I had already realized that I was dreaming again, and that I had possessed Shen Jiayan's father, Shen Hao.
That meant Shen Hao was dead.
I just didn't know how he had died. It could have been a natural death, or he could have encountered a ghost. But Shen Jiayan should have been eliminated by Ye Qing, so she couldn't have been the one to kill him.
As I was thinking about it, the dream suddenly rushed by at an astonishing speed, just like the first time I'd dreamed of the old hag on the kimono.
I was a complete bystander, except that I wasn't only seeing through my eyes and hearing through my ears—I was also receiving Shen Hao's thoughts.
Shen Hao and his wife had been con artists for years, using their daughter, Shen Jiayan, to help them maintain a convincing cover. They always found a way to get her transferred into a local school. For ordinary public schools in small cities, this was easy enough, especially ten or twenty years ago, when the system wasn't very well developed and there was no connected household registration database. That had made things much easier for Shen Hao and his wife.
Their targets were the parents of Shen Jiayan's classmates. Parents could always strike up a conversation easily, and with their children as a topic, two families quickly grew familiar with each other. Their next step was to reveal who they were and persuade those parents to "invest."
Back then, this kind of scam was considered quite sophisticated. Nowadays, identity checks would make it more difficult. But scamming people you knew was still a method that could catch anyone off guard.
Shen Hao and his wife always found it easy to succeed. Swindling hundreds of thousands of yuan from a