In my sleep, I felt as if someone had been pushing me. While crossing a big bridge, my arm suddenly hurt, and an external force made me fall off the bridge. The momentary weightlessness woke me up completely.

"Awake?"

A man's voice.

"Jiang Xiaoyu?"

He hesitated for a moment, probably thinking it was unnecessary to keep pretending, and removed his disguise.

Still the same naive face, but no familiarity or closeness, only indifferent alienation.

Suddenly, I wanted to know what he really wanted to do.

"Why?"

His gaze lingered on my face for a moment, immediately understanding the meaning behind my three words.

He didn't rush to speak; instead, he untied the ropes from my body.

He needed an equal conversation.

"Is it you?"

"What? Are you talking about five years ago or the things happening now?"

"I want to know the whole truth."

"Then tell me, who are you?"

He pondered for a while, looking troubled, but eventually opened his mouth with some reluctance.

His voice revealed a hint of fatigue; it was hoarse. "You might not believe me if I say this, but I'm not from here."

"Not from here?"

He glanced at me and continued, "It might be hard for you to understand, but I'm really someone from five years ago."

I shook my head, looked into his eyes, "No, I believe you."

Maybe my gaze was so firm that he seemed convinced right away, believing I accepted his absurd lie.

Sincere words often move a person, just like how I am now.

Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly started crying, which I hadn't expected.

Like a drowning person suddenly grabbing onto a piece of floating wood.

He said, "They all don't believe me, but the murderer who killed me five years ago says he believes me. It's such an ironic situation."

"Five years ago? Are you Yan Liang?"

"That's right."

I curled my lips into a smile, "I didn't kill you."

He seemed surprised that I could still smile, and in an instant, anger erupted in his eyes. Inside, I felt no waves; I indeed didn't kill him.

"You came to consult me. I only spoke within my professional code. We have no enmity. Why would I kill you?"

I looked up at his increasingly distorted face, my smile deepening, "Besides, how could I have predicted everything you did?"

A chair shattered at my feet into pieces, with the chair leg slightly moving like a broken bone connected to a tendon.

"Don't deny it. I know everything you did."

"Tell me then, what did I do?"

I got a new manicure yesterday, but looking at it today, it seemed slightly scratched.

Ugh, I'll have to spend money to fix it again.

"You said, unless my wife disappeared, there was no other way to help me."

"So, I had to kill her. She died, and I would have the money!!! Hahaha, but in the end, I died instead. That day, I saw you, watching me all the time, watching me step by step towards death."

"Why couldn't the car door open at the end? It must be you who tampered with it."

I thought for a moment and suddenly understood, "Did you ever consider that it was your wife who tampered with the car door?"

Just that, I was the one who encouraged her to do it.

Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but in the face of their own lives, they are just like this.

They would rather believe a stranger they only knew for a few days. I merely told her that her husband wanted to kill her, and in the end, she chose to die together with him.

Sigh! Tragedies of the world!

My database needs updating again, another lunatic, firmly believing with just a bit of psychological suggestion, that he is Yan Liang who died five years ago?

Humans are just so fragile!