Wu Ling didn't reply right away.
There had been so much going on over the past two days that I'd gone to bed before ten.
I fell asleep normally, my consciousness sinking into darkness.
When I woke up, it was already light out. My phone showed six o'clock.
I hadn't dreamed, and nothing unusual had happened during the night.
Wu Ling had replied in the early hours of the morning, saying that they'd returned to the country. They wanted to meet me about the wound on my finger.
I arranged to meet her after work today.
I yawned and checked the time. I was getting sleepy again.
My alarm hadn't gone off yet. I closed my eyes, hoping to doze a little longer.
The moment I shut my eyes, I felt that something was wrong with my body.
I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar room.
This was some kind of venue. Beds had been laid out on the wooden floor, and boxes and camera equipment were stacked in a corner.
After a brief moment of surprise, I recognized the person I was possessing.
Director Otsuka.
I pressed a hand to my forehead.
This guy just won't leave me alone.
Well, I had to enter the dream anyway and find out what had killed them.
I looked around, but still couldn't find Ye Qing.
Someone entered the venue.
It was the male lead, Furukawa Kazuma.
Furukawa called out to Director Otsuka.
The director had been looking at his phone, messaging some influential acquaintance in hopes of resolving the problems that had arisen on set. That was all I could glean from his thoughts and message history.
The director himself seemed distracted.
He was scared.
The women had all suffocated in the unlocked bathroom while taking a shower. Not one