Black crows circled overhead, letting out piercing cries.
Lin Qiye passed through the dilapidated alleyway and emerged from between two low houses. Seeing the figure crouched in the open space, he sighed helplessly.
"You've entered my dream again," Lin Qiye said slowly.
Old Dog Wu, dressed in a patient's gown, did not turn around. He stared fixedly at a slash mark on the ground, as if he could see some scene within it. A trace of sorrow surfaced in his clouded eyes.
"This... is the deepest part of your dream." Old Dog Wu's voice was somewhat weathered. "Someone very important to you died here, didn't they?"
Lin Qiye's gaze shifted away from the familiar low house in the distance and settled on the open space before him. In his mind, he seemed to return once more to that rainy night and see that figure in the rain, gripping a blade...
"Yes."
After a long while, Lin Qiye nodded.
"So you entered my dreams again and again just to come here?" Lin Qiye frowned slightly. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
"I only wanted to see whether we were the same kind of people." Old Dog Wu slowly rose to his feet and turned toward Lin Qiye. The cloudiness in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a pair of deep, weathered eyes.
This was the first time Lin Qiye had seen Old Dog Wu rise from a crouch and speak to him in the manner of a normal person.
"And what was the result?"
"Yes." Old Dog Wu nodded slightly and spoke with certainty. "We are the same kind of people."
Lin Qiye watched Old Dog Wu for a long time before slowly asking, "What exactly happened between you and the Spirit Medium team?"
Old Dog Wu froze. He seemed