In the eyes of others, although Sambo has recovered his former spirit after recovering from a serious illness, it is like a different person, no longer sketching and hiding as before, it is simply without scruples, in addition to work, Sambo finally dares to pick up a pencil generously and sketch everyone around him.

Sanbao would sit behind him and paint quietly while Liu operated the incinerator in the cremation room; When the master was resting on the Taishi's chair, he regarded him as a model; He also does sketching exercises on the exterior of the funeral home.

The lines under his pencil, the perspective relationship, the proportions of the human body, and the muscular characteristics are also more precise, and it is no longer like the childish and disorderly works at the beginning. Gradually, everyone became accustomed to Sambo's fascination with sketching. Sambo knew that if it weren't for this incident of being possessed by a resentful spirit, he might never have made up his mind and couldn't put down his mind to do what he wanted to do. Yes, life is inherently full of uncertain unknowns, and any small encounter can change lives. Hurry up and do what you want to do, it's their business to laugh at other people's jokes, and do what you like. What's more, the appearance of the little boy who was killed has always haunted Sambo's heart.

He had to save him, even if it was just the child's soul.

Sam Bao sketched almost everyone in the funeral parlor, except for one person, Curator Wu.

On this day, there was a light snow in the sky, and Sambo sat in the duty room and copied the little boy in his memory. Director Wu didn't know when he walked behind him, he didn't make a sound and just watched quietly. Sambo sensed something and quickly got up. Curator Wu pressed his shoulder and motioned for him to sit down.

"Sambao, everyone said you were going to be a painter, right?" Curator Wu made a boring joke.

"What's the matter, I just suddenly want to practice, maybe it's also good for understanding the structure of the human body." Sambo didn't tell the truth, and followed the reason indiscriminately.

"You look at people, you look at a few of you, you know how to play with your phone all day long." Curator Wu raised his voice and shouted at the stool in the corner, busy playing with Brother Eagle and Horse Face.

The funny brother duo reluctantly put away their phones and escaped from the duty room.

"Who is this drawing, do we have this kid here?" Curator Wu looked at the sketch on the Sanbao paper and asked.

"Hmm...... It's my cousin. I thought about drawing. Sambo continued to ramble nonsense.

"Yes, your brother looks quite like you."

Hearing Director Wu's words, Sanbao almost didn't spit it out. This time, Director Wu didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, he went straight to the stool diagonally opposite Sanbao, picked up the Sanqing Funeral Home funeral manual on the table and flipped it up.

What is he going to do? Sambo pondered in his heart, and suddenly he understood.

He asked me to draw him. Sanbao suddenly realized, he snickered in his heart Director Wu pretended to be reserved, and said that if he wanted me to draw it, he would draw it, and he was embarrassed, Sanbao was happy in his heart, so he put away the sketch paper of the little boy who had basically been completed. changed it, and drew it with his spare eyes looking at Curator Wu diagonally opposite.

Director Wu was a little uneasy in his heart, and he was talking to himself in his heart: You said that it is too cheap for a leader like me to beg this child to paint, and it doesn't seem to be a matter if you don't speak. But he's really good at drawing. I'm in the city to see people draw a sketch is expensive, this cheap is not reasonable. If Sambo doesn't paint me, then I will have no face. Don't wait any longer.

Curator Wu sat on his ass for half an hour, and it was not until Sanbao got up and he saw that the portrait on Sanbao's paper was really himself, and this embarrassment was finally put down.

"Ah, Sambo, who is this...... Me! Ah, when did you draw me...... I'm going to collect royalties for you like this...... Oops, am I this young...... This wrinkle is the ...... on my face Why didn't I notice...... Ah...... Can I take it and give it to ...... Take it home...... Give ......" Director Wu couldn't hide his childlike happiness.

"Of course, Director Wu, I gave it to you, whoever I painted, the painting will be given to whomever I paint." Sambo tried his best not to let himself laugh, and said hard.

"Oh, great, you don't know, this painting is in the bell tower in the city, it's expensive, at least 80. It's so well drawn. "Director Wu is almost floating with joy.

"Leader, take a look, the toilet is leaking and can't be cleaned." There was a big pepper Sister Li's voice at the door.

"Why is it broken again, okay, I'll take a look, if it doesn't work, I'll have to change the pipe. Look at it, chili, Sambo painted it for me. Not bad. This painting sells for 100 yuan in the city...... You don't need to be a self-portrait, chili" Curator Wu held the sketch high, and mocked the talkative Sister Li proudly.

"Get away...... Ah, the three treasures are well drawn. Let me see. Big Pepper walked into the room and looked at it carefully.

