Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

"I am dead. Am I really dead?"

She looked flustered, turning left and right to observe herself with a look of disbelief on her face.

"I, I was sleeping, how could I be dead?"

It seemed that she was very frightened. She must have slowly remembered something. Her face was full of fear as she talked to herself.

"Liu, Liu Feng, right? Can you tell me what happened? Why did I become like this?"

Then she looked at me, hoping to find the answer from me.

I was speechless. I came to ask her who killed her, but she knew nothing and asked me instead.

"Don't panic. I'm the informant. The police station asked me to come here to find your murderer. Think carefully about what happened."

In order to calm her down, I continued.

"What? I was murdered?"

When she heard what I said, she seemed to be hit on the head. She looked at me in disbelief, then looked at the scene in the room at that moment. The dark air above her head became even stronger.

Oh my god, what should I do? If I tell her that everyone in her family except her grandmother was murdered, will she immediately become a ghost?

However, even if I don't tell her, she will probably know as she slowly recovers her memory that the most urgent task is to find the murderer as soon as possible.

"Listen to me, we don't know much about this either. Can you stretch out your hand so I can feel it? See if this can help you find the murderer?"

Thinking of what happened to Li Yanyan before, I wanted to test whether contacting her would cause what happened to reappear in my mind, so I said.

Perhaps it was because her grandmother was burning incense in the main room that she gradually became less anxious.

"You, can you hold my hand? That will make me remember?"

As she spoke, she reached out her hand to me.

I also raised my hand, and when I felt my fingertips touching her fingers, a bone-chilling chill spread from my fingertips and slowly seeped into my arm. As my hand and her hand shadow overlapped, the chill rushed straight to my heart.

I felt like I had fallen into an ice cellar and was about to lose consciousness. If it weren't for the bead on my chest slowly releasing heat, I would have suffocated to death.

The scene in front of me slowly appeared.

The night in early winter is very chilly, and the crescent moon casts a faint, cold light on the earth.

At this time, everyone in this ordinary farm family fell asleep, completely unaware that danger was approaching them step by step.

In the backyard, a man wearing black clothes and black pants, with a black scarf covering his face, jumped from the small pond in the backyard and landed in the backyard.

He walked along the path through the vegetable garden, step by step, towards the back door of the Wan family. He passed the cowshed at the back and took a glance inside.

The old buffalo was lying down, but when it saw people coming, it slightly kicked up its front legs and stood up. Then it let out a muffled groan and shook its head, trying to break free. However, the rope was tied to an iron hook on the ground, so it couldn't break free and could only keep barking and pacing.

The man in black ignored him and continued walking forward until he reached the back door, which was hung from the inside on an iron nail nailed to the door and window with a simple small iron chain.

He picked up a small wooden stick from the tree next to him, picked it up lightly, and pushed the back door open easily.

He first skillfully reached Wan Weili's room, and seeing Wan Weili sleeping soundly, his eyes were full of hatred. He took out a knife from his body, and the knife flashed coldly in the reflection of the moonlight coming through the window.

The knife was a machete used for chopping wood in the countryside, and it was polished to a shine.

The man in black stood beside Wan Weili's bed, raised the machete in his hand and held it in the air for a moment, then raised it above his head and slashed at Wan Weili's neck.

Wan Weili didn't even make a sound, and was killed in her sleep by the man in black with a single knife.

The man in black didn't stop for a moment, but slipped into the room where Wan Weiguo's family lived, and swung his knife in the same way.

Wan Weiguo was a man after all. He felt a sharp pain in his dream, but he did not die immediately. He covered his neck, which was bleeding, with his hand and turned over and got up.

As soon as one of his feet touched the ground, the man in black swung his machete and slashed at his head several times.

Wan Weiguo's pupils dilated with fear. "You, you are..." He just said a few words and fell to the ground.

The child in the middle and the woman sleeping on the edge were awakened. As soon as the child cried for the first time, he was hacked to death on the bed.

"Help!"

The woman only shouted out three words, and the man in black raised his knife and struck her again. She fell to the bed without any life.

Mr. and Mrs. Wan Jiafu, who lived opposite, heard the noise and didn't know what was going on.

Wan Jiafu pulled the light cord, but didn't turn on the light. He got up in the dark.

"Old man, what happened?"

Qian Xiulan asked in a daze.

"I don't know what the noise is in the room of Weiguo and his wife. I'll go out and take a look."

Wan Jiafu replied, grabbed a shirt and put it on, opened the door and walked into the main room.

After taking a few steps, he saw a man in black walking out of Wan Weiguo's room. Thinking he was a thief, he shouted at him.

"Who is it?" He picked up a shovel from the corner of the main room and rushed over.

The man in black also rushed up, but before he could swing the shovel, he was stabbed on the top of the head by the man in black. Blood flowed down his face. He was no longer able to resist, and the shovel in his hand immediately fell.

Feeling something was wrong, he instinctively wanted to escape. He covered the wound on his head with one hand and pulled the bolt of the door with the other, probably wanting to open the door and run out to ask for help.

But before he could pull open the bolt, the man in black hacked at his head and back. Finally, he lay at the door and left this world with despair in his eyes.

Qian Xiuxiang, who was in the room, also got up when she heard the noise.

"Old man, what are you doing? You're making such a big noise, can't you let me sleep?"

Yawning and complaining.

She had just reached the door and had not yet uttered the second sentence when the man in black raised his knife and chopped her down. After a few hits, she collapsed at the door.

After doing all this, the man in black let out a long sigh and walked towards the backyard. When he reached Wan Weili's room, he looked inside, walked forward a few steps, and seemed to remember something.

He turned back and walked in. He jumped onto the bed with a cold light in his eyes. He lifted the quilt covering Wan Weili's body, pulled off the pants of Wan Weili, who was already a corpse, and vented his animal desires on the corpse.

Finally, he pulled up his pants, kicked Wan Weili's body, then jumped off the bed and walked to the backyard.

After he walked to the backyard, he ran to the Wan family's toilet and threw the machete down first.

Then he took off his outer coat and trousers, tore off the black bags wrapped around his feet and the headscarf around his head and face, and threw them all into the pit. He also picked up the dung scoop next to him and pressed it in before turning around and leaving.

When he reached the door of the cowshed, the old buffalo was still trying hard to break free from the reins. He looked inside again inadvertently, and the old buffalo looked at him with wide eyes.

He shrank his neck, turned and left, then jumped out of the small pond and disappeared into the night.