I Close My Eyes at Crime Scenes, and the Homicide Squad Keeps Pulling Me Back to Reality

Lin Chan, an outstanding graduate of the Central Academy of Fine Arts, wanted to enjoy one last taste of poetry and faraway places before becoming a wage slave. On her first day at a guesthouse, she got death and faraway places instead. After a string of nightmares, Lin Chan was convinced the place was haunted. She packed up and ran, only to discover that the nightmares had already latched onto her and wouldn’t let go. Every time she dreamed, she saw a huge, bloody mess. Lin Chan couldn’t take it anymore, and with nowhere else to turn, she resolutely called the police. Female officer: “You’re saying you dreamed about a murder scene?” Lin Chan: “Yes.” Before the officer could arrest her for making a false report, other officers burst in, announcing that a murder really had taken place at the guesthouse Lin Chan had reported. Female officer: “?” I can’t believe I actually fell for that! When she arrived at the crime scene, Lin Chan discovered that touching objects connected to it automatically triggered a flashback to the past. She felt the victim’s despair, helplessness, and pain as if they were her own. With Lin Chan’s help, the baffling cases were gradually unraveled. By sharing the victims’ experiences, she identified the murderers and found where the bodies were buried. She hadn’t even had time to celebrate the prospect of getting a good night’s sleep when... She took a stroll up the mountain and stepped on a button. In an instant, time rewound again, and this time she saw the murderer’s face. Lin Chan: “!!!” Are you going to let me live or not? Not sleeping well really can kill you. At the end of her rope, Lin Chan pulled out her sketchbook and slapped it down in front of the female officer. “This is the murderer. You can’t go wrong if you look for someone who matches this.” One case after another was solved, and Lin Chan’s reputation soared. By the time she made it into a police uniform, she felt like she was dreaming. So, what do you do when your job has nothing to do with your former career?! A provocatively handsome man, bare-chested, leaned against the doorframe. “I heard you wanted me to model for you?”