90: The Real Daughter Has a Divine Calculation System

Chapter 2

It took the grandparents and grandchildren more than ten minutes to walk back to the subdivided flat.

There were a lot of people gathered downstairs, a cordon was set up, and several uniformed police officers were maintaining order.

When Wang Po saw Aunt Jia who lived downstairs, she pulled Anzi and squeezed over.

"Aunt Jia, what happened? Why are there so many police officers?"

Her back is still cold. Even though there are many people here, she still can't get rid of the chill.

When Aunt Jia saw that it was Wang Po, she immediately felt like she had seen a relative. She grabbed the skinny hand and said, "I was scared to death. I heard that Zhu Rourong was killed!"

Wang Po's expression was startled. She quickly raised her hands to cover Anzi's ears, and then asked in a low voice, "Really?"

Anzi didn't understand what was going on, but when she saw her grandma's face was shocked and frightened, she pursed her lips and grabbed Wang Po's clothes.

"It's true! The CID is here! It was Sister Zhu Rou who called the police!" Aunt Jia moved closer to Grandma Wang, her face still not looking good, "Today is July 14th, how could something go wrong tonight? It's really scary."

Anzi found that her legs, which were as thin as bamboo poles, were trembling slightly, and her hands covering her ears were also shaking slightly.

She pulled the hem of her clothes and called softly, "Grandma..."

Wang Po seemed to have just realized it. "So what are the rules now? Does it say how long it will take for me to go home?"

Aunt Jia didn't know the answer to this question either, so naturally she couldn't answer it.

After buying a lollipop for Anzi at the convenience store, the grandparents sat at the door and waited for about half an hour before the uniformed police informed everyone that they could go upstairs and go home, but they were not to cross the cordon to avoid disrupting the scene.

Wang Po was still frightened, and she took An Zi's hand and followed everyone upstairs.

When passing by Zhu Rourong's house, even if I deliberately didn't look over there, I could still catch a glimpse of the red on the ground with my peripheral vision, and I could smell the strong smell of blood at the tip of my nose.

Anzi turned his head to look at the two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, but Wang Po pulled his head back. She whispered to him, "Don't look around," and quickened her pace, pulling the little kid.

Only after she entered the subdivided apartment she rented and locked the door did Wang Po breathe a sigh of relief.

"Grandma..." Anzi sat on the edge of the bed and just as he opened his mouth, Wang Po covered his mouth.

She put a finger to her lips and made a "hush" sound. When she could no longer hear any noise from outside, she explained softly to Anzi.

"Your uncle Arong has returned to his hometown recently." After saying this, Wang Po didn't know how to tell the child the rest.

Anzi tilted her head, she suspected that her grandma had seen it wrong.

"Uncle Arong didn't go back to his hometown. I just saw him at the door and he even said hello to me."

Wang Po:!!!
"What did you say?" She almost couldn't control her voice.

People who live in subdivided flats know that even if you fart, the neighbors next door can not only hear the sound but also smell it. That is why people usually speak in a low voice. After all, no one likes their conversation to be overheard by their neighbors.

Anzi was frightened by Wang Po and trembled. She thought grandma was suspecting her of lying, and her little face was full of seriousness. "It's true, Uncle Rong is really at home, but he is as cool as grandpa, both of them are floating around. Grandma, has Uncle Rong become a superman?" In her few memories, only superman can fly.

She didn't understand anything, but Wang Po was almost frightened to death by her words.

Wang Po swallowed her saliva and looked around. She felt that the temperature in the small room seemed to have dropped by several degrees. It was clearly summer, but she felt as if she was falling into an icy cave.

After a long while, she trembled and dug out a wooden box with peeling paint from the bottom of the old wooden box under the bunk bed.

Open the box to reveal the yellow talisman inside.

The old woman, who had never believed in the old man, took out the talisman for the first time and pasted it behind the door, and bowed solemnly several times.

When I turned around, I saw Anzi staring at the wooden box as if thinking.

"Grandma, Grandpa said that the secret money at the bottom of this box is for you. What is the secret money?" Anzi pointed at the box and stretched his little head to look into the box curiously. "He also said that he would give me the things in the box. What are they? Can I eat them?"

Wang Po looked strange. She sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Anzi's expression. She found that she was not lying, so she asked her softly, "When did grandpa tell you that?"

Anzi answered as if it was a matter of course, "When we were burning paper on the street, grandpa said his house was leaking and the money grandma gave was not enough to repair the house."

Just when Grandma Wang was about to feel sad, she heard Anzi's next sentence. The little kid imitated the old man's usual tone and shook his head, "Oh, how come the old woman looks even older?" She was immediately furious and cursed with gritted teeth, "Why does the old lady look even older? Doesn't he know what's going on? An old fool!"

She poured out the contents of the box in a bad mood. There were several odds and ends, including a half-worn pocket watch, a small wooden sword the size of a little finger strung with a red string, and an old book with a dark blue cover that was still intact.

Wang Po was not very literate and she only recognized the last word "术" (Shu) on the cover.

I've heard from the elderly before that babies under the age of three can easily see things that ordinary people can't see. But Anzi is four years old now. Logically, she should have passed the age of easily seeing dirty things. With a skeptical attitude, she tried knocking on the bottom of the wooden box, and it sounded like it was really hollow.

She found a pair of scissors in a plastic basket with a missing corner on the cabinet nearby. She used the scissors to gently lift up the bottom edge. Without much effort, she pried open the bottom layer, revealing the colorful banknotes inside.

Wang Po's face turned pale, and she showed no joy at all in discovering the old man's private money.

"Anzi, tell me about your grandfather in detail."

Anzi was playing with the small wooden sword. The sword was very delicate and had a fresh peach fragrance. Hearing this, he had to tell his grandfather how he saw him today and repeat what his grandfather had said.

She has a good memory, and she repeated to grandma almost word for word what grandpa said today.

Wang Po was shaking violently. She still remembered what the old man said to her before he died. There would be successors and younger generations who could see the yin and yang. His An family would surely make a comeback. She thought he was too sick and confused, because in his last moments, An Laoqi could hardly even recognize people.

An Laoqi is a Feng Shui master. It is said that his ancestors were extremely powerful masters who could determine life and death with just one glance.

To Wang Po, he was just a charlatan. If he was really that powerful, how could he not have predicted that his son would be a bad boy when he grew up? Why would she have to work so hard to pick up garbage and raise a child at such an old age?

Those masters on TV read Feng Shui for rich people, and their appearance fees start with ten thousand. But he only brings back five or ten yuan for each work, and no more than fifty at most. It's her fault that she was blind and fell in love with his appearance. Now think about it, no matter how good-looking his appearance is, can it still make a living?

(End of this chapter)