Perhaps it was a drop of sweat that slipped down from his forehead, followed by many more. This sweat finally extinguished the flame of fear and prevented it from spreading wantonly.
It was useless to be blindly worried. Lu Sheng tried his best to calm down, ignored the unknown in front of him, and began to work hard to recall everything he could recall.
"Now this is all too strange. How could something like this happen in reality? Could this be related to my illness?"
Lu Sheng suddenly remembered the strange illness that he had not had for a long time.
Lu Sheng remembered that he had a strange disease that had been with him for many years. The disease was a strange disease that made people always awake and drowsy. Has he recovered recently? And when did he start to get better?
"Wow... Wow... Wow..."
Lu Sheng ignored the noisy noises around him and continued to concentrate on his thoughts.
"After I woke up from that nightmare, it seemed that I never got sick again!"
When thinking of the nightmare, Lu Sheng began to carefully recall every detail of the dream for the first time.
After he committed suicide by swallowing a gun, he woke up from his dream. And after he woke up, on the morning after he woke up, there was a strange phenomenon, the slowly falling rain in the sky, and the still water droplets. Why didn't he pay attention to it at that time?
For a moment, how could those be normal phenomena?
In the community of Zhou Xiaodie's home, the body also had a similar reaction. It was also motionless, and the body was also involuntarily. Various smells floated out, some familiar and some unknown. The unusually sensitive sense of smell,
Would the same be normal?
"Sand...sand...sand..."
There are also strange sounds filling both ears at this moment. Most of the sounds are not heard for the first time, but they can't distinguish what they are.
First it was vision, then smell, and now it’s finally hearing’s turn?
"No, no, let's not worry about that for now."
More details began to appear in the memories one after another, and Lu Sheng began to think about the problem that had been bothering him for a long time.
Are Xiao Wu and Xiao Zhu the same person? If they are not the same person, why does one appear in the dream and the other in reality?
Lu Sheng clearly remembered that there was a scar on Meng Kenan's forehead, why was it suddenly gone again?
And that fat old man, isn't he dead? Why did he suddenly appear in the dilapidated house in the old city?
"Ring...Ring...Ring..."
The frequency of the unknown sounds became lower and lower, and they began to become faint and difficult to distinguish. More familiar sounds began to come one after another.
Lu Sheng heard the footsteps of pedestrians, and the sound of someone talking came from beside him. Although he couldn't hear clearly, it must be the sound of people talking.
"...Is it still the same as before..."
"...The fingers seemed to move..."
Lu Sheng was sure. He felt the friendly voice excitedly. He recognized that it was Xiao Zhu's voice. It was indeed Zhu Ren's voice.
The joy only lasted for a moment, and the world once again fell into a dead silence. The light began to become stronger and stronger, but it was not enough to see everything clearly. Now the world finally broke away from the void and truly entered the darkness.
"Am I really a policeman? Why can't I even remember that I killed someone, and why am I still working so hard to collect clues and investigate myself?"
Lu Sheng thought about what happened in his dream again. He remembered that on the rooftop, Xiao Wu discovered all the truth about the matter. He also thought that during the fight with Xiao Wu for the pistol, the pistol accidentally went off and killed Xiao Wu.
"I raised the gun and pulled the trigger again," Lu Sheng was shocked. "Am I already dead then? And now, what I feel now, is that what a person will feel after death?"
Is this what death is like? The punishment it brings to people is far less severe than imagined. It strips away people's lives. Not only does it make people lose their freedom, but it also makes the dead person look like a paralyzed patient. Although his mind is
I'm awake, my senses are normal, but I can't do anything.
What's even more ironic is that death also allows the deceased to become the embodiment of justice, investigating and judging the crimes he has committed?
The fear in Lu Sheng's heart is increasing exponentially. No one has experienced death, and no one has heard anyone describe death. If what he is experiencing now is death, then the ending of death is really better than anyone imagined.
Anything terrible is more terrible.
The desire to survive began to occupy Lu Sheng's entire body and mind, because no matter what, he didn't want to die.
"...His life is no longer in danger..."
A voice came over, and Lu Sheng felt the strong beating of his heart again, "What he just said, was he talking about me?"
Lu Sheng pushed all his strength towards the index finger of his right hand, and the index finger began to move up and down again.
"Whoever it is, have any of you seen it? My finger moved again!" Lu Sheng just wanted to live. He didn't think about anything else. He just wanted to live. "Come on, look at me, come on and help me."
."
There was deathly silence all around again!
"I killed everyone, and I will explain everything, as long as you can let me wake up."