Po Meng doesn't cook soup

Du Ziren's mouth didn't leave until the strangle marks on the baby's neck completely disappeared.

Du Ziren picked up the baby horizontally, turned to look at the policeman/policeman, and said simply, "Bed."

"Come with me."

Policeman Jin took the lead, and Du Ziren followed behind him with the baby in his arms. The other policemen were stunned, not knowing what was going on.

Police Jin took Du Ziren to the rest room where they were usually on duty, and there was a bed in it.

After Du Ziren carefully placed the baby on the bed, he sat quietly beside him. Policeman Jin shrugged his shoulders, walked out with interest, and closed the door for him. There were still a bunch of people outside waiting for him to explain.

At this time, the baby fell into a dream again——

"Ah—help, help, there are monsters—"

The baby dreamed that he was wearing very old clothes, and his body didn't seem to be as big as it is now. He seemed to be only ten years old. On a mountain, there was a tall animal that he had never seen before chasing him, so he I could only run desperately, and even desperately asked for help, but the strange thing is that I seem to be very familiar with the environment of this mountain, turning left and right, walking very smoothly.

"what--"

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. Although he was very familiar with the environment, he was in a hurry to escape and didn't pay attention to his feet. If he was not careful, he fell down.

At this time, there is still time to care whether he is in pain or not, the monster is about to arrive, of course he is desperately calling for help.

The baby in the dream is also worried, in the barren mountains, where can someone save him, is he going to die here?

Just when the monster was about to catch up, a black figure flashed out, raised a knife in his hand, and dealt with the monster.

The baby was thinking of saying thank you, but found that his body was out of his control at all.

He didn't get up to say thank you, but lay down on the ground and looked up at the man whose face could not be seen clearly in the backlight, and said to him in an aggrieved tone: "You hate it, I hate it to death, people have been calling for help for so long, You just came now, everyone fell down, hate you, I won’t give you a bed tonight, the bed tonight is mine, you can’t sleep.”

The visitor didn't seem to be moved by his words. He just squatted down, picked him up, and checked him carefully. He only saw some scratches on his knees. It didn't seem to be a serious problem, but he was a little worried, and asked, "Is there anything else?" Where did it hurt?"

The baby looked up at the face close in front of him, startled, it was——

Just as he was about to say that name, the baby woke up because of this shock. He opened his eyes and dimly saw a person beside the bed. Unconsciously, he said the words in his dream, "You hate death!" I hate you, Du Ziren..."

After the baby finished saying this, he fell asleep again, leaving only Du Ziren in a daze after hearing this.

who?who is it?He has heard it, he has heard it many times, who is it, who is saying such things to him in such a tone...

Du Ziren stared down at the baby, and unconsciously stroked/touched the baby's pale face.

"Why do you say such things? Why do I feel so familiar, what happened, why, I don't remember anything, why?"

"In the end, who is it..."