I asked, "So you've never forgotten to go one day?"

Luo Xinqing recalled carefully, then nodded and said, "There shouldn't be." ”

I couldn't help but wonder a little in my heart: "Then why did you forcibly drag Zhang. Why is my second uncle going to listen to the old lady's story? and even beating him up for it?"

Luo Xinqing shook her head and said: "I can't tell clearly, I just have a hunch that if the old lady doesn't listen to the old lady's story after meeting, something very bad will happen." ”

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, this woman's intuition is really amazing, and her luck is too good.

According to the survey report on the list, the "storyteller" almost 100 percent of the way to a stranger will say the same thing, "Young man, do you want to hear me tell you a story?"

Once you hear that, then your only option is to listen to her finish a story.

If you reject her, or choose to ignore her altogether, the "storyteller" will become sad for the next few minutes, and when the sadness builds up to a certain extent, a black mist will be released from her hollow eye sockets.

The fog will find you and envelop you, and you will be shrouded in loneliness and despair, and you may end up with severe depression or autism.

According to continuous observation, 90% of people will eventually choose to commit suicide, and the remaining few will never be cured of their mental illness. The whole process is irreversible.

And the reason why Luo Xinqing's luck is good is because of another characteristic of this deliberate phenomenon.

Studies have shown that the grandmother's words seem to have some kind of hypnotic energy, she can pull the mind of the listener into the world of the story, making him think that he is the protagonist, whether it is a psychological state such as mood, or a physical state such as pain and hunger, it will be shown in the listener one by one.

And this is another danger that "storytellers" can be dangerous - usually, the stories told by grandmothers are very healing fairy tales, similar to children's bedtime books.

In some experiments, the grandmother sometimes tells some more thrilling stories, such as the brave man and the evil dragon in the west, or the legend of the fox fairy in the east, etc., these stories are barely acceptable, but they are nothing more than goosebumps or a cold sweat after listening to them.

But in the very few investigative reports, someone has heard some horrific stories told by the old woman, and we don't know what she is telling, because the researcher who listened to the story began to bleed all over his body in the middle of listening to the story, as if he had been pricked with countless needles, and in the end even his limbs were cut off, his tongue was ripped out of his mouth, and even as if he had been scorched by fire, and the whole person became a black charred corpse, and we speculated that the old woman probably told him a story about the eighteen layers of hell.

In other experiments, the researchers who listened to the story went into a frenzy, and there were many people who had a nervous breakdown, and some claimed to have hallucinated. From this, we can deduce the characteristics of the grandmother - everything she says, will happen to the listener.

And if what Luo Xinqing said is true, she has listened to one story every day in the past two years, then she should have heard more than 700 stories by now, and she has never heard a single story that is harmful to people!

When I told Luo Xinqing all these facts, the girl looked very puzzled, she shook her head and said to me: "There are only a dozen stories told by the old grandmother, basically some very warm little stories, and the most exciting may be a ghost story about carrying a coffin, but it is a story about filial piety, so the ending of the protagonist is perfect, and it will not hurt me." ”

Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly nodded in agreement: "That's right, this is the story she told me, when the scholar walked forward with the coffin on his back, and a hand came out of the coffin, he almost didn't scare me to death!"

"Only a dozen stories?" I couldn't help but wonder, "According to past observations, the 'storytelling grandmother' has a huge number of stories, and it is said that the one who holds the highest record has told more than 50,000 stories, and there are no duplicate stories, and even she is still telling different stories every day." At present, the individual with the fewest stories on record has mastered more than 900 stories, and she occasionally tells new stories. ”

Then it's a little strange, why did this "storytelling grandmother" only master a dozen stories?

A flash of inspiration suddenly occurred in my mind, and I said to Luo Xinqing: "You said that when I first came into contact with her, she was still a normal person, right?"

Luo Xinqing nodded and said: "That's right, but at that time she was just an ordinary lonely old man, because of her long-term irregular diet, which led to severe malnutrition, and she looked very thin, but she was definitely not what she is now." At least she still had eyeballs at that time. ”

I nodded, and said my reasoning, "Could it be because she's just completed her conversion because she's a 'young' 'grandmother', so she doesn't know as many stories as other 'old' people!"

I felt that this might be an unprecedented discovery, and I couldn't help but feel excited, I stood up and took out my phone, ready to call Mr. Zhang.

Luo Xinqing saw that I suddenly stood up excitedly, and took out her mobile phone, and couldn't help but ask with some confusion: "Mr. Wu, what are you doing here?"

