Why did I dream of those things? I couldn't figure it out, but I received a call from an old classmate before I had time to think deeply. He asked if I still remembered the audio and materials we had sent before.

His policeman friend received them and checked into our county. Unexpectedly, they discovered that someone had reported a rape case in the county town last night.

The victim was Bai Sanshui's daughter and the shaman Li Yaozu.

Li Yaozu had already been detained at the county police station.

I was stunned to hear the news.

Coming to my senses, I quickly asked who had reported the crime. My old classmate was also shocked: "It was you, wasn't it?"

I was immediately enveloped by a huge sense of panic: "Of course not! If it were me, wouldn't I have told you?"

My old classmate was also scared: "What do you mean? My friend said you reported it with your real name! Didn't you go?"

I felt a chill run through my body, and my voice trembled: "No, absolutely not. Who went to report it? Am I in some kind of trap?"

My old classmate became anxious: "You better come back quickly. I'll tell my policeman brother. Don't take the bus. I'll find someone to pick you up."

The sudden unexpected event disrupted our plans. In a panic, I hung up the phone with the photographer and started packing. The time that followed became extremely hard to endure.

We didn't dare to leave the hotel room and just sat inside, anxiously waiting.

Time passed until it was around eight in the morning when footsteps echoed in the corridor.

The sound was heavy, resonating through the hallway.

Both of us stopped what we were doing, not daring to move.

The footsteps came step by step, finally stopping in front of our door. My heart was in my throat.

Then came a series of knocks on the door.

Each knock felt like it struck my heart, filling me with an inexplicable fear, making me even afraid to ask who it was.

After a while, Old Wang's voice came from outside, saying he had something important to tell us and asked us to open the door.

Thinking about the strange report, I worried whether the visitor knew about the report and had come for revenge, or if there was some other danger. Standing inside, I used the excuse of being naked and just woken up to ask him to speak at the door.

Old Wang didn't reply after hearing this, and the corridor became silent. The photographer thought the visitor had left and peeked through the peephole. Seeing no one outside, he wanted to open the door to check.

Driven by a primal fear, I quickly stopped the photographer.

I shook my head, insisting on not opening the door, and typed on my phone, "Don't open the door, no sound of footsteps leaving."

The photographer nodded and retreated to the bed.

After a while, we indeed heard footsteps leaving. Looking through the peephole, I saw the back of Old Wang walking away from our door.

Just as I heaved a sigh of relief, Old Wang's face suddenly popped up from below the peephole, his huge pupils covering the view.

He was looking into the room!

I was so scared that I screamed out loud.

Outside, Old Wang immediately said, "Why aren't you opening the door? Let me in to sit for a while!" With that, he knocked on the door forcefully.

The pounding sounded like it would break the door.

Frightened, the photographer and I rushed to the door to hold the shaking door in place.

I shouted, "What do you want? I called the police! They will be here soon!"

Upon hearing the word "police," the person outside cursed a few times and reluctantly left.

Though it seemed like there was no one outside, and we couldn't see anyone through the peephole, we still didn't dare to go out, fearing another unexpected event outside.

We called the person picking us up again, asking him to park directly at the back door of the hotel. Once he arrived, we would dash out, jump into the car, and leave immediately.

“Boss, could those people outside be tailing us?” The photographer voiced his concern just as I hung up the phone.

I moved over to look and saw a few people chatting not far from the front entrance of the hotel.

It was barely past eight in the morning in the forest farm. How could anyone be standing on the street chatting when the sky was barely even bright!

I quickly drew the curtains and communicated with the photographer through text on our phones. If it came to it, we would leave everything behind and just run with the camera.

Around eleven, the car picking us up arrived. We just received a WeChat message saying it had entered the forest farm.

At the same time, someone at the front door picked up a call and started heading towards the hotel.

We instructed the person picking us up not to park yet, to stop at the front door first. When the people tailing us got out of their car, we would give a signal and dash to the back door while the pickup person suddenly drove to the back door.

"Run, run, run!" As soon as the door opened, I grabbed my suitcase and dashed towards the back door, with the photographer following with the camera.

The people at the front entrance noticed our movement and started chasing us. The hotel wasn't large, so they almost reached us in a few steps.

They shouted, "Stop, wait a minute! We mean no harm!"

Hearing their voices right behind us, I had never been so scared in my life and dashed towards the back door like a madman.

In just five or six seconds, we rushed to the back door, pushed it open, and the cold wind slapped our faces. The photographer slipped on the steps.

"Shit, come on!" I dropped my suitcase and reached out to grab the photographer, "Don't let go! The camera!"

The person picking us up had already opened the back door. The driver, with a stern face, yelled, "Here, hurry up!"

The pursuers were almost upon us: "Don't run, don't leave. You can't take it with you, don't believe its words!"

Dragging the photographer, I half-jumped into the car, "Drive, drive!"

The photographer leaped forward, half inside the car, half hanging out. The car started moving.

Panic-stricken, the photographer, drenched in sweat, threw the camera onto the back seat and grabbed the back seat with both hands.

With a sharp turn, we were flung into the car by inertia.

Stepping on the photographer's back, I slammed the car door shut: "Step on the gas, let's go!"

Finally, under the mid-day sun, we crashed through the forest farm checkpoint and left that place.