Lao Du led me into the clinic office: "Xiao Wu, this is my sister-in-law, Dr. Xie Wanhua." ”

When Lao Du introduced me, he used the word "doctor", obviously with a hint of alienation from this beautiful doctor with outstanding temperament: "Wanhua, this is the warlock Wu Zhao I invited, I want to get back your sister's days." ”

Xie Wanhua, who was still smiling at us a moment ago, suddenly said with a sinking face: "Brother-in-law, after so many years, you haven't given up?" Still believing in things that are unrealistic? ”

Lao Du said in a deep voice: "Wanhua, I am investigating Wanqiao's case. Now, I've found ......"

Xie Wanhua interrupted Lao Du strongly, turned to me and said, "No matter what your purpose is, please go out and don't approach my brother-in-law, otherwise, I will call the police to arrest you." ”

I hugged my shoulders and sneered, "Sister, it seems that your brother-in-law is my employer, right?" What right do you have to drive me away? ”

Lao Du's face couldn't hold back: "Xie Wanhua, even if you don't believe in ghosts and gods, please be polite to my friends." Also, when it comes to the law, I know better than you. Is there anything wrong with me coming to retrieve my wife's relics? If you ......"

Xie Wanhua saw that Lao Du was about to turn his face, so she looked at me and said, "I can tell you very clearly that Du Zhengming is not only my brother-in-law, but also my patient. He has been suffering from severe mental illness since my sister died. The so-called diary is nothing more than something he wrote unconsciously, and you don't need to make a diary idea. If you have to take the diary, you can go through the legal route. ”

Xie Wanhua looked at me and said, "However, I want to remind you that before going to law, I will choose to explain your identity to my lawyer, Charlatan. ”

I looked at the other party with interest: "It seems that Dr. Xie looks down on warlocks, or rather, doesn't believe in the existence of warlocks, right?" Then I want to ask, do you know Zhu Yuko? ”

In ancient times, there was no medicine in Chinese characters, only witches. At that time, witchcraft and medicine could be said to be interconnected. Although there were healers in later generations, the means of curing diseases with spells in Wumen were retained, that is, the Zhu You Branch in the thirteen departments of Chinese medicine, also known as the Curse and Forbidden Department.

Xie Wanhua smiled: "Of course I have heard of Zhu Youke, and I have even studied Zhu Youshu. According to the current medical interpretation, Zhu Yuke also belongs to the category of psychotherapy. ”

Xie Wanhua's words revealed her bottom line, she may have learned the method of wishing for you, but she definitely didn't learn it all.

According to the saying of Shudao: "Wish" is also a curse, and "by" is the cause of illness. The concept of "Zhu You" is very broad, including forbidden methods, spells, blessings, talismans, as well as suggestion therapy, psychotherapy, hypnotherapy, music therapy, etc., as well as Chinese herbal medicine.

As for Zhu Youke's rules, I don't think Xie Wanhua may be clear.

I said in a deep voice, "Since you have learned Zhu Youshu, it is even better. According to the rules of the art path, you should know the consequences of blocking my trade. ”

Xie Wanhua smiled: "I'm not a person in the art path, and I won't tell you any rules." However, when it comes to rules, I seem to have heard my teacher say that there is a saying in the art path that 'reaching out is high', right? ”

I couldn't help frowning, "You want to reach out to me?" ”

To put it bluntly, it is to stretch out your hand and brighten the bottom to see who has more ability, and the losing side can naturally no longer touch the business.

"Can't you?" Xie Wanhua didn't wait for me to speak, "Of course, you can also insist that we go through the legal process." However, I can't guarantee who will win or lose. ”

I know that Xie Wanhua is scaring me, but I really don't have the patience to ask the official to get the diary back.

I said in a deep voice, "How do you want to try?" ”

"I'm certainly no match for you. I'm a little girl, so I'll take advantage of a big man like you! Xie Wanhua stretched out her hand and pointed to the recliner in the room, "You sit on the recliner!" If I succeed in hypnotizing you, please don't disturb my brother-in-law; Instead, I'll give you the diary. What do you think? ”

Hypnotism originated in the West, but there are similar spells in China, such as spiritualism, which is one of them. It's just that the secret art of soul dementorship is extremely domineering, so it has always been regarded as an evil art by the magic way. The gentle jutsu is recognized as an orthodox secret art.

My grandfather taught me how to fight against spiritualism, and if Xie Wanhua only learned a little bit of Zhu Yuke's fur, then I would have won.

"It's a deal!" After I turned around and sat down, Xie Wanhua walked over and took out a swing from my body and hung it in front of my eyes: "My eyes move with it......"

I looked at Xie Wanhua's eyes with a smile: "Do you think this thing is useful?" ”

But as soon as I met Xie Wanhua's gaze, I felt a slight shock in my heart, her gaze seemed to really have the ability to dementor the soul, and it was difficult to extricate myself from a glance, and I had a kind of trust in her from my heart.

