The dream started with me and Watson descending down the stairs to the basement room. Small dirty hall, completely abandoned place, old papers, rotten stink, green and brown (mostly brown) visibility. I was half awaiting fog to come and eat us or Brad Pitt and Morgan Freeman coming.
Then I looked to the room on the right. Blood on the sheets. He was holding the girl there. There was a lot of blood for a small girl. She was not there. I do not know if she´s dead or not.
Came back to the hall. Started to shake my head furiously. It helps to go through to the other side, so I could see with his eyes. Saw that it is my younger detective? Or not? I am not sure. Came closer to the mirror. Saw something in the mirror and I don´t know what it was but after that it just stopped.
I thought that he got the flat for someone else through someone else, whom he latter killed, so the only one who knows his face is the girl. And maybe me. But I am not sure what I saw.
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