period, the female ghost acted in a dull manner, crying out in pain, just like the first dream, leaving her body behind, no one could see it, but everyone could touch it.
This family seems to be performing an absurd tragedy.