Urban Tales of Demons and Spirits

"After our family's affairs have been resolved, you can go back. Bayi? Chinese website WYW? W ?. 8? 1? WW.COM" In a strange atmosphere, I stiffly opened my mouth.

"Of course. Or am I still living in Beining? The old house and Bai can't be left unattended."

Wen Jiubai said in a natural tone. But if you think about it, it's a matter of course. Wen Jiubai and I were originally different people. Meeting him was just an adventure that I went to school in a foreign land. Until now, this adventure has come to an end.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiubai quickly said again, "Of course, you will go back with me at that time."

"How is it possible, don't be stupid." I said disapprovingly, "my mother has already completed the withdrawal procedures for me, she must not let me go to school again."

"It's not necessarily the case until now." Wen Jiubai smiled. "Besides, this incident in your home may not be solved when."

When Wen Jiubai said this, I couldn't help worrying about the strange mother-in-law, and whispered, "Is that monster called" 魍 魉 "so difficult to get rid of?"

"No, it's just an inferior monster." Wen Jiubai retorted me unexpectedly. "It's similar to the kind of monsters who hear your name behind them and can't look back when they walk the night. I have also dealt with it. Several sloppy commissions were not difficult. "

"Why this time--" I asked eagerly, but was interrupted by Wen Jiubai's eyes.

"This time the situation is a little more complicated." Wen Jiubai spread his arms. "Even the weakest monster must know its parasitic ground. But we don't even know who it is now, naturally The wise demon master can't get rid of it. "

"If you can't figure it out, try hard to figure it out! This kind of thing-" I said half of it, but suddenly I stopped.

Wait, what did Wen Jiubai just say?

There was something messy in my mind, and it was because Wen Jiubai was always saying something that was supernatural, making me wonder what he meant. But there is something wrong, and this thing has been wrong from the beginning.

"Wait. What did you just say, can you say it again?" I looked up sharply at Wen Jiubai. Although the latter had an inexplicable look, he still remembered it.

"... No matter how clever the demon master can be," Wen Jiubai said.

"No, no, just one more sentence." I waved my hands wildly.

"That is,‘ but we do n’t even know who it ’s parasitic on now ’?”

"Yes! That's the sentence!" I called, looking at him seriously, "Why do you say that?"

Wen Jiubai frowned, raising his arms, "I didn't tell you this from the beginning, did you? Ghosts originate from people's hearts. To drive them out, you must first ..."

"We need to start investigating from the heart first, I know." I asked eagerly. "But isn't the person who was parasitic is not my niece?"

Wen Jiubai's brow frowned even deeper, and he shook his head. "No, I haven't said from the beginning to the end that your sister-in-law is being parasited. Although she looks a little crazy now, she may just be demonized The influence or other physical reasons are not crazy because of the possession of the cricket. If so, I would have killed that cricket as soon as possible. "

I stared at him dumbfounded, as if a bomb exploded in my head.

Not a concubine.

It is not my aunt who is possessed by the aunt.

But Wen Jiubai said that there was a cricket who had been entangled in my house for a long time and would not leave.

In this case, is there someone else with the captivity?

For a moment, my mind flashed through the faces of many people: my mother, uncle, second aunt, second cousin, cousin ... Could it be that one of them is being possessed?

No, that's wrong. If she is not possessed by a ghost, why is she so crazy and so abnormal?

Just when I was puzzled, Wen Jiubai said something suddenly.

"Did your doctor check her throat when she first entered the hospital?"

I froze and nodded, "Yes, the doctor also said it at the time, my mother's vocal cord seems to be a little problem ..."

"So has she had this problem before?" Wen Jiubai asked sharply.

"I, I don't know ..." I stammered, "I don't often come to my wife, but in my memory, it doesn't seem to be ..."

"Okay, then the last question." Wen Jiubai looked at me seriously, and asked, word by word, "Is that vocal cord problem that will make your mother-in-law unable to speak properly?"

A buzz in my head seemed to think of something, but refused to acknowledge that fact, "What do you mean?"

"Don't understand yet?" Wen Jiubai whispered, "Since your aunt is not the one possessed, then she is the one persecuted. The person who is actually possessed destroys her throat and prevents her from speaking That's why she made all kinds of crazy moves to attract your attention desperately. I have noticed before that the bruise on her forehead is not like she hit the wall by herself, but more like someone holding her. Hit his head against the wall. "

I was so speechless in surprise, "How, why ... why did that person do that?"

"In the beginning maybe it was just to keep her from saying anything unnecessary. But now ..." Wen Jiubai groaned. "She's already too much trouble. That person may change his mind, and always let the poor old man say no Talk. "

Wen Jiubai and I rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, we were not far from the hospital, so we went upstairs breathlessly and went straight to Aunt Niang's ward.

It was early morning, the quietest time in the entire hospital. Except for some trembling inpatients and quiet doctors on duty, no one was visible throughout the building.

Therefore, the loud noise and hoarse screams of things falling at this time seemed particularly harsh.

There was a bad feeling in my heart, grabbed in front of Wen Jiubai and opened the door of the ward.

Then, the scene inside left me completely astonished.

My second aunt, Zhang Shanqiu, first stood in the eye. She stood on the ground with one foot, and stepped onto the bed with a white coat on my body that I thought was pretty. At this time, all of it was covered with blood and made Her clothes were all red. A bright knife was held high in her hand, and blood continued to drip from it, reflecting the wry smile on her face.

And my auntie was lying on the ground, writhing in pain, and seemed to be fleeing from the hospital bed, but I can see that she had been hit by the knife several times on her legs.

The auntie looked up hard at me, her eyes filled with fear, anger, pain, and anticipation for help.

Wen Jiubai is right, that ... it can never be the look that a mad person would have.