Hit ghost

Chapter 45 The Hidden Child

Ragdoll?

Wen Liang's brows sank, so when she entered that room just now, the woman was indeed holding a dirty old doll tightly in her arms.

"That doll is your daughter Zhang Xingying's personal plaything. I can probably guess what's going on." Wen Liang rubbed his chin, turned around and squatted in front of Boss Zhang's son, "Little friend, is your mother seriously ill?"

Zhang Chi was probably caught off guard by the question, even if it was not obvious on his face, he was still on guard from the details of his actions.He retracted his toes, his neck was slightly stiff, and nodded towards Wen Liang.

"Will the child's mother regard the puppet as a missing... daughter?" Xie Jin pulled the corner of Wen Liang's clothes from behind, signaling him not to scare Zhang Chi.

"Depending on certain things, I think it's probably the case." Wen Liang reached into the skirt of his shirt, touched it again and again, and finally took out the missing person notice from the convenience store on Furong Street.

He unfolded the missing person notice in front of Zhang Chi. Although he still had a smile on his face, his tone became more serious: "Zhang Chi, you know that my sister is missing, right?"

The half-aged boy looked at Wen Liang, his expression was a little dull, Zhang Chi was not an ignorant child, he was already 13 years old, he could see the pain of his parents these days, and he would only feel powerless, because he was so busy Can't help.

Tears instantly stained the red eye sockets, Zhang Chi bit his lower lip desperately, unwilling to cry in front of his father and outsiders.

The young man's stubbornness stained his lips scarlet. Xie Jin couldn't bear to see Zhang Chi masturbating himself like this again, so he reached out to caress the other's tense cheek: "...don't blame yourself, it's fine."

He comforted him patiently, until Zhang Chi's mouth finally opened a slit, and weeping out of tone, Xie Jin then tried to wrap the boy around gently, and pat Zhang Chi on the back like a mother would do.

Ji Duan didn't say a word, he stood beside Xie Jin and watched. He always repulsed Xie Jin's kindness to other people, but this time he always felt something strange, and he couldn't explain it.

It's not a disgusting feeling, but what Xie Jin said, I always feel that he seems to be speaking to Zhang Chi, but also seems to be speaking to himself.

So Ji Duan chose to squat down, and with the same posture and tone, patted Xie Jin's back from behind: "Well, everything will be fine."

Xie Jin's back froze, he tried not to let himself react too much, only Zhang Chi in his arms seemed to notice something, and looked behind him.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic." Wen Liang ignored the actions of the two of them, and he rolled up the missing person notice according to the crease, "The most important thing right now is to find out about Zhang Xingying's personal safety, I need her cloth A doll is a guide."

As soon as Wen Liang said this, both Zhang's father and son looked at him at the same time, and Zhang Chi was the one who reacted the most. He got out of Xie Jin's arms, as if the crying person just now wasn't him, and instead focused on Wen Liang. .

"Really? Can a rag doll really find my sister!"

The corner of Wen Liang's clothes was once again grabbed by a half-grown boy. Zhang Chi's strength was not as good as Xie Jin's, and Wen Liang even suspected that he was going to be dragged over.

He knocked on Zhang Chi's forehead with his backhand, the force was just controlled to make a sound and the aftertaste did not feel too painful.

"Looking for a primer... It's too much, but it can be calculated whether she is in personal danger now."

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes, and said to Zhang Chi seriously, "You also know that your mother regards that doll as your sister. If a stranger like me takes the doll from her, it is tantamount to robbing her child. So, I would like to ask you to help Do me a favor."

"Let me get Yingying's doll?" Zhang Chi repeated Wen Liang's thoughts, and after thinking for a while, he agreed, "You are right, my mother has been holding that doll these days, let alone you, Not even my dad can come near."

As he spoke, he turned his head and glanced at his father. Boss Zhang was standing in the shadow, and his face looked particularly gloomy in the shadow.

Boss Zhang didn't agree or stop him. After a while, he just sighed: "My wife won't let me touch the doll, so I can only let Xiao Chi stay at home with her. If the Taoist priest really wants the doll As a lead, then I’m really not the best choice.”

"Then let this kid have a try." Wen Liang slapped Zhang Chi on the shoulder trustingly, "You can't grab it, and you don't want to irritate your mother again, do you?"

"Well." Zhang Chi's immature face was a little more firm at this time, which was brought about by his sense of responsibility as a son and brother, "I don't know, I will try to convince my mother, but not for too long. She'll cry a lot without this baby."

"That's natural, I can return it to her when I'm done using it." Wen Liang signed the ticket, and watched Zhang Chi walk to the door of the bedroom with a smile, "Go, boy."

Zhang Chi pushed open the bedroom door again. Behind this door was the small world he had been in for the past few days. He closed the door casually, separating his father and those who came to help find his sister just now. He looked straight at the woman in the room.

His mother's long hair was disheveled, and her face, which was originally called Furong Street Tofu Xishi, was full of fatigue at this moment, and her eyelids were red and swollen, no different from goldfish in a foam box from a roadside vendor.

Zhang Chi walked over and sat down quietly beside his mother. Looking at his mother's familiar face, he felt mixed feelings in his heart.

In his childhood memories, his mother was always smiling, and would stroke the heads of himself and his younger sister with bean-flavored palms, even if he would get angry, but that state was completely different from now.

