The child's words really surprised me, and the woman raised her hand to chase after the child, scolding as she scolded.

"You still say you're not talking nonsense! Your dad is lying on the bed well, you dare to say that you saw his ghost, don't you curse your dad to death? ”

The woman was naturally scolding in the local language, but Henry Chuan didn't wait for her to finish scolding, and had already translated the general meaning to me.

But the kid probably wanted me to understand, so he was still screaming stubbornly in English while dodging the fucking chase.

"That's my dad, although I can't see his face clearly, but I know, that's my dad!"

I was completely stunned.

With the words "I can't see his face clearly", it can already be seen that the child is not lying, and he did see the ghost shadow with no facial features in the dark.

I had previously guessed that the ghost was the father of Ompota, the child's grandfather.

But the boy said that the shadow was not like his grandfather, but like his father.

And he said so sure that he wouldn't change his mind even if his mother chased him and beat him.

But how is that possible?

If there are ghosts, then there must be ghosts!

Where there are ghosts, there must be dead people!

Because only when a person dies can ghosts be created.

But Ong Pota, although paralyzed in bed, is indeed a living person.

I really wanted to ask the boy again what the ghost he saw was like, but unfortunately the child had run away under the woman's chase.

Only the little girl, who was seven or eight years old, looked at us curiously and timidly.

So I immediately bent down to look at her and asked her softly, "Little friend, have you ever seen a black figure?" ”

Naturally, the girl didn't understand what I was saying, and just looked at me in a daze.

It wasn't until Henry Chuan translated it that the girl shook her head.

I was disappointed, but I didn't expect the girl to suddenly say, "I saw my dad sitting on the edge of my bed last night!" ”

Henry Chuan immediately helped me translate, and I couldn't help but feel my heart skip a beat, and I immediately asked her, "Which side is on the edge of the bed?" Is it your dad's bedside? ”

"No, it's the edge of my bed!" The girl said, "I slept with my mother, my mother fell asleep, I called my father, and my mother woke me up, and my mother said I was dreaming!" ”

I was a little disappointed, but I still asked, "Do you sleep at night with the lights on?" ”

Henry Chuan seemed to understand the meaning of my question, so he didn't help me translate, but said to me with a wry smile: "Although we have electric lights in every house, the electricity is too expensive, and not every day there is electricity, so it is impossible for anyone to sleep at night and still have the lights on." ”

When he said this, he took the initiative to ask the girl in a different way: "Do you sleep at night, will it be lit?" ”

The girl was stunned for a moment, as if she understood what Henry Chuan meant, and then she shook her head and said "no".

I was even more melancholy, feeling that the girl was just a dream, as her mother said.

After all, her father, Weng Pota, was paralyzed in bed, and it was difficult to even sit up without support, and it was impossible for her to get up in the middle of the night and sit on the edge of her bed.

In such a poor country, the whole countryside is plunged into darkness at night, especially in the house, so dark that you can't see your fingers, and even if something is really sitting on the edge of the girl's bed, the girl can't see it clearly.

- Of course, this was just what I thought at the time, but after a lot of experience, I realized that as long as the ghost is willing to let you see, even if you can't see your fingers, you can see it.

But that was only later, and I didn't even think about it at the time.

So I straightened up and thought about what other questions I had to ask.

Just as the woman came back, she didn't like to go around us and wanted to go straight into the house.

I hurriedly asked Henry Chuan to stop her and asked her, "Did you just say that Weng Pota also went to the Friendship Hospital to see his injuries?" ”

"Of course I have been!" The woman replied angrily, "Isn't there a foreign doctor at the Friendship Hospital, and the price is cheap?" Originally, in my man's case, he should be able to give a free treatment, at least a part of the medical expenses will be waived, I heard that there are many poor households in the Friendship Hospital who are free medical treatment! Results...... We were only a few days in the hospital before we were kicked out! People say that the foreign doctors in the Friendship Hospital have good hearts and high medical skills, but I think they are just as ruthless and greedy for money! ”

I never thought the woman would say that.

You must know that the Friendship Hospital, as an aid facility of our country, does not aim at profit at all, so how could it be possible to drive away the seriously injured Weng Pota directly?

If I think about it, although the vice president of the Friendship Hospital is an aid expert in my country, the director is a native of country L.

Perhaps the chief dean received some benefit from Puticha, so at Puticha's behest, he drove Ompota, who had seriously offended Puticha, out of the hospital.

