Murong Cao and Yang Muqing entered the house with the beautiful woman who opened the door.

She looked very calm on the outside, but her trembling hands betrayed her terrified heart. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Looking closely at her makeup, although it is very delicately depicted, she still can't hide her haggard face, and there are many bloodshots under her eyes.

Murong Cao seemed to inadvertently turn around the room, his eyes stayed on a family photo for a few seconds, his eyes narrowed, and then he sat down on the sofa generously.

is obviously a bit rude to act, but she is familiar with it and deserves it.

Yang Muqing was much more restrained, looked at all corners of the room with the corner of her eye, and after Murong Cao sat down, she sat down not far from her.

"Mrs. Jiang, is it? Just call me Murong. ”

Mrs. Jiang looked up at her, her lips lightly opened: "Miss Murong, it seems that you know the situation of my family very well?" ”

"I don't know much about your family, just ghosts." Murong Cao said with a smile.

When Mrs. Jiang heard this, she calmed down, and went to the kitchen to bring three cups of hot tea, the smoke was curling and the aroma was overflowing.

Murong Cao took one of the cups of tea, blew on the jasmine flowers floating on the water, it was too hot, and put it down again.

"Now, can we open up and talk?" Murong Cao had a posture of full patience.

Mrs. Jiang lowered her head and took a sip of tea, was silent for a while, and then nodded.

Yang Muqing took out a pen and paper, ready to record important clues and plots.

Murong Cao glanced at his serious demeanor with his residual eyes, the corners of his mouth lifted lightly, and gave him a smiling and appreciative look.

Underwater World, Jellyfish Pavilion.

Jiang Lin stared at the photo with a pale face until the terrifying photo slowly returned to normal.

Oh, it must have been too little rest recently, and all kinds of hallucinations have come out.

"Abba, Junjun is going to see the turtle~"

Jun Jun hugged Jiang Lin's thigh as he spoke, his eyes full of infinite dependence.

Jiang Lin picked him up with a smile and ran to another attraction full of joy.

As soon as he took a few steps, he wanted to look back, but for some reason, he didn't dare to look back in his heart, but the more he didn't dare, the more he felt that he should look back, and the heavens and men fought for several minutes, and finally he gritted his teeth and turned around, looking like he wanted to give up his life.

The place where they were standing had been replaced by a new visitor, but other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

But Jiang Lin just felt empty in his heart, as if something had fallen there.

"Abba~"

Junjun's soft and glutinous voice pulled his thoughts back to reality.

He subconsciously hugged Junjun tighter, as if as long as this little man was still in his arms, he could continue to move forward.

The underwater world is not big, and no matter how slow you go, you can turn it in two hours.

"Junjun, Dad will take you to lunch, will you eat your favorite chicken wings?"

"Good!"

The entrance and exit of the underwater world are not the same, and there is a promotional table at the exit, and as long as a child passes by, they will receive a new balloon toy made of various shapes for free.

When Jiang Lin led Junjun by, he saw that the staff was negligent and forgot to give it to him.

Junjun was very aggrieved, and asked with a pout: "Why do other children have it, but Junjun doesn't?" ”

"What do you want?" Jiang Lin smiled, "You wait here, Dad will come when he goes." ”

After calming Junjun's emotions, Jiang Lin walked to the promotion table, took out his wallet, and pulled out a hundred-yuan bill.

"I want two."

The staff took the money in a daze, and wanted to say that this was not for sale, but saw that Jiang Lin had already picked two balloon toys and walked away.

"To be rich is to be capricious, and a big man can also play with balloons......"

The promoter who was shocked couldn't help but complain to the partners around him.

After eating Chinese food, Jiang Lin took Junjun to the playground again, and finally took a day to spare, so he naturally had to make good use of it.

It wasn't until late in the evening that one big and one small reluctantly walked back.

"Abba, is Junjun going to grandma's house again? Why can't you go back to your own home? ”

"This ......"

Jiang Lin was silent, not letting Junjun go home was to protect him, the ghost baby that his wife hugged back was indistinguishable from good and evil, he didn't care, what if he hurt Junjun.

"Abba, Junjun wants to be with you."

Jiang Lin looked at his sullen little face, and his heart hurt as if he had been stabbed by a knife.

He reasoned with his wife many times, but each time she was stopped by her tears.

It's such an obvious thing, why must she be so obsessed and hold on to that ghost baby and refuse to let go?

Maybe it's not a psychiatrist who should have hired a mage.

He recalled his dispute with his wife during this time, and vaguely wondered why he didn't theorize to the end every time, it seemed that every time he reached the deadlock of the dispute, he always felt a little lacking in confidence when he wanted to say cruel things.

"Junjun, Dad will take you home."

The smile immediately bloomed on Junjun's little face, and when Jiang Lin saw that innocent smile, he immediately felt that the depression in his heart had diluted a lot.

It's home.

There are no lights at home, is my wife out?

It's okay to go out, anyway, I don't want to see her at this time, and the ghost baby she has been holding in her arms, my scalp is numb when I think about it.

Take out the key, unlock it, and enter the door.

In the living room, the glowing TV screen is lit up, and it is particularly dazzling in the dark.

Jiang Lin's brows twisted together, and he was about to get angry, but in the next moment, he lost his mind in the characters on the screen.

It was supposed to be a child's birthday party, with dad in charge of filming, mom in charge of meals, and a few children who got into a mess with the little birthday star.

"Junjun, look at the camera."

He heard his own voice.

The little birthday star looked up at him, his smile was as pure as an angel, and the sun shone on his soft hair, shining with a pale golden light.

Jiang Lin laughed silently in the dark, not realizing that he had already burst into tears.

Suddenly, the style of painting changed, the little birthday star coughed, the scene was a mess, and my mother ran over first, holding a medicine bottle in her hand, and then the camera flickered, she should have thrown the camera and ran over to help......

