When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but whisper to Mr. Lu: "This baby is probably the evil ghost on the glasses, right?" ”

Mr. Lu nodded slightly and said, "I think so too." ”

Xue Qian asked in a low voice, "That's strange." It stands to reason. This scene should have been decades ago, how did we see it tonight? ”

Mr. Lu smiled slightly and said, "In the world of the mentally ill." What they see in their eyes is very different from ours. Sometimes, they point to the wall and say that there is a ghost there. In fact, it was not to deliberately scare people, but they actually saw ghosts. When Mr. Lu said this, he pointed to his head and said, "They are hallucinating. ”

I nodded and said, "I can understand that." ”

Mr. Lu said again: "Old man Yan is nicknamed Yan Maniac. He's already a psycho among imps. I guess it was the incident that stole the child's heart back then, which hit him too hard, and when he was alive. tortured him all his life, and after his death, he drove him crazy. People who are mentally ill can see hallucinations. And the mentally ill ghost can use the resentment in his body to simulate the scene he sees as it is, so that the rest of the people can also see it. ”

Xue Qian and I nodded and said, "I see." In this way, what we see is the scene created by Old Man Yan's obsession? ”

Mr. Lu nodded, and he said, "Old Man Yan is a resentful ghost and not a powerful ghost. His obsession is not big, and the scene he creates is not big. We can handle it easily. But some ghosts were very resentful and obsessed with the world, if we break into it by mistake. It is possible to be affected and never come out again. ”

I said, "Last time we were outside Yucheng, we met Wang Yan. Those little ghosts trapped us and wanted to make us have demons, and this is the method, right? ”

Mr. Lu nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. ”

The three of us talked in a whisper while watching the movement of Old Man Yan not far away.

Old Man Yan couldn't stop saying to the baby: "I must pay you back, I must pay you back." I heard him say this without stopping, and his voice became more and more rapid. It's obviously a bit like I'm going crazy.

And as his voice grew louder, so did the rain in the sky. It was the height of summer, but the rain on us made us feel cold.

Old Man Yan muttered for a long time, but the little baby didn't move anymore. Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap sounded. Old Man Yan was startled by the thunder. He suddenly came back to his senses. He carefully placed the baby in the coffin. Then it was buried in the earth.

Then, he clutched something to his chest. Braving the rain, he quickly ran into the distance.

Mr. Lu made a gesture and said, "Let's go, let's follow." Then, without knowing what he was saying, the talisman that had been burning went out and fell into the muddy water.

Old Man Yan ran in a hurry, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was already a lot of water on the ground. After he fell twice, as if he was afraid of breaking the baby's heart, he didn't dare to run so fast.

We followed him on the dirt road for a while. Suddenly, Xue Qian shouted: "No, when did Huaicheng have this road?" ”

Xue Qian is a native of Huaicheng, if he says that there is no such road, then there must be none. Actually, I felt something was wrong. Although Huaicheng is small, it is also a city. The pavement has long been hardened. But the dirt road under our feet was very muddy due to heavy rain.

Mr. Lu said: "Don't be impatient. This pavement must have been there more than 20 years ago. Look, isn't that the home of glasses in front of you? ”

I looked up, and sure enough, the front gate, brass rings, stones. It's all exactly the same as the glasses house.

Old Man Yan stumbled to the gate, stretched out his hand, and pushed the door open. Then he turned around and closed the door, and ran out into the yard with a puff of smoke.

We followed him and entered the gate. I saw the furnishings in the yard, exactly the same as the ones we had seen before. It's just that the equipment is much newer than it was twenty years later.

I sighed: "The glasses are really filial piety, looking at the decorations in the yard, he seems to have never moved." ”

We quietly followed Old Man Yan to the house.

Old Man Yan took out the heart from his arms and held it in the palm of his hand. Whispered to the bed, "Son, son." Are you feeling better? ”

His son had his face against the wall, leaving us with only a back. Old Man Yan shouted twice, but his son just didn't agree.

Old Man Yan looked at the heart in his palm and said, "Good boy." Are you too sick to know me? But you don't have to worry, eat this piece of meat, and your illness will be cured. Aren't you your favorite meat eater? This piece of meat is really hard to come by......"

He babbled for a while, and then went to pull the child's body.

The child was young, looking to be only four or five years old. As soon as Old Man Yan pulled it like this, the child's body came over. I looked at the child's face by the light and was stunned.

I felt a chill rush from the soles of my feet to my head. I couldn't help but be surprised: "This ...... How is this possible? ”

Xue Qian was obviously taken aback, he looked at me and said, "Lao Zhao, how could it be you on this bed?" ”

I looked at the kid dumbfounded. He was of small stature, a child of four or five years old. There's nothing wrong with that. He was his face, but he was about twenty years old. The point is, it looks exactly like me.

Mr. Lu said behind me: "Don't be nervous, this is not reality, this is just Old Man Yan's obsession." What happened in this, whether it was true or false, all depended on how he fantasized about it. ”

I said with a crying voice: "How did he fantasize, I was too lazy to care, but lying on the bed, how did he become me?" ”

Mr. Lu laughed dryly and said, "Isn't this easy to explain? Before Mr. Yan stole his heart, he met you and recognized you as his son, so in his imagination, the glasses looked like this. ”

I smiled wryly, "He doesn't even remember his own son?" ”

Mr. Lu actually replied: "Yes, he doesn't remember his son." As I said, the relationship between the two of them is very shallow. As soon as Old Man Yan dies, this fate should be broken. When the time comes, the living take care of their living relatives, while the deceased are reincarnated and forget about the anterior. But these two fathers and sons are very strange. Father and son are filial, and they miss each other in life and death. ”

"The glasses are fine, after all, my mind is sound, nothing happened. And Old Man Yan is different. He is a little ghost, and the role of the Heavenly Dao is most obvious in him. He began to slowly forget what his son was like. That's why I went around admitting my wrong son. If he persists for a few years and refuses to be reincarnated, he will even forget his son's figure, name, and even gender...... I only remember that I have a son who is seriously ill and needs him to dig out his heart to make medicine. ”

I sighed and said, "Then the father and son are really pitiful." ”

Xue Qian asked, "What is the disease that needs to be treated with the baby's heart?" ”

Mr. Lu shook his head and said, "I don't know about this either." "The Empty House: Wonderful

The three of us talked for a couple of words, and then fell silent. And Old Man Yan had already broken the child's mouth open, and then stuffed the heart into it.

A baby's heart is small, like a red walnut. But even so, it seems a little too big for a three- or four-year-old child to swallow.

Old Man Yan helped the child up, stroked his neck again, and slapped his back. Finally let the child swallow the heart.

Then he put the child back on the bed. Cover him with a quilt. While patting, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, now it's okay." You eat this piece of meat, and the disease is quickly cured. ”

At this time, the glasses that were lying on the bed and unconscious suddenly opened their mouths and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't forget to return me." ”

Old Man Yan was so frightened that he shuddered. Look at the child on the bed, where is his son? I don't know when it became that baby. He was pale, staring at himself with a pair of eyes