Aoba Office

To this day, I still haven’t figured out how this dream works. It’s said to be my ability, but in fact, I can’t control too many things.

When she was distracted, the man had already pulled the woman up. He was carrying the aisle light before, so I didn't see what he looked like. Now that he entered the dark toilet, I couldn't even see his appearance clearly.

The woman was so drunk that she was unconscious, but she still felt something when she was pulled up. She struggled weakly twice, her body was still limp and her eyes were half-closed.

The man pinched her breast, then suddenly cursed, waved his hand, and pushed the woman away.

I only heard a "bang" sound, the woman hit the wall, her body was half lying on the washing machine, she slowly slipped to the ground, and she made an indistinct muttering sound from her mouth.

The man stood for a while, groping in the toilet, then went to the sink and washed his hands, cursing: "She vomited like this! Damn it! You gave her an advantage!"

He turned off the faucet, turned around, walked out of the toilet, and ran into the bedroom to rummage through the cabinets.

I looked closer at the woman, and first smelled a sour smell on her body. Enduring the smell, I observed the woman in the dark for a moment, and then I breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the woman was still breathing steadily.

But how did this person die if he wasn't killed by a man?

Really drunk to death?

The man rummaged around the house for dozens of minutes. It was obvious that he was very calm and courageous. Before leaving, he went into the toilet again and took away all the jewelry the woman was wearing without forgetting it. He also picked up the bag that the woman dropped at the door.

At this moment, everything was silent, and the voice-activated lights in the aisle also turned off.

The man walked out and I didn't see his appearance.

I can only stay with that woman.

When the man untied her necklace, he moved roughly, and she fell to the ground. She fell asleep in a daze, and after a while, she started snoring.

Listening to this movement, I felt relaxed, but the doubts popped up again.

At dawn, I was sure that the woman was not dead, which was even more strange.

Why did I dream of this scene?

The woman slept until the afternoon. When she woke up, she had a splitting headache and body aches. I watched her cover her head and twist her body, making a muffled sound of pain. After a while, she regained consciousness. She struggled to get up from the ground. When she saw that she was covered in filth, she frowned in disgust and took off her clothes to take a shower.

I hurriedly exited the toilet. Because the woman didn't close the toilet door, I could only step aside. Only then did I realize that the door outside was not closed and the key was still left in the corner of the entrance.

No one came in or out of the house next door today, but no one noticed that the door of the single woman's residence was wide open.

When the woman came out of the shower, she noticed the wide open door and her face changed. She hurriedly went to the bedroom to look around and rummaged through the cabinets. Her face became paler and paler.

She called the police, who came over and conducted an on-site investigation. However, because the woman was very drunk yesterday, they could not provide any clues. The police could only look for a needle in a haystack and start the investigation from surveillance. They didn't know when they would get the results.

I now knew the woman's name and address, as well as the time.

In 2008, Room 401, Building 11, Gongnong No. 6 Village.

I recalled it, and I have no impression of who lives in No. 11, 401. They must be insignificant people. The owner of the house was not photographed when the news interviewed him.

If this woman died here, this would be a haunted house. This woman lives alone. I don’t know if this room is rented, sold, or occupied by her own family. They don't know there are ghosts, so they should know that people have died here.

As I was thinking about this, the woman had already sent the police away.

She was still suffering from a hangover. She went back to the house to sleep, and tossed and turned again, unable to fall asleep. It took a long time before she calmed down.

I saw her sleeping, so I paid no attention to her. I walked around the room twice and went to the balcony to look out.

Looking out the window here, you can just see the public fitness facilities in the community. Some people exercise and enjoy the shade there, and many children play there.

When the sound of cooking could be heard in every house and the aroma of vegetables wafted, those people dispersed one after another.

Everything is so ordinary and everything is so beautiful together.

But there was a stone in my heart.

Suddenly there was a sound of opening the door in the house.

I was stunned and quickly turned around, only to find that the woman who was supposed to be lying on the bed in the bedroom was missing. The bed was covered with neatly folded quilts. I ran to the living room and saw a woman coming in with a takeout box, which was burgers and fries. She still had a cone in her hand and was licking it.

Without heavy makeup, she wore sportswear and a ponytail. The woman looked fresh and beautiful, very similar to Guo Yujie's style.

She put the plastic bag on the table, took her notebook, and selected a movie. During this time, she just finished eating the cone and took out her dinner.

I was stunned.

When did this woman change her clothes and go out to buy food?

Why wasn't I pulled over?

I realized something, moved closer to the laptop screen, and looked at the date and time in the lower right corner.

really! It’s been a month since the day the woman had a hangover!

I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

This dream is still very advanced, the time jump is not so stiff, and it also uses montage techniques!

Then I thought about it, does this prove that my ability has improved?

While the woman was eating, her cell phone rang. She glanced at the phone screen.

I saw that the contact person above was written "Mr. Fang", and the woman's face turned ugly for a moment, so I made some guesses.

She paused the movie, put down the burger, answered the phone, and shouted in a sweet voice: "Mr. Fang, why do you want to call me at this time? Ah... I am... um... Mr. Fang, I……"

The woman spoke several times, her expression getting increasingly ugly, and she was interrupted many times by the other party, but there was nothing she could do. She silently put down her hand and the phone was hung up.

The woman took a deep breath and gritted her teeth, "Just two years, if you endure it for another two years, that damn old man will get out!"

When the police were taking notes, the woman introduced herself, saying that she was a sales manager of a certain company, a middle-level manager, with a good income. In addition to more than 3,000 yuan in cash, the stolen items also included various items worth more than 100,000 yuan. jewelry and watches.

The woman went to the bedroom, changed her clothes and put on makeup, and when she came out, she was the same woman with heavy makeup that I saw for the first time. She still wore the pair of fish-mouth shoes, and the jewelry she wore was made of rose gold. The metal was made into a rose pattern and studded with diamonds.

I knew it was called rose gold because when she reported it missing to the police, she told the police and got an invoice. I remember that the set of jewelry that was stolen from her was exactly the same. Did she buy another set of the same one this month?

I was thinking about it when I saw the woman coming out of the door. I hurriedly wanted to follow, but unexpectedly, after passing through the door, I bumped into a hungover woman.

It's completely dark outside. Just like the last time I saw her, her consciousness was a little blurry. She took the key, opened the door tremblingly, and threw herself on the ground as soon as she entered, flopping like a fish that fell on the shore.