"The three treasures are talented, hey, who is the painting on the table." Because Sister Li was relatively short, her eyes just happened to see the sketch of the little boy on the table.

"Oh, Cousin Sambo...... Let's go, the toilet is still leaking, big pepper. Curator Wu took the lead and walked out the door.

"This isn't his cousin...... It's ......" Sister Li took two steps forward and came to the table, her surprised expression seemed to freeze.

"It's the tiger ...... of our village"

Sister Li's sad gaze kept falling on the little boy's avatar, she slowly raised her head, looked at Sanbao and said, "Have you seen him!?" ”

Things finally have a recourse to the beginning.

From Sister Li's mouth, Sanbao learned about Huzi's disappearance.

Five years ago, Wang Mangzhuang, Xinxiang, Henan. Liu Xiaohu, the treasure of Liu Laohu's family, suddenly disappeared. The child is recognized by everyone in the village, and he is also tiger-headed, lively and clever, except that he likes to be naughty and mischievous, he is simply loved by everyone. Xiaohuzi is not afraid of the appearance of the big pepper, and always pesters the big pepper to tell ghost stories to himself. At noon that day, everyone had lunch and enjoyed the shade under the big locust tree at the head of the village. But I saw Huzi's father walking with a belt and whipping Huzi's ass all the way.

"What's the matter, Liu Laohu, why are you beating children!?" Big Pepper shouted.

"Grandma's, don't study well, steal candy from the commissary." Liu Laohu said, and a belt fell on Xiaohu's buttocks.

"Oops, a piece of sugar...... Broke the child. Big Pepper said.

"That's it."

"Alright, Lao Liu. Scare scare, scare, scare."

"Hey, Huzi, don't be afraid, come to your uncles. I've got sugar here. ”

Everyone is persuading. Seeing that he had a backer, the child cried even more aggrieved. "That's right, that candy was dropped on the counter, and I didn't steal it, so why beat me."

"Grandma's, still talking back." Huzi's father glared at him and kicked Huzi in the ass. Xiaohu lost his temper and turned around and kicked his father. Everyone applauded. Xiaohuzi didn't wait for his father to react, spread his legs and rushed into the wheat field, and then watched from a distance on the ridge.

Liu Laohu's face couldn't hold it, so he chased him out with his slippers, and the two tigers quickly disappeared behind the gentle slope of the wheat field. After a while, Liu Laohu came back panting and sat down with a grinding plate.

"Why don't you chase it. Liu Laohu. "Someone deliberately teased the stuffy man.

"******, faster than a rabbit." Liu Laohu swallowed and spitted at Xingzi and scolded.

"Call the baby back, scare the child." Big pepper kind reminder.

"It's okay, as soon as I get sick, he will know how to run, he can still run away from home, and he will go home by himself in a while," Liu Laohu waved his hand and said.

This is the last time everyone will see Huzi.

Until the evening, there was no shadow of the child, everyone became nervous, and followed the direction of Huzi's escape, and several people followed the past, but Huzi's footprints disappeared into the cemetery in the barren forest in the northeast corner of the village, and there was no trace of it again.

The next day, the police brought the police dog, and the police dog tracked it all the way to the vicinity of the railway, but there was no clue. The police initially judged that the child was likely to pick up the train and go to the east. The police finally reviewed all the surveillance footage in the surrounding area and finally confirmed the original judgment.

The last time Huzi really appeared near the Sanqing Railway Freight Station, and then he went headlong into a community that was being demolished, and was never seen again. Until now, the little boy is still on the list of missing children by the local police in Henan.

In front of the dormitory in the evening, Sanbao quietly listened to Sister Li talk about this little boy. He couldn't suppress the nervousness in his heart, should he tell Sister Li...... But now that the child's body has been removed by the murderer, how can I prove it, and who will believe it...... Sanbao hesitated, he was really afraid of telling the truth and scaring Sister Li.

"Sanbao, you tell me the truth, have you ever seen him?" Sister Li asked seriously looking at Sanbao's eyes.

“…… I had a dream...... Dream About a Boy ...... That's him...... He told me that he was ...... Killed ...... He wanted me to help him. Sambo can only use this kind of excuse to make his words acceptable.

"Dream...... You mean, this kid has a dream for you! Sister Li opened her eyes wide and said excitedly.

"Yes, he gave me a dream." Sambo forced himself to believe this absurd reason.

"Who hurt him...... Where is he? Sister Li asked further.

"There is a ghost ......" Sambo raised his head and looked her straight into the eyes.