Polk Street.

Room 513, Building A, Flanried Apartment.

Mo Kai woke up from his sleep in a daze.

In recent times, he has always felt that his spirit is difficult to concentrate, and even extremely tranced.

At the same time, there is always a memory in his mind that does not belong to him quietly invading his consciousness, allowing him to experience a different world.

Of course, this...is still considered good.

But the dreams in recent days have almost caused Mo Kai to collapse, and the same dream has been the same for several consecutive days.

While he was taking a shower, his body suddenly lost any strength, and someone covered his face from behind, and then water continued to sprinkle on the wipe.

Mo Kai wanted to breathe heavily, but the suffocation feeling was like a shadow.

He tried to struggle, but his body couldn't move.

He felt the threat of death, the pain of being tortured to death like hell.

It was not until he could not hold on to it that he woke up from the nightmare.

During this period, even though he knew that this was a dream and could do everything possible, he still could not wake up on his own. Only at the moment of "death" would his consciousness return.

And there is one more thing that makes Mokai feel the most terrifying.

Every day when he wakes up, the house seems to be being patronized.

"Mr. Police officer, I suspect someone has entered my house."

"Then are your money lost?"

"Well, this one doesn't."

Mo Kai is a freelance writer. He has been delaying his writing for a while because of a nightmare recently, and his novel "The Superman in the Weird World" has also fallen into a state of suspension of updates.

He had no money on his body, so he naturally understood its importance, so the first thing he checked was the only assets he had.

Fortunately, more than five hundred Taylor is still in his pocket.

This is his royalties last month.

Although not many, I can barely starve to death.

"Since the money has not been lost, do you still have any valuable items lost?"

"This...is not."

The two police officers frowned as they listened to Mokai's words, "Mr. Mokai, are you kidding us? Do you think a thief would do nothing when he came in? He just wanted to tell you that he had been here?"

"It's not that he did nothing, he did one thing."

"What's up?"

Mo Kai quickly pulled out a book from his desk and opened it.

"Mr. Police Officer, this is a book I read before going to bed last night. I still remember which page I saw, but when I woke up and went to check again, I found that the book had been touched and there were some notes on it. Is this a thief who had been here?"

One of the police officers pulled the books in Mo Kai's hand and immediately laughed, "It seems that he is still a thief who loves reading. If there are such thieves, I hope that there are so many more people in my family, then I should be very happy. After all, no one has read some of the books in the family until now."

Another police officer also quickly continued, "Okay, Mr. Mokai, I don't think we need to continue talking anymore. Since the things have not been lost, and we have seen the nearby surveillance and even the corridor surveillance, no one has entered your house at all. If you dare to lie about a fake case next time, I think the police department is very suitable for you to stay for a while."

"But... something weird happened to me, and I have been having nightmares recently. I suspect that someone is doing something wrong. They might want to harm me."

"We will definitely file a case for you when you die."

The two police officers obviously did not plan to stay longer. Before leaving, one of them reminded "being kindly", "By the way, if you have any problems here, you should see a psychologist. Maybe all the diseases will be cured after the treatment."

"I'm not sick, what a joke, I'm a good person, I know what I'm doing, how could I be mentally ill? I can't go to that place, nor can I go to it, and I'll kill..."

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"Doctor, this dream has really tortured me for a long time. Is there no way to completely cure it? If this continues, I will collapse..."

When facing the patients in front of you, the psychologist has sufficient professionalism, and such patients can easily solve the problem.

"Your problem is not very serious. It may be because of excessive pressure recently, or because of a chain reaction caused by something, which acts in the consciousness nerves and then comes back from the dream. Let's do this. I'll prescribe a few sedative medicines for you, and you can try the effect after you go back."

After Mo Kai came out of the clinic, he threw the medicine given to him by the doctor into the trash can.

This is his fourth clinic.

The first clinic was so outrageous that it actually prescribed sleeping pills for him. Under the effects of sleeping pills, the threat of death appeared much faster than usual, which made Mo Kai almost urge to rush to the clinic with a knife to fight with the doctor.

But he held back.

But if this continues, his spirit will definitely collapse, and he may do something that goes against common sense.

It is precisely because of this that Mo Kai has not gone to bed for three days and two nights. He wants to sleep when he wants to, but if he falls down, nightmares will follow one after another.

After returning to the apartment from the clinic, Mo Kai looked listless, but as he planned to go to his room on the fifth floor, he stopped on the fourth floor.

There is a noisy sound.

The number of people seems to be quite large.

Is something happening in the apartment?

Although Mo Kai doesn't like gossip, the matter happens downstairs, so he naturally wants to know the truth.

Besides, he has been in a bad mood recently, and he has difficulty falling asleep as noisy as downstairs.

"Is something happened?"

Mokai asked.

"Someone is dead."

"Who?"

"Miss Anne from Room 413."

"How did she die?"

"You'll know if you go in and take a look..."

"Also, look at it, don't have any disrespectful thoughts towards the deceased."

Mo Kai replied casually, "Oh."

There were not many people watching, all of whom were residents living in this apartment, with about five households, some running downstairs, and some running upstairs.

Mo Kai squeezed into the house, and the scene in front of him made his pupils suddenly shrink.

This is……

Mo Kai subconsciously took two steps forward.

"Hey... who are you? Don't get too close to you... Don't destroy the scene... When the detective comes, you won't be able to explain."

Under the scolding of the visitor, Mo Kai rushed to the bathroom door and stopped.

And in the bathroom.

A naked woman posed in the bathtub.

She looked like drowning, with her hair disheveled, and seemed to have struggled violently before her death, but to no avail.

The most thrilling thing... on her face, there was a thin wet wipe.

Mokai's breathing became a little rapid.

It’s not that he should have a normal reaction as a man. The so-called death is the greatest, and Mo Kai would not have such disrespectful thoughts.

The reason why he couldn't calm down was because of the woman's death and the scene in his dreams.

same.

"It's not that coincidental, right?"

"No, it's impossible that something like this happens..."

A fine silk of sweat appeared on Mo Kai's forehead, and he casually asked the people around him, "Do you know how she died? Did the murderer catch it?"

"It's really weird to say that this is a secret room. Before the room was opened, it was only when someone sent her a document at noon that she found out that she was dead and was still dead in her own home."

"Then do you think she committed suicide or killed him?"

"Ha, if you want to say she kills, this is a secret room, how can he kill? And there are surveillance monitors in the entire apartment corridor. If someone really comes into the room, the surveillance can definitely be investigated. However, for the past month, Miss Anne has been alone. Even if there are so few people coming in and out, these people have basically not appeared near the apartment five days before Miss Anne's accident, and there is sufficient absent-age proof..."

"But if this is not his killing... how could there be such a strange way to die?"

"This is simply terrible. No one knows what happened before Miss Anne's death..."

"And there is the most important point that proves that she did not commit suicide."

Mo Kai said curiously, "Which point."

"Miss Anne made an appointment for a piano concert at around 8 o'clock in the evening. How could a person who was planning to go to the concert choose to commit suicide before she went? Besides, the ticket price for that concert is not low. It is said that the ticket alone costs 300 Taylor."

"There is really no possibility of suicide."
To be continued...