That night after Wen Yi went down the mountain, Zi'an's nightmare came again.
She saw Murong Jie was in great pain, covered in blood, and kept calling her name.
After she woke up with a start, she was in a daze and her heart ached as if it was being cut by a knife when she thought of her dream.
She suddenly remembered the murder case she witnessed when she was traveling with Murong Jie. That case has not been solved yet. She would always think of it occasionally, like a spell. Whenever she was uneasy, she would always think of this case.
Whenever she thought of this case, she felt an indescribable panic in her heart and her heart beat faster.
There was an oil lamp lit in the room, the lampshade was illuminated dimly, and the room was also illuminated dimly.
Wu Yanzu lit the oil lamp for her before she went to bed, for fear that she would fall when going to the toilet at night.
Zi'an got up, put on his clothes, sat in front of the lamp, looking at the dim light, and his heart calmed down a little.
She remembered that Lao Qi had analyzed the case for her and said that the wife did not commit suicide but was murdered. However, every time she thought about it, she always felt that the wife died for her husband.
Thinking of committing suicide for love, her heart began to beat wildly, and she always had a strange thought that if Lao Qi died, she would also die.
"Master!" Wu Yanzu knocked on the door gently from outside.
Zi'an was startled. The deep mountain was so quiet at night that she was frightened for no apparent reason. A sudden knock on the door really scared her.
She opened the door and saw Wu Yanzu standing at the door wearing a cloak. She asked worriedly, "I heard you get up. What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"
His room was right next to Zi'an's room. The wooden house wasn't very soundproof, so any noise from Zi'an's room could be heard in his room.
"I'm fine, I just had a nightmare." Zi'an stepped aside to let him in.
The wind was whistling outside the door, and the pitch-black mountain looked like a forest of monsters, very creepy.
Zi'an quickly closed the door and couldn't help shivering.
Wu Yanzu noticed that she was acting strange, so he asked, "What's wrong? What nightmare did you have?"
Seeing that he couldn't fall asleep anyway, Zi'an started chatting with Wu Yanzu, "I dreamed that something happened to Old Seven. What do you think is the situation in the capital now?"
Wu Yanzu said: "I don't know what's going on in the capital, but don't worry too much. I don't think there's anything that the prince can't handle."
Although Wu Yanzu was very afraid of Murong Jie, he had a mysterious faith in Murong Jie and always felt that there was nothing in the world that he could not accomplish.
Zi'an laughed when he heard this, "You have so much confidence in him?"
"Of course." Wu Yanzu didn't say the reason, because there was no reason, he just had that much confidence.
It was late at night and everything was quiet. Listening to the tone of Wu Yanzu's voice, Zi'an felt a little relieved.
"You've traveled a lot and seen a lot of things. Let me tell you about a case." Zi'an suddenly became interested in talking.
"Case?" Wu Yanzu had no interest in the case. He was only interested in medical skills and treating illnesses. However, since the master wanted to talk, then he decided to talk. "Okay, go ahead."
Zi'an then told him about the bizarre case he and Murong Jie had encountered that day, and said, "The murderer has not been found in this case yet. The woman was pregnant and died beside her husband. Although it was later said that she did not commit suicide, the initial judgment at the crime scene has always remained in my heart. I stubbornly believe that she died for love with her husband. Even now when I think about it, I feel a very strange obsession in my heart."
Wu Yanzu was stunned. "I think I have encountered what you are talking about before."
"Have you ever encountered such a case?" Zi'an asked.
"It's not a case, it's an illness." Wu Yanzu restrained his expression and said seriously, "This happened when I just started practicing medicine, that is, the year before last. I was a wandering doctor, so I had no fixed place to live. I went to Baizhou that day, and there happened to be a poor family who wanted to see a doctor, so I went. The patient was a woman in her fifties. She had three sons, all married. The woman's husband died early. She fell ill that year because she went to the grave during the Qingming Festival and saw a rabbit hit dead on a stone. Next to the rabbit, there was a rabbit that was shot dead. At that time, she was frightened and went back home and fell ill for more than a month. From then on, whenever she saw a rabbit or some of the scenes she encountered on the day of the grave appeared again in her life, she would think of the rabbit's suicide for love. Finally, she hanged herself and was rescued. After that, she tried to commit suicide again and again. Her sons thought she was sick, so they asked for a doctor."
After Wu Yanzu finished speaking, he asked Zi'an, "Have you been worried since you encountered that murder case?"
"Yes, everything that happened that day, every detail, is lingering in my mind. Not only the murder case, but even the scenery that Lao Qi and I saw in the mountains, the woodcutter, the same place and the similar road, all trigger my anxiety."
She raised her head and looked at Wu Yanzu, "How did the patient end up? What disease did you diagnose her with?"
Wu Yanzu was a little depressed. "She wasn't sick at all, so I just prescribed some soothing tea. Before I left Baizhou, I heard that this woman committed suicide and died next to her husband's grave."
Zi'an's face suddenly turned pale, and the fear in his heart became more intense.
Ever since the murder, she felt frightened every time she thought of it, and thought it was just a psychological trauma. She also felt strange at the time. After all, she was a person who had survived a hail of bullets, so how could a case cause her so much psychological trauma? Now that she thinks about it, she is afraid that is not the case.
Wu Yanzu said, "I also went to the funeral of that woman. I heard from the Taoist priest who was acting as the funeral director that someone had cast a curse on her in order to confuse her mind and make her commit suicide. The neighbors were also talking about it, saying that the curse was cast by her eldest daughter-in-law because she and her eldest daughter-in-law had a bad relationship and were always quarreling. Some people even saw her eldest daughter-in-law go to see some quack. Of course, I don't believe this."
Zi'an was a little confused. She could no longer say that she didn't believe in supernatural things.
However, among the people she knew at that time, the only one who could cast a spell on her was Shangqiu.
It is not ruled out that Shangqiu will do so.
If this is really a kind of evil magic, and its purpose is to make her commit suicide, then there must be an inducement. Whenever she becomes mentally disturbed, she will think of committing suicide. This is really dangerous, and she herself has no way to prevent it.
However, she thought that when the curse was cast, it was probably not aimed at her, but at Old Seven, because if anything happened to her, Old Seven would lose his composure.
Many things happened to her before and after the murder. If she had committed suicide at that time, at least King Nan Huai would have benefited from it.
Now that these layers of conspiracy have been revealed, Zi'an has not felt fully understood. Instead, he has become even more disheartened.
She had dealt with depression among agents in modern times. If this was a spell, then it would be similar to depression. Once a point was stimulated, it would lead to an impulsive attack.
(End of this chapter)