The girl named Chris was surprised: "God, that is indeed me, but I don't remember taking this photo at all. As far as I remember, I only met him in high school."
Hearing this, the boy looked ugly and urged: "Let's go."
The girl Chris continued: "Dean said something before he died."
"Stop it." The boy whispered.
Chrissy continued, "He said: You're not real. He's repeating that over and over again, do you know what that means?"
The boy was silent for a moment, and then said: "No, I don't know. Dean is taking a lot of medicine, including psychotropic medicine, you know what I mean?"
Tears welled up in Chrissy's eyes: "Jessie, it was like someone forced Dean to do that, but there was no one around him. You have to trust me."
"Chris, that should be your illusion." The boy shook his head.
"No, I believe her." Another girl walked up to the two people who were talking, and suddenly interrupted.
The two looked at her.
Chris finds supporters: "You believe it?"
The girl nodded, affirming what she said just now: "I believe it, because I also saw..."
The boy interrupted, "No, you didn't see anything. You were in that store, and you were just freaked out. So, stop scaring Chrissy, okay?"
As he spoke, the boy turned and left, leaving the two girls standing there blankly.
Luke was standing on a photo stand not far behind them, taking a copy of all these photos with a counterfeit mobile phone.
Especially the photo of her and Dean that Chris said just now.
In the photo, a five or six-year-old boy is actively climbing a slide. Not far from him, a cute little girl in a pink-blue skirt is staring at the camera.
Selena: "The boy is gone."
Luke nodded slightly: "Let's go there."
"Chris, and this one, can I talk to you?" Luke took off his sunglasses and said with a smile.
Looking at his sunny and handsome face, and those eyes with surged electricity for a moment, even though the two girls were in a bad mood at the moment, they subconsciously nodded: "Ah, yes."
Immediately, Chris came back to her senses: "Wait, what are you guys going to talk about?"
Luke gestured, and the four of them walked a few steps to the big tree next to them.
Only then did he say, "It's a pity about Dean, but what I want to ask is, who are you suspecting?"
The complexions of Chris and the other girl suddenly became serious: "What, what?"
Luke smiled apologetically: "I overheard your conversation just now, it seems that someone... is bothering you?"
Both girls were silent.
After a while, the same girl who interrupted said, "Who are you?"
Luke took out his police badge wallet and lightened it slightly: "PD, I was entrusted to investigate this incident. It didn't just trouble you."
The two girls looked at each other, and the same girl said: "Let's talk in another place, it's not convenient here."
Chris said: "Go to my house, my mother has gone to Europe yesterday."
The two girls got into Luke's car. Except for Chris's address, the car was silent all the way.
When they arrived at Chris's house, the four of them got out of the car and entered the house, and sat down in the living room.
Chris was obviously out of her mind, she didn't even bring water to everyone, she just sat there blankly.
It was Luke who broke the extremely uncomfortable atmosphere of silence. He looked at the girl: "I don't know your name yet, how do you call it?"
The girl: "Just call me Nancy, what do you want to know?"
Luke: "The person you suspect. I think you seem to know who he is."
Nancy was silent, and looked at Chris who suddenly became nervous beside her.
Chris gritted her teeth: "Tell me, I want to know what he is."
Having said that, Luke and the others saw no angry expression on her face, and it would be more appropriate to call it fear.
Nancy: "There is one person who... always appears in our dreams."
Having said that, she looked at Luke and the two, and found that they were just listening quietly, without showing any expressions of impatience or dismissiveness.
She continued: "I don't know who he is, but recently, I can always see him after falling asleep. He seems to be..."
Chris interrupted suddenly: "It seems to be real."
Everyone looked sideways.
Chris's eyes were dull, but she said in her mouth: "His whole body is like, as if he was scorched, and the skin all over his body seemed to melt. Especially his hand, right hand, that is a..."
"Claw." Nancy took up the conversation again: "There is a sharp blade on the finger of his right hand, just like a claw."
Chris seemed to recall those dreams, trembling and unable to speak, just nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Luke and Selena glanced at each other.
Nancy didn't seem to realize it: "He always wears a black top hat and a shabby sweater with red and green stripes. Every time he appears, he always approaches me slowly and says something to me."
Luke waited for a while, and found that she didn't continue, and asked softly, "What did he say?"
"Do you remember me? (Do you remember me)" said the words from Nancy and Chris at the same time.
Luke raised his eyebrows: "Then?"
The two women shook their heads in unison, and Nancy replied, "Every time it comes to this time, I wake up with fright."
Luke pondered: "That is to say, he hasn't hurt you so far, why?"
The two women froze for a moment, they didn't expect his question to be this.
Even they themselves thought it was too absurd.
If Dean hadn't died in front of the two of them, even if they were troubled by the nightmare, they wouldn't have such an exaggerated reaction.
Luke's expression seemed to completely believe what the two said, and he was seriously analyzing the reasons.
"But, but, Dean is dead, right in front of me." Chris couldn't help but say.
Luke nodded slightly, and tapped his hands on the armrest of the sofa leisurely: "So, he has his own purpose."
That's why he will enter your dreams time and time again to intimidate you. He didn't say this.
After thinking for a moment, he asked, "Then when did this nightmare of yours start? What is the frequency? For example, did it appear once a month, a week, or every few days?"
Nancy: "It started a month ago, but it seemed like a week had passed? The last few days he's been showing up...almost every day."
Chris shook her head: "No. After Dean died, I didn't sleep very much. When I took a nap at noon today, I seemed to see him again."
Luke nodded: "What about this period? Did he appear more and more frequently?"
The two girls looked at each other and nodded in unison.
He had a vague guess in his heart, but he didn't want to say it.