Li Qiang entered other people's dreams, entering in a form of consciousness, so in the dream, Li Qiang did not really exist, so Li Qiang did not breathe.

But this is different from the first-level dream. Li Qiang's entry into the second-level dream is based on the fact that Li Qiang truly exists in the first-level dream.

So in the first level of dreams, Li Qiang breathes, feels pain, and has flesh and blood. But in the second level of dreams, Li Qiang is just an observer.

Li Qiang was startled when he suddenly felt breathing in his ear. The last time he entered this woman's dream, Li Qiang saw another colleague. Now he felt strange breathing. It must not be someone else.

Moreover, the depth of his dream state is much greater than that of Li Qiang.

Li Qiang sensed the crisis and quickly looked around. Except for the two people who were busy moving the piano, there was no one else in the room.

Li Qiang felt that Li Qiang had to leave quickly, and the sense of crisis became more and more obvious.

Li Qiang didn't know who he was and couldn't see him, which made Li Qiang feel creepy.

With a breath, Li Qiang returned to Li Zongfei's dream. In the dream, Li Qiang was huddled in a dark corner of the room, with a gray blanket wrapped around him.

Li Zongfei and his wife were still sleeping soundly on the kang, and the room was very quiet.

But...who put this blanket on Li Qiang???

Could it be that the person who entered the second level of dream like Li Qiang also returned to the first level of dream?

Li Qiang once again felt horrified. In reality, Li Qiang quickly took off his glasses, completely.

Li Qiang sat up with a sigh, and another layer of sweat broke out all over his body.

Next to him, Li Zongfei was still sleeping soundly.

Li Qiang looked around subconsciously. There were only two people in the room, Li Qiang.

Li Qiang ran out of the house quickly and searched around.

Several nearby families have moved away, and the houses are already in dilapidated condition. Behind them is the parking lot, which is empty and no one else is around.

Li Qiang couldn't find anyone else, so he couldn't know who the person in the dream was.

In other words, his ability to act like a dream is much stronger than that of Li Qiang. He can easily act like a dream without getting close. If this is really the case, it would be simply terrifying.

Li Qiang returned to the house, squatted next to the piano, lowered his head and observed for a while, but could hardly tell anything unless the piano was moved away.

The piano was very heavy, and Li Qiang could not do it alone. He turned around and looked at Li Zongfei. He was almost asleep, so Li Qiang gently woke him up.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes with a confused look on his face. Looking at Li Qiang beside him, he might have remembered what happened.

He quickly came over and said nervously:

"Master Ye, have you entered Li Qiang's dream?"

Li Qiang nodded.

"Then why doesn't Li Qiang feel anything?"

He frowned, as if recalling the scene in his dream.

Li Qiang didn't want to explain to him, so he called him over, pointed at the piano and said:

"Let's move this out of the way. Is this where your disease is?"

"Ah? Piano?"

He still looked confused, but rolled up his sleeves anyway.

This thing was really too heavy, and it would definitely be impossible to lift it up, so he pushed it from behind, and Li Qiang pulled it from the front, forcibly moving it a little bit.

The mat on the kang was torn and torn.

"It seems to Li Qiang that your wife has not left... he probably has not returned to Shijiazhuang..."

Li Zongfei looked at Li Qiang with a blank expression. Li Qiang nodded and said:

"Just wait for Li Qiang at home. Li Qiang will be back soon..."

After saying that, Li Qiang left the yard, got on his motorcycle, and rushed towards Fatty Qin's home. Fatty Qin's home was in the northern suburbs of Fuxin City. Li Qiang had only been there once, so he remembered it clearly.

I rushed through several streets and passed through several alleys. In addition to this lonely city, I walked through a forest and finally arrived at Fatty Qin's yard.

There were several large cars parked in the yard, their engines roaring, and a group of tall and thick-looking people standing nearby. Fatty Qin was standing with his hands on his hips, shouting something at them in a flashy manner.

Li Qiang rode the motorcycle directly in front of him, almost hitting him and scaring him so much that he took two steps back.

Several burly men who did not recognize Li Qiang gathered around him. Fatty Qin scolded him as soon as he opened his mouth, but when he saw it was Li Qiang, he waved his hands in a hurry.

Those people took a few steps back, and Fatty Qin motioned for them to go back first.

He could clearly see Li Qiang's calm expression, and he should be able to guess that Li Qiang was looking for him for something.

On the way here, Li Qiang originally thought that Li Qiang should maintain a gentleman's demeanor and talk to him about the matter when they met. But when Li Qiang saw him for the first time, he immediately thought of the roasted child.

No matter who the letter belonged to, he was still so young and had not had time to truly appreciate the world, so he became like this.

Although Li Qiang did not know the details of the child's death, just from the dream in which he and Li Zongfei's wife moved the piano together to cover up the newly repaired marks on the kang, Li Qiang could conclude that he must be involved in this matter.

"You are worse than a beast..."

Li Qiang didn't know where he got so angry, so he raised his hand and punched him in the face.

In fact, he could see that Li Qiang came with bad intentions, but he never expected that Li Qiang would hit him.

So he was completely unprepared, and it hit him right on the bridge of the nose, causing blood to flow out all of a sudden.

The few burly men beside him wanted to rush over when they saw this.

Li Qiang shouted, turned around, and stretched out his hand to point at them.

Although Li Qiang was thin and small, they must have been frightened by the anger on Li Qiang's face. So they stopped and looked at Fatty Qin in front of them, not daring to step forward easily.

Fatty Qin still waved to them and asked them to leave.

"According to what Li Qiang said, let's do it in advance..."

Those people got into the car one after another and drove away with a rumble.

"In Li Zongfei's house, what happened to the child in the Kangdong..."

Li Qiang didn't want to beat around the bush with him, so he simply asked directly.

Fatty Qin's body trembled and he took a few steps back. He took out a roll of toilet paper from the car nearby and stuffed his nose.

While wiping the blood on his hands, he shook his head and sighed.

"I really can't hide anything from you..."

He seemed to be talking to himself.

He wiped the blood on his hands a few more times, raised his head, and looked at Li Qiang from top to bottom:

"Then you can't just raise your hand and hit someone in front of so many subordinates?"

When he said this, his mouth curled up slightly. The toilet paper stuffed in his nose looked like two cauliflowers at first glance.
Chapter completed!