Aoba Office

Captain Wan didn't mention our last conversation, and didn't say anything about our request that seemed unbelievable to normal people. He directly arranged for us to enter the cell.

A policeman looked at us with strange eyes. Chen Xiaoqiu looked calmly, but I felt uncomfortable all over.

Captain Wan patted the policeman on the shoulder and said when he saw people: "They want to experience life, so don't meddle in their own business."

The police looked at us more like we were crazy.

Captain Wan led us into the cell and left without looking back.

Chen Xiaoqiu and I sat side by side on a simple bed, looking at the other bed opposite.

"Is it right here?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

I nodded.

The **woman's death time was four o'clock in the morning. I looked at the watch and it was still a bit early.

"Do you want to lie down for a while?" I asked Chen Xiaoqiu, "I'll sit aside."

There was an old table and chair in the cell, and the paint was peeling off, but it was definitely fine for someone to sit on.

Chen Xiaoqiu shook his head, "No need."

This was the second time I was alone with Chen Xiaoqiu, and I didn’t know what to say, so both of them remained silent.

Time passed by, and I was staring at the empty bed in a daze. Suddenly, my shoulders sank, and I turned around to find that Chen Xiaoqiu was asleep. My body was a little stiff and I subconsciously moved my body to prevent Chen Xiaoqiu from falling down. You can smell the faint fragrance of Chen Xiaoqiu's body in your nose. It's not perfume, but the refreshing smell of shower gel and shampoo, a bit like the fragrance of flowers. It’s not like I’ve never been leaned on to fall asleep. After all, I have a younger sister here. When I was little, I held my sister in my arms and coaxed her to sleep. But Chen Xiaoqiu and his sister are completely different.

I slowly reached out to hold Chen Xiaoqiu's shoulders, held her back, and slowly put her on the bed.

This cell is now closed, so there are no daily necessities. The bed only has a thin mattress and no pillows or quilts. It's only September now, the weather hasn't turned cold yet, and I don't have a coat to use as a quilt for Chen Xiaoqiu.

I looked at Chen Xiaoqiu's feet still on the ground and hesitated. Chen Xiaoqiu would definitely not be comfortable sleeping in this position, but it seemed too intimate to carry her to the bed and lie down. Furthermore, in case the ghost of the prostitute is still there, or the evil ghost Chu Run wants to do something, this position is more convenient for Chen Xiaoqiu to escape.

I silently said sorry to Chen Xiaoqiu and let her lie like that.

After four o'clock in the morning, the ghost of the prostitute didn't come out, so I breathed a sigh of relief. After waiting for another half hour, I didn't feel any yin energy at all, and I was completely relieved.

I gently pushed Chen Xiaoqiu awake.

Chen Xiaoqiu was a little dazed in his sleep. After blinking for a while, he gradually woke up and stood up from the bed.

"Am I asleep?" Chen Xiaoqiu asked.

"Yeah. It's almost five o'clock, nothing happens." I explained the situation to Chen Xiaoqiu.

"Oh, that confirms our suspicion." Chen Xiaoqiu said calmly, rubbed his eyes, and moved his shoulders and waist.

"I'm sorry for leaving you lying like that." I apologized with a red face.

"Don't worry. If you hug me and lie on the bed, it won't be you." Chen Xiaoqiu said with a smile.

I was startled, "What?"

"Guo Yujie said you were old-fashioned. She was drunk once, and you carried her home without even taking off her shoes." Chen Xiaoqiu continued.

My face turned redder.

I still remember that. When Guo Yujie woke up, she still doubted whether I did it on purpose and wanted to ask her to wash the sheets for me. In all conscience, I never thought of it that way! If my mother and sister hadn't gone on a trip at that time, I would never have let Guo Yujie sleep like that for one night. However, they want to be at home, and there is no empty bed, so I will not take Guo Yujie home.

"Then let's go. Let's have breakfast and then go back. You take leave today to recharge yourself and prepare for the battle in the evening." Chen Xiaoqiu made a plan.

"Why did I dream when I was sleeping during the day?" I asked.

"Then it depends on your situation. If you have the energy, just kill Chu Run." Chen Xiaoqiu said.

I looked at Chen Xiaoqiu suspiciously, "When you talk about this, don't you have any psychological shadow at all?"

"Why is there a psychological shadow? He is not a human, he is a ghost, and he is a murderous evil ghost." Chen Xiaoqiu said calmly.

"That's not very comfortable either." I sighed.

Captain Wan sent us out of the detention center with a smile. When we parted, he asked abruptly: "Are you okay?"

I am silent.

Chen Xiaoqiu replied: "Maybe."

Captain Wan's smile faded, he waved his hand with some sadness and turned back to the detention center.

After breakfast, I didn’t go home. Instead, I went to Aoba and explained the plan.

Qingye's interior was as quiet as ever, with no reaction.

"I'm staying here for the day and sleeping in Mr. Ye Qing's bed. Is that okay?" I asked nervously.

The bed that was obviously being used by someone should be Ye Qing's.

When I didn't get a response, I walked to the lounge inside, patted the dusty bedding, pillows and other items, arranged them, and was about to lie down when I suddenly heard two "knock-knock" sounds. I was startled and looked at the place where the sound came from, which was the wall next to me.

Knock knock knock…

The tapping sound continued, not like Morse code, but like an impatient urging. From that position, I could picture the man leaning against the wall, his hands hanging down, moving his wrists impatiently and tapping his knuckles against the wall.

I carefully straightened up and took a step back, away from the bed I had worked so hard to make, and the tapping sound stopped. I want to cry but have no tears. Ye Qing doesn't allow me to sleep. If it’s not allowed, then it’s not allowed. Why didn’t you say it earlier? I dusted it for a long time and coughed several times.

"Then...is the sofa OK?" I looked at the other four bare wooden beds, hesitated, and chose the sofa.

Ye Qing stopped moving again.

I sighed and walked to the living room.

Although there are no curtains, the dim environment of Aoba is perfect for taking a nap. The sofa is big enough.

I was about to lie down when the door of the office suddenly opened, and there was a "knock-knock-knock" sound on the door panel.

My heart tightened, "Am I not allowed to rest here now, or am I not allowed to come when I'm about to fall asleep at night?"

The tapping stopped, there was a pause for a few seconds, and then there were two knocks.

I was stunned and started thinking.

Does Qingye not want me to stay so late, or does he not want me to dream here?

Speaking of which, I have come into contact with ghosts several times, and neither Aoye nor Uncle Liu has ever entered a dream. Uncle Liu may be unable to have dreams because he is acting in a living form. What about the people in Qingye? Don’t you want to have a dream?

The tapping started again, urging me to leave.

I had no choice but to walk out of the office. The door of the office slammed shut behind me, almost hitting the back of my head.

I couldn't stay in the office, so I had to find a hotel room and sleep uneasily.

During the day, I didn't even dream. I informed Slender Man and the others that they were safe, and told my parents that I would spend the night at Fat Man's house today. I just waited for night to come.

In the middle of the moon, my heart beat faster and my breathing became rapid. I kneaded the rope I bought in the afternoon over and over, and did a lot of ideological work before lying on the bed. Almost instantly, I fell into dreamland.