With a hook from the gang pet boss, Master Fu fell

"Fish."

Fu Hanyu's pupils constricted suddenly, and with an anxious call, he clasped her waist and hugged her small body into his arms.

Song Yu had a dream again, the scene in the dream was not very clear, only a small figure in red clothes, like a small spinning top, was busy around in a group of injured people, helping Treat the wound.

She glanced at them, and there were thirteen people. She couldn't see the faces of those people, but could vaguely see their figures, from young to three or four years old, to teenagers in their teens.

She can still hear the voices of those people, they are kind, warm, and full of vitality. They don't look like injured people at all. Some call her sister, some call her little sister, some call her kid, some call her Xiaojiu, Say thank you to her.

Among these noisy sounds, rumbling sounds can be vaguely heard, like explosions and thunder, which will sound every once in a while.

"Fish." Fu Hanyu shouted, opened a small medicine bottle in his hand, and shook it in front of her nose. Seeing the corners of her lips, a smile appeared, and he breathed a sigh of relief, calling out softly. Write: "Fish."

Song Yu in the dream can clearly know that she is dreaming, and can also clearly hear someone calling her by her ear, it is Fu Hanyu's voice outside her dream.

In the dream, the little girl in the red dress was squatting down and seriously changing the dressing of a boy.

The young man leaned into her ear and told: "Xiao Jiu, you must pay attention to your own safety. If someone finds out, there is a secret road under the third tree from the left in the garden that leads directly to the sewer. Escape from there. Remember, don't be afraid." Leave us alone."

"Fish." Fu Hanyu shook the bottle in his hand again, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

Song Yu suddenly opened his eyes, and the picture in the dream also disappeared at this moment, only the boy's exhortation was still lingering in his ears.

"Yu'er." Fu Hanyu looked at her nervously and worriedly, seeing her dark eyes looking at him with a bit of confusion, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Her state this time is completely different from the last nightmare.

But when she suddenly fell into a coma, the first thing he thought of was that it had something to do with the last nightmare.

"I dreamed..." Song Yu looked at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, leaned into his ear, and said, "I'll tell you when I get home."

Very strange.

When she woke up this time, she did not forget the content of the dream.

Even every word and every voice that those people said, I can remember clearly.

She can be sure that this is not a dream, but a fragment of her memory, the little girl in the red dress is herself.

At this time.

There was a knock on the door.

Situ Anguo asked: "Master, is Ms. Song awake? I have already invited the doctor over. Do you want them to come in and show her?"

"No, she's already woken up." After Fu Hanyu finished speaking, he gently helped her sit up, touched her forehead again, and saw that her face had returned to normal, and said in a gentle voice: "If you don't feel well, let's go home, another day Come again."

Song Yu shook his head: "I'm fine, let him have a look first!"

This Saturday, she is going to the hidden door, and she doesn't have much time. All the things that should be dealt with must be dealt with before then.

Fu Hanyu nodded.

On Situ Feiqing's side, having been controlled by that person for so long, she may still think of something, which will help her after entering the hidden door.

When the two passed by.

Situ Feiqing was making tea in the study, looked up at them, made a gesture of invitation, and greeted with a smile: "Miss Song, Third Master, try the tea I made."

He knew that he had accepted the fact that he was controlled by others and his memory was imposed by others, but in his head, he had experienced all kinds of ups and downs with her, but he didn't know how to let go.

Just now, when he watched her pass out and be carried away by Fu Hanyu, he was so heartbroken that he almost suffocated, and his emotions were extremely complicated and sour.

Song Yu naturally sat opposite him, looked at the sketchbook he placed on his left with a smile, and asked him, "Mr. Situ, did you draw all the pictures in that album?"

Situ Feiqing nodded, gently pushed the teacup in front of her, and said, "Yes, it should be his remaining memory in my mind, do you want to see it?"

Song Yu was thinking about how to ask him for it, but when he saw that he had brought it up, he was not polite to him. He took the book from him, opened it page by page, and began to look at the paintings on it seriously.

Most of the paintings are large swathes of dark-colored pictures, very abstract, and it is impossible to see what the paintings are about.

There are even a few, which are as bright as blood, with large patches of red. In the center of the picture, there are frightened, painful and distorted faces that look like children, bloodthirsty and extremely depressed.

A picture album, only the girl in the red dress is normal, but it is not normal.

What is normal is her temperament, clean and soft like an angel, smart and lovely, like a ray of sunshine, like the last salvation in a dark world.

What was abnormal was that her face, her facial features, were blurred, covered by a thin layer of white mist with a soft halo.

The moment Fu Hanyu saw the girl in the painting, his eyes darkened a little scary, but he returned to normal after a while.

Seeing her looking at the girl in the painting, Situ Feiqing said: "Miss Song, I think the girl in the painting must have a lot to do with him. If you want to investigate, I will give you this painting."

Although he knew the facts, he has been dreaming these past few days, and when he closes his eyes, he will see various images of distorted fear, pain and oppression to the point of suffocation, which makes him hardly dare to fall asleep.

"Thank you." Song Yu took the painting and handed it to Fu Hanyu, and then began to diagnose him, gave him acupuncture, drew him a talisman, and prescribed a new prescription.

after that.

Accompanied by Situ Anguo, he carefully checked the feng shui of Situ's house. The feng shui layout was perfect without any hindrance.

Moreover, this set of feng shui layout was something she had never seen before, and it had never appeared in the feng shui books collected by her grandfather, or in the feng shui techniques taught to her by her grandfather.

She was very interested in this, and with Mr. Situ's consent, she even took photos. If it wasn't because she was leaving soon, she would have stayed at Situ's house to observe and study it.

By the time the matter was dealt with, it was completely dark, and the snow was getting heavier, and the snow had not reached the ankle position.

The two declined Situ Anguo who asked them to stay for dinner, got in the car and left.

The car, some distance away from Situ's house.

Song Yucai took out the painting and spread it out for Fu Hanyu: "Look at the girl in the painting, can you recognize it?"