That night, the two police officers stayed at Jiang's house.
Song Jiajia feels safe and thinks that there is nothing to worry about with two police officers armed with guns at home for protection.
But Jiang Qingyue didn't think so. He knew that Dream Demon was killing someone in a dream, and the two police officers were in fact useless.
But the mother and son did not notice that the two Rice Nation police officers looked at Song Jiajia.
Full of desire.
And for the devil who plays with people's hearts, this is a fatal flaw.
It was already dark at night, so Song Jiajia asked two police officers to sleep in the second bedroom. The police officers would scream if something was wrong, and they would come over as soon as they heard. Song Jiajia thanked them repeatedly and said that they had worked hard.
Just like that, Song Jiajia and Jiang Qingyue slept in the master bedroom.
Two police officers had the same dream.
To be more precise, they all entered the same dream but did not know it.
In this dream, the two heard the scream of Song Jiajia, and then woke up at the same time, picked up their guns and rushed out of the door.
At this time, the light in the bathroom was on, and there was the sound of rushing water and the cry of pain Song Jiajia.
The expressions of the two police officers suddenly changed. Their professionalism prevented them from asking questions, thus avoiding alerting the enemy.
With a loud noise, the two people opened the door, and what they saw in front of them made their eyes wide open.
Song Jiajia was taking a bath, naturally naked, which made the hearts of the two police officers beat wildly, and the desires in their hearts were infinitely expanded.
The two of them swallowed and felt a rush of boiling blood going straight to their foreheads.
What's even more terrible is that Song Jiajia actually went against the previous behavior of a good wife and loving mother, looked at the two of them in an extremely uncharacteristic manner, hugged their thighs and rubbed them gently, and said in a seductive voice, "I'm sorry, I moved too much just now, I accidentally sprained my foot, and you misunderstood."
The dark-skinned police officer on the left couldn't help but stretched out his huge black hand and slowly slid it along her back. "Ma'am, actually you don't have to do it yourself."
The white-skinned police officer couldn't hold back and smiled excitedly, "Yes, if you need anything, we are happy to help."
Song Jiajia smiled sweetly, then gently closed the door, lying on the ground with his hands and knees under the shower head, smiling softly, "Who comes in front, who comes in the back?"
The two police officers barely escaped nosebleeds on the spot. They immediately laughed and guessed. Then the dark-skinned man sat down in front of her, while the fair-skinned man walked behind her.
In the bathroom, the woman's melodious voice and the sound of running water from the shower head seemed so clear in the night.
The two police officers always felt as if there was a demon whispering in their ears, driving them and hypnotizing them, making them trapped in it and unable to extricate themselves. Apart from doing that with Song Jiajia, they could no longer think at all.
But just when they were getting better, everything came to an abrupt end.
When the two woke up and realized that this was just a dream, they felt deep disappointment and endless desire.
They were unwilling and angry - why was it just a dream!
The two police officers felt as if a raging fire was burning in their hearts, almost driving them crazy, and their inner desires were infinitely amplified.
You can do it yourself, but it's not necessary.
Just recalling the feeling in the previous dream, the two of them were like Yin Junzi having a poisonous attack. If they couldn't complete the unfinished things in the dream, then life would be worse than death!
"Go ahead! She's very proactive, don't you know that?"
"Go ahead, how wonderful it would be to have your dream come true? How many people should you envy?"
"What's so scary? If you don't get her, it'll be more uncomfortable than dying, isn't it?"
The two police officers showed ferocious and crazy smiles, put on their sidearms, and walked toward the master bedroom together.
They kicked open the door to the master bedroom, instantly waking up the mother and son.
"Officer, what's wrong?" Song Jiajia turned on the light and asked, feeling a little uneasy but trying his best to stay calm.
"What happens? I'm going to fuc. k you!" the two police officers roared, and like irrational beasts, they rushed directly towards Song Jiajia.
The screams of mother and son broke the tranquility of the night.
The whole room was filled with screams, curses, smashing sounds, roars, and chaos.
Outside the window, a man wearing a top hat lowered the brim of his hat and let out a gloomy and slow laugh.
"Bang!"
The crisp sound of gunfire rang out.
In Song Jiajia's horrified eyes, Jiang Qingyue was shot in the shoulder, and blood gushed out crazily, soaking the pink nightgown.
"Don't fight, please don't fight!" Song Jiajia cried, actually kneeling in front of the two police officers, crying helplessly and desperately, swallowing all the shame, "I will listen to you in everything, please let my child go!"
The two police officers were very satisfied and immediately tore her clothes into pieces with a "hiss" sound.
But at this moment, Jiang Qingyue clutched the utility knife tightly and pounced on it like a young and ferocious beast.
"Pfft!"
The sharp utility knife stabbed the dark-skinned police officer in the neck.
Jiang Qingyue's eyes were filled with tears. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the blade. In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, splashing all over his face, as if it was burning his cheeks.
Song Jiajia's pupils contracted sharply, and he wanted to scream, but found that he couldn't scream at all.
Jiang Qingyue gritted his teeth and punched another police officer who had drawn his gun.
"Clang--"
The glass window was completely smashed, and the white-skinned police officer immediately flew out and fell on the street. His sternum was completely shattered, and he kept spitting out blood and organ fragments from his mouth. He made a painful and desperate voice. "No... it's not me... the devil..."
The intermittent words stopped suddenly, and the police officer immediately tilted his neck and breathed his last completely.
Jiang Qingyue dropped the utility knife in his hand to the ground and fell to his knees with a "pop" sound.
Song Jiajia hugged him, and both mother and son burst into tears.
Soon, the screams of police sirens and ambulances rang through Elm Street again.
Jiang Qingyue was not sent to the hospital, but the wound was treated and the bleeding was bandaged, and then he was interviewed by the police.
Although the two were forced to fight back in self-defense, no police officers were willing to protect them.
Song Jiajia's spirit has been severely traumatized, and the rest of the night was filled with nightmares like this.
As the mother of Jiang Qingyue, she collapsed and kept passing on her fearful emotions to her daughter. She was chattering, going crazy, screaming from time to time, and sometimes nervously humming that penetrating nursery rhyme.
She told Jiang Qingyue, never ever sleep, there are terrible demons in your dreams.
Jiang Qingyue cried and nodded, hugging her mother tightly, but heard the familiar low laughter.
Where is he holding Song Jiajia?
It is clearly Dream Demon.