The fire burned to warm the tent.

The dormer window was open a crack, and a snowflake drifted in lazily, bringing the only coolness, to the house. There were no lights on in the living room, and the only source of light came from the fully transparent fish tank at the living room partition - the lamp at the edge, reflecting the entire living room was shimmering and enveloped in a Klein blue.

It is a very beautiful fish tank.

The bottom is covered with fine white sand and gravel, oxygen bubbles bubbling upwards, silver and white tail curling blue edge of the small fish swimming slowly in it, the water waves outward layer by layer, clear as can not be clearer.

A pair of white and delicate hands.

These hands are struggling to lift the lid of the box at the top of the fish tank, half a day's effort to finally open a gap, the noise naturally disrupted the fish would have been the law of swimming, the silvery white snow scene in a moment fragmented, the fish scattered into the dense underwater jungle, only to reveal a little fish scales can still be captured by the naked eye.

The hands left again for a while, to the prepared plastic bag, that is to put the bag of bait feeding, the hands groped for half a day, finally found what you want, the group in the hand, not like the usual fish food, nor like the fish cake posted at the New Year's Eve.

It is a spherical object, slimy, flowing out some scarlet liquid.

"Puff".

Take something was thrown into the fish tank by a slender hand, splashing a small splash to.

This "uninvited guest" also dragged a few red and green "tail", floating before sinking to the bottom, there are bold fish to try to peck food, not long after the fish are surrounded, scrambling to share the food, the water was dyed by the scarlet juice became cloudy a little. The pale scarlet color spreads out and soon subsides.

The owner of the hand blinked the same beautiful eyes, the shimmering light and shadow set her eyes clear, her eyes so innocent, with a hint of curiosity, in front of the fish tank to concentrate on this scene.

Then, with a contented sigh, she turned away.

After a full meal, the fish continued to roam around exploring as usual, the residual food did not cause them any more interest, and only after dispersal, the ball-shaped object in the end, to be able to identify some of the spectators.

White fat mixed with blood vessels, like the remnants of the lens was chewed to the point of disfigurement, but can still be distinguished from the green "long tail", it is an eye.

An eye full of fear.

Less than a hundred square feet of the house is not large, but also not small, the wall hung a warm family portrait, you can see, a family of three.

A family of three smiling very sweetly, but their specific looks, but the water waves reflected some horrifying.

The snowy night, this cozy little home is also extraordinarily cold.

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The first time I woke up was when I smelled the dense aroma of Sukiyaki.

A familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Awake? What did you see this time?"

Nishioji always felt the taste of blood still stuck in his throat, a feeling of vomiting rolled up in his throat, before he had time to answer, he pulled the trash can next to the bed and threw up.

The man who was standing aside cooking sukiyaki turned his head and looked at Nishioji, who was vomiting and crying, with a black face, and said with narrowed eyes: "Nishio, we are saying that it is not necessary? You're throwing up before you've eaten, does it smell that bad?"

Nishio George vomited up and down, so easy to vomit the stomach of the stock to finish, only dying to pull the edge of the bed tilted his head to explain, "grass, really not for food, you do not fucking know what I saw this time I saw something bad luck, an eye by a school of fish gnawed to pieces ... "

Nishioji recalled the scene in front of him just now, through the layers of water waves, the bloody silk with a fishy protein taste, infused into his internal organs.

The sense of drowning came over him.

"You are not the first time through the sense, why is still like a fledgling?" When Wu Qiu saw that he was not throwing up for the sukiyaki pot, his originally furrowed brow relaxed and he continued to turn back to stir the vegetables in the pot in a leisurely manner.

"also together to do several commissions, although you do the work of no predecessors, but the contract also said that we take the commission are not what normal people love to touch, see what bloody violence 18X scenes are possible and very likely ... "Wu Qiu While saying that, while the long chopsticks pressed leaves dipped into the richly colored soup.

The best thing that Nishioji can't stand on a regular basis is the "talk therapy" of his best friend and top boss, Wu Qiu.

Wu Qiu is a rich young man, his family is very rich, looks like a handsome young man, but the mouth is like a wind-up, usually love to chatter endlessly.

The good thing is that Wu Qiu is also a little bit of a broken mouth, usually half of the boss's frame, but also may be because they are too few people in this office, and the business all depends on the West End rule, the rack away from him to become the commander of the bare pole.

Instead of being a boss, Wu Qiu is more like a logistical support plus mess recycling center, usually two people running around the world, and all the chores are personally handled by him, the "boss", Nishioji just need to focus on business.

