27 Days After the Burial, the Deceased Wife Asked Her About Her Dream

On the 27th day after the burial, I dreamed every night of my deceased wife standing on a grassy slope soaked to the skin: "I'm not buried here." But my in-laws forced me to transfer the marital home, saying it was my deceased wife's last wish. When she was about to sign, her twin sister came to the door with old files, and female forensic doctors, female lawyers, and female community police officers entered the office one after another. On the day of the excavation at Huangcao Slope, I realized: It was not a dream, but she was trapped in the darkness and asked me for help.