Chapter 4

Lily was dead too!

What on earth was going on!

I thought of that dream again.

If once was a coincidence, what about twice?

Why did I kill Zack and Lily in my dreams, and in reality they died the same way?

Faced with Lily's mother making a scene, Miss Foster was also helpless:

"I completely understand how you feel right now, but our kindergarten teachers have no reason to harm their own students, and the police have also ruled out our kindergarten as suspects."

A mother who had lost her child couldn't care about any of that.

She cried hysterically, looking viciously at everyone present:

"Even if it wasn't your kindergarten teachers, what about these parents? Have they been cleared of suspicion?"

Someone protested:

"This whole thing is too strange! The killer couldn't have entered your home silently and killed your daughter, right!"

"As long as they're human, they would leave some traces, right!"

"What about your home surveillance? The fingerprints on the locks, footprints on the floor, and fingerprints on the child's body—don't any of these exist?"

His analysis was logical, but Lily's mother's expression went blank:

"There's only one faint fingerprint on the child's clothes. The police are still investigating..."

Two children had died in the same bizarre way.

No one knew the killer's motive.

Except for one fingerprint, the police had no other usable evidence.

This was like looking for a needle in a haystack—who knew how long it would take to find the killer.

However, the police learned from Miss Foster that these two children were good friends, so they preliminarily determined the killer was the same person.

After the day's events, I immediately checked my home surveillance when I got home.

Although I killed people in my dreams!

The surveillance showed that after I fell asleep, I never left the bedroom.

As long as I had this evidence, it could prove their deaths had nothing to do with me.

But in the afternoon, the teacher still called me to the school with one phone call.

The entire classroom was chaotic. Jessica was crying, while the other children kept cursing:

"Jessica Anderson's mom killed people!"

"Jessica Anderson's mom killed people!"

I pulled Jessica into my arms. After Miss Foster arrived, I finally learned what had happened.

She handed me a drawing:

"Nina, this was found in Jessica's backpack. I think you need to see this."

I tremblingly opened the drawing, and my anxious heart finally cracked.

Jessica had actually drawn my dream of killing Lily!

Whether it was the blue pajamas Lily wore before she died or that pink window, everything matched the dream.

As if she had witnessed it herself.

I was too shocked to speak.

I finally understood why the children were shouting "Jessica Anderson's mom killed people!"

But I really didn't kill anyone!

Miss Foster quickly comforted me:

"Nina, don't be nervous. I asked Jessica about it. She said this drawing was based on a dream."

Just as I was about to speak, Katie and Lily's mother burst in with the police:

"Officer, this is Jessica Anderson's mother. We suspect she's the one who killed our children!"