Twelve years apart?

Jiang Futing digested these words repeatedly in his heart, and faintly felt that he seemed to have really accidentally pried open another layer of unknowable side.

He suddenly thought of something: "So your address relocation is not just just hiding from those things."

"Yes." Li Shang replied weakly.

The moment Jiang Futing heard him admit it with his own ears, his pupils shrank involuntarily!

Assuming that the magic weapon was the Taoist priest's own, it could only last for twelve years, but on what basis could he conclude that as long as he left this place, those things would definitely not be chased out to harm him.

And every twelve years.

Could it be that the barrier set up on the old site has been around since then?

Could it have been premeditated by the Taoist priest in advance, or was it just that he was lucky enough to find out.

Jiang Futing suddenly felt that there seemed to be a big hand behind these things, secretly pushing forward, and there were thousands of threads hidden in it.

Lu Changku's incident was just the beginning of all kinds of schemes.

While he was thinking, his fingers subconsciously exerted force, and Li Shang under him immediately let out a weak and painful struggle,

Li Shang let out a whimper, but it hit Jiang Futing's heart like thunder.

Jiang Futing immediately let go of his hand slightly, but he didn't have the leisure to ask the people below, and continued to ask: "What year did you meet the Taoist priest?"

Li Shang was really serious thinking about it now, so he almost counted them one by one with his fingers, and then replied with some uncertainty: "Almost...... Fourteen years. ”

Fourteen years ago......

The hodgepodge of information in the past two days flashed through Jiang Futing's mind, and he had a flash of inspiration and quickly captured something.

It happened to be the year when Lu Changrong was sick!

He changed his words and asked a little sharply, "Has he ever been in contact with Lu Changrong?"

Li Shang was really nervous by him, and said 1510: "There was a short contact, Lu Changrong was too sick too strangely, so I asked him to help check Lu Changrong."

Jiang Futing did not speak again immediately.

He followed his existing clues, opened his brain, and speculated as much as possible.

If Lu Changrong was frightened because he accidentally bumped into the ghost in the orphanage, and then had a nightmare, the nightmare refused to let him go easily, and he began to fall into a coma.

Immediately after that, in the eyes of outsiders, he began to have a high fever, and just when he went to the hospital and there was no result, this Taoist priest who talked about fate appeared, not only assisting Li Shang, but also solving Lu Changrong's life crisis.

But Li Shang didn't seem to know each other, which meant that the two twins were privately using other ways to contact the Taoist priest.

Jiang Futing suddenly withdrew the knee against Li Shang's leg, freeing him from the difficult and sour posture.

Before the joy in Li Shang's heart swelled halfway, Jiang Futing spoke again without feeling: "Go and take out all the information related to the Lu family brothers."

Li Shang twisted like an earthworm, and was about to speak, when Jiang Futing blocked his mouth again: "Don't talk about yesterday's things, I want to see more than that."

Li Shang listened to his disgust, and deeply felt that he couldn't do it if he wanted to, so he had to curry favor in a low voice: "Then you have to let me go first!" Otherwise, I can't find it if I want to. ”

Jiang Futing glanced at him, and was not worried about what he would do, so he decisively let go.

Li Shang's physical strength and energy were almost exhausted, and the hand that restrained him suddenly withdrew

, he lost his center of gravity and staggered to the ground.

He staggered to his feet again, rubbing his wrists and neck, and where he had been pinched just now, there was some subcutaneous bleeding, reflecting a circle of hot red.

Li Shang peeked at Jiang Futing like a thief, and his evil courage really couldn't rise, so he had to make a phone call obediently, and while asking people to send the information, he was arrogant on the phone by the way, and found a suitable place to vent his heart that had been stimulated just now.

The teacher who answered the phone inexplicably endured Li Shang's anger early in the morning, and didn't dare to delay for a minute or a second, and sent the materials in non-stop, and then fled for his life.

Jiang Futing took the materials on the table under Li Shang's cautious gaze, and finally sat down on the chair on the side in an orderly manner, flipping through the materials in his hand.

Li Shang was like a wooden pestle on the side, and at a glance, it seemed that the owner's share was reversed between the two.

He paid attention to Jiang Futing's expression from time to time, and saw that he was still cold and indifferent, and the stone in his heart slowly lowered it.

It's just that before the stone was put to the end, Jiang Futing's hand holding the paper suddenly forced, and the handsome eyebrows gradually squeezed together, and the furrow between the eyebrows could force Li Shang's fragile little heart into it.

This information is equivalent to a refined version of what I watched yesterday, much like the internal and external accounts made by most enterprises.

The external account is specially used for review and publicity, and this detailed version is the internal account, and the rules and regulations and various small details are clear.

And some of the more sensitive details and vocabulary are undoubtedly revealed here.

