Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 43 There are still people alive in my dreams!

It was another sunny day.

The fruit is in season and its juices are plentiful; every bite is full of sweetness.

Tan Jia munched on some fruit as she entered the residential area through the gate. She picked up the package her parents had sent from the courier point and greeted the elderly people passing by.

She's slowly integrating into the city, knowing which street has the most food stalls and which place is best for a morning run... and her green wolf tail is finally starting to attract less attention.

Her family even planned to let her study at a university in China for two years as an exchange program.

However, it wouldn't be good to stay at her aunt's house for an extended period, as she is currently planning to buy a house for herself.

Tan Ming accompanied her to look at apartments, saying on the way, "Isn't it better for you to just stay at home? You can sleep whenever you want and eat whenever you want without anyone bothering you. And about your dreams... you haven't been dreaming lately, have you?"

"No, I haven't seen any corpses recently." She casually looked out the car window at the scenery passing by, where colorful flowers were blooming brightly.

So far, all she has said is that "there is a certain chance of having a dream after seeing a corpse," without revealing the secret that she possesses the killer's first-person perspective on the night of the crime.

She thought this was a good thing; it prevented her from standing out too much, and it also helped solve the case—a win-win situation for everyone.

Having mentally prepared herself so many times, she is no longer afraid to fall asleep and even has the motivation to learn various criminal investigation knowledge, hoping to provide clues more quickly and accurately after her next dream.

Everything is ready, and all that's left is to dream again—something I never dared to imagine at the beginning.

After exiting the highway and transferring to the intercity expressway, a vast planting base comes into view in the distance, with various fruit trees basking in the early summer heat—a landscape completely different from that in the city.

Tan Jia stared at it: "So many fruit picking gardens."

Tan Ming glanced at it casually: "That's an agricultural tourism park where you can pick fruit and camp. I'll take you there next time I have time."

Who knows when the detective will say "next time".

Tan Jia opened the map to find travel guides, thinking of coming on a less hot day, since it is said that mulberries can be picked in another half month.

But she never expected that just over ten hours later she would be standing in the orchard, experiencing a thrilling half-day tour.

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Looking at apartments is quite tiring, so Tan Jia went to bed a little early last night.

The half-finished dough figurine I made was placed on the desk opposite the bed. It was a snake, but the scales hadn't been carved yet. Only the protruding eyes looked like two mung beans with decorative cuts. It had a great comedic effect, so it wasn't too scary in the dark.

One moment she was thinking about how to carve the snake scales, the next she was thinking about how the houses she had looked at that afternoon didn't seem very good. She was getting sleepy, so she turned over, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

The rustling of the wind and the sound of leaves rubbing against each other blended into a rapid, heartbeat in the darkness.

Two short figures lay on the ground, their chests rising and falling with barely perceptible curves. "She" looked down and saw a rope in her hand. She wrapped it around her palm twice and, without hesitation, put it around the neck of one of the people.

The man struggled with his last ounce of strength, but was turned around just in time, and "her" knees pressed down on him, tightening the rope even more.

A hissing sound escaped from the squeezed throat, mixed with incoherent crying... It was a child.

She remained calm throughout, even though the thin rope had also tightened painfully around her hand. She didn't even dabble in breathing, quietly waiting for the child to stop breathing.

But an unexpected event occurred.

The other child who had fallen to the side suddenly got up and, taking advantage of the moment when "she" couldn't let go, stumbled away, so fast that it was impossible to hold on to him.

Her emotions finally began to fluctuate. She looked at the short figure with a gloomy expression, but she didn't panic. Instead, she tightened the rope in her hands again until the child under her knees stopped breathing. Only then did she stand up and look in the direction the other child had run away. She moved quietly, listening to the sounds to locate the source of the noise and changing direction.

The faint sound of footsteps on withered branches and fallen leaves, and the trembling sobs that were tried to be controlled but could not be completely hidden, were carried back by the wind, telling the story of the child's fear and panic.

She smiled with a straight face, then put away the rope and calmly chased after them.

