"Community surveillance shows that Ms. Wen has never appeared in the monitoring range since she left at half past six in the morning on July 3."

"The surveillance at the intersection of the expressway out of Beijing did not find Ms. Wen's vehicle."

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"Ms. Wen's car was found in Wanhua Plaza."

"Ms. Wen should have left Beijing in other ways."

"Transferred to the bus station, the train station monitors ............."

The pressure from above kept exerting pressure, and the public security officers in charge were busy, and at this time, there was no real-name system for tickets, so they could only rely on monitoring to find people.

As for Xiaoxiao, they are still staying at home, Wen Shiwen's brother came over to understand the situation once, and he didn't stay much, and he didn't feel resentful.

Xiaoxiao felt that the Song family and the Wen family got along in a weird way, and no one else was too worried, and Song Zhi didn't know about Wen Shiwen's disappearance, only Song Guangrui was so anxious that he was impetuous.

Song Guangrui was restless in the room alone, and when the door was not closed, Xiaoxiao went in and said, "Little uncle, your mother was taken away by a ghost." ”

"What did you say?"

Xiaoxiao walked in and calmly did it on the bed, "No matter if you saw anything when you were a child, you think it is true or false, a nightmare or a demon, I can only tell you that it is real." ”

Song Guangrui looked at Xiaoxiao vigilantly, "What do you know?" ”

"I don't like your mother, but after all, you are my uncle who is related by blood, and I don't want you to believe you or not." After saying that, she got up and left, she was not very enthusiastic about finding Wen Shiwen.

"Wait, I didn't mean that, I just wanted to know how you knew that."

"Follow me .........."

Xiaoxiao took Song Guangrui to the innermost room, and when he arrived at the door, Song Guangrui looked at the door lock that was violently smashed, "What's going on?" ”

"I smashed it, I just want to be sure of one thing." Entering the house, Xiao Xiao pointed to the offering table, "You see there should be something there, but it's gone." ”

"I know what's in there." Song Guangrui's voice was a little low, "There was an altar before, and in the jar was a child's skeleton" He will never forget that day, because of curiosity, he secretly ran into this room and secretly opened this jar.

After that, he only heard an exclamation and didn't know anything, and when he woke up again, his mother began to alienate and reject him, and he still remembered his mother's gentle gaze when he was younger, but since then he has nightmares every night, but he can't get the slightest comfort.

I remember once Song Guangrui woke up from a nightmare, crying barefoot and looking for his mother, he was indeed scolded and ignored, his father was often not at home, and his feeling at home was helpless and frightened, and at that time Song Lingyu accompanied him to comfort him.

"A child's skeleton?" Xiao thought about it for a while, but he didn't know what was going on.

"Can you find my mother?"

Xiaoxiao looked at Song Guangrui, "It's not good, you may be able to find it, you may not find it, I don't think your mother's life is in danger." Xiao Xiao paused and said, "There are also police, they will help find it." She still didn't want to risk the woman.

"I once asked a professor and he said it was probably a very old form of witchcraft."

"And the professor who studied this?"

"He just likes to study mystical cultures."

Xiao Xiao nodded, "What did he say?" ”

"He said that he had read in books about a resurrection ritual that required the blood of a man and a woman to conceive a child in some way, and that the child would be a dead baby, and the bones would be placed in a container for worship day and night, and that it could not be too far away from them, and that the man and woman would be resurrected when they died."

"It doesn't make sense, if that's the case, why would the ghost kid protect your mother."

"This resurrection ritual is risky, once something happens, the resurrected and reincarnated soul is likely to lose consciousness, then it is a simple soul, and as it grows up, it will develop feelings for people."

"Don't you think grandpa's body is because of that little ghost? Knowing so much, why don't you ask someone for help? ”

"I only think of this as a legend, let alone any powerful characters now? The flyover is full of deception. ”

Xiao Xiao shrugged his shoulders and went out of the room, saying as he walked, "Since you have feelings, your mother should not be in danger, then the little ghost may have asked your mother to take it away to avoid me." ”

"Hiding from you? Why is it hiding from you? ”

Xiao Xiao took off the scarf around his neck, although it had been five or six days, the purple and black bruises still hadn't gone down, "We had a fight, and I was slightly better." ”

"You fought with it? Can you catch ghosts? ”

"Sort of, but it's a small fight."

"Can you help get that little imp away from my mother? I felt that my mother was forced, and several times after she scolded me, I saw her crying secretly. Song Guangrui paused, "I don't think she was sincere enough to let the eldest sister and second sister go, I heard that my mother and your grandmother used to have a good relationship, but they ............ when something happened later." ”

Xiaoxiao doesn't have to think about it to know what happened, that is, her sister eloped with her sister's fiancé, and Xiaoxiao also heard her mother say that her grandmother was fostered in Wen Shiwen's house back then.

As for why Wen Shiwen and Song Zhi got married again, it is unknown?

"I think you should ask the professor if there's any way to crack this kind of witchcraft."

"Ah, yes, I'll go."

Song Guangrui ran out in a hurry, and Xiaoxiao didn't know whether to get involved in this matter, mainly because she felt that if the little ghost kept being a big threat to her family.

As for the witchcraft, Xiaoxiao just thought it was possible, and she couldn't believe it all, so she went to find her grandfather, and Song Lingyu was feeding Song Zhi apples in the house.

Xiao Xiao trotted to the side of the bed, "Grandpa, have you ever played any games before that require mixing the blood of two people?" ”

Song Zhi was stunned: "Why are you asking this?" ”

"I'm just curious, I'm interested in some culture, and I once saw such an article about this."

"You're interested in this too?" Song Zhi leaked a look of reminiscence: "When I was in school, I also liked to study these mysterious things, and we also formed a club. ”

"Going to school?" The little heart suddenly became a little more vigilant: "Is it a university?" What University? ”

Song Lingyu smiled: "Your grandfather and uncle went to the same university. ”

Xiaoxiao's eyes widened, "Is there another professor who likes to study mystical culture?" ”

"Yes, Professor Tan was often with us at that time, and I remember that once we restored the scene of witchcraft, it was me and Shiwen who carried out it under his guidance."

"Not good." Xiaoxiao got up: "Mom, do you know your uncle's mobile phone number?" Call my uncle and ask him to come back. ”