The strongest dream therapist

Chapter 16 The Dead on the Beach (2)

How did he commit suicide?
Yes, Fu Yuan has ruled out the possibility of homicide.

Two well-done steaks were served. She pressed her knife on them, and the cut was clean and crisp, with no trace of blood inside.

The quality of the steak and the chef were both very high. The meat was not as tender as when cooked medium rare, but it had a more flavorful herbal aroma.

She seemed to see the cattle strolling on the grassland, walking to the water, lowering their heads to drink water, and then making a "moo--" sound.

"Woo-"

In the distance, the cruise ship on the sea was whimpering softly, and the heavy sound came into her ears intermittently along with the waves of the sea.

At this moment, Fu Yuan suddenly understood the entire process of the formation of the corpse.

But she still didn't quite understand, because she didn't see any traces of rope on the body of the deceased.

Whether it was the arm, the neck, or the torso, they were all clean, without any trace of fighting, as if the deceased had given up all resistance and allowed himself to be manipulated.

This is the weirdest part.

Her gaze fell on the distance again. The body on the beach had been covered with a white cloth, and there was no white line outline on the ground like on TV.

A woman who looked like a relative of the deceased, holding her child, questioned the police. Through the sea breeze, she vaguely heard the police say, "The medical examiner's examination confirmed that the body died of drowning. We also checked the surveillance footage. He walked alone into the sea, and he chose a deserted place to go."

But the woman said: "Impossible, he just told me this this morning..."

The policeman took the notebook, tapped it with his pen, and looked into the woman's eyes: "Then do you know what he came out for? And why did you come out so late?"

The woman looked away, her face a little awkward. She said nothing more, insisting, "He couldn't have committed suicide. He can swim, and there weren't any big waves. Besides, we just got married the day before yesterday and are still on our honeymoon. We're going abroad in a few days..."

Just got married?
Fu Yuan looked at the child beside her. It was a three or four-year-old girl, whose features and eyebrows did not resemble those of a woman. She was looking at the white cloth with curiosity, her eyes clear.

The girl was young and didn't know that the person underneath was her father.

Fu Yuan suddenly felt a little tired.

She closed her eyes, pulled up her collar, and didn't want to pay attention to these things anymore.

When I walked out of the restaurant, I scanned the electronic bill and found that the meal cost more than 600 yuan.

I didn't pay attention to the price when I ordered, and only realized how expensive it was after I finished eating and paid the bill.

Fu Yuan's mood became more complicated, and he turned to look at the restaurant behind him.

The restaurant's entrance is composed of two large glass doors with golden door handles. Above, a large blue sign reads "Enjoy the Sea Restaurant," and below, "We sincerely welcome you," along with images of shells and crabs.

She felt that those words, on the left, were "restaurant assassin" and on the right, "come here, the enemy."

She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she vaguely saw her grandmother's wrinkled face flash in front of her, and then a rough hand holding a rag pressed towards her.

She was startled and took a step back. Before Fu Yuan could take a closer look, the scene dissipated like bubbles and returned to the restaurant in front of him.

She recalled the scene just now. At the very beginning, the background was white tiles, and the back was blocked, so she couldn't tell where it was.

My roommate’s “Worry-Free” series hasn’t opened here yet, but it seems that he has communicated with the merchants here in advance. The restaurant on the sea is at your own expense, but the hotel on the sea provides free accommodation during the lunch period.

6th floor.

Fu Yuan still lives in a single room.

She lay in bed, gazing at the deep blue sea stretching as far as the eye could see. A few small boats glided across the water, and the occasional seagull landed on the deck, to which someone tore up pieces of bread and threw them. She hadn't known when, but she'd fantasized about owning a river view room like this one. She felt that gazing at the blue ocean always soothed her.

She opened the bank app on her phone, checked the balance, and was silent.

Fu Yuan was lying on the bed in a "spread" position, her coat wrinkled and a little uncomfortable. She took off her coat and threw it on the light blue plaid sofa not far away. She stretched out her arms and leaned back, collapsing heavily on the bed.

After thinking for a while, she turned herself over, took a deep breath, and buried her face in the pillow.

One minute and twenty seconds later.

She couldn't help but look up and prop up her upper body. Her face flushed red and her body instinctively made her take deep breaths.

Due to lack of oxygen, her lips were slightly purple. Besides the "thumping" sound of her heartbeat, there was tinnitus from the twinkling stars in her ears, and her vision was also a little black.

She sat on the bed, looking down at the sea restaurant in the distance with calm eyes.

Maybe they are afraid of someone causing trouble, or maybe they have too much money and have no place to burn it, so the last thing they lack is surveillance. In addition to the toilet in the store, two infrared surveillance cameras are installed at the entrance of the store.

She couldn't understand,
How can a normal person suppress the desire to survive?
Fu Yuan suddenly remembered that someone on the Internet said that hotels would install pinhole cameras in the rooms to secretly film and see if anyone was doing anything illegal.

Although she was just taking a quick rest here, she was a little scared and couldn't fall asleep, so she found the "sleep mode" switch at the head of the bed.

All the lights in the room were turned off and the curtains were drawn tightly on both the inside and outside.

Online bloggers said that the lenses of pinhole cameras are mostly made of glass and will reflect light when encountering strong light.

Fu Yuan took out his cell phone, turned on the flashlight, and began to search the wall inch by inch, mainly to see if there were any unusual reflective spots.

Until I found the bathroom, I didn't see anything that looked like a camera.

When I returned to bed, I saw an unusual red light at the ceiling of the room, flashing every 10 seconds or so.

Fu Yuan:?
She placed her hand on the landline, hesitated for a moment, and then moved it from the landline to the mobile phone next to her.

With a swipe of my thumb, an orange-yellow app popped out from the corner of the page. When I clicked on it, I saw pictures of a series of spiritual books with prices below.

She clicked on the camera on the homepage, turned on the "bright mode" of the room, pressed the shooting button at the white light that occasionally emitted red light, and the page jumped to similar products.

They are basically the same pictures, but the prices vary, ranging from 97 yuan to 12.8 yuan.

Name: Smoke alarm.

Fu Yuan:?
She randomly picked one and opened the comments section, which were mostly filled with comments like "The product is easy to use, looks good, I will repurchase it."

She clicked on customer service.

Fu Yuan: "Hello, excuse me, does your smoke alarm light up red?"

Customer Service: "Dear, under normal circumstances, the smoke alarm will flash red when it is working. This is to remind you that the device is operating normally."

Fu Yuan: "...Okay, thank you."

　Randomly dropping small chapters, which can be regarded as Easter egg chapters where the treasures guessed the plot in advance~

　　I wouldn't say it, I feel like this chapter is too watery, with not much content, so I just posted it today. (Actually there is foreshadowing, but it's not obvious, puppy crying.jpg)

　　
　
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