Eyes that are the same as those of evil

Chapter 246 Car accident
As August arrives, the high temperatures return, and even the cicadas chirping on the roadside trees sound listless.

Tan Jia changed her schedule, avoiding the peak hours of the day, and spent her days at home sleeping and making dough figurines on days without cases. Her psychologist said this was also part of her treatment.

She slept for half a month straight without having a single nightmare, and felt that she was almost fully recovered. When she called her parents, she said without batting an eye that she was perfectly mentally healthy now, and that her boyfriend was still alive after two months of dating, which she could prove.

Lin Zhiyue didn't care about these nonsense. He was a supporter of sleep therapy and now he could spend more than ten hours a day with Tan Jia. The time spent kissing and hugging had greatly increased, which made him feel more at peace and as if he had escaped the category of autism. His parents, cousins ​​and other relatives exclaimed that it was a medical miracle.

Tan Ming also thought it was quite a medical miracle. Lin Zhiyue could now call him "brother" with a normal expression. When he came to visit and heard this "brother," his hand holding the water glass trembled violently, and half a glass of water was spilled on Zheng Yan next door, almost getting him beaten up.

Seeing the water splashed on Tan Jia's favorite mushroom-shaped cushion, Lin Zhiyue frowned, pursed her lips, pulled the cushion away, stared at Tan Ming for a moment, and went to the balcony.

"That's right, that's correct. He's more normal like this." Tan Ming said, still feeling lingering fear.

Tan Jia chuckled, took a sip of water, and answered Zheng Yan's question again: "I haven't had any dreams these past few days."

Zheng Yan: "There's a new case recently, a dismemberment case. I thought that with such a gruesome level of violence, you would dream about it."

Tan Jia leaned back on the sofa, yawned, lowered her eyes and said softly, "Maybe I'm cured and won't dream anymore."

Zheng Yan was silent for a moment, then sighed and said, "That's fine. Even if it can still be effective, anything that's different from ordinary people is still considered an illness. You were originally injured in a car accident and stayed here, and now..."

Before they could finish speaking, Lin Zhiyue, who was hanging pillowcases to dry on the balcony, made a noise and stared intently at them.

"...What are you doing? I didn't say she was leaving. Go back to airing your pillowcases." Zheng Yan glared.

Lin Zhiyue didn't move, and Tan Jia said, "I won't leave," before he turned around and continued hanging things up to dry.

Zheng Yan: "...He's like your personal robot. If you leave, he'll have to chase after you across the Pacific Ocean on foot like Kuafu chasing the sun."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled, staring at Lin Zhiyue's back.

His white t-shirt shone in the light, revealing a slightly see-through gap on either side of his waist. You could see that he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. Although he looked thin, he actually had a layer of muscle when you touched him, which was very obvious when his waist and abdomen were taut.

Actually, this relationship came out of her unexpected way.

She had only come back to China to visit relatives when she was involved in a car accident and had to stay for treatment. She learned to make dough figurines and then, because of her dreams, she inexplicably became involved in various case investigations.

The child murder was unexpected, and the strange survivor was naturally an unexpected person as well.

Her thoughts drifted further and further away, and her gaze became somewhat unfocused.

He seemed somewhat distracted as Tan Ming and the others talked about the dismemberment case.

Perhaps because she had been thinking too much during the day, Tan Jia dreamed again that night about the day she had just returned to Jiujiang.

Actually, there was nothing special about that day. It was just like any other ordinary day. The clocks of the world kept ticking, strangers passing by were busy going to school or work, planes took off and landed normally, and she arrived in Jiujiang smoothly. She got into a taxi on the side of a busy road.

The headphones were playing a pounding drumbeat, but her heart rate on her fitness watch didn't change much. She calmly looked out the car window at the unfamiliar scenery, thinking about how she should greet her aunt's family when she met them later, and what attitude and tone she should use to express her friendliness.

Then suddenly a screeching sound of brakes and a piercing horn blared from ahead, followed by a series of crashes as several cars collided with a loud bang, sending flames soaring into the sky.

The dozen or so cars behind couldn't avoid it and crashed into it as well, sending car parts flying out and clattering all over the ground.

The taxi driver yelled "Damn it!" and slammed on the brakes. He jerked the steering wheel, and the powerful inertia threw her to the other side. As the front of the car crashed into the roadside railing and white smoke billowed out, she was also thrown heavily against the car window by the inertia.

"Bang—!" The scene seemed to be filled with smoke.

The alarms from over twenty broken-down vehicles sounded in unison.

She barely opened her eyes. The intense dizziness made it impossible for her to see clearly outside. She could only hear some dialect that she barely understood, but the crying was very clear, as if it were echoing in her head. The throbbing pain made the veins on her forehead throb.

Blood from her head flowed onto her eyelids, and she struggled to open her eyes wide, seeing a car diagonally opposite her.

The wrecked front of the car pinned down two adults inside, but their eyes were straining to look behind them. A large truck had smashed through the car, and a young child lay motionless with his eyes open, blood streaming down shards of glass from the window.

Life and death can be separated by a mere instant. While someone is contemplating whether tomorrow or an accident will come first, in another part of the world, an accident has already taken away the tomorrow of many others.

She was unable to move and could only watch quietly as the blood from her head flowed into her eyes.

It wasn't until rescuers arrived and banged on the car window and shouted that she made a sound. Her first words were an instinctive plea for help in English, before she switched to saying, "I'm still alive."

After those words, it felt as if her soul, which had been floating in the air with the plane, had just landed.

The car accident in her dream kept repeating itself. Because of the dizziness, she couldn't even tell whether it was day or night outside the car window, or whether she was sitting on the left or right side of the back seat. The only thing that was obvious was the blinding light from the opposite side.

The light grew brighter as it approached, covering the entire field of vision. The driver in the driver's seat seemed to only then react, jerking the steering wheel. The dial on his wrist seemed to reflect an unusual light, but then, a huge crash was heard.

The whole dream was pitch black, with only the clicking of the turn signals.

Tan Jia gasped, waking up from his dream in a cold sweat.

Her rapid breathing made her throat a little dry. She sat up as usual, covered her face for a while to catch her breath, and then decided to get out of bed to drink some water.

However, a hand reached out and grabbed him first. Lin Zhiyue seemed to be startled awake and asked in a hoarse voice, "Where are you going?"

“Anyway, it’s not like I’m secretly flying to America.” Tan Jia pressed him down and got out of bed on his own.

A small lamp was left on in the living room, its dim light illuminating her legs beneath her nightgown.

She drank half a glass of water with ice, then put it down, sighed, and noticed that Lin Zhiyue had followed her out.

"Why are you following me?" She leaned against the table, swirling the ice cubes in her glass without looking back.

Lin Zhiyue reached out and pulled her into his arms, burying his face in her neck.

"Were you dreaming again?"

"Yes. But it wasn't a crime scene; it was a dream about the car accident that happened on my first day in Jiujiang."

"I've heard. You were injured."

"Yes, but we were lucky. The taxi driver and the person in the car behind us..."

She suddenly fell silent as she spoke. Lin Zhiyue stopped her sniffing and licking motion, looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

Tan Jia's expression turned serious: "No, the driver in the dream is different from the taxi driver from before."