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One of the most unfortunate things about adult society is that no matter what happened the day before, you still have to do what you have to do the next day.

Like going to a funeral.

He Yang barely slept all night. However, I still had to get up early the next morning, knock on the door and call Mint out to wash.

Although Mint repeatedly refused He Yang to follow him to the funeral and let him take good care of his broken leg, He Yang still insisted on going.

For some reason, he had a strange premonition that something was definitely wrong with his cousin's death.

If it had anything to do with the mechanism, he'd probably see the south wind there.

He Yang thought.

Once He Yang became stubborn, how could Mint be able to beat him. The two of them had a simple breakfast and went to He Yang's cousin's house.

He Yang kept yawning all the way, until he saw the girl standing at the door before he entered the door. When he saw the girl, he yawned halfway and got stuck there, and he couldn't even retract his chin.

“...... Yuan Yuan?"

This city is too evil! You can't talk about people during the day, you can't talk about ghosts at night! Just after talking about this person yesterday, he saw her today!

The girl hid behind the old woman with the rabbit hand puppet in her arms, and looked at him with only one eye in her eyes, her eyes timid.

"Are you...... Who?"

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito. He Yang was also very reluctant to hear clearly. He smiled at her, and the girl seemed to feel the friendliness of it, and although she shrunk her shoulders, she cautiously poked out her other eye.

"We've seen each other twice before and this is the third time. He Yang bent down so that his gaze was level with Yuan Yuan's eyes, "Although you should have forgotten...... But I still want to say hi to you. ”

He nodded at the old woman.

"Hello Minister Xi. ...... are you here today?"

"I came with Yuan Yuan. The blind old woman touched the girl's head, "She is the last person to see Mr. Shi, so she should come and see her." ”

Mint was surprised, "She's the last person to see my brother-in-law?"

He Yang tugged at the mint sleeve and motioned for her not to speak yet, and then looked at Minister Xi.

"The one inside is my cousin, and the brother-in-law of the one next to me. So I want to ask, did Yuan Yuan just happen to be there? If not, why did she know my cousin?"

Yes, that's weird.

According to Nanfeng and Hua Xu, the basic principle of the agency is that the alien should keep his distance from ordinary people as much as possible. Although Yuan Yuan's ability is not too dangerous, it is troublesome to eat the memories of the people around her, and even if it is an alien, it is best not to associate with her...... And He Yang dares to guarantee that his cousin is definitely an ordinary person.

"Mr. Shi is the vice principal of the No. 9 Primary School, Yuan Yuan used to study in his school, but then she couldn't continue her education, so she dropped out. That day, she wanted to visit her alma mater, but I couldn't leave because of something, so I let her go by herself. I don't know why she ran into Mr. Shi. ”

"Then did she see the murderer?" He Yang asked.

The old woman shook her head: "She said she didn't know. ”

He Yang was silent for a moment and sighed.

"I can't help it. At this time, he didn't forget the mint standing next to him, and chose a more obscure statement, "After all, Yuan Yuan has amnesia......

He looked at Yuan Yuan and smiled at her.

"But don't you really remember anything about it?" he looked at her encouragingly, "even a little bit, do you remember what happened that day?"

Yuan Yuan hid her entire face behind the old woman this time, as if her whole person was about to shrink, and even her voice became quieter.

"I'm sorry...... her voice sounded like she was about to cry, "...... I don't really remember. ”

"Don't cry, don't cry!" He Yang panicked, "I don't ask, don't cry!"

The old woman still closed her eyes, took Yuan Yuan over, held her in her arms, and touched her head one by one.

"I'm so sorry. I'm a timid girl. "She's like a real grandmother talking to her granddaughter," too many people have asked her these days, and it scares her. ”

She patted the little girl's back soothingly, and under her patting, Yuan Yuan grabbed her tighter.

"Good, good. The old woman smiled kindly, "Don't be afraid, huh?"

He Yang only felt embarrassed for a while - he almost asked the little girl if she cried, what was going on?

It was mint who pinched him from the side, and showed a smile to the old and young in front of him.

"Have you worshipped, and if not, go in together. ”

The old woman said unhurriedly: "We have already bowed, and we are about to leave." ”

He Yang was even more embarrassed for a while, people were about to leave, he had been delayed for so long, Minister Xi looked different from Hua Xu, he was a busy man, was he really good like this?

...... As for why Huaxu is compared, that's another question.

He hurriedly got out of the way, and Yuan Yuan hugged Minister Xi's arm, half-supporting and half-relying to lead her out. As she walked past He Yang, the old woman suddenly opened her eyes and stared at him with those thick white eyes.

"When Nanfeng comes back, let her bring you to my house for tea. ”

She said with a smile.

"Yuan Yuan is a good hand at making tea. ”

He Yang was stunned, and suddenly remembered that Hua Xu had said that this old lady's ability seemed to be a prophecy.

Whether she really saw something, or simply mentioned it in passing, he was grateful for it. Even if it's just a good lip gloss, he hopes to see the south wind as soon as possible.

I don't know if I can see his thoughts, the old lady slowly closed her eyes.

"She's supposed to be here in the next few days. She added meaninglessly, "At least tonight, you can get a good night's sleep." ”

At least tonight's tense is in this limited tense...... Why does it sound so unsettling......

He Yang smiled dryly.

I don't know what the reason is, before Yuan Yuan left, she suddenly turned her head and glanced at the door.

He Yang followed her gaze and saw a boy standing in the shadows.

It was his cousin's son, Shi Hui.

He looked at them from afar, with no expression on his face. As if stabbed by his gaze, Yuan Yuan trembled slightly, put the rabbit hand puppet in front of his face, and grabbed the old woman's hand and got into the car.

Before He Yang entered the door, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

...... The rabbit changed.

When Yuan Yuan met the first two times, she was always holding a black rabbit's hand puppet.

But this time, she was carrying a white rabbit.

He Yang felt that he was probably thinking too much - maybe people just washed their hand puppets?

He stepped forward and patted his little cousin on the shoulder.

"Condolences. ”

At this time, only this sentence that has been said countless times is suitable for use here.

When the boy reaches this age, he grows up very quickly, and he already looks like a teenager. Shi Hui's figure is unique to young people when they smoke a tall, and when he bends down, he can clearly see two pieces of butterfly bones supporting his clothes. I don't know if it was because of the loss of his father or what, his expression looked numb.

He Yang couldn't help but be more worried.

The other side.

When Yuan Yuan opened the door of his room, he was suddenly stunned.

In the huge ceramic flower pot, there are many skull flowers planted in a patchwork manner.

With the spine as the flower, the skull as the flower, and the rib as the leaf, such a pot of white skull flowers.

Each skeleton has a different shape, like a hybrid between man and a wild beast, these skeletons have different horns, beaks, and fangs, and are so carefully inserted in flower pots that at first glance they look like some kind of exquisite work of art.

Flowers made of skulls should have no taste, but this pot of skull flowers has a strange aroma.

It was the smell of blood.

Behind her, the blind old woman opened her mouth strangely.

"What's wrong, Yuan Yuan?"

The little girl bent down and held the pot of skull flowers in her arms.

She decided to keep it in her room, along with the other flowers.

"Nothing. ”

She whispered.

"It's just that someone sent me flowers. ”

...... That unknown friend, send her flowers.

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