"Hello uncle, we are staying at Grandma Jin's house, my name is Bai Jian." Bai Jian was the first to stand up and say hello, and when it was time, he also stood up, "Hello uncle, when am I, that's my cousin, Qin Huai." ”

Lao Ding smiled honestly: "Hello, hello, I live next door, you can just call me Lao Ding." ”

When did he stare at the bloodstains on Lao Ding's body, and asked suspiciously, "Uncle Ding, what's wrong with you, are you injured?" ”

Lao Ding looked down at his body, his earthy yellow shirt was dotted with blood, and his hands were also scarlet. "I'm sorry, I'm scared of you, I'm not afraid of your jokes, it's my mother-in-law who was injured." Lao Ding's worried look made him faintly uneasy.

Grandma Jin came out of the back room, holding half a bottle of purple potion in her hand, "That's all left, you can take them all, what's the matter, it's the child making trouble again?" ”

Lao Ding sighed, "Yes, what did my Lao Ding family do, how could such a thing happen, even the hospital can't find out anything." Lao Ding looked depressed, as if he had encountered some difficulty, shook his head, raised his feet and planned to leave

Bai Jian showed a strong interest in this matter, and stopped Lao Ding, "That, uncle, can we go and take a look, maybe we can help something." ”

Lao Ding hesitated for a moment, looking at their appearance, they should be from a big city, and they must have seen more things than him, thought about it for a while, and agreed to Bai Jian's request.

Bai Jian was excited, and followed behind Lao Ding: "Let's go." ”

When was he speechless, I really don't understand why Bai Jian is so excited, she has to get involved in everything, and people who don't know will think that Bai Jian's expression is gloating.

After a few steps, I arrived at Lao Ding's house.

The room was shabby, with a faint musty smell, and two plates of leftovers were placed on the dining table.

There was a low grunt in the back room, as if someone was covering their mouths to speak.

A middle-aged woman came out of the back room, her head was covered with sweat, in addition to tears on her face, there were blood stains gushing out of her forehead, and even her eyes were swollen.

Lao Ding pulled the woman to sit down distressedly and introduced to everyone: "This is my mother-in-law." ”

I saw Lao Ding gently blow twice on his wife's forehead, and then carefully smeared the purple potion on her wound.

After applying,

Lao Ding said to his wife, "A few of them are from the city, and they live at Aunt Jin's house, so they came to have a look." ”

"Can we see your son?" Qin Huai, who had always been quiet, suddenly spoke, his tone was still light, but it was a bit of a master.

Lao Ding's wife nodded, "In the back room, it's already tied up!" ”

When was it time to be surprised: "Why tie it up?" ”

Lao Ding shook his head, didn't answer, walked to the door of the back room and opened the door, and there was a little boy who was only about six or seven years old lying on the bed, tied like a rice dumpling by strips of cloth, and his mouth was blocked.

Seeing someone come in, the little boy rolled around, whining and whining, tears and snot sticky to his face, and looked at them pitifully, looking very pitiful.

Bai Jian's temper came up all of a sudden, and he rushed up to untie it, but Lao Ding hurriedly came up to stop it.

"You understand that this is illegal, as a parent, you are abusing children."

Lao Ding stopped her, "You don't understand the situation, when you know, you will understand why we are like this." Don't let him go now, or everyone will be hurt. ”

When was it confusing: "How is it possible, a little boy of six or seven years old can still beat people to death?" ”

Ding's wife stood at the door of the room, covering her mouth and crying.

Lao Ding said: "The wound on my mother-in-law's face was smashed by him with a hammer. ”

"Wouldn't a child be so violent?" Although he said this, Shiruma still took his hand back.

Lao Ding led them out, closed the door and locked it, and the four of them sat at the table, and Lao Ding couldn't stop sighing. Ding's wife poured water for them and stood quietly to wipe her tears.

"My son's name is Xiao Yong, this child has been very well-behaved since he was a child, but since a month ago, he suddenly began to be abnormal, first talking in his dreams at night, the content is very strange, all of them are some 'why is it today', 'I want to go home' and the like, and we don't know what it means. After a few more days, Xiao Yong began to sleepwalk. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, I see him standing in front of our bed, looking at us and my wife with straight eyes, and after you wake him up, he can't tell what happened. ”

Shiruma disagreed, "Ordinary sleepwalkers don't know what they've done or said. ”

Ding's wife wiped her tears and took over the words: "This is not counted, it will get more and more serious after that, sometimes we are eating, Xiao Yong will suddenly learn to speak in the voice of an adult, and it is a woman's, and from time to time there will be words like 'dear, do you see if I am beautiful, drifting is not beautiful', 'I will be your person in the future'." We thought it was strange and asked him what he was talking about, but he suddenly became normal again, continued to eat, and looked at us suspiciously, and asked us why we asked him these words, saying that he had not said it himself. ”

After listening to these stories, I couldn't help but ask: "Is this child pretending to be on purpose, after all, it is a boy, and it is normal to be naughty at this age." ”

Lao Ding shook his head, "Even if it's naughty, would a child under the age of seven say something like that?" ”

"What?" When to ask.