I felt a little confused again, so I stuffed the remaining half of the fried dough stick into my mouth, and waved my hand at Gu Haitao while chewing.

I think the first thing to do is to clarify some things.

I swallowed the fried dough sticks and asked, "The table with the tilted table is still there?"

Gu Haitao said: "I've been there all the time, and I didn't slant at first. Every time I get drunk, I'll fall asleep on the table. Slowly, it's crushed. The tabletop is made of particleboard. If I repair it more often, I won't eat nails. I can't repair it."

I nodded, "So, what I first dreamed of was the situation when you got drunk alone."

Before he could speak, I said a few more points, what I remembered, the appearance characteristics of the other three people in the dream.

"Have you really met my parents-in-law? Have you ever met Qiaomei?!"

Gu Haitao was very excited and puzzled, "How is that possible? Your age... are you really the 'prophet' from twenty-one years ago? You can't be. My parents-in-law passed away in their hometown. Shouldn't you ever seen them?"

As I gradually straightened my thoughts, I already understood that last night's dream was caused by my personal emotions, but it was mainly due to each other's words.

I believe that what I saw in my dreams is all Luo Yinsheng’s past experiences.

In this way, the last cigarette butt appeared...

I took out the pack of cigarettes I gave me last time the cigarette butt was given to me.

The seal has been removed and one is missing, only nineteen are left.

Gu Haitao was obviously restraining his emotions and took a look, "Wow, Pegasus. When I was not there before, I smoked this one. It was originally a box of 71. Now there is this cigarette? Where did you buy it?"

"Tell me first, when is Ji Qiaomei's specific death time?" I asked.

Gu Haitao said without hesitation: "At the night of April 8, 12:40. At that time, I felt that Qiaomei was a rebirth. I kept thinking that as long as I was over the fifth update of the rooster crowing, the ghost messenger would not come to get people again! So I was secretly watching the time!"

"That's the early morning of the 9th month of the April lunar calendar."

Gu Haitao nodded, "I just passed my birthday."

In his consciousness, Lu Xin suddenly said: "His birthday and Ji Qiaomei's death taboo cannot be considered the same day! How do I remember that this fate of "life and death connection" is just a saying? What is it..."

"The heart letter exchanges life!"

I suddenly got up.

Erpang was startled and stood up, "What's the matter?"

I stared at Gu Haitao who was also standing up for a while, nodded slowly and said:

"Maybe Ji Qiaomei and you are really in trouble."

In his consciousness, Lu Xin felt very confused: "The heart letter exchanges life? What is that?"

"Come with me!"

I turned around and walked out, and at the same time I asked Lu Xin secretly: "Do you remember the murals we saw in the city gate building when Jiang Baohan was buried?"

"Didn't you want to say again that I was a miserable woman in the first nine lives, right?" Lu Xin was a little disgusted.

"I'm talking about the first floor and the second group of murals!"

Liang Kaiyuan interrupted and said, "I remember that the group of paintings was very messy. The first one was a city. At that time, I thought that the map of the Qingming River that I had seen before was fake. But if you look closely, although the city in the painting was a city, the people in the painting didn't look like living people. Looking back later, I felt that it was not an ordinary market in the living, but... like a ghost market in the underworld!"

At that time, the murals I saw flashed quickly and clearly in my mind at this moment.

Lu Xin and Liang Kaiyuan should have shared this 'visual wonder'.

Soon, the three of them froze on a part of the mural...

No, to be precise, it seems that the three of us entered the mural at the same time.

The originally static murals have become three-dimensional, and the people in the paintings are like they are alive, making various actions by our side.

The three of them stood side by side in front of an ancient pavilion. Because of their concentration, all the rest of the people around them were ignored.

In the pavilion, a man was open and his arms were exposed, holding something in his forehand, and lying on the stone table and writing quickly.

This is indeed exactly the same as in the second group of murals and the first murals in that strange city gate building.

But now I see it more clearly.

The man's open heart was cut open, and what he was holding was not a pen, but a heart!

A heart that has just been cut out!

"What are he...writing?" Lu Xin was obviously shocked by this intuitive picture and stuttered a little.

I raised my hand and pointed at the man who looked like ancient and non-ancient, with a expressionless front and written with his heart. "Just look at his expression, who do you think he looks like?"

“Like…”

Lu Xin and Liang Kaiyuan were both full of doubts and did not continue to talk about it...or they could not see who this person looked like.

At this moment, Liang Yuan suddenly appeared and pointed at the man and said:

"Looking at his expression, is it exactly the same as Luo Yinsheng last night?"

"Chena!"

"It's true!"

Lu Xin and Liang Kaiyuan were pumping in the air at the same time.

Seeing Liang Yuan appear, I couldn't help but wonder, "You guys also dreamed last night?"

Lu Xin turned his face aside.

Liang Kaiyuan sighed: "Everyone is here, but the kind of person who goes from having fun in a family to being drunk alone... the span is too fast. Who can withstand such a blow?"

"So they all hid aside and went to play poker," Liang Yuan said.

It took me a while to react, "I feel uncomfortable watching life and death, so I hide and play cards? I am the only one, and I'm there to hold on?"

Liang Kaiyuan and Lu Xin turned their faces to both sides at the same time.

Liang Yuan nodded at me, "I didn't play, I can't play cards. I just looked at those people and observed their expressions. I wanted to draw them down."

"Draw it?"

Liang Kaiyuan and Lu Xin, and I looked at him in confusion.

Liang Yuan waved his hands and said, "I can't explain clearly. I usually drive online car-hailing, so I like to observe the passengers' appearance and imagine their lives. I... I used to study art. Later, painters were rampant, so I couldn't make it out, so I went to drive..."

"I still didn't understand what you meant?" Liang Kaiyuan asked.

Lu Xin's eyes rolled, "So this kid is a painter."

Before I could react, he slapped my arm, "That day, we were in the city gate building, and we just hurriedly looked at the murals. Do you think he could see more clearly from a professional perspective?"

"Hey!" As a feminine voice sounded, Eunuch Sun actually appeared in this 'special world'.

He first glanced at the man in the pavilion who was still writing hard for a while, then turned to me and said:

"Our family is a slave, not as smart as you. But why do we think that solving the things in front of us is the most important thing?"

"You said, how to solve it?"

Lu Xin and Liang Kaiyuan asked at the same time.

Eunuch Sun put his new leather jacket together and spread his hands and said:

"Actually, we all thought about it. But they have different ideas and can't go together. The boss just said, 'The heart exchanges life'. Now you look at the stupid man in this pavilion. Does he look like those officials writing memorials to the emperor? We think that he is writing a petition with his heart as his pen!"
Chapter completed!