Stella Grace’s eyes quivered as she stared intently at Jasper Milton. She wanted to see if he was lying.
He wasn’t.
He was more unfathomable than she was.
Had he been dreaming about her all this time?
Did he keep thinking about her?
Even though she had made up her mind to leave the past behind, this was still a heavy blow.
“We met once three years ago, on a train. You were concerned about my little finger.
Dreams may not be memories, but they might be things that you remember incorrectly.
There was a mentally-ill patient, telling a ghost story.
She said her husband’s mistress’ name was Anna Schultz,
and their daughter born out of wedlock was Rainie Miller.
But in actual fact, Anna was actually her daughter’s name, while Rainie was her daughter’s classmate’s name.
You recalled that the woman in your dream broke a finger. You subconsciously thought it was me. In fact, it might not be me,” Stella explained.
Jasper sat on the chair. “Okay, let’s start.”
Stella calmed her mind and tried to see Jasper as just another patient.
“Your memories before the accident three years ago were wiped away,” Stella began.
“How did you know I got into an accident?” Jasper squinted his eyes, alarmed.
Stella knew that she had slipped. “We used to know each other, didn’t we? I know something about you.”
Jasper accepted her explanation. “Okay, let’s continue.”
“What’s the last thing you remember? Can you tell me in detail? ” Stella prodded.
Jasper’s eyes were gloomy. “Killing, despair, and pain.”
Stella lowered her head.
In fact, the most painful thing for Jasper was her.
That must be why he wiped her away from his memory.
He chose to forget about her. But why should he start recalling those memories now?
It would just be a burden for both of them if he did.
Stella stopped knocking on the table. “If your girlfriend gave you a box, what do you think would be in the box?”
“There is no ‘if’,” Jasper said coldly.
“You are insightful and strong-willed, it’s not easy to hypnotize someone like you. Normally, I would give clients like you a pill.
Most of the time, the patients wouldn’t know its true effects, it lowers their mental defenses, making them easier to hypnotize.
But in your case, I think you would only be more cautious if I tried to feed you some random pill.” Stella took a white bottle out of her bag
and poured out a white pill. She put it in her palm and handed it to Jasper.
Jasper looked at Stella.
Stella smiled and said, “Are you afraid that I will poison you? This is your territory. I won’t be able to survive even if I poisoned you to death. I don’t want to die just yet.”
Jasper held the back of her hands and plucked the pill from her palm.
Stella’s body trembled and she withdrew her hand.
She felt electrocuted.
Her palm was still a little wet.
She rubbed her hands against her clothes.
Jasper glanced at her hand and felt displeased.
He quietly put the pill into his mouth, drank two mouthfuls of water, and swallowed it.
“You can start now. I wouldn’t let you do it if I didn’t trust you,” Jasper said.
Stella took out her phone and played some relaxing music.
“It’s a sunny morning. The breeze is blowing into your face. You smell a fragrant scent.
You take a deep breath and feel relaxed. Then you walk through a rose garden and come to a field.
The grass is soft. It’s so comfortable to step on it on your bare feet.
You see the back of a girl from afar.
She is wearing a white dress, sitting on the grass with bare feet too. You slowly walk towards her…” Stella kept her tone light. She gently looked at Jasper.
He had fallen asleep leaning back against the chair, frowning as though worried.
Stella’s eyes were filled with sadness. She continued, “You see the girl. She is beautiful, as beautiful as the person you dreamed about.
She says, “Jasper, sleep with me for a while.”
You lay on the grass, smelling the scent of nature under the sunshine, and fall asleep peacefully.”
Jasper’s brows gradually stretched out and he fell into a deep sleep.
Stella got up, took a blanket from the sofa, and laid it over Jasper.
She walked to the window and looked outside.
It was still raining, and the wind was blowing strong. The branches were shaking like a beast in fight mode.
Stella’s phone rang, and she quickly left the room. She closed the door and answered. “Hello?”
“Is it okay to talk to you now?” Greg Miles asked.
“Yes.” Stella walked toward the gate.
“We investigated according to the directions you gave us. We found Angie’s boyfriend, he is a fitness coach.
He was unaware of her death. He fell into intense distress when we told him about it.
He said that Angie gave him a box a few days ago. She told him if the police were to approach him, he would be safe if he passed the box to the police.
Would you like to come over and have a look now?” Greg said.
“Well, I’m on my way back to the hotel now. Can you take him and the box there?” Stella wore her shoes
and opened the door.
Lieutenant Shine was standing at the door, expressionless as a sculpture.
Jasper’s subordinates were indeed well-trained.
Lieutenant Shine was a little surprised when he saw Stella. “Where’s the chief?” he asked.
“He is resting. Don’t wake him up. I think he hasn’t slept well for a long time. Can you ask someone to take me back to my place?” Stella asked.
Lieutenant Shine was on guard so he went to the study room.
He was only satisfied when he saw the chief resting. He went out and said to Stella, “Inspector Grace, you’re good. The chief has been haunted by nightmares and insomnia for so long. I’ll ask someone to take you to your place.”
Stella nodded. “Thank you.”
The soldier took the route through street 51. He couldn’t go too fast thanks to the thunderstorm.
Stella finally arrived at the hotel after an hour ride. Greg and the others were already there.
“Why are you so late? Betty said that you left the scene very early,” Greg reprimanded.
“There was a flood on the road. I got stuck in the traffic.” Stella said as she stole a glance at the fitness coach.
He was handsome and strong but his eyes were red. “Is Angie really dead? How could this happen? She looked fine.”
“Can I have a look at the box?” Stella asked.
The fitness coach handed her the box.
Stella opened it, there was only a photo inside.
She had seen it before, it was in the drawer of the table next to Angie’s bed.
It was a photo Angie took with Jeremy Shine when they were young.
Jeremy held Angie in his arms, and they both smiled brightly.
“Does this photo mean Jeremy Shine is the murderer?” Greg asked.
“This means Angie committed suicide,” Stella concluded.