And Nishioji's business, is to rely on "dreaming" to complete a variety of mysterious commissions. Most of the commissions are to find people, and occasionally some are to investigate the old story.

Also known as "psychics".

It sounds too far-fetched.

If Nishioji was still a college student, he would have installed a national anti-fraud app for himself.

However, strictly speaking, for Nishioji, this is not a dream, nor is it a face-to-face seance with a dead person, but a "clearing dream" that he can't quite figure out, triggered by an old object with a specific person's scent, to enter a memory, or a dream.

Wu Qiu told him that there is a technical term for this ability, which is internationally defined as "psychic".

Using dreams as a guide, to sense psychic.

This is not the first time he was empathic, not to mention the first time he saw a dead body in a gruesome state, he was empathic scenes are not very directional, the only common feature is full of near-death feeling.

But experience more than once, is not the reason he can enjoy the sense of this.

Moreover, he is not a child to "sense", if there is any hint, it is that he thinks he is a crow's nest, bad luck, fear of what comes.

And his first empathy was one afternoon a year ago.

At first, it was his own narcolepsy was getting worse, while the content of the dreams became more and more real.

These dreams are bizarre, the content is extremely off-san, dreams Nishioji can not control their own behavior, only like a movie with the perspective of others muddled to see the East and West, where the dream begins and ends is not in his hands.

Later, some dreams turned out to be continuous scenes, he gradually discovered the horrible truth - all this may not be a dream.

More precisely, for some people, it is the reality that really exists.

After realizing that something was wrong, he even reassured himself that the hallucinations were probably caused by a nervous breakdown, and even went to see a psychiatrist.

And after listening to his condition, the psychiatrist scribbled something on the diagnosis and managed to transfer him to the psychiatric department.

The good thing is that the psychiatrist is still a professional after all, and thinks that there is nothing wrong with his mental state, and turns his head and introduces Wu Qiu to Nishioji, who only learns from the mouth of that Wu Qiu, whom he thought was a godsend at first sight, that there is something like the metaphysical field of psychic sensing that exists in the world.

This condition is extremely rare, but it is by no means unique to him. Only then did Nishioji's hanging heart drop.

People are afraid of being separated from the group, and the despair of finding oneself in a predicament, or a predicament that is only one, with no way to find an experience, is something that no one can afford.

When Wu Qiu first met him, he only found it funny that every word this man said was in Chinese, but he couldn't understand it all together.

Until Wu Qiu told him there was a way to control his narcolepsy, and was willing to offer him a new job with a rather generous six-figure salary, and that was just the pay for one commission.

There is money not to earn the son of a bitch.

Moreover, Nishioji's narcolepsy has become so serious that no matter where he is, he can fall asleep anywhere, anytime, and therefore countless times in the workplace several times to fall asleep on the tragic case.

With these glorious achievements, Nishioji was close to the dying line of dismissal, and HR came to care for his condition several times, proposing the gentle suggestion that his current physical condition might not be suitable to stay in the original position that required brain power, and thoughtfully offering to keep his position or N+1 compensation for him.

In contrast to the six-figure fee of U Qiu also includes the offer to cure narcolepsy, even if Nishioji also feel that this seemingly dangling rich second generation is most likely a fraud, but does not prevent him from feeling able to try, after all, do not work just sleep to get money (telecom scams common scheme), although very ripped, but really very tempting.

Since graduating as a social animal, Nishioji realized that the only way out is to live under the weight of life as a social animal, anyway, for the pendulum man, what life is not the same?

However, this time is still a little different, he became a fish for the first time instead of human, and also and broken eyes in a tank of water, sharing a piece of water.

Nishioji felt pain in all his organs and fell back on his pillow, half dead, thinking.

I should be at home to be a good boy, not here to watch the fish gnawing the human eye to pieces.

The rich family man who loves to cook is still chattering on and on, Nishioji looked at the electric lamp swaying overhead, only to feel a sleepy again invaded his head, dazed, the image of light and shadow overlap with the dream of the fish tank of water and plants overlapping together, the eye and the wick as one, staring straight at Nishio.

All of a sudden, sleepiness is gone.

Sukiyaki pot tumbling soup up a mass of aroma that belongs to the cooking thing alone, filling his nostrils.

Only then did the aroma of the sukiyaki really whet Nishioji's appetite.

"This time the juice collection is not bad," in front of the simple stove, Wu Qiu picked up the soup spoon and tasted it, showing a satisfied look, "first eat."

Nishioji got up from the bed quickly and sat at the table to help serve the meal.

