In the moment I looked into the mirror, I felt my consciousness slow down, and faint cries for help echoed in my ears: "Brother, brother, run!"

The familiar and real cries forced me to open my eyes abruptly.

I realized this might be a dream.

But in the dream, I was being firmly restrained by a man named Zhao Ming, while a girl nearby was covered in bruises, her right leg seemingly just broken, with a horrifying sight of blood flowing.

She was almost dying herself, yet desperately hit the man with a chair, thinking it would save me.

The fat man grinned widely and laughed recklessly, "She can't escape. I just broke her leg! Besides, at this point, none of you can survive."

I looked at the pale-faced girl on the ground. She was the girl who saved me in the dream corridor!

Then, I took on a god's perspective and shouted to her, "Taotao, run! Go call the police!"

Even though I could feel my throat being squeezed and suffocated, I still managed to utter a hoarse and difficult reassurance, "Taotao, don't be afraid. I won't die!"

I felt a foul smell sprayed on my head, the fat man's triumphant mockery, "Call the police? Do you think I can't handle such a trivial matter?"

In an instant, I couldn't breathe anymore, as my consciousness grew fainter. Suddenly, he released his grip on my neck, but then, the knife that the girl, whom I called Taotao, had stabbed him with, was knocked away by him.

She turned into a torn petal in the storm.

He brutally pressed her down on the ground, pounding his fists on her body, shouting, "Bitch! You dare to kill me? Die!"

Filled with anger, I grabbed the chair next to me. Just as the chair was about to strike, I felt myself tearing away from the dream, and my vision returned to the interrogation room.

I gasped for breath heavily, as if I had just experienced a life-or-death battle.