Chen Xu held the gun in his head, "I play two characters alone, I am the boss of the dark mysterious organization."

After saying that, he took out a stack of paper from his clothes.

His hands trembled slightly and laughed, "Look, this is the diary I wrote, which contains the plans of each of you."

Chen Xu smiled wildly with a smile on his lips: "It turns out that it is my other personality. He is trying his best to kill you."

He looked very happy and finally found out that the real murderer was!

He pointed a gun at his head, and then an excitement oozed out of his eyes.

"The murderer has been found!"

"Shoot!"

"Shoot!"

With a bang—

The moment the gunshot sounded, Liang Chaohua suddenly woke up from the bed.

He stared at him with wide eyes, as frightened as if he had walked out of hell.

The scenes in the dream are like personal experiences, making the scalp numb.

He got up in cold sweat and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was only late at night.

Over the past decade, this dream has been repeated over and over again.

Recently, it has been replayed almost every day, making him clearly realize that he can no longer hide the truth of that year.

He came to the bathroom and turned on the faucet in the washbasin, then washed his face cold water.

Looking up at yourself.

The eyes, the bridge of the nose, and the familiar face.

Liang Chaohua swallowed a sip of water in his throat, exhaled deeply as if he had lost his soul, and finally walked into the study.

He sat down on his butt and stared at the file bag.

The yellowed paper inside is the evidence left on that day, which is something that proves one's innocence and the truth of that year.

Tick.

Tick.

The pendulum clock hanging in the room was walking around second by second.
Chapter completed!