"What...... What the? ”

Zhicai's expression suddenly became a little more puzzled.

Qian Wancang found from his eyes that these doubts were not faked, Zhicai was indeed suspicious, and there was a trace of horror in the doubts.

"I mean...... Come over a little bit, and don't let anyone hear. ”

Qian Wancang stopped talking, waved his hand at Zhicai, and motioned for him to come over.

Zhicai put down the box, looked inside the clinic, squirmed his Adam's apple, and then slowly walked to Qian Wancang's side, and asked, "What is it, can't you let others hear it?" ”

"Didn't you hear something else? You heard it right, there is indeed another voice, and this one ...... It was sent by a female ghost hiding in the clinic. ”

"Don't ...... No kidding! ”

Zhicai looked at Qian Wancang with an expression of "Hugh wants to deceive Lao Tzu".

"I'm not kidding, huh...... I can call the female ghost out and meet you. ”

Qian Wancang said word by word extremely seriously, as if there was something really happening.

Of course, he also thought about it, if Zhicai really wanted to see a female ghost, then he would use the blinding technique in "Zhuang Sheng's Dream Building Technique" on Zhicai to create an illusion of a female ghost for him.

"Alright then, you can call the female ghost out."

After Zhicai finished speaking, he looked into the clinic, his Adam's apple squirmed, and he said, "Cut!" Want to scare me? No way! Even if there is really a female ghost, in broad daylight, the sun is shining in the sky, and the female ghost does not dare to go out of the clinic to the sun, and besides, he has only heard ghost stories in his life, and has never seen a ghost with his own eyes, if he sees it at this time, it will not be in vain......"

Qian Wancang also turned his head to look inside the clinic, and at the same time ran the eye-covering technique in "Zhuang Sheng's Dream Building Technique".

"Hey, forget it."

Suddenly, Qian Wancang sighed in his heart and stopped the operation of the Blinding Technique.

He suddenly thought that if the female ghost illusion realm he built scared Zhicai into a nervous disorder, it would be troublesome, and he couldn't take this risk.

"Where's the female ghost?"

Zhicai asked, with a hint of banter in his tone.

He saw that the female ghost did not come out for a long time, and there were no female ghosts in nine times out of ten, it was just that this kid wanted to scare him, just as he wanted to scare this kid just now.

"There!"

Qian Wancang said, pointing to a mirror in the clinic.

"Where?"

As soon as Zhicai's mood relaxed, he was suddenly mobilized again, and immediately looked nervously in the direction pointed by Qian Wancang.

"Wow!"

Suddenly, Qian Wancang pounced in front of Zhicai and gave him a startle.

Zhicai's body shook, obviously frightened,

After a moment, he burst out laughing, "Surprise me!" Hahaha. ”

"Hahaha...... You scared me first, what did you say about the voice of the female ghost just now, to be honest, it really scared me. ”

Qian Wancang also laughed, and at the same time complained that Zhicai also scared him.

"Did it really scare you? Hahaha, how can there be any female ghost voice, I was scared by the sound of your wooden door just now, I think it's very interesting, I want to scare you, I didn't expect you to scare me in turn, you kid is talented, you are really talented! ”

Zhicai praised from the bottom of his heart.

Qian Wancang smiled modestly: "You just found out about my talent?" ”

Of course, he said this immodest and even a little shameless sentence in his heart, and he had a modest expression on the surface.

Zhicai smiled, bent down, quickly picked up a few pieces of paper and a few items scattered around, put them into a cardboard box, then picked up the cardboard box, and strode into the clinic.

Qian Wancang walked quickly to the front and cleaned up the messy desk: "Come on, come on, put the cardboard box here." ”

"Okay."

Zhicai responded, put the cardboard box on the desk with his hands and feet, and said at the same time: "In this box, I found the information about my old man this morning, you can take a look in the afternoon, and you can ask me if you have any questions." ”

Qian Wancang looked at the cardboard box, picked up an A4 piece of paper from it, and found that on this A4, there was still a copy of a black and white photo, and the content of the photo was similar to the one just now, which was a middle-aged woman lying on the mourning hall.

"When is this photo?"

Qian Wancang held up the A4 paper and asked casually.

Zhicai glanced at the A4 paper: "Oh, more than twenty years ago, when my mother died, my third uncle ...... I took a few pictures, and I kept them hidden in the old cupboard at home, and I turned them out, copied them on paper, and brought them to you. And these papers, which are all photocopies of old photographs. ”

"Why don't you just bring the old photos?"

Qian Wancang said, looking into Zhicai's eyes.

"Uh...... Those old photos are very old, I'm afraid I'll break them when I take them around! ”

Zhicai explained.

Qian Wancang nodded, and from Zhicai's eyes, he found that Zhicai was not lying, but Zhicai concealed one reason, that is, there were many more private messages written on the back of these old photos, which were inconvenient for outsiders to see.

"Which of these is your father?"

Qian Wancang held up a photocopy of a photo of the mourning hall in the background, in which there were about a dozen people standing or kneeling.

Zhicai glanced at the copy of the photo and said with a wry smile: "There is no father in this." ”

"Oh."

Qian Wancang answered, and then went to look for other copies of photos.

He wanted to find out what Zhicai's father looked like when he was younger, so that he could create illusions more realistically when he performed the blinding technique.

"When my mother died...... My father was not at home. ”

Zhicai suddenly said something, and there was some sadness in his eyes.

After hearing this, Qian Wancang immediately looked into Zhicai's eyes, and asked at the same time: "The old man didn't send his mother to the end?" ”

"Yes!"

Zhicai nodded, his eyes were a little red: "When my mother died, my father was working outside, and communication was inconvenient at that time, and my father was only contacted a month after my mother's death. These photos on the mourning hall were taken by my third uncle, who was the photographer of the county photo studio, and in order to let my father see my mother for the last time, he took a few photos of the mourning hall. ”

"Alas...... No wonder the old man had the illusion that his wife was still alive, it turned out that it was because he didn't see his wife die with his own eyes, and he didn't give his wife a ride in person, so he was ashamed, reluctant, and didn't want to believe it! ”

Qian Wancang sighed in his heart, and seemed to understand the reason for the old man's hallucination.

"Is my mother sick of something?"

Qian Wancang asked.

"I didn't know, when I was young, I felt that my mother had died suddenly."

Zhicai said, with some tears in his eyes.

Qian Wancang took out a tissue, handed it to Zhicai, didn't speak, just smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

Zhicai politely thanked him, then took the tissue and wiped the corners of his eyes.

In order to dispel the sad atmosphere that lingered around the cardboard box, Qian Wancang put the paper back on the cardboard box, then closed the lid of the cardboard box, and said at the same time: "Put these things here first, you go and get busy first, tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the morning...... It's 10 o'clock, just bring the old man over around 10 o'clock. ”

Qian Wancang originally wanted to make an appointment with Zhicai until 9 o'clock, but suddenly thought that Mengmeng might come over at 9 o'clock, so he immediately changed it to 10 o'clock.

"No problem, then I'll go first, see you tomorrow."

Zhicai nodded, turned and left the clinic.

"See you tomorrow."

Qian Wancang replied with a smile, and at the same time pondered in his heart, what kind of dream should he build tomorrow to make the old man accept the reality of his wife's death from the bottom of his heart?