Soon, I didn't know what I was doing, but Xie Wanhua's voice came to my ears: "Do you have a memory that has disappeared?" ”

"Yes!" I do have a memory that I can't remember, and my suspicion about this incident was after my father took me back to my so-called hometown. I remember that I was eight years old when I was in the first grade of elementary school.

But I always felt that some of the scenes of going to school seemed to be seen somewhere, but I couldn't remember anything. When I think about it, it seems that I can't remember anything about what happened when I was six or seven years old.

Xie Wanhua said softly: "Then do you want to know what happened to you at that time?" ”

I subconsciously replied, "Yes! ”

Xie Wanhua's voice sounded again: "Okay, you lie down, I'll take you back to the past." ”

Soon, something that I had forgotten about came to my head.

Many years ago, my family lived in a small, isolated mountain village, and at that time, not only my father, but also my father, my second uncle, and my third aunt. But later, my father and my second uncle were gone, because they received three ghost coins from my father.

At that time, my grandfather said that he had to pass on the three coins while he was still breathless.

Originally, my third aunt wanted the money, and my father and my second uncle also agreed, but my father said that he would not let go of anything, and finally my third aunt ran away from home and never came back.

Not long after my third aunt left, my father vomited blood because of the urgency. At that time, he saw that he was about to die, so he trembled and handed a palm-sized leather bag to my father, telling him to guard that thing, which was the life of the old Wu family.

At that time, everyone thought that my grandfather was no good, and the doctors in the township came to see it several times and said, "Let's prepare for the future", my second uncle even got the old clothes for my father, and the coffin was parked in the yard and waited.

But my father just didn't leave, and this support was more than half a month.

There are no women in our family, just a few old men, and they usually don't know how to save money, and there is no land at home, so they have to stop when they stop talking. My father saw that there was really no rice in the house, so he asked my second uncle to watch my father, and he went out to find work by himself.

My dad is a coffin beater, and according to the rules on our side, when the coffin is ready, someone has to lie down in it to try to feel comfortable. Generally, the coffin maker does not try the coffin, because it is taboo, which means that he makes the coffin for himself.

Find someone to try the coffin to seal the red envelope, to go to the bad luck and ask for good luck, this red envelope has to be the coffin craftsman, because people try your craft. However, if the coffin maker lies down, the red envelope has to be paid by the owner.

My father lay himself in a coffin in order to earn more money. According to the rules, the person lying in the coffin has to turn over three times, lie flat, on both sides, and then lie flat before he can get up. As soon as my father's face turned over for the second time, a mouthful of blood spurted out of the coffin, and his eyes widened and he swallowed.

The family had no choice but to carry the unsealed coffin back to my house according to the rules. I cried so hard in the yard that my grandfather sat up from the kang and walked out of the yard without even a stick, and exchanged the high-quality longevity material that my father had prepared for him for the thin wooden coffin that was not even painted, so as to fool the family away.

At that time, I saw my father pull out three coins from my father's clenched fist. When the money was gone, my father's eyes were closed.

At that time, my grandfather didn't say anything, so he asked my second uncle to take care of my father's funeral.

But on the day of the burial, my father covered my father's coffin with a kang mat made of reeds.

Although I was not big at that time, I also heard my father say that it was taboo to spread a kang mat on the coffin.

The mat on the Northeast fire kang is to dissipate heat, so the reed pole is used to weave the kang mat, no matter how it is made, there must be a seam on the kang mat. The elders said that the coffin was covered with a kang mat, which was to let the ghosts drill the cracks of the kang mat when they came out, and the ghosts had to drill 3,600 kang mat cracks before they could come out, and they had to drill back one by one when they went back. The kang mat on the coffin has the same meaning as not letting the ghost come out, but the means are not so intense.

I said that I would not let my father spread the mat on it, but my father did not listen, so he dragged me aside and filled the pit with earth. Because of this, I was so angry that I didn't talk to my grandfather for more than a month.

Later, my second uncle told me that my father had laid out the kang mat in order to dispel the anger on my father's body.

My second uncle never lied to me, so I slowly talked to my grandfather, but he never explained anything himself.

After another half a year, my second uncle wanted to talk about his daughter-in-law, but my father said that he would not let him marry someone else's daughter, so angry that my second uncle cried several times, but my father just gritted his teeth and didn't let go. After my second uncle made a few troubles, my father became ill, and he couldn't afford to be sick.

My grandfather has been sick for more than half a year, and his health is getting worse day by day, and my second uncle doesn't dare to mention marriage again. When my father saw that he was about to die, he took out the leather bag that he had passed to my father and handed it to my second uncle, and even what he said was exactly the same.