The woman's spirit was obviously severely hit. She held an old doll that was crushed and deformed in her arms. The doll was a cloth bear with patches on its body. They all lost one.

She stroked the bear's head over and over again, her eyes full of kindness, as if this worn-out teddy bear was really her lost daughter, and she didn't notice at all that the boy beside the bed was worried about her son more than anyone else.

"Mom..." Zhang Chi shouted softly, "Stop touching the bear, you haven't eaten all day, are you hungry? Let me get you something to eat."

The woman seemed to have never heard of it, her body was still tightly wrapped around the doll, and she muttered indistinctly: "What are you talking about, what kind of bear, this is my Yingying."

Zhang Chi's expression didn't even change. He had heard too many such things these days, and he had gone from arguing a few words with women at the beginning to being numb now.

He looked at the woman in front of him and opened his mouth. He didn't know how to explain it, and he didn't know how to comfort him. He could only listen to her calling the doll by his sister's name over and over again. Hum a song.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, its fragrance and beauty are all over the branches, it is white and long and everyone praises it..." The voice is soft, as if calling the child's name, it is so plain but it seems that it will never go back.

Zhang Chi couldn't control his emotions any longer, a moment of sadness and grievance welled up in his heart, but he didn't forget his gentle instructions before he came in. He gently held his mother's hand with his thin, underdeveloped hand, and his face was full of tears. Tears and smiles coexist.

"...Mom, do you still recognize me? I'm Xiao Chi." Zhang Chi felt that even his speech was stained with tears, which was nothing, because he saw his mother stop and look at him.

There was doubt on the woman's face, but compared to just now, there was finally a glimmer of light in her eyes. I don't know if this is a sign of sobriety or pure doubt.

Zhang Chi felt that something was going on, so he didn't bother to wipe away his tears, so he hurriedly chased after him and said, "Mom, the willow tree outside the window is sprouting, I'll take Yingying to pick some magnolia flowers, and you can fry them for us when you bring them home, okay? "

Crispy magnolia flowers are my younger sister Zhang Xingying's favorite dish. Every spring when the magnolia flowers bloom, Zhang Chi will take her sister to find a tree with the most flowers and pick a pot full of magnolia flowers to go home.

And my mother would always process the flowers picked by the brothers and sisters, wrap them in batter and fry them until they were golden and crisp.

"Magnolia...is it spring again?" The woman on the bed murmured to herself, Zhang Chi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly repeated the proposal just now, and then he looked at his mother, waiting for her reaction.

The woman did not disappoint Zhang Chi too much, and a bright smile appeared on her face covered by her long hair: "Xiao Chi... go, pick more flowers, mom will fry them for you, and my sister ..."

She loosened her arms holding the doll tightly, hesitated for a long time, and handed the doll to Zhang Chi, "Take care of your sister, she is still a little doll, don't lose her."

"Well, I will." Zhang Chi took the doll into his arms, which even had his mother's residual warmth on it. He pursed his lips, and quickly said to the woman, "Mom, then we will go out."

"Be careful on the road." The woman stared blankly at her son retreating to the bedroom door, hastily opened the door and slipped through a gap. She stared at the closed door and murmured again, "Be careful on the road..."

Zhang Chi pursed his lips and rushed out of the bedroom. Seeing this, several people outside the house rushed forward. Zhang Chi stuffed the doll into Wen Liang's arms, and said in a muffled voice, "Hurry up, I promise she will return it in a while."

"I really got it." Wen Liang glanced at the young man's expression and didn't say anything more. He greeted Boss Zhang, "Boss Zhang, now that I have the primer, all I need is a drop of blood from your dearest relative. I know you too." I'm eager to find a girl, so let's start now?"

Boss Zhang replaced his answer with silence. He raised his hand and patted his son: "Xiao Chi, you go back to the house first, and come out after Daoist Wen finishes the exercises..."

"No, it's just fortune-telling, don't shy away from it." Wen Liang took out his set of tools from his bosom, then selected a relatively thick one from a set of silver needles, and waved it in front of Boss Zhang, "Zhang Boss, how about we start?"

"...Okay." Boss Zhang handed over his left hand, he turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it, but the pain he expected was not strong. The moment he turned his head, Wen Liang's hand had already started to drop a needle, and blood was as big as a bean. Beads oozed from the eye of the needle.

Wen Liang clasped Boss Zhang's hand tightly, turning him with his palm facing down, and blood drops fell into the glassware impartially.

After the preparations were completed, Wen Liang closed the glass cover and handed Boss Zhang a small piece of disposable alcohol cotton: "Okay, from now on, no matter what happens, don't interrupt me, don't make a sound, don't ask, all the conclusions are waiting for me to open my eyes." It will be revealed later."

After everyone nodded, Wen Liang lifted the lid of the glass vessel and dripped the thin blood from the bottom layer on the doll. He closed his gray-blue eyes and muttered plausibly.

Xie Jin was very close to Wen Liang, but even though he could barely hear what Wen Liang was saying, he couldn't understand what he was saying. This was probably some kind of person-finding spell from the Zhengyimao Mountain Shangqing Sect.

But looking at Wen Liang's usual unreliable look, he really won't lose the chain at critical moments.

Xie Jin thought of this, and the suffocation in his chest finally eased a little. Anyway, it is a good thing for the Zhang family to be able to know whether Zhang Xingying is safe through means.

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Wen Liang is still very reliable at critical moments