And even if Vice President Li knew about this, after all, this was in other people's countries, and it was not easy for Vice President Li to interfere in matters involving administrative management, or simply involving money and power transactions.

This is probably also the reason why the dark ghost will make a lot of noise in the Friendship Hospital.

Because if this ghost is indeed related to Ongpota, then the Friendship Hospital refuses to give Ongpota a fee waiver, or even kicks him out of the hospital, then this ghost will definitely hold a grudge against the Friendship Hospital.

- I still think that the ghost is the old father of Ongpota. The little boy once saw a ghost in front of his house, which is the best proof of this.

As for the little boy's statement that the ghost was not like his grandfather, but like his father, as far as I can imagine, it was just a boy's delusion.

Weng Pota is so alive that he is alive, and if he is alive, it is impossible to give birth to a "ghost".

Later, I asked the woman what had happened to Ompota to become paralyzed.

The woman quickly looked resentful, but pursed her lips and refused to say more.

I immediately asked her if she had been beaten, and the woman's eyes were even redder, as if she was about to cry.

But she still didn't want to say more, just said coldly: "Was it beaten by someone, what's the use of you knowing?" I still have sons and daughters, and we all have to live, so ...... Don't ask, in short, everything is fate, who let Ongpota not know what to do? I don't want my son and daughter to be affected again! ”

When she said this, she didn't care that the police officer Henry Chuan was still standing there, so she directly pulled her little daughter into the house and closed the door.

She didn't give an answer, but I, too, have been able to determine the answer.

I had guessed that Puticha was probably the kind of businessman who was round and charitable on the surface, but in fact treacherous in his mind, but now it seems that he is not only treacherous, but also vicious.

But this is the country of L, not our own country, and besides, Puticha is dead, no matter how disgusted I am with Puticha and no matter how much I pity Ompota's wife and children, I can only keep it in my heart.

It was almost noon, and Henry Chuan and I left the village where Ongpota was located, looking for a place to invite Henry Chuan to dinner.

During this period, I made a phone call to Vice President Li and asked her to help check on the situation of a patient named Weng Pota who went to the Friendship Hospital two months ago.

As a result, Vice President Li opened his mouth and asked, "You mean a patient in his forties who was beaten to the point of paralysis?" ”

I really didn't expect her to remember this patient, so I hurriedly asked her: "Are you sure that the person's name is Weng Pota, and are you sure that he was beaten and paralyzed?" ”

"Of course I'm sure!" Vice President Li immediately replied, "Although I am not an expert in trauma, I am a vice president anyway!" Dr. Xu, who received this patient from China with us that day, found that the patient was actually injured by someone, and he was about to call the police at that time, but our dean rushed over to stop the police, and I also had a few arguments with the dean about this matter! But this is not our own country after all, and I, the vice president, can't interfere too much in things like this! ”

"And then?" I asked.

"Later, I saw that the patient was very pitiful, and I wanted to reduce part of his medical expenses, but he was also vetoed by the dean, and within two days, the dean directly discharged the family under the pretext that the patient's injuries were too serious to be treated! I've been depressed about this for a long time, but what can I do? We are only here for the friendship between our two countries, and when it comes to specific matters, even if it is a very bad thing, we cannot interfere! ”

I had already thought that Weng Pota would be kicked out of the Friendship Hospital, and it must be that the president would get some benefit from the Shanhai Group.

As our country's foreign aid personnel, it is simply difficult for Vice President Li to uphold justice for Weng Pota.

Now, Vice President Li's remarks can be regarded as confirming my speculation.

I was also depressed, but I was also glad that I did not live in this country that was dark because of poverty.

After putting away my phone, I remembered the hideous wooden statue in front of the bed of Weng Po Tower, and asked Henry Chuan, but unfortunately he did not enter the house at that time, so he did not notice the wooden statue, so naturally I could not tell me which sect of god it was.

After lunch, and with a slight delay, Henry drove me to see the Minister of the Interior, Yugda.

Instead of going to Yugda's office, we went to his house.

The house of the Yugda family is naturally much taller and more spacious than that of ordinary people, but compared with the luxurious villas of the Puticha family, it is far inferior.

Yugda himself has an elegant and light scholarly style. Even the furnishings and layouts of his home are filled with the smell of books.

Later, I learned that before Yugda entered politics, he was a university professor. Now that he has been in politics for more than 20 years, this scholarly temperament has not faded.

What I never imagined was that in the study where Yugda received me, I also saw another person: McQuay.

(See Chapter 209 "Aggressive")

[Don't go away, there are two more!] 】