Seeing the crime scene flashbacks made me the darling of the police station.

Chapter 267 This Dream Was Not Forgotten

Su Miaoyi was covered in injuries, so taking a bath was not a practical option.

So she gently wiped it with a towel.

After washing up and coming out of the bathroom, I was covered in sweat again.

She turned the air conditioner down two degrees, then held the remote control like a gun, gesturing wildly around the room.

He aimed at the clock on the wall for a moment, then at the coat rack by the door, and after a while, at the overhead light: "Piu! Piu!"

"Are you crazy?" the voice in my head said.

Su Miaoyi put down the remote control: "Soon, I will be a person with a gun."

"Promising."

"If you're so capable, then don't use it," Su Miaoyi said.

"I'll use it."

"Let's get this straight, no killing," Su Miaoyi said sternly.

The voice in my head didn't speak.

“Answer me!” Su Miaoyi said.

"Ah."

Hearing the satisfactory answer, Su Miaoyi nodded and went back to her bedroom to sleep.

It rained heavily that night, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

Suddenly, a loud clap of thunder rang out.

The noise was so loud that Su Miaoyi opened her eyes and looked out the window, just as a bolt of lightning cleaved through the darkness.

She was fast asleep when she was drowsy and her eyes were flashed.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance and reached for the remote control on the bedside table, wanting to close the curtains, but after a while she couldn't find it, she put her hand on the bedside table and went to sleep.

After a few more flashes of lightning, she burrowed her head into the pillow and fell asleep again.

However, she hadn't slept for long before she started dreaming again.

Subconsciously, she knew she was dreaming, and that she had had this dream several times before.

She also knew that this was the first time she had seen the man's face clearly in her dream.

"It's raining." The man approached and held the umbrella over her.

She looked at the pond full of lotus flowers in front of her.

The rain was light, dripping onto the lotus leaves, causing them to twitch slightly.

"Go back," the man said.

She didn't move.

The man didn't move; he stood beside her, holding the umbrella.

The two remained silent for a long time.

The man asked, "Are you getting used to the maid?"

She still didn't say anything.

The man looked at her and said, "Then I'll find another group of people."

"No need," she said.

She felt tired after saying just two words.

She felt very tired, dizzy, and nauseous, and her mind went blank intermittently.

I just felt unwell all over; I felt uncomfortable everywhere.

"The rain is getting heavier, let's go back." The man grabbed her arm and led her back.

She followed him for a few steps, then felt very tired and shook off his hand.

He looked at her.

"You're walking too fast, I can't keep up." She frowned, said irritably, and slowly walked forward on her own.

The man followed her, walking beside her and holding an umbrella.

Once inside the room, she sat down in a chair. "Are you feeling unwell?" the man asked.

She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a moment, then looked up at him: "Are you concerned about me?"

The man said nothing.

She said, "I was just someone you picked up from the casino. My life is worthless; whether I live or die is entirely up to you. If you don't like me, just kill me. Why torture me?"

"It's been so long, and you're still pretending." The man said, "Le Yan, how long do you plan to use the identity of Su Miaoyi? I told you, you were exposed the moment I saw you. It's been so long, and it's getting a bit pointless to still deny it."

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she said. “My name is Su Miaoyi, and I’ve always been called Su Miaoyi. I’m from Dian City, and I’ve lived here since I was a child. I have no idea who this ‘Le’ thing you’re talking about is!”

She was too weak to even shout.

“Kill me,” she said. “I’m not the person you’re talking about, and I can’t be any kind of assassin. I don’t understand what you’re saying. You’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m of no value to you. Don’t waste your time. Just kill me.”

The man looked at her for a while, then threw a knife on the table next to him: "If you want to die, there are plenty of ways to die. But are you willing to die? You haven't achieved your purpose in coming to my side, you haven't completed your mission, do you really want to die? You're trying to trick me into believing you're Su Miaoyi by asking for death, do you think I'll believe you? The knife is right here, if you really want to die, end it yourself."

She and the man stared at each other for a few seconds, then she looked at the knife on the table.

She reached for the knife and grasped it.

Then he cut his own wrist.

The first cut grazed her wrist, drawing blood; the wound was shallow. She then made a second cut.

There was a sense of unfamiliarity from gripping the knife to making the first cut; it was the first time I'd ever held a knife, and I didn't know where to cut.

Blood dripped down, and as she was about to make a third cut, the man snatched the knife from her hand and threw it away. Then he grabbed her bleeding wrist: "You madwoman! Do you think I'll believe you just because you're doing this? What's so great about Jinghai that it makes you risk your life like this!"

The scene in the dream shifted, and she was lying in a small, dimly lit room. The man stood beside her and said, "If you want to come to this place less often, you'd better cooperate and forget the obsession in your head. Don't resist with your consciousness, or you'll only suffer more."

She struggled for a moment, but bound by the restraints, she could only move slightly.

"It hurts too much, I don't want to, let me go," she said.

“Listen to me,” the man said beside her. “Once you forget all that, you won’t be in pain anymore.”

"let me go!"

The man stopped talking and took a step back.

The man standing on the other side stuck some wires to her head.

She struggled, saying, "Let me go."

But all I could think about was that.

Qin Leyan, we cannot forget him, we cannot forget him.

They're still waiting for news in Jinghai. They finally made it here, and even if they've been exposed, as long as they're alive, there'll be a way. There's always a way.

We must not forget, we must never forget.

My name is Qin Leyan, and I am a criminal police officer.

My current identity is Su Miaoyi, a native of Dian City, who works at a casino and was bought back.
The lights on the instruments next to me suddenly turned on.

An electric current surged into her brain, and she clenched her hands tightly, her whole body tensing up.
The intense pain in her head woke Su Miaoyi from her dream.

She woke up with a start, then leaned over the bed and gagged twice.

Still feeling nauseous, she got out of bed. But as she stood on the floor, her legs went weak.

She reacted quickly and grabbed the bedside table for support, but her right knee still touched the floor.

She paused for a moment, then immediately got up and went to the bathroom to vomit.
After vomiting, I flushed the toilet and then washed my face at the sink.

Looking at her pale face, she felt as if the paint had been applied to her face while the wall was being painted.

"Are you alright?" the voice in her head asked.

“I think I must have eaten something bad last night,” Su Miaoyi said. “It must be that chicken soup.”

The voice in my head fell silent.

This is clearly a signal from the brain, not some motivational quote.

"If it doesn't taste good, blame others."

“Not tasting good is the original sin.” After Su Miaoyi finished speaking, she paused and then said, “I haven’t forgotten this dream, and I’ve had it many times over the years, but I only remembered this one.”

(End of this chapter)