Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 210 The Flashback Dream
Half a month later, Tan Jia's condition has improved considerably.

She stopped worrying about whether someone was good or bad, and lived a leisurely and carefree life. One day, while brushing her teeth in front of the mirror, she suddenly realized that her hair had grown long enough to hang down to her chest.

The green wolf tail was no longer very noticeable, and had become uneven, flowing hair.

Suddenly noticing this change, she stared at herself in the mirror for a while, feeling somewhat puzzled.

She wiped the mirror with her wet hands and took a proper look at herself.

The last time she looked at herself so intently was when she was abroad, in the early morning of an autumn day, as the light on the horizon seemed to be about to break. She was driving at breakneck speed on an interstate highway, just to catch a glimpse of the best sunrise viewing spot recommended by a friend.

It was morning, the start of a day. The vibrant life force of the rising sun was like that of adolescence. In the distance, three boys and girls stood in a convertible, shouting loudly towards the distant horizon. Their clear laughter carried far.

Her car also had an open roof, but she showed none of their joy or excitement. She got out of the car, leaned against the door, lit a cigarette, and looked up at the horizon. Wisps of smoke were blown away by the wind on the plain, and even her hair was whipped and tossed about.

In the approaching dawn, a touch of scarlet at the corner of her mouth resembled the aiming point of a sniper rifle. The people in the car ahead saw it and turned around to discuss her.

She was not in much interest. The wind was a bit strong, so she put out her cigarette early. She tucked her messy hair behind her ear, bent down to open the car's built-in vanity mirror, and used the dim light to see how messy her hair was. Then she stared at herself absentmindedly for a long time.

She felt she could become a wolf tail.

And I've kept this hairstyle ever since.

Tan Jia thought for a moment in front of the mirror, then went back to the same barbershop as before, still requesting a wolf tail haircut with green ends.

After getting her hair done and returning home, Lin Zhiyue, who had been drawing by the window, kept staring at her, his gaze following her wherever she went.

Tan Jia had gotten used to being watched like this, oblivious to everyone else. She went about her business, getting water to drink, kneading dough, making a video call with her parents who were far away at sea, and then going to the kitchen to find something to eat.

That evening, she finally asked, "What are you staring at? Did you mess up your hairstyle this time?"

Her hands were resting on Lin Zhiyue's shoulders, rising and falling with each movement. Occasionally, when she was lifted too high, she could even hold his ears and grab his hair.

"Like the first time I met you." Lin Zhiyue was still staring at him, but his movements didn't stop, and the little bit of his waist and abdomen that was exposed under his pajamas tightened.

Tan Jia laughed, her laughter at this moment was lazy and charming, and when she raised her eyebrows and spoke, her voice seemed to have a hook.

"The way you looked at me then was clearly the way you were observing a stranger trying to enter your territory."

"You have two police officers with you."

"So you think my identity is strange? Many people think that when they first see me. How come someone who doesn't look like a good student is standing with the police? Once, during a visit, an auntie who was being questioned even asked Zheng suspiciously if he was pretending to be a policeman to deceive them."

He laughed again as he spoke, but the laughter turned into a sigh that made people blush.

Lin Zhiyue's heart was pounding. He stared intently at the person on top of him, observing her panting with her head tilted back, her slightly parted lips, her half-closed eyes, and the green hair at the end of her hair.

"I want to know what 'divine intervention' means," he said, his words seemingly disjointed.

Tan Jia chuckled: "Now you know? It was just a chance given to you by Meng."

“No,” he said seriously, “you drove your car into the plantation. Even if someone had dreamed, if you had been a step slower, that child still wouldn’t have survived.”

She paused, then tugged at his ear: "Is the key point of 'divine intervention' the speed of its 'descent'?"

Lin Zhiyue was a little confused. He pursed his lips and tried to organize his thoughts: "It's about perspective. Back then, I also hoped that when I crawled out of the ground, I could look up and see divine soldiers descending from the sky."

"It's best not to. The person who appears in front of you at that time is most likely the murderer returning to the crime scene. Besides, self-rescue is the safest option. How can you know that the person who extends a helping hand to you is not the next murderer?"

“Bian Qingyu and the others also hope so.” Tan Jia was stunned.

Lin Zhiyue added, "Zou Yuxuan also hopes so. Mi Junfang also hopes so. Wu Yang's grandmother also hoped so back then. Wenwu also hopes so."

When people are suffering and in pain, they always hope that someone will suddenly appear in front of them, say, "Don't worry, I'm here to help you," and then reach out to pull them up and lead them from the dark corner to the light.

Even if one has the ability to save oneself, one knows that only by saving oneself can one truly be saved.

But even those who work hard to make money sometimes hope for a windfall.

Tan Jia touched his ear and said casually, "My brother, your mother, and your sister all say you're like a cold, wooden block. But I think this block of wood of yours is quite good at talking."

He's also very sensitive to people's emotions. He just doesn't want to express them.

Lin Zhiyue kissed her collarbone, his eyes glazed and filled with torment. In the end, he held her tightly, the two of them like a perfectly fitted mortise and tenon joint.

After playing all that fun, Tan Jia slept very well that night.

She has recently gotten used to falling asleep peacefully and waking up to find it's already dawn, so she sleeps without any burden.

Unexpectedly, that night, she opened her eyes as if sensing something, only to see a blurry human face in the darkness.

She was a disheveled woman, her face smeared with blood and streaks of hair, her eyes wide open, making low muffled noises.

"Her" hand tightly covered the woman's mouth, pressing down hard. The woman under her palm kicked and scratched wildly, struggling desperately.

But the scene seemed to freeze; the image flickered a few times, and then everything returned to calm.

Tan Jia's breathing returned to normal, but he did not wake up.

After an unknown amount of time, a blurry shadow, different from the pitch black, seemed to flash through my mind again.

When "she" opened her eyes again, she saw that her hand was still tightly covering the woman's mouth, but the woman under her palm was almost motionless, only twitching slightly, her face covered with cold tears that slid to the edge of "her" palm.

Her wide-eyed expression looked terrifying, but inside "her" she felt only a sense of satisfaction and even a hint of mockery.

Seeing that a living person had become a motionless corpse, "she" finally let go.

Just as you're about to see the full face of the deceased, the image flashes and then returns to darkness.

...

Tan Jia suddenly opened his eyes, his breathing somewhat rapid.

The air conditioner was still running at a low frequency, and the room was cool, but when she touched the back of her neck, she felt that she was sweating a little.

What does this dream mean?

She sat up and rested for a while, then used one hand to support her forehead and the other to reach for her phone on the bedside table, and dialed Zheng Yan's number.

It had been a long time since Zheng Yan had been woken up in the middle of the night. When he answered the phone, his first words were still half asleep: "Who is it?"

"I am Tan Jia. I feel like I'm dreaming again."

A few seconds later, there was a tumble on the other end of the phone, as if something had been knocked over, followed by muffled cursing. Then Zheng Yan seemed to get up and move to a different spot, asking in a low voice, "Another dream???"

(End of this chapter)