While looking for Mr. Zhang's number, I explained to Luo Xinqing: "I'll call the leader and ask him to send someone to take the grandmother away." ”

Luo Xinqing's face changed suddenly, "No, she is my old man here, how can you make decisions on your own?"

I had already found Mr. Zhang's number at this time, and I was about to dial out, when I heard her say this, I put down my phone again.

I stared at Luo Xinqing's eyes and said to her very seriously: "Dean Luo, that old woman is no longer an ordinary old man, she is now a very dangerous special phenomenon! We don't know how this special phenomenon learns a new story, if she accidentally learns a more terrible story one day, can you guarantee that the tragic situation I just mentioned will not happen to you? It is too dangerous to leave her here! I called someone to take her away for the sake of your safety! I hope you understand me. ”

Luo Xinqing still didn't give up, "No! I don't care if it's dangerous or not, I've been taking care of her for nearly five years, she's like my relative, you can't just say take her away! I don't care what danger is! Even if it's dangerous, I have to accompany her to the end!"

As soon as I heard this, my brows suddenly furrowed, and my heart said How can this woman be so hypocritical, and my temper also came up: "Dean Luo, Miss Luo, to tell you the truth, in the laboratory of our headquarters, there has not been a case of natural death of the 'storyteller' so far! Do you know how many years have passed since the establishment of our laboratory? More than a hundred years? Do you know what this means? This means that you and you may not survive this old woman!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "You don't care about safety, you don't care about your own safety, and you don't care about the safety of other elderly people in the nursing home? Today there is a Zhang Xiaoshan who can touch all of them into that room, and tomorrow there will be Li Xiaoshan and Wang Xiaoshan! Can you guarantee that you can solve the problem perfectly every time like today?"

Luo Xinqing was speechless by what I said, so she could only stand there angrily without speaking, staring at me viciously with her eyes.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly stood up and played a round game, "Hey, Angkor, Angkor, don't be so excited! Where are there so many hills, hahaha... ”

He didn't move after breaking me twice, and then went to persuade Luo Xinqing, "Xiaoqing, Uncle Zhang, as an elder, has to persuade you a few words, and Wu Zheng is also good for you! Don't forget, my nephew is specialized in this work, and he is more experienced than you." 'Listen to the professionals,' don't you often tell me? Why don't you understand this truth when you come here? Quick, you both sit down and everything is easy to discuss, right?"

I looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with some consternation, how can this kid still talk in a set way now, persuade people to have a hand, this guy!

I glanced at Luo Xinqing and found that this woman was also looking at me, both of them sat down angrily, Zhang Xiaoshan poured hot water for the three of them, and beckoned: "Come on, come on, drink water." ”

I looked at him with a frown, "I said Zhang... Second uncle, why do you look like this is your home?"

Zhang Xiaoshan sighed and said, "Look at your child, I live here now, isn't this my home!"

I was just about to say that you kid can really speak in the vernacular, but Luo Xinqing listened to Zhang Xiaoshan's words, her eyes turned red, and she suddenly fell on the table and cried.

Zhang Xiaoshan and I were stunned, why did we still cry? I sat still and didn't move, Zhang Xiaoshan quickly stood up and walked to Luo Xinqing's side and began to comfort her.

Luo Xinqing raised her head and said to me while crying, "I just can't bear these old people who have been getting along with me day and night, their children are all working outside, and some don't even have children!

To be honest, listening to what she said, I also have some feelings, these old people are indeed very pitiful, and it is difficult for this girl to take care of so many old people alone, seeing the intimate arrangement in the old man's room, this girl must be the kind of person who is very warm-hearted.

I sighed and said, "Well, I won't call someone to take the old lady away for the time being, and you will still take care of her, okay?"

Luo Xinqing raised her head in surprise, "Really?"

I nodded, Luo Xinqing suddenly burst into a smile, turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaoshan who was standing beside her, a snot bubble suddenly appeared in her small nose, and Zhang Xiaoshan's face collapsed with a "wave".

Luo Xinqing's face turned red for a moment, and he hurriedly lowered his head to find a paper on the table and handed it to Zhang Xiaoshan, and kept muttering: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Uncle Zhang is sorry!"

Zhang Xiaoshan's face was expressionless, he looked down at the tissue handed over by Luo Xinqing's hands, and then looked at her blushing face and didn't dare to look at herself, stretched out her left hand to push the tissue away, and rubbed the fingers of her right hand back and forth on her face.

I frowned when I saw it, and couldn't help but ask, "Second uncle, what are you doing!"

Zhang Xiaoshan gently spit out two words:

"Wipe evenly. ”