"Huh? I am...... Who are you? ”

The little boy was a little stunned, but the other party actually knew his name.

"Hello, my surname is Bai. We are volunteers from Rongcheng University, we are here to send warmth, Lin Junjun's child is about to have a birthday, right? We prepared a birthday cake. ”

Shifang Baiye said and took out the box, in fact, there was still half a month before Lin Junjun's birthday, but it didn't matter.

The box opened, and there was a ten-inch birthday cake inside, and on top of the cream, a big "12" was written in chocolate.

"I wish Lin Junjun's children a happy twelfth birthday in advance, we are here to celebrate Lin Junjun's birthday today."

"Really...... Really? Is this my cake? ”

Seeing the cake, the little boy's face was full of surprise, he had never eaten such a delicate and beautiful cake, his birthday, his mother would usually cook him a bowl of birthday noodles in the morning and evening, although he was also very happy to eat the noodles cooked by his mother.

Sometimes he would buy himself a small cake and share it with his mother.

"But, but our family ......"

"I don't want money." Jiang Zhou knew what Lin Junjun was thinking about, "The cake given by the community was not bought by us, so you don't have to be embarrassed." ”

The little boy pursed his lips, he was really happy, and told his mother that she would be pleasantly surprised. Before, no one except his mother had helped him celebrate his birthday.

"Come in, I'll let Mom cook more."

The little boy invited Jiang Zhou and Shifang Baiye to sit down, poured water for the two of them, and then ran to the kitchen.

Jiang Zhou glanced at the kitchen and said to Shifang Baiye, "See?" ”

"Well, I see, it seems that it is really a very low-level resentful spirit, and it is not even a resentful spirit, I can deal with it......"

Shifang Baiye said, watching Lin Junjun open the kitchen door, say something to the woman, and come back happily.

And Jiang Zhou looked at his mobile phone and looked at the information given to him by Shifang Baiye.

Lin Junjun, a sixth-grade student at Xinyue Primary School, a single-parent family, his father died of illness in his early years, and his mother depended on him, and three months ago, his mother disappeared for unknown reasons, and his whereabouts are unknown, Lin Junjun took a break from school for a while, and then when he returned to school, everything was normal, but some kind neighbors were worried about whether he could live alone, and wanted to come over to cook for him, but found that he was talking to himself at home alone...... Speak into the air...... The neighbor ran out and called to report the case, and the case went through several turnovers and arrived at the Rongcheng Special Investigation Bureau.

A simple case, when Jiang Zhou saw the situation in the kitchen, there was no suspense, he knew that Lin Junjun's mother was dead.

But his mother is like a striped ghost, leaving behind an obsession that makes her walk all the way back from the place where she died and continue to take care of her son.

Doing laundry, cooking, and housework every day, watching her son do his homework and falling asleep every day, she retains her habits and forgets that she is dead.

But the living cannot live with the dead......

"Two big brothers, this is my mother. Mom, look, what a beautiful birthday cake, the big brother said that the community prepared it for me. ”

The little boy was really excited.

But Jiang Zhou looked at the woman beside the little boy.

A woman in her forties, worn away by the years, with gray temples, calluses on her hands, and a face full of weather.

There was no trace of blood on her face, her eyes were dull, her pupils were not focused, only when she was a little boy, Mu Ran's eyes would show a trace of warmth.

"Blow out the candles." Shifang Baiye lit twelve candles, but the little boy blew it several times and didn't blow it out, and finally Shifang Baiye had to help the little boy blow it out together.

The little boy took the initiative to cut the cake, first cut it to Shifang Baiye and Jiang Zhou, and then cut it to his mother, and finally got a piece for himself, eating it in small bites, with a happy smile on his face.

Shifang Baiye didn't know what it was like to watch it from the sidelines, this case seemed very simple, but he was very entangled.

The cake candle can't be blown out for so long, it's because ...... The little boy has less and less life in his body, more and more dead air, and he can't blow out the candle without life.

If one day, no matter how much the little boy blows, the candle flame does not shake, then he is dead.

Of course, there are also ghosts who can extinguish all the candles in a room with just one thought, and that level is a resentful spirit.

"Have you figured out how to fix this?" When the little boy went to do his homework, Jiang Zhou turned his head and asked Shifang Baiye.

"Uh...... Hit, to death? Shifang Baiye felt bitter in his heart, he had already tried to communicate with the woman just now, but no matter how he spoke, the woman didn't seem to hear.

This is because neither he nor Jiang Zhou are the object of a woman's obsession, and they can't enter this woman's world, she only has her own children in her eyes, and everyone else is like nothingness.

If it goes on like this, it won't take more than a week, and the little boy will probably not be able to hold on.

"Isn't there a place in your branch that can collect ghosts? Is there any other way but to kill? "Jiang Zhou's head hurts, it's easy to deal with evil ghosts, but when you encounter this kind of ghost that doesn't harm people in itself, it's just an obsession that doesn't go away, then I don't know what to do.

"No, right...... Except for those who draw talismans and boil medicine, their abilities seem to be ghost-fighting, but the posture of fighting ghosts is different. Shifang Baiye was also speechless when he said this, "I took a D-level mission, I thought it would be easier as long as there were no accidents, but it turned out to be so tricky, it was better to crackle and fight monsters, even if the ghost was not afraid at all, how should this be handled." ”

"Lin Junjun's future life, can you be responsible?" Jiang Zhou asked suddenly.

"Yes, if you declare it, it's not a problem."

"That's fine, let me try." Lin Junjun's mother has not yet reached the level of a resentful spirit, she only has thoughts in her heart, no resentment, it is impossible to catch her back to plant, Jiang Zhou can only think of other ways.

Jiang Zhou recalled the striped ghost, and after the striped ghost said that he didn't actually violate the traffic rules, but was hit and killed by the sudden turn of the pickup truck, and it didn't hurt Jiang Zhou's father, he suddenly dissipated, and he guessed that this kind of obsession ghost, once the obsession is over, can rest in peace.

"You say...... What was Lin Junjun thinking when his mother died? Jiang Zhou seemed to be asking Shifang Baiye, and he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Huh?" Shifang was stunned in the white night.

Jiang Zhou said to himself: "Her son is only twelve years old, and she is all dependent on her to raise her, but she died like that, she can't even find her body, she can't see her son anymore, and she can't cook for her son anymore...... For a mother, how strong is the reluctance and unwillingness? ”

"It's a little ......" Shifang Baiye nodded stunned, "But we didn't even say anything to her, and we couldn't help her." ”

Jiang Zhou didn't speak, he looked at his watch, it was already half past eight in the evening, and Lin Junjun had already slept.

The little boy thought that his mother was still chatting with Jiang Zhou and Shifang Baiye, so he didn't care that the two of them continued to stay in the house.

Jiang Zhou gently pushed open the door of Lin Junjun's bedroom and saw Lin Junjun's mother, standing at the head of the bed like a sculpture, motionless.

"If you continue like this, your son will die."

The woman did not react.

"You can leave with confidence, your son will be well taken care of, I know that my voice is like a murmur in your ears, but you will understand, I can help you, but the last obsession ......"