Lu Changrong is not so coincidental in the teacher's registration record.

That's right, he is obedient, but this obedient is only a formal obedience, and it is not likable at all.

He doesn't speak, he's withdrawn, he's angry and hysterical, and whenever he has any conflict with other children, he'll pounce on them like a mad beast.

The teachers at the hospital never gave him patience and guided him in the right direction, and as long as he "fell ill", the only measure was to arrange him in a room alone and calm him down.

The word "arrangement" is a very flattering one.

The corners of Jiang Futing's mouth couldn't help but hook up a sarcastic smile, saying that it was to calm him down, but in fact, the purpose was to lock him up, and use coercive means to curb his behavior without eating or drinking.

These teachers never taught him what was right and what was wrong.

They will only use very violent means to confront and contain Lu Changrong's behavior.

Whenever Lu Changrong came out of the hut, he would become speechless, he would not communicate with anyone, like a broken gramophone, forced to operate under the urging of machinery, but there was no sound.

There seemed to be an impenetrable piece of stuff pressed on him, heavy, all his dazedness, resentment, anger and humiliation that broke out nowhere, constantly condensed in that small space, and finally changed in the wrong direction.

When there is another conflict, he will retaliate more and more.

And the time he was held in solitary confinement extended from the first four or five hours to ...... Twenty-four hours, forty-eight hours.

The longest was four days and three nights.

No one knew how he had spent his time alone in a small room, but any normal person would have gone crazy in such a situation, let alone a child who was only six or seven years old.

When he came out, Lu Changrong hadn't opened it for nearly half a month

Throat.

Lu Changku, who dared not leave his side almost 24 hours a day, was afraid that something would happen to him.

These two people are obviously twins, but their personalities are very different, Lu Changku's personality is very cheerful, and his popularity is also very good.

Those who don't know think that when he was once developing in his mother's womb, he snatched all the good things and pressed them on his own, leaving the rest of the broken pieces to his younger brother.

Under the long-term suppression of this self-harmony in the later period, Lu Changrong became more and more extreme, and his marginal personality and paranoid personality all found him without exception.

Jiang Futing grabbed the fingers of the information and was thinking, and subconsciously rubbed it twice on the paper, he always felt that there was a slight deviation between Lu Changku's description and his short-term cognition of Lu Changku.

Human intuition is often surprisingly accurate at certain times, especially the sense of crisis and hostility.

In his opinion, he felt that Lu Changrong on the information was more similar to the Lu Changku he had met, and he even doubted that it would be the teacher in the orphanage who had mistaken the two of them.

But after thinking about it carefully, it is impossible, the information when entering the orphanage will definitely be confirmed with the child in person, and it is impossible to get along with such a different personality for a long time.

What went wrong?

Could it be that Lu Changku's growth also had some accidents in the process of growth, which led to a mutation in the grid?

Jiang Futing sped up the speed of reading, and found that since Lu Changrong recovered from a serious illness at the age of eight, Ge had improved a lot, and saved a lot of trouble for the teachers in the orphanage, although Ge was still withdrawn, but he seemed to have learned to control his temper and slowly rein in his minions.

will only be forced to break out in a helpless situation.

And this phenomenon has also been decreasing after the two of them grew up to eleven or twelve years old and matured slightly.

Until the year they left at the age of sixteen, there was no intense conflict or bullying, including abuse, or a sea change in the environment.

The information in it is like a mystery, coming and going.

Jiang Futing couldn't figure out what he had overlooked, and began to be a little impetuous, looking back and forth.

His afterglow inadvertently swept past Li Shang in front of him, and the other party didn't look like he would fool him anymore.

Jiang Futing pondered repeatedly, and suddenly asked, "How long has it been since this new address was moved?" ”

Li Shangsheng replied: "Six years ago." ”

Jiang Futing frowned, calculated that it was just the year that Lu Changkut and them left the orphanage, so coincidentally.

When Lu Changrong was sick at the age of eight, he really happened to meet a ghost and became seriously ill, so the Taoist priest came to the orphanage by chance, showing great compassion and solving problems for others.

It's too much of a coincidence.

He floated and rose in these coincidences that did not seem like coincidences, and the rapid flipping of the paper in his hand did not stop, and soon, he suddenly caught a strange word.

Jiang Futing's hands suddenly froze.

At this moment, the door to the office was pushed open by a woman on a rampage.

"Boom!" With a bang, the door seemed to have been slammed and swayed.

The teacher who came in ran wildly all the way, so anxious that he couldn't breathe, so he hung on to that mouthful, and shouted, "Dean Li, it's not good!" There was a little girl who refused to accept the indoctrination, and she took advantage of the other teachers' inattention, and now ran to the roof of the building, wanting to jump! ”