My daughter has been possessed.

Chapter 55 We have a daughter!

Originally, Li Jiuhe would not have been able to recall the morning bell of the second day of the seventh month in this dream, but that slight connection reminded him at this moment.

This suddenly opened a crack in his previously untapped memories.

He paused for a moment, looked up at the clock on the wall, and then walked over.

He tried to see the time on the wall clock clearly, but found it was all blurry and couldn't be displayed clearly no matter what he did.

He then picked up his phone, which was on the dining table, wanting to check the time and the messages on it.

He quickly became certain that he had seen it clearly; it showed 7:30 a.m. However, when he looked at it a second time, he found that the time had changed to 5 p.m.

"This isn't the real world, nor is it the space of the Morning Bell at 27." Li Jiuhe had a guess in his mind. "I might be dreaming! But why does this dream... feel so vivid?"

The moment the word "dream" appeared in his mind, he immediately reached out and pinched his nose, while simultaneously closing his mouth tightly to prevent himself from breathing.

After a while, I found that I didn't feel any difficulty breathing at all.

"It really was a dream!"

Li Jiuhe was certain in his heart, but at the same time another question arose in his mind: what was he doing before he went to sleep?

This part of his memory is also very vague.

Standing in the living room, I tried hard to recall the keywords I had already captured.

The Morning Bell of February 7th, investigators, trackers Luo Shuo, Chen Zhenghai, and Xu Wei, and...

"Nightmare!"

When the words "Nightmare" appeared in his mind, it was as if an invisible barrier had been broken, and Li Jiuhe instantly remembered everything that happened before he went to sleep.

He was indeed dreaming, but he wasn't sure if the dream was his own or related to the nightmare.

Just then, an overwhelming sense of fear surged into her heart, the source of which was the bedroom the mother and daughter had just entered.

Li Jiuhe looked towards the bedroom and couldn't help but walk over.

As they approached the bedroom door, this inexplicable sense of dread grew stronger and stronger.

Standing at the door and looking inside, he saw his wife, Lin Fengya, lying on the bed, her body curled up, her limbs bent at an unbelievable angle, and her mouth and nose covered in blood. She had been dead for some time.

This scene was exactly what Li Jiuhe witnessed at the car accident scene, a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.

If he hadn't regained his memory and realized he was dreaming, he might have been terrified.

But because he was on guard beforehand, when he saw his wife's dead body, he was only deeply shocked, but he knew that none of this was real.

However, he was also well aware that he had never dreamed of his wife in the past three years, let alone of the way she looked when she died.

Therefore, he speculated that the Nightmare was probably already controlling his dream, but he was currently the only one in the environment and could not yet find out where the Nightmare was hiding.

The bed contained only his wife, who had died tragically; Li Yi, who had just entered the room, was nowhere to be seen.

Li Jiuhe went into the bedroom, peered under the bed, and saw nothing.

Just then, a sound came from the closed wardrobe. Li Jiuhe stood up and glanced at the corpse on the bed. He saw that the wardrobe door on the other side of the bed had been opened.

However, after a small gap, the wardrobe door remained still.

Looking from this direction, the wardrobe is completely dark; you can't see anything inside.

Remembering that he had defined the task before going to sleep, Li Jiuhe deduced that if he were scared to death in his dream at this moment, he would reset the task to the moment he woke up and then fall asleep again.

In this case, dreams after falling asleep have too much uncertainty, and may not even be the same dream as the current one.

He currently has two time anchors left. After realizing this, he immediately tried using one of the time anchors to set the reset point to this moment.

This way, if the task is reset, he can choose to reset to the very beginning of the task or to the current time anchor point.

The time anchor point was set successfully very quickly.

This means that even in a dream, as long as it is within one's own task process, the time anchor point can be reset.

With her worries slightly relieved, Li Jiuhe looked again at the half-closed wardrobe door.

Then a pale little hand slowly emerged from the crack in the cabinet door. The size and shape of this hand seemed to be Li Yi's.

After revealing four fingers, the pale little hand gripped the edge of the wardrobe door.

Li Yi's voice came from inside the wardrobe.

"Daddy, Daddy..."

Even though he knew he was dreaming, everything around him seemed too real, and Li Jiuhe still couldn't help but get goosebumps.

His dream must have been controlled by the nightmare, because this bizarre scene before him was something that could never happen in his mind.

According to the Bureau of Investigation's speculation, the deeper the damage a nightmare inflicts on the dreamer, the faster the nightmare's abilities evolve.

"Li Yi?" Li Jiuhe asked, "What are you doing in the closet?"

"Dad, did you kill Mom?" Li Yi didn't answer him, but her tone was eerie. "Come here and tell me, did you kill Mom? Look at Mom, she died so tragically..."

An eerie sound came from the gap in the wardrobe, and a pale little hand gripped the edge of the wardrobe door without moving.

Li Jiuhe resisted the urge to get closer, unable to bear looking at the corpse on the bed any longer.

He now suspects that Li Yi at this moment might be the Nightmare in disguise.

"Dad, come here. Tell me yourself, did Mom die because of you?" The voice continued from inside the closet.

Li Jiuhe shook his head: "You are not my daughter, I... have no daughter."

"Come here, come here, Dad... no, Li Jiuhe..." The voice began to sound urgent.

As soon as the words left his mouth, the small hand gripping the edge of the wardrobe door was visibly rotting. The pale fingers turned charred black, and then the skin and flesh peeled off, revealing the bloody and mangled finger bones.

With a whoosh, the finger bone suddenly retracted into the wardrobe.

The next second, the wardrobe door, which had been kept just a hand's breadth away, suddenly swung open, revealing a pitch-black space from which nothing could be seen.

Li Jiuhe subconsciously took a step back.

Before long, a small, bloody hand emerged from the darkness and beckoned to Li Jiuhe.

"Li Jiuhe, come here..."

Li Jiuhe felt his body going numb with fear. Just then, he heard a rustling sound coming from the bed behind him.

Turning around quickly, I saw the twisted corpse twitch a few times, then begin to tremble.

Lin Fengya tilted her head back slightly, her throat gurgling, emitting strange guttural sounds.

Seeing this, Li Jiuhe clenched his fists.

However, he didn't know if his evolved body could be effective in this dream.

Suddenly Lin Fengya opened her eyes and stopped making noise. She struggled to raise her head, her gaze first falling on the dark wardrobe space, and then shifting to Li Jiuhe.

"Nine Grains".

Li Jiuhe saw that her mind suddenly became clear, as if she had been resurrected.

He was somewhat surprised, but dared not approach for a moment.

Lin Fengya seemed to have broken free from the strange control. She tried her best to maintain her conscious state, her lips moving slightly, her voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"Jiuhe, remember this: we... have a daughter!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind swept out from the darkness of the wardrobe, and the corpse on the bed instantly turned into dust and vanished.