The artist stood up suddenly, his back already wet.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead, went into the bathroom and flushed it over and over again, then gasped and stood in front of the mirror in a daze.
"It's this dream again."
The person in the mirror looked very young and handsome, with a strange black tattoo on the left side of his face. He looked a little haggard at this time. He slapped his face hard, and he didn't know what he thought of, and his face became more and more ugly.
After checking the time, he gave up eating breakfast, got dressed and went out.
Because of [Performance Art], the artist has always had the habit of acting, but sometimes the person he plays will bring him sporadic horrific memories, and this memory can be eliminated with the death of the person being played——
Therefore he often kills the person he is impersonating.
Of course, the other party is often someone who deserves to die.
However, there is a memory that cannot be eliminated, and has even become his nightmare for a long time, appearing from time to time. (See Chapter 80)
The person he played and killed was named Han Qiang. It is speculated that he may have inherited a curse or something from the other person for some reason and became like this. It is not that he has not investigated in recent years, but he has never had a clue.
Until not long ago, he was inspired by the interrogation of the tomb keeper and the suggestion of a colleague that he might be able to weave the past in his dreams and find enough information to restore and play Han Qiang's life, thereby finding the curse.
Clues to the source.
This is also one of the ways to use [Performance Art], but the premise is that enough information must be collected, and the target is preferably a miscellaneous fish.
Yes, although he woke up at this time, he was actually still in a dream. With the help of a colleague, he was playing an in-depth role of Han Qiang in order to find clues to the curse.
There seemed to be some kind of guidance in the dark, telling him that he needed to get rid of this nightmare as soon as possible.
So after completing the arrest of the target named Mu and confirming that he had nothing else to do for the time being, he started his own acting plan.
From now on, he is no longer an artist, but Han Qiang, the department head of a company.
According to his guess, he would experience most of Han Qiang's life and finally stop at the moment of death by his own hands.
At that time, he will wake up safely and find out where the curse came from.
…
Han Qiang could barely be considered a young and promising person, but he knew very well that the people below him were not convinced by him.
After driving to the company, he calmly went upstairs and walked to his office.
As soon as they saw him, the employees who were whispering in the room closed their mouths in unison, looked at their noses, noses and hearts, looking like they were working seriously.
Han Qiang naturally heard someone talking about him. Before, he would have had to teach this person a lesson, but obviously, he was not in that mood today.
His office was beautifully decorated, with his desk facing a floor-to-ceiling window. When he was tired from work, he could look out and relax. This was a design that many people liked, but he was not interested in it.
The day ended in a daze, and Han Qiang walked downstairs absentmindedly, turning a deaf ear to the employees' comments, and walked straight to the parking lot.
However, something bad happened. The car, which was fine in the morning, seemed to have lost its temper. It couldn't start, and I didn't know where the problem was.
Han Qiang cursed secretly and had to go to the roadside to take a taxi, adjust his mentality, sit in the passenger seat and close his eyes to rest.
After not sleeping well for several days, he felt sleepy quickly. After being groggy for a while, he forced himself to open his eyes and found that the car had stopped.
"What's going on?"
"There's a traffic jam at the residential building in front," the driver said, puzzled, "This isn't a holiday, so why is there a traffic jam..."
Hearing the words "residential building", Han Qiang subconsciously stirred, his sleepiness immediately dissipated, and he hurriedly stuck his head out of the car window and looked into the distance.
Vaguely, he saw a slightly old residential building. The stagnant vehicles were coming from that direction, and the cars behind were unable to move at all.
He didn't know why, but his heart suddenly rose to his throat.
"Oh, I heard, someone seems to have committed suicide by jumping off the building over there." At this moment, the driver spoke. He seemed to have heard a few voices from his peers, and turned around and sighed, "Damn it, this place doesn't seem to be the first place in the world."
It was a suicide, the last time..."
The driver kept chattering, but he couldn't listen to a word. His body trembled slightly and his face turned pale.
He didn't even know how he got to the door of his house. He opened the door in despair, but noticed that the light in the living room was on.
"dad!"
Before he could think about it, a little girl jumped on him and hugged him tightly.
The other boy moved slower, rushed over and hugged his thigh, his round face full of joy.
Han Qiang's heart suddenly softened, and a smile appeared on his face. While hugging his two children, he looked at his wife who came out of the kitchen and asked, "Why are you back?"
His wife rolled her eyes at him, took off her apron, and said helplessly: "Didn't you tell me to take the child to my parents' place to play for a few days and then come back? Today is the day to come back, have you forgotten?"
She pretended to complain and continued: "Forget it, he didn't come to pick us up. He didn't even prepare any food."
Han Qiang then remembered it and quickly explained that he had forgotten the date because he had been too busy with work recently.
No matter what, the return of his wife and children was a matter worth celebrating. He immediately forgot all the unpleasantness, teased the two children, and then asked them to wash their hands and eat.
"What's wrong with you? You look like you're not in good spirits."
He forced a smile, shook his head to his wife and said, "I can't help it, I've been working overtime recently... By the way, how was your fun?"
"It's good, but the two children are clamoring to say they want to see you." The wife walked to the table carrying the dishes, and smiled as if she remembered something, "By the way, I also met someone, you must also want to meet me."
See."
"Who?"
"You'll know when I see you tomorrow. Thanks to his help on the way back." The wife looked mysterious.
Han Qiang was so happy today that he drank a few glasses of wine, but unfortunately he couldn't drink enough and fell asleep quickly.
But tonight was no exception. In the middle of the night, he was woken up by the same nightmare again.
The wife beside him was startled, but did not wake up. She turned over and continued to sleep.
He turned on the desk lamp, sat motionless on the bed, and stared into the darkness.
As expected, the dark circles under his eyes were a little darker the next day.
But as long as he sees the child, he can always calm down and forget about the nightmare.
After get off work, he quickly returned home and called his daughter who was watching TV.
"Where's mom?"
The daughter thought for a while and replied: "I went to buy groceries. I said I wanted to entertain the big brother I met yesterday."
"Big brother?"
"Yeah, mom said we should thank others for helping us."
Looking at his daughter's serious look, Han Qiang smiled. Just as he was about to deepen his education, he heard his son's words.
"Dad, I had a dream last night."
"What dream?" He had a bad feeling.
"I dreamed that I fell from a building. Fortunately, an uncle hugged me." My son recalled, "He told me, 'We should fall together', but I didn't know what he meant... I now
I still remember them all.”
Han Qiang broke out in cold sweat, swallowed hard, and said in horror: "That uncle...what does he look like?"
The son shook his head in confusion and said, "I don't remember, but he seemed to say he knew dad..."
In an instant, Han Qiang's soul flew into the sky.
"I made a mistake alone, so I don't need to involve my family, right?" After a while, he lowered his head and muttered something, as if he was talking to someone.
The surroundings were extremely quiet, and no one could answer him.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
The son volunteered to open the door, and soon his wife and a young man appeared in the house.
Han Qiang finally calmed down his emotions, but when he saw the person coming, his expression suddenly became unnatural.
But the young man greeted him calmly: "Hello, Uncle Han, I am Xu Heng. I wonder if you still remember me."
Han Qiang was stunned for a while, then forced a smile and said: "Of course I remember, Brother Xu's son..." His voice gradually turned lower, and he blamed himself, "I'm sorry about him."
Xu Heng seemed to not want to mention this matter, he just shook his head and said nothing.
"Look at you, you know how to open and lift the pot!" The wife pretended to be angry, slapped her husband, turned to Xu Heng and smiled, "You can sit down wherever you want, while Auntie goes to get the vegetables."
To be continued...