"My dear, Junjun passed away five years ago, and I am holding our second child, Jiang An. Do you remember? Or the name you gave him, saying that there is nothing else to ask for in this life, but to hope that he will grow up healthy and healthy. ”

The lights in the room came on, and Mrs. Jiang stood on the stairs on the second floor, holding a white and tender baby in her hands.

Murong Cao and Yang Muqing stood behind her, accompanying her slowly downstairs.

"No, you're lying, Junjun is obviously by my side!" Jiang Lin suddenly screamed hysterically.

"Abba!"

"Listen, Junjun is calling me! Hear no! Jiang Lin said emotionally as he went to take Junjun's hand.

He did hold Junjun's hand, to be precise, an arm, and one of Junjun's arms was easily ripped off by him!

Jiang Lin was shocked, hurriedly threw the little hand far away, took several steps back, and finally collapsed to the ground.

Junjun, who had lost an arm, cried loudly, and black and red blood came out of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth......

"Abba, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts......"

"No, no, you're not, you're ...... It's not Junjun, you're ......" Jiang Lin seemed to finally see the appearance of the person in front of him, and his expression was distorted, as if he had seen a ghost, "Don't!" Don't come to me, I didn't mean to, I was careless! ”

Madame Jiang looked at him with infinite sadness and couldn't stop crying.

She clutched a newspaper from half a month ago in her hand, with the headline "Jiangshan Avenue Rainy Night Hit-and-Run", and the victim was a seven-year-old boy.

She clearly remembered that Junjun was also seven years old when he died, and his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to the little boy who died in the escape case.

Seeing that the dust had settled, Yang Muqing took out a small black gourd from his bag, and silently recited a spell to include the soul of the unjustly killed little ghost.

Murong Cao noticed his abnormal behavior and immediately understood what he was doing, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he was full of pride.

Although Mrs. Jiang cried with pear blossoms and rain, her mind was very clear, she took Jiang Lin into her arms and patiently comforted her, and at the same time dialed the police station to turn herself in.

"Brother Lin, no matter what mistakes you make, I will bear it with you, and Xiao An and I will always wait for you, no matter how long."

Before Jiang Lin went home, she had gone to the garage with Murong Cao to check on his car, and the blood stains on the headlights and the pajamas stuck in the tires spoke very well.

With the evidence of Murong Cao and Yang Muqing, Jiang Lin is destined to be unable to escape the punishment of the law, and the debts owed must be repaid.

She still decided to hire them, but in order to help Jiang Lin return to reality and face the sanction of the mind, instead of blindly distorting reality and memories to paralyze herself.

Murong Cao silently left a business card on the living room table, gave Yang Muqing a look, and the two of them immediately walked out quickly, and closed the door carefully, not disturbing the peace they enjoyed before the storm.

Their car drove for about 10 minutes, passing by a whizzing police car.

Murong Cao sat in the back seat casually, picking out the things he wanted to enter at this time from the shopping bag containing snacks, but unfortunately he couldn't get interested in picking for a long time, and finally took out a box of watermelon-flavored xylitol, poured out four, stuffed two into his mouth, and handed two to the front.

Yang Muqing took it and ate it, without saying meaningless polite words, his eyes were still staring intently at the road in front of him.

"Are you sure there's nothing you want to ask me?"

"Yes."

"Say, I'll answer you three questions."

When Yang Muqing heard this, there was a long silence.

"Why don't you ask again?"

"I'm picking questions."

“…… Forget it, more than three can also be ......"

"How do you know that this family name is Jiang?"

"After I went back yesterday, I checked the information, and I also entrusted friends from all walks of life to check, and it is not possible to do it without some effort before meeting the customer."

"How can you be sure that it's Jiang Lin and not Mrs. Jiang who has the problem?"

"You've noticed that family portrait too, right? The little boy inside is not consistent with the portrait of the little ghost you copied, since it follows Jiang Lin, it means that it is Jiang Lin who has a ghost in his heart, I began to suspect that Jiang Lin lost his beloved son, but after seeing that family photo, I knew that it was not the case. ”

"Then how do you tell that Jiang Lin is the perpetrator? He could also be a witness or someone else involved in the case. ”

"Guess." Murong Cao Shi Ran's appearance was a little unaccustomed to Yang Muqing, "Then I guessed right." ”

"One last question: What kind of mental illness does Jiang Lin's symptoms belong to?"

"It's more complicated." Murong Cao finally had some appetite, pulled open a bag of potato chips, and said while eating, "First of all, intermittent amnesia, he didn't deliberately turn himself in, but deliberately erased the memory of the car accident, it is estimated that he drank a lot of alcohol on the day of the car accident, but even so, he avoided driving, indicating that he was still awake subconsciously; Then there is empathy, the little boy he hit in the car accident is about the same age as his eldest son when he died, and he still looks a little similar, he wants his son to live, and he also hopes that he has not killed anyone, so he loves the ghost he created as his own son, thinking that this is the best of both worlds; Then there is the morbid rationalization, Jiang Lin remembers that he has died of a son, since this "son" is now back to him, then the son in his wife's arms must be dead, which is why he avoids his younger son like a snake and scorpion. “

"You just said that he created this little ghost?" Yang Muqing found that he asked more and more questions, and there were already more than three, and I am afraid that he would not be able to finish asking five, on the one hand, he was speechless to himself, and on the other hand, he was a little more sure of Murong Cao in his heart.

"There are many kinds of ghosts, like this, it's not so much a ghost as a demon."

"What do you mean by that?"

"You pull over and open your precious gourd and see."

Yang Muqing chose a suitable position to park the car, felt out the gourd, and pulled the stopper.

It was empty, and the imp was gone.