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Not two days after returning to school, I received a call from Captain Liu.

It turned out that the translucent object found in the interrogation room was definitely human skin. It had to be at least a hundred years old, and after special means, it was well-preserved.

But they couldn't figure out what it was for a long time, so they asked if they could help me with it.

Previously, Wu Ji seemed to know something about that semi-transparent human skin. He warned me repeatedly that it would be best if I didn't get involved with this matter anymore, and that it would be very dangerous.

But I can't say that my cousin wouldn't let me see it because it's too dangerous, so don't look for me.

"Alright, then Uncle Liu will send the photo to you to play on your phone. I'll take a look first." I finally agreed.

Firstly, I was too embarrassed to refuse, and secondly, I seemed to be curious as to what was on the translucent human skin.

"Em, Xiao Sheng is like this, because this is evidence and before you are not sure what is on it, it is not allowed to leak out, so I can only trouble you to personally come to the police station." Captain Liu said apologetically.

"That's fine. I'll be there at nine o'clock on Saturday morning."

After hanging up, Ding Li who was by the side asked: "It's that Captain Liu again? Or was it because of that? "

"Hmm, they said that the pattern engraved on the surface of the object has been copied. Let me see if I know what it is." I have nothing to hide from Ding Li.

This time Ding Li did not show any excitement on his gossipy face. Instead, he said worriedly, "I think you shouldn't get involved in this, if you go and ask directly, you won't know if there's anything wrong with it. I keep feeling that this is too dangerous, you did see the incident with the Officer Huang last time, and did not even care about the suspect who died previously."

"Don't worry, I understand." I smiled and patted Ding Li's shoulder to stop him from worrying too much.

I sent this matter to Wu Ji with a text message. Although I didn't know when he would see it, I still felt that it was better for him to know about it.

"Then say it, don't wade in muddy water again! Just leave the investigation to the police, you're just an ordinary high school student! "

Ding Li was still worried about Luo Li, so he repeatedly warned me.

I nodded repeatedly.

However, the thoughts in his heart and the words in his mouth were completely different.

Ding Li thought that I had really agreed to it and sighed a breath of relief.

"Hey Qing Er, let me ask you something." Ding Li moved closer to me and even lowered his voice.

"Say it." I flipped through the book in my hand.

"Do you think this dead person really only has dreams?" Ding Li suddenly asked without thinking.

"Dreaming? Of course, but why did you suddenly ask about this? "

When I was ten years old, my first time staying at the Eldest Aunt's House at night. At night, I dreamt of the Third Grandma Hu, which was my deepest impression, and could also be considered one of the dreams.

It happened later.

In those years, every three days before the fifteenth of July, I dreamed of my grandmother.

My grandmother wasn't close to our family. She was a typical rural feudal woman who valued her sons and daughters. When my mother gave birth to me that year, my grandmother went to the hospital and, once she heard that she was a daughter, she turned around and left without even looking at me. I've grown up so old that she can count the number of ice cream she bought me with one hand.

I'm not blaming her for her age, I'm just saying that I've never been close to her, but I always dreamed about her after she died, around the fifteenth of the seventh month, and I can't remember exactly what I dreamed about her, but I remember her very well, for three years in a row.

At first, I didn't pay much attention to it, but after three years, I realized that something was wrong, so I told my aunt, who didn't say anything. She just asked my father to burn some paper for my grandmother and talk about her for a while, and after that I never dreamed about her again around the fifteenth day of the seventh month or so.

But there was one time I dreamed — when I came home and found my mother gone, I asked my father if he'd heard that my grandmother was sick and asked my mother to serve her.

I didn't know what was going on in my dream, so I immediately went to find my mother. At that time, there wasn't a single person in that dilapidated tile house, so I stood in the open ground and called out to my mother. Finally, I called my mother out, and I saw my grandmother standing at the side.

I took my mother's hand and said I was going home without a word, and then I woke up.

When I told my aunt about this, she shook her head and said that if I hadn't called my mother out at the time, it might have been dangerous for my mother, because it was the old lady who was arresting people.

After that time, I didn't know what my aunt had done, but later on she told me that she wouldn't have to worry about my grandmother coming looking for me anymore. Indeed, ever since she said that, I didn't dream of her.

But speaking of dreams, there was one other thing that happened to me.

That year, I was still young, so I don't know why I was so afraid of the dark. At night, I always turned on the light and didn't dare to sleep until dawn, otherwise, when I turned off the light, I would feel that there was something in the room. But the truth is, I wasn't afraid of the dark.

What happened next, I learned from my father.

When my father came to turn off the light in my room that night and found me staring at the ceiling, he asked me why I hadn't slept yet.

Back then, I said I had no money, and my father burned some for me, and his tone of voice sounded exactly like my grandfather's!

After experiencing this kind of thing so many times, my father wasn't very afraid. He only promised to burn paper money for my grandfather, so he had to leave as soon as possible. After saying that, I closed my eyes.

I heard it later when my father and aunt were talking about it, and if he hadn't, I wouldn't have remembered it at all.

After the first aunt heard it, she went to give Old Half-immortal some incense and nagged at him for a while. Then she came back to tell my father that it was indeed my grandfather who had possessed me and asked my father for money.

My grandfather died in the War of Resistance Against the United States, and before I was born he was gone. Because there were too many people who died in the war, the corpses after death were all buried in our unmarked cemetery. There were no graves at all, not even a memorial grave.

My father strangely said that they always send money to my grandfather on festivals, how can they not have money?

My aunt said that because my grandfather was buried in the unmarked cemetery and was surrounded by gunmen, all the money was taken away, so he didn't have a good time down there.

After that, it was my father who burned a lot of money for my grandfather.

So when it comes to dreams, I'm pretty sure.

Ding Li looked left and right, seeing that no one else was paying attention to us, he said softly: "My mom hasn't been well recently, it's no use even if I went to the hospital. She even said he's dreaming."

"What happened to your mother? Is it serious? " Ding Li's mother is called Lin Yufen, and is also my godmother.

"There's nothing wrong with my body. It's just that some neurasthenia always gives me a headache. The key thing is, she said that she always had that dream, and it made me feel that something was wrong. I wanted to ask you." Ding Li had a rare look of worry on his face.

Different from the Auntie Sun family, Ding Li's parents are firm atheists. Although they never refute our family's matters, they also never participate in things like this.

"What dream did the godmother have?" I asked seriously.

"I'm not too sure about the specifics, but I heard that she always dreamed of a good friend who passed away, and that that friend lived a miserable life. has been dreaming of that friend almost every night for days on end. " Ding Li looked at me and said.

"Why don't you find out what your godmother was dreaming of first? We'll talk about other things later."

"Alright, just wait for me to ask." After Ding Li finished speaking, he took the phone and walked out of the classroom like a gust of wind.

After a while he came back and told her about his mother's dream.

It turned out that a little over a week ago, my godmother suddenly dreamed of a friend who had been dead for several years. That friend of hers was a very, very good friend of hers when she was alive, and the two of them were even closer than sisters.

However, there was a time when her best friend went shopping with her godmother. The godmother had other matters to attend to that day, so she refused. That night, when she found out that her best friend was shopping by herself, she died in a car accident on the spot!

This was a huge blow to his godmother, but no matter how sad it was, several years had passed. Her godmother was gradually coming out from the pain of this incident, but she didn't expect to suddenly dream of that good friend of hers …