The relentless pursuit brought her great pleasure, and she enjoyed listening to the terrified cries. As she passed a tree with its branches sticking out at an angle, she deliberately shook it, the rustling sound like a nightmare, causing the desperately fleeing child to let out a sob.

Fear festered in the night, the sound of her heartbeat filling her ears. Stepping out of the shade of the trees, the moonlight dispelled some of the darkness. She slightly raised her head, her peripheral vision catching the huge wooden sign of the mulberry picking garden in the distance.

A slap in the face!
"Hah—" Tan Jia gasped in fear, opening his eyes in a cold sweat.

The darkness before her eyes seemed no different from that in her dream. She was unable to come back to her senses for a moment until she saw the clay sculpture on the opposite desk in the dim moonlight outside the window, and then she calmed her breathing.

The next moment, she tensed up again and quickly rolled out of bed.

That child isn't dead yet!
This is the first time a victim has survived a dream; if they had acted quickly, they might have had a chance to live!
Without thinking about anything else, she threw on some clothes and ran downstairs, barged into Tan Ming's room, grabbed the car keys, and completely ignored Tan Ming, who was awakened and trying to cover himself with the blanket.

"Jiajia? What did you do..."

"Someone's been murdered, follow them!"

The car started quickly. Tan Ming was putting on his clothes as he ran, and almost didn't get in. As soon as the door closed, the car roared out of the residential area.

The streets were nearly deserted late at night, with only a few vehicles on the straight avenues.

Tan Jia floored the accelerator and didn't slow down when turning. All you could see was the steering wheel rapidly straightening itself under her hand, then being turned half a turn with one hand to continue turning.

Tan Ming originally wanted to ask what murder was, but now he wanted to say not to drive so fast, this is the center of a domestic city, not the F1 circuit in New York. However, before he could utter a word, the wind filled his mouth and he burst into a tremendous cough.

It took more than 40 minutes to get from the residential area to the agricultural tourism industrial park yesterday, but now it only takes less than 20 minutes.

Tan Ming felt he had just finished coughing and was about to say his first sentence when the car screeched to a halt outside the mulberry picking garden. The inertia made him lean against the backrest and then slammed forward against the windshield.

When I looked up again, Tan Jia had already opened the car door and gotten out.

Night had swallowed half of her figure, and she only had time to give one last instruction as she rushed into the orchard.

"Brother, explain to the people at the orchard that someone committed a crime inside, and block all the exits!"

Then everything returned to calm, the dense leaves rustling in the wind, causing a creepy feeling on one's back.

Until a beam of light shone on us.

"Who's there?! The orchard only opens during the day!" The lights shone into Tan Ming's eyes as two security guards stood solemnly outside the car.

Tan Ming: "..."

Inside the orchard.

After running for a few minutes, Tan Jia stopped and stood at the last point in the dream, holding his breath and trying to make out his surroundings.

She could hear her own panting and rapid heartbeat, as if something resonated with her in the darkness.

It was the slightest sound of brushing against a fallen leaf, very faint.

After listening for another two seconds, she confirmed the direction, immediately turned around and ran, shouting threateningly, "Police! Don't move!"

Unfortunately, she was not as familiar with this area as the murderer was. By the time she arrived, the murderer had already disappeared, leaving only a motionless child.

She checked; his mouth was tied, but he was still breathing.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly dialed 120, her eyes still scanning her surroundings warily.

Just as she finished the call, a gust of wind blew by, turning her anxiety and vigilance into a cold sweat. Only when she heard faint shouts from the surrounding area did she fully regain her composure.

"Hoo—" Tan Jia exhaled the tense breath, knelt down panting, looked at the child, and belatedly began to feel a headache.

She was still trying to fool everyone with the excuse that she only had nightmares after seeing a corpse, but now her secret has been exposed.

Jia thought to herself: I don't want to have these dreams anymore. Let whoever wants to die, die.

Operation Jia: There are still people alive in my dreams, watch me race at top speed to save them!
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