Kun Is Dreaming of Me

Shen Molin hasn't slept for seventy-two days. It's not that I don't want to sleep, it's that I can't sleep. I take caffeine tablets with food and spray cold water on my face at any time just to hold up my eyelids. Because he knows that as soon as he closes his eyes, he will be pulled in by those who "have not left cleanly" - look at the part they most want to let others see before they die, but are most afraid to let others see. He can enter three levels of dreams: the light dream to watch, the deep dream to play, and the next level is the "Beiming" at the bottom of the dream sea that even he himself dare not go to. Finding out the truth for a living person sounds respectable. But upon further investigation, he found that the memory in dreams would lie, and the real culprit was always a living person, and his own body, which had not slept for 72 days but was still alive, was an even bigger mystery. Until the night when the first case was settled, he went home and saw the house number changed from 302 to 303. No one feels wrong. For the first time, he asked himself: Am I awake now, or am I in whose dream?