However, Cao Mei suddenly stopped as she stared at Jiang Dashan's chest. She said firmly, "Uncle, your heart is black. It's useless."
"No, ah, ah—!" Jiang Dashan screamed as he opened his eyes. He couldn't move at all and was drenched in sweat.
After waking up, Jiang Dashan realized that he was still in the hotel room. There was no murderer or Cao Mei here. Everything was just a dream.
Jiang Dashan heaved a sigh of relief and felt that his mouth was dry. He reached out to his side, wanting to take the glass of water he had placed on the bedside table before sleeping.
However, Jiang Dashan couldn't reach it. Suddenly, a hand reached out from under the bed and grabbed the glass. It threw the glass of water at him.
The glass hit Jiang Dashan's ribs. He grunted in pain and sat up in bed.
He turned his head toward the bedside table and saw the hand.
