The woman didn't say anything. Both father and son seemed to have not caught the rape. The two cleaned the kitchen and ignored the woman.

The woman lay on the bed early but never fell asleep. I saw the rolling eyes under her eyelids, and also saw her trembling eyelashes and hands holding the quilt.

When the man lay beside her, her body stiffened.

The couple is in the same agreement and does not talk about catching evil people.

The next morning, the family of three got up.

The father and son complained again that the woman forgot to turn off the fire.

"I can't catch up with the class this morning. Dad, please call me the counselor."

"It's college students, do you still need your parents to take leave? Tell me to the teacher yourself."

"Our counselors are strict in their management and say it's useless."

"Okay, I'll be on the train. My business trip is not over yet."

Just listening to what the father and son said, it seems that one of them came back from a business trip and the other failed to go back to school on weekends, all because of the fire caused by the woman's accident.

I felt that ridiculous again.

The woman ate breakfast silently. She made this breakfast. The father and son got up first and ate the breakfast that the man went out in the morning. The woman ate the rice soaked.

I remember that this was the last dream, Monday scene. It was also like this bowl of rice soaked and the jar of pickles. However, the time difference was one year, and the pickles were still full and had basically not moved.

After breakfast, the family of three went out.

The woman went to work.

The woman's mental state was very poor. When she returned home at night, the room was deserted and there was no one in the family.

Until Friday night, the father and son did not go home.

The woman seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and called the two of them.

The young man said that there was something wrong with his school, while the man said that his work had not been completed.

Before the man was about to hang up the phone, the woman blurted out, "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 don't understand this question a little.

The man answered a while later: "She divorced. She 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'm back on the weekend. I've got the divorce agreement done, and the property is divided equally, and my son will belong to me. I'll give you that house."

"I...get it..." the woman sobbed and agreed.

The conversation between the couple was so weird.

Could it be that the man surnamed Gu and this man have another story?

I was so anxious that I was also dissatisfied with this long and procrastinating dream, but things didn't follow my will.

It was fine on Saturday day, but on Sunday, the woman answered the phone and wanted to go to the company to get a document.

After answering the phone, the woman was even a little happy and called the man, saying that the company was working overtime and she was going to come back late.

I know she wants to delay the divorce.

The man didn't say anything.

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and went out wearing the clothes she had died.

My heart was thrilled, but when I thought of the strangeness of the couple, I became confused by my previous guesses.

Is it really the father and son who killed people?

Because it is not the peak period, the bus is very idle.

The woman sat in the bus absent-mindedly, leaning against the window and looking out the window.

This is a scene that was not available in the previous dream.

I stood in the empty carriage without doing anything. I could say that I had been squeezing the bus for two weeks. Suddenly I took the bus, and it was no longer crowded, and I was a little uncomfortable. I looked at the empty seats in the car and wanted to find a seat to sit down. I wouldn't even squeeze the bus during peak hours. Now there are empty seats. Even if I am a ghost state that no one can see, I have no physical problems in my strength. I want to sit down now.

I turned my head like this and saw the man sitting in the last row of the bus. He was wearing a baseball cap and dressed quite young. I felt that this person made me feel familiar. I looked at him carefully, but I couldn't remember where I had seen him.

This is a strange city. Here, everyone I know is related to women. They are all these two dreams. I saw them in two weeks. There must be no such person among women’s colleagues. Neighbors? People in the community?

I recalled that this person seemed to have come out of the community with a woman.

Are you a resident in the community?

As I recalled, time passed, the woman arrived at the station and changed the bus. The person I knew also got off and followed the woman to the same bus.

I had some bad premonition.

When the man followed the woman into the office building, I realized something, but it was a little puzzled.

The two entered the elevator and pressed different floors. The floor the man was going to was two floors higher than the woman.

The woman was also absent-minded because of the divorce and didn't pay much attention to the man. When she arrived at the floor, she stepped out directly.

I was alert and kept staring at the man, and saw that the other party reached into his pants pocket at this time and grabbed something in the palm of his hand.

The man followed the woman out of the elevator, and the thing in his hand suddenly popped up a blade, which was quickly pierced into the woman's back. His other hand covered the woman's mouth, blocking the woman's pain and screams in his throat.

He tugged his back seven or eight times in front of the woman's back, and the woman's blood spilled all over the floor and dyed his clothes red.

This scene happened too quickly. Even though I was alert and instinctively stopped it at the first time, I could not do anything to the murderer.

The woman died, probably because she didn't react. When her body was caught by the murderer, her soul floated out directly, becoming the same state as in 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 ready, and this murder was definitely not an impulse, but a planned action.

The woman's ghost could move now, and she unconsciously shouted pain and walked towards the office.

I watched the murderer skillfully deal with the corpse. When the female ghost went further and further, I had to keep up.

The dream switched at this time.

Both the female ghost and I appeared in her home. The father and son were there too.

The man called the female ghost's cell phone, but after listening for a while, he hung up in anger and said, "It's still turned off."

"What exactly do mom do?" the young man complained.

"She just doesn't want to get divorced, she's missing." The man pulled his hair, "I can't contact you until the time comes, so I'll call the police."

Dream switches again.

The man called the police, and the police investigated. The woman's colleague said that she had called her and asked her to send the documents to the training site. However, she did not show up in the office building and said that the woman had been here, but she did not see her leaving the woman's younger brother making a fuss. She suspected that the adulterer and his unconscientious nephew killed their sister, but all three of them had absent evidence.

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 like the first dream, shouting in pain, leaving behind a corpse, which no one could see but could touch it.

This home seems to be performing an absurd tragedy.
Chapter completed!