Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven Lost Dreamland

Because the temperature inside the cave was much higher than outside, and the island had temporarily lost contact with the outside world, Xue Xiaohua's body had to find a way to deal with it.Luo Fei went to the scene and inspected it carefully again. After making sure that no clues were missed, he asked Jin Zhenyu to notify Monk Deping to collect the body. About an hour later, Deping brought his apprentice Hui Tong to the cave.Seeing the tragic state of the deceased, Deping showed a look of compassion, then closed his eyes and read a scripture for salvation to the corpse. "Monk Deping." When everyone was cleaning up the corpses, Zang Junyong said suddenly, "I heard that you just bought a new coffin, which is just in use now. Don't you think someone will die when you arrive on the island, hehe, if that's the case , I really admire you."

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention.Luo Fei and Jin Zhenyu raised their heads to look at Monk Deping at the same time.Deping's face was like still water, and he replied calmly: "Whether the life span is over or the death is untimely, it's all a matter of fate. How can I have the ability to budget?" Seeing his demeanor, Luo Fei couldn't help but look sideways to himself: This monk Deping doesn't seem to be an ordinary person, and he probably has a better understanding of the city than Jin Zhenyu. After some tossing, it was almost sunset time.Luo Fei went to Zhou Yonggui's store again, but the owner of the store was still missing.Luo Fei felt strange, and even had some bad premonitions.But there is no good way to deal with it at present.In addition, he hadn't eaten for a day, and his stomach was growling with hunger, so he had no choice but to go back first.

When Luo Fei returned to his residence, it was already dark.At this time, Sun Fachao had already prepared dinner and was sitting at the table with Meng Shaohui, just beginning to enjoy it.Seeing Luo Fei came back, the enthusiastic host hurriedly set out a new set of bowls and chopsticks, and greeted him, "I thought you weren't coming back to eat. Sit down quickly, the food is still hot." Luo Fei was also polite, picked up a steamed sweet potato, and started to chew it.Meng Shaohui on the side obviously didn't have such a good appetite as he, and stared straight at him, full of questions.

Even Sun Fachao didn't care about eating, and asked curiously: "Officer Luo, it is said that Xue Xiaohua's death may have something to do with Xiao Meng's previous experience?" Luo Fei struggled to swallow the food in his throat, thought for a while, and then said, "His surname is not Meng, but Wang. His father's name was Wang Chenglin when he was on the island, do you know that?" " "Wang Chenglin?" Sun Fachao shook his head, "I still don't quite remember." "It's normal if you don't remember. As far as I know, they lived on the west side of the island, and they just had a closer relationship with Doctor Xue on the east side of the island." Luo Fei licked his lips and asked again, "The people on the 'Ghost Watching Slope' back then That black shadow is said to be a woman holding a baby, why didn't you tell me before?"

"Someone said that, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Village Chief Jin didn't let us mention this to outsiders. He said it was too evil. Not only would it not attract tourists, but it would also scare people away. Who did you hear that about?" Woolen cloth?" "Your Village Chief Jin told me." Seeing Sun Fachao's puzzled expression, Luo Fei added, "Zhou Yonggui said that he saw Xue Xiaohua leaving with a woman carrying a baby last night, so he mentioned it .” "Oh." Sun Fachao nodded, but then he muttered in confusion, "A woman holding a baby? In the past year, no family on the island has ever heard of a baby?"

Meng Shaohui suddenly seemed to be frozen, his eyes looked straight at Luo Fei, the muscles on his face twitched uncontrollably, as if he saw something extremely strange. "What's the matter?" Luo Fei looked into the other person's eyes, his eyes seemed to have a strange power, temporarily relieving Meng Shaohui's nervousness.Then the young man shook his head and said to himself: "Impossible. How could it be? This is so strange!" "What's so strange?" Luo Fei asked immediately. Meng Shaohui's throat moved, but he didn't make a sound. It seemed that there was something in his heart that he didn't want to say easily.However, under Luo Fei's sharp gaze, he finally compromised, and said in a trembling voice: "Do you still remember that painting? It recorded the scene that appeared in my dream. In the dream, that woman...she was pregnant Here is holding a baby!"

"That woman? Your mother? You mean, in the dream, your mother held a baby in her arms?" "Yes, it is." "But why didn't you draw him?" This time Meng Shaohui was silent for a long time, and then he said in a hoarse voice: "Because I don't want to see him... I hate him, I hate him!" His words are full of hatred and fear, which makes people shudder . "Meng Shaohui!" Luo Fei said the name very solemnly, then looked at the other party and said seriously, "It seems that you still have a lot of things that you haven't told me. Maybe you think this is your privacy, and you have reservations." Power. But now there are fires and murders on this island one after another, and some elements in the case are showing some connection with the secret behind you. You must tell me everything you know-we need to have a good talk Already!"

Meng Shaohui bit his lips tightly, his thoughts fluctuating.Sun Fachao was at a loss, but the expressions of the two guests made him dare not ask any more questions, so he could only suppress his doubts. After eating, Luo Fei came to Meng Shaohui's room, he closed the door, and sat opposite Meng Shaohui.After the emotions brewed for a while, he spoke first: "Okay, let's start now. Tell me your story, everything about you. From the moment you have memories. Your father, your life, your dreams, Don’t leave out anything valuable and meaningful—you have to understand that this is also helping yourself. Because the answers you are looking for are already closely related to the detection of the case.”

