To this day, I have not understood the workings of this dream, saying that it is my ability, but in fact, I can not control too many things.

By the time he was, the man had pulled the woman up.He had carried the lights of the aisle before, and I did not see what he looked like, and now he went into the darkened toilet, and I couldn't see the look.

The woman was drunk, but she was pulled up and felt.She struggled weakly twice, her body still softly lying, and her eyes were half open.

The man pinched her, suddenly cursed, threw his hand, and pushed the woman away.

I only heard a "hush", the woman hit the wall, half lying on the washing machine, slowly swallowing and slipping to the ground, and making a vague grunt in his mouth.

The man stood for a while, groping in the toilet, washed his hands in the washbasin, and scolded and grinned in his mouth: "Spit into this!"Shit it!It's cheap for her!"

He closed his hand, turned around and walked out of the toilet, ran to the bedroom to turn over the box and turn the cabinet.

I looked at the woman and first smelled a sour smell on her.With this smell, I watched for a moment in the dark, making sure that the woman was still breathing smoothly and relieved.

But how did he die if he had not been killed by a man?

Really drunk?

The man turned over at home for several minutes, it can be seen that he was calm, bold and thieves, and when he left, he went into the toilet again, and the jewelry worn by the woman was taken away, and he did not forget to pick up the bag that the woman fell off the door.

Now there is silence, and the sound control lights in the aisle are gone.

The man went out and I didn’t see him.

I can only stay with that woman.

When the man understood her necklace, she moved rough, she fell to the ground, sleep confused, half-sun, snoring up.

I listened to this movement and relaxed my mind, but the stock doubted and came out of the head.

By dawn, I was even more surprised that the woman was not dead.

Why did I dream of this scene?

The woman slept until the afternoon, and woke up with a headache and a sore body.I looked at her as she covered her head, and then twisted her body again, making a painful hunt.After a while, her consciousness was clear, and she got up from the ground and saw herself frowned, and took off her clothes to bathe.

I was busy exiting from the toilet, because the woman did not close the toilet door, I could only go to the side to retreat, which found that the outer door had not been closed, and the key was still in the corner of the porch.

The next door no one came in and out today, but no one found that the door to the celibate woman's residence was wide open.

The woman came out after the bath, noticed the open door, her face changed, panicked to go to the bedroom to see, flipped the box and poured the cabinet, and the face became more and more white.

She called the police, the police came, did the on-site investigation, but because the woman was drunk yesterday, no clue can provide, the police can only find a needle in the haystack, starting from the monitoring, do not know when the results can be.

I know the woman’s name and address, and I know the time.

In 2008, Room 401, Building 11, No. 6 Village, Workers and Farmers.

I remember that 401 on the 11th is now living with someone I’m not impressed with, and it should be irrelevant.The owner was not photographed at the time of the news interview.

If this woman died here, this was the murder house.The woman lived alone again, and the house now did not know whether it was rented, sold or lived by her own people.They don’t know that there are ghosts, they should know that there have been dead people here.

Thinking about it, the woman had sent the police away.

She was still suffering because of the hangover, went back to sleep, and couldn't sleep over and over again, and it took a long time to calm down.

I watched her fall asleep, did not pay attention to her, turned around the house two times, to the balcony looking out.

Looking out of the window here, you can see the public fitness facilities in the community.Some people exercise there, take a cold ride, and many children play there.

When every family sounded the sound of cooking, fluttered the aroma, and those people dispersed.

Everything is so normal, so beautiful together.

I put a stone in my heart.

Suddenly there was a door opening in the house.

I shuddered and looked back, and found that the woman who was supposed to be lying on the bedroom bed was missing, and the bed was neatly folded.I ran to the living room and saw the woman carrying the takeaway box coming in, it was hamburger fries.She still had a cone in her hand.

Without heavy makeup, wearing a sportswear, pony tail, women look fresh and beautiful, and Guo Yujie's style is very similar.

She put the plastic bag on the table, took the notebook, and chose the movie.During this time, I ate the cone and took out her dinner.

I was stingy.

When did this woman change clothes and buy food?

Why didn’t I get caught?

I realized something, put it in front of the notebook screen, and looked at the date time in the bottom right corner.

Sure!It’s been a month since the day of the woman’s hangover!

I couldn't cry.

This dream is still very advanced ah, the jump time is not so blunt, but also play montage!

I wonder if this is proof that my ability has improved.

The woman ate half of it and the phone rang.She looked at the phone screen.

I saw the above communicator write "Fang General", and look at the woman's face instantly ugly, some guess.

She suspended the film, put down the hamburger, took the phone, and shouted in a petite voice: "Fang, how do you think about calling me at this time?"Ah... now... well... well... Mr. Fang, I...”

The woman spoke several times, her face became more and more ugly, and she was repeatedly interrupted by the other party.She put her hands down and the phone was hung up.

The woman took a deep breath and clenched her teeth, "Two years, two years, the dead old man is going to fuck off!"

When the police made a record, the woman reported to the door, saying that she was a sales manager of a company, middle management personnel, with a lot of income, and stolen things in addition to more than three thousand cash, and various jewelry and watches worth more than 100,000.

The woman went to the bedroom, changed her clothes and makeup, and came out again, the woman with the thick makeup I first saw.She still wears those fish-mouthed shoes, and the set of jewelry on her body is a set of rose gold, and the metal is made of rose pattern and set with a diamond.

I knew it was called rose gold, and it was all because she had told the police that she had lost it, and got the invoice.I remember the piece of jewelry she was stolen from her, exactly the same.Did she buy the same thing this month?

I was thinking and saw the woman out the door.I hurried to keep up, not expecting to walk through the door, and I bumped into the hangover woman.

The sky outside is completely dark.She was as vague as she had seen it, took the key, trembling the door, and threw herself on the ground, like a fish that fell to the shore.