After following Song Ya's younger brother into the villa, Xia Yi soon knew why the relationship between the maid was better than Song Ya's.

Song Ya's younger brother looked at Xia Yi's palm back and forth, and then looked at Xia Yi's back.

"Didn't Mother Zhi let you bring something here?" The boy was disappointed.

"What's that?" Xia Yi asked casually.

"Clothes, doll's clothes."

Doll's clothes?

Song Ya's younger brother, did he like dolls?

"Since you didn't bring clothes, what are you here for? Is there something wrong with the production? ”

"Just some personal questions I want to ask." Xia Yi thought about it in his mind, if he asked directly, it was unlikely that the other party would answer.

First of all, you have to make the other party have a reciprocal mentality.

Reciprocity is a very useful and interesting thing.

In twentieth-century America, Krishna's adherents, a group of strangely dressed bald religious groups, solicited donations from the American public.

Their method of fundraising is to give each other a flower or a book, and after the other person has accepted it, they will make a request for donation.

The American people who have taken their things will find it difficult to refuse them, and they can't help but take out their pockets, and the money they will take out will far exceed the money spent on flowers or books.

That's how the organization grew rapidly in the seventies.

This is the role of reciprocity, I took advantage of you, so you should also take advantage of the idea of taking advantage of you.

This is also often used in merchandising, and the free trial in the supermarket is a variation of this mechanism.

However, because the Chinese aunts are too "shrewd", under their leadership, the tasting has become a real tasting, and it can't play its due role at all.

As a teenager in a dead house, he doesn't have the shrewdness of an aunt.

After Xia Yi offered to introduce him to a fashion designer, he was not able to refuse Xia Yi's request to ask some questions.

In fact, he doesn't need a costume designer at all, the clothes he wants to make are all in cartoons, and they need to be restored rather than designed.

Xia Yi didn't ask immediately, the psychology of reciprocity can allow the other party to answer a few questions of his own, and when his questions are not just a few simple.

Fortunately, he also knows a lot about the things of the dead house.

Through the tob on the mural outside, he successfully chatted with Song Ya's younger brother for a while and gained some favorability.

The boy also took Xia Yi to visit his collection of dolls.

"This is Sansan, this is Senior Sister, this is Brother Shuang......" The young man excitedly introduced to Xia Yi, and Xia Yi also cooperated with an expression of surprise and envy.

After an hour of acting, Xia Yi entered the theme.

Hearing his question, the young man frowned: "My sister's matter? ”

"Anything, I just want to know more."

"What can she say?"

The young man, who felt that something was wrong, thought about it for a while, and looked at Xia Yi with a frightened face.

He asked, "Do you have a crush on my sister?" ”

No, it was your sister who fell in love with me first.

Xia Yi's silence made the young man already the truth, and he patted Xia Yi on the shoulder:

"Brother, is the game not fun, or is the animation not good? Listen to me, my sister is not a good person, you better give up, I'll take you to the clubhouse to play coser, do you like Rem or Xiaodark? ”

Declined the kindness of the young man, Xia Yi created an image of himself who was bent on his own way.

"Okay, I'll just talk to you about her, and after listening, you'll be able to know what it's like to turn back."

The boy began to talk about Song Ya.

"When I was a child, my sister was a very good child and often took me out to play, but when she was four years old, everything changed after she was taken away by Grandma Song." The young man's eyes showed a look of regret.

"It wasn't until she was eight years old that Grandma Song had something to do and she was thrown home for a week, and that week was a nightmare week for me."

From the young man's trembling eyes, Xia Yi knew that what he said was true.

"I thought it would be my sister who came back with the same one who played with me. As a result, my sister did take me to play with me, but the way of playing was not normal. ”

The young man covered his neck, and Xia Yi noticed that there was a scar the size of a palm on his neck.

"She, eight-year-old, took me, seven-year-old, to pull out the trouble!" The boy's tone was agitated.

"That's a, a man-eating thing! She's taking me to catch it! It's not an ordinary, but a one with a strong desire to attack! I got a stab in the neck, and if my dad hadn't felt it in time, I would have died! ”

When Song Ya was a child, was she a bear child?

Xia Yi wrote down this setting.

"And that's not all, on the third day when I came home safely and lay in bed, she pulled me and said that she wanted to train my guts. Do you know how she trains? She took me and jumped off a cliff! There's a tree on the other side of the cliff, jump over and grab it! ”

Imagine the scene of a seven-year-old boy rushing to the other side of the cliff in a gale, Xia Yi mourned for the boy for a second.

"I jumped and jumped, and I didn't fall, but instead of grabbing the branch with my hand, I had a wound in my neck and poked it into the branch."

Is it so miserable? Xia Yi extended the silence for another second.

"From then on, I knew that guy wasn't my sister anymore."

Sitting on the sofa, the boy kept touching the scar on his neck, and every time he recalled, his wound would ache faintly.

Patting the young man on the shoulder, Xia Yi continued to ask, "This is when you were eight years old, how was your sister later?" ”

"It was a year ago to see her again." The young man continued to ask questions, "Although it won't drag me to death, it won't be able to integrate into the family at all. ”

"How?"

"We told her to watch movies, go to comic conventions, and open the dark, but she didn't participate."

So withdrawn?

Noting this again, Xia Yi asked about Song Ya's sins again.

"Has she ever committed any homicide cases?" Xia Yi explained her problem again, "Look at what you said, she was very dangerous when she was a child. ”

"No, but serious injuries or something are also common occurrences."

"Isn't it anything to do with a homicide case?"

"No, she has a bottle of milk in her hand, and that thing can restore people's vitality, as long as she doesn't cut off her head, it's fine."

At the mention of milk, the boy remembered the scene he didn't want to remember: "When I hung my neck on a branch, she fed me with milk, and at the same time let me grab the branch and pull it out, that demon! ”

Although pulling it out by oneself is the right thing to do, human beings with fearful emotions are unwilling to face objects that threaten their lives.

"What's the matter with her seriously hurting someone else?" Since there are no deaths, then we can only start with serious injuries.

"It was this time last year, and it hurt the people of the Yang family next door."

"The Yang family next door?"

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