Meng Shaohui was obviously touched by Luo Fei's last words, he looked up at the other party, after a moment of silence, finally began to speak eloquently. "I've said it before. My early childhood is a blank space in my memory. I don't remember where I was born or raised or what happened. My whole life seems to end at seven years old. With practical significance, all my memories also start from there. I have always lived with my father.He is a refined, magnanimous, and knowledgeable person. At the same time, he also gave me a lot of love and care for me.But he never mentioned my mother in front of me, not a single word, as if such an important person had never existed in either of our lives.

We live in Qingdao, and we don't have any relatives or old friends who know everything about us.In this regard, my father explained that our family suffered severe persecution during the Cultural Revolution, and all relatives died. Only the two of us escaped, came to a completely strange city, and settled down ever since. I haven't talked much since I was a child, and I'm not good at dealing with people.But I have a natural interest in drawing.My father paid great attention to cultivating my talent. When I was a teenager, I had already made a name for myself in the local painting circle.

If life goes on like this, it won't be a problem for me.But as I got older, something that was hidden inside of me—memories I thought I had lost—began to sprout.Of course, these things are very non-specific and unclear.They are usually a small fragment or picture that appears in my dreams.Such dreams made me feel both confused and novel. I tried to feel them, capture some of them, and even had a feeling of anticipation.Until one day, the appearance of that dream changed everything. Yes, I'm talking about the scene in that painting.I don't know exactly what it means, but whenever I see this scene in my dreams, I feel some kind of unexplainable, intense fear.I drew that scene again and again, trying to figure out something, but with little success.As you guessed, the woman in the dream should be my mother, holding a baby in her arms, who is he?Is it my brother?Or is it my sister?For some reason, I hate him very much, I don't want to see him, so he never appears in my paintings. This dream began to appear frequently later.It bothered me, so I tried to find answers from my father.I clearly remember the first time I showed my drawn dream to my father.My father told me that the dream was meaningless, that it was just a dream. He said it lightly, trying to hide his feelings, but there was still a deep shock on his face.I knew he must be hiding something from me. That night, I was surprised to find that my father was actually writing a letter.Do you think this is nothing strange?You don't know, growing up, I never saw my father write a letter or make a long-distance call. It seems that no one in this world has any contact with us except the people around us.But that night he was writing a letter, and he deliberately avoided me, so that I neither knew the content of the letter nor where it was sent to. Since then, my father has cared more about me.Not only in life, but also in the spiritual level.He took me to participate in various beneficial activities and cultivated my hobbies extensively.Later, he also asked me to take some medicine, which he said was vitamin tablets.After taking these medications, my sleep has become more solid and my dreams are less frequent.I gradually understood that my father wanted to help me shield something deep in my heart. But the scene in the dream has been deeply seared in my mind, it will appear in the dead of night or when I am alone, tormenting me again and again, making me miserable.In order not to worry my father, I concealed all these situations, pretended to be nonchalant on the surface, and never brought up this topic again, and my father gradually became more relieved.Later I met my girlfriend—Ye Zifei.We were very much in love, and my father was very fond of her.Our life seems to be impeccable, but I have never been free from the entanglement of demons. Last month, my father was unexpectedly involved in a car accident and passed away unfortunately.While sorting through his belongings, I found that letter.What did you guess?Yes, in terms of time, the sending time of this letter is exactly ten days different from the night my father wrote the letter.Combined with the content of the letter, this is obviously a reply letter from the other party to my father.Behind this letter naturally hides the answer I am looking for. You also know what happened afterwards.Although my girlfriend strongly opposed it, I still found Huangping County according to the postmark on the envelope, and then followed you to the island.I love my girlfriend very much, and I usually obey her. This time, I would rather be separated from her for a short time, and I must come here, because that dream has tortured me for too long. Maybe only by completely unraveling it can I let her go I am free from that fear. " At the end, Meng Shaohui wrung his hands, looking very painful.The pain included both the thought of his girlfriend and the effects of that terrible dream.He was in a mixed mood of contradictions. Luo Fei listened quietly, and then first raised the question that he was most concerned about and was also the most puzzled: "Fear, you have been emphasizing the fear that the dream brought to you, but what kind of fear is this? Or, what are you afraid of?" Meng Shaohui's eyes drifted away, and there was a trace of blank sadness in his eyes, like the feeling of a homeless person standing in the endless night. "Afraid of what?" he murmured, "I don't know...I don't know..." "No, you know, you can describe it, don't be afraid, tell me, what kind of feeling is that?" Luo Fei guided with a tone as gentle as possible, but what happened next was a bit out of the ordinary. than he expected. "I don't know! I don't know!" Meng Shaohui stood up suddenly, waving his arms and shouted excitedly, then he sat down again, covered his cheeks with his hands, and begged almost whimpering, "Please don't make me..." Luo Fei noticed that tears were oozing from the young man's fingers, and in this situation, the conversation obviously couldn't continue.Luo Fei didn't say anything anymore, just put his hands on Meng Shaohui's shoulders lightly, this action gave him a lot of comfort, and his mood gradually settled down.