The iPad on the side is playing TVB news: "It is reported that Netflix's hottest factual program "Weird Talk Cans" to be selected for the Hong Kong Wanlong High School teenage girl auditorium broken body case, according to our reporters sent back to the front, Weird Talk Cans program team has arrived in Hong Kong today, is expected to move into Wanlong High School recently to start recording, Wanlong High School party said it will be normal classes, but Many people responded, many students' parents flocked to the school to express their protest, the nearby secondary schools also received a number of transfer applications from Bandung Secondary School, the program team has not responded to the matter ..."

While picking rice out of his bowl with chopsticks, Osamu Nishio struggled to identify the traditional Chinese characters in the news, and his eyes fell on the words "Bandung High School".

Wanlong Middle School? It sounded familiar.

Wait a minute, the client said that the middle school he attended in junior high school was ... called Bandung Middle School?

The first thing you need to do is to remember the strange dream you just had, and tell Wu Qiu everything you saw.

The first thing you need to do is to look at the screen, but what he is staring at is the "Weird Talk Can" variety show, and his eyes are not rolling as he mumbles.

"The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're getting into. It's best not to let our commission go down the drain, and if we don't get the money this time, we'll both break up ..."

Nishioji: ... in the end is not listening ah?

Wu Qiu look at the West tail George face is not good, mouth a wipe of righteous look: "You do not worry, I have long been ordered, you first thing tomorrow morning as a guest to go, we directly into the group with funds, what demons and monsters are brought to him!

Nishioji heart sarcasm, mouth pulled a fake smile as a response to him.

The first night of the variety show is such a big deal, really his.

But Nishioji has long been accustomed to the thundering style of U-chu, always say the wind is rain, just Nishioji is also too lazy to bother with the arrangement of brainless and happy to relax.

He only needs to care about the commission on it.

This time the two received a commission from a rich Chinese-American businessman surnamed Wu, he mailed an old bracelet, the words are eager to express their years of celibacy eager to find their former junior high school classmates, the memory of their first love.

He finished junior high school and left the country, that era, cell phones are not a popular public thing, back and forth a few letters after the girl never heard from, may have moved home, which found Wu Qiu hope he can help a force.

The reason why Wu Qiu two people are so concerned about that news, naturally, is also because the news mentioned in the middle school is the commissioner then read the middle school, the purpose of the two people to come to Hong Kong this time is because the old bracelet on the breath is too light, Nishioji before several times simply can not see anything, most of the time are vague fragments of memory, but also are rich merchants themselves know things.

The old place naturally residual old man breath to see if it can trigger more dreams about the rich merchant white moonlight more.

And that "Weird Talk Can" variety show is also a relationship that Wu Qiu punches in so that Nishioji can enter the campus with a reasonable identity and explore a wave of depth.

U-chu's calculations crackled.

The first time I saw the man, I was a little bit of a fool.

Wu Qiu let him shut up: "Even if it is dead they have to find out the cause of death, is because of what died for who died who acted as an enabler in her death, we have to give him a detailed investigation book comparable to the investment research report."

Nishioji deflated his mouth: "Maybe the eye that was thrown in the fish tank was his first love."

Wu Qiu tinkled his chopsticks on the rim of the bowl: "I'm not talking about you, George Bao, it's possible that his first love threw it?"

Nishioji was dumbfounded.

After eating, Wu Qiu picked up the computer and began to write the interim report by clicking on the words. Nishioji was happily washing dishes next to him, glad that the boss is not easy to be, after all, the paperwork is done by the boss himself.

Early tomorrow morning, Nishioji will have to go to Bandung High School as a guest and start exploring in depth, while Wu Qiu patted his chest and assured himself as his permanent backbone, steadfastly providing him with logistical support and taking care of his mental health condition, providing him with remote support in the tent at any time.

Nishioji secretly sighed, remote support is also considered support?

The firewood in the tent was burning brightly, and the sturdy shack cloth kept the biting cold wind out. The wind suddenly became so strong that it blew dropsical at the seams, and the cold wind blew into the otherwise warm interior along the seams.

"This luxury tent of yours doesn't seem to work very well, does it?" Nishioji spat.

Wu Qiu looked away and changed the subject: "The temperature is very low, it feels like it will drop below zero this week."

Wu Qiu does not like to stay in hotels, usually go anywhere with their own luxury tent, find a park camp and set up, as two people's residence, and this time they will choose the camp in a side of the Lion Rock Park.

The night of Victoria Harbor lit up half the sky, the lights of thousands of families decorated the entire harbor, the traffic, the hustle and bustle of the city is separated by space, adding a lonely.

Nishioji walked outside the tent, lit a cigarette, and look at the scenery for a while to stay.

Fortunately, the night is dreamless.