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Because of this period of playing, the boy has met Jiang Lichen a few times, and after getting acquainted with each other, his speech is not as bad as before. He said that he thought about the sneakers, so he went home and turned over the small room next to the bullpen. The little room was full of things from a long time ago. The painting was found under the shoe. At that time, the painting was also gray and stained with mud. After taking it out, he wiped it clean, only to find that it might be something very important and told his mother.

As he spoke, his mother took out the painting as well.

It's not a big draw, two pieces of A4 paper. With a border, inside is a black and white figure painting. Speaking of paintings, I looked at pictures from that era. There is still a gap between the photos of the Republic of China and the current ones, and because the color is also lost in the frame, the people in the village will think that it is a portrait.

Before I could see the face clearly, Jiang Lichen said, "This painting is not ours." Handle it yourselves. ”

He was leaving, and of course I hurried to follow. Before leaving, I still looked at the painting a few more times. At first glance, you can see the problem. The eyes of the person in the picture are as if they were alive. It is impossible for the photographic technology of the Republic of China to have such an effect. If it's the current electronic camera plus PS, it's still possible.

It was already dark outside, so I flashlighted, followed behind Jiang Lichen, and asked anxiously: "Did you see it carefully, did you know that it was not your thing?" What if it's your ancestor, or which brother? ”

"That painting shouldn't have been turned out, and the boy was lying."

"When he spoke, I paid special attention. It's not like lying. ”

"He must have seen the painting before he found the sneakers. But he himself may not be able to distinguish where it is real and where it is hinted at by the painting. ”

"That painting is haunted?"

"It's a demon!"

"Not the same as a haunting? Jiang Lichen, you wait for me, it's too dark, where to step on? "I haven't forgotten the terrible experience of going out at night with him and stepping on the urine in the water.

He stopped and took my hand: "Find a way to prevent that boy from going to the village to participate in the ball game." Otherwise, something would have happened to him. He should have exchanged something with that painting. ”

"Is that painting really haunted?"

"It's the child's own demons, he wants to have a pair of sneakers too much, he wants to go to the game too much. The painting in their house should have been sealed before. The child's demon summoned it, and the two sensed each other, and he pulled out the painting and made an exchange. He's got the boots and he's definitely going to give something. An eleven or twelve-year-old boy in a mountain village, what else to pay except his own? ”

My heart was tense. Although the boy is not in our class, out of the heart of being a teacher, I still hope that he is safe. I grabbed Jiang Lichen: "Let's go, let's go back and collect the painting." ”

"Are you going to harm me?"

"Huh? Would you still be influenced by that painting? ”

"Demons! The heavier the demon, the easier it is to be controlled by it. So I just walked away as soon as I saw that painting. ”

I was silent. I know that Jiang Lichen has his own obsession. This obsession even made him wait for so many years after he died, and he had to come back to find the answer.

When I was silent, he added, "Maybe it's a good idea." I can get the answer through it. ”

"No need! Let's go back! "This time, it was my turn to drag him away.

The next day, Friday, the children went to the village to play ball. The boy went too, and I didn't find any excuse to stop him. I had a day of class at school. Because the principal, Mr. Liao and a teacher went out with the team, there were only three teachers in the school, and no one proposed, but they all chose to leave school one class earlier. In this way, when Jiang Lichen and I went to the township, it was just the usual time after school.

The sun had set, but the afterglow was still there, and the cheers of the children playing ball could still be heard in the central school.

I ran into the central school, found the rostrum of the ball game, and asked how the game was going in our village elementary school. The young physical education teacher from the central school, who came in with the same group of special posts as me, said: "The competition is over, your school is third, and now it is the competition for the championship and runner-up." ”

"So did any students in our school have an accident?" The whistle that ended over there almost drowned out my voice.

"There was a boy who, while fighting for the ball, was thrown out and injured his hand. It looks like it's a dislocation, but the school doctor didn't dare to deal with it, and your principal took it away. ”

I quickly called the principal and asked, it was really the boy who was injured. They are now in the township health center opposite the school in the center of the township.

The township is very small, and it is just a street. The central school and the health center are diagonally opposite. I ran out of the school and said hello to Jiang Lichen, who was still in the car, and went to the health center. Jiang Lichen also got out of the car and followed me to see the situation.

In the emergency room, we could hear the boy's shouting from a distance. Standing at the door of the emergency room, the doctor was holding his hand. The right hand is the hand that writes. The injury was on the elbow, and it was obvious that the bone was forked out. The principal and Liao Lao pressed him, and the doctor was not ambiguous at all. I couldn't listen anymore and quickly turned around. Jiang Lichen walked directly into the emergency room. took a few disposable masks on the table, rolled them together, pinched the boy's mouth directly, stuffed them, completely blocked his mouth, and said, "Such a young child, is there no anesthetic?" It's so direct, I can't stand the pain, and it will leave a psychological shadow. More likely to bite your tongue. ”

The doctor didn't stop at all: "I've been given anesthetic, and he doesn't respond to anesthetic." Anesthesiologists also did not dare to increase the dose. For such a half-grown child, if you can't get it right, it's better to just hurt it safely. ”

Finally, when the doctor finished speaking, the child screamed and pulled his hand together. The doctor put his hand away and ripped the mask from his mouth, but he still had his mouth open, shaking lightly all over his body, and he didn't even close his mouth. I used to watch Zhou Xingxing's movies, and under great fear and pain, I couldn't keep my mouth shut, and I thought it was an exaggeration, but it turned out to be true.

The doctor returned to his desk and wrote the hospitalization slip and said, "Parents haven't come yet?" Your teacher can't sign this signature. Parents must sign it. ”

The boy's parents entered the hospital on a motorcycle, and after a period of busyness, Jiang Lichen and I were squeezed out. "Jiang Lichen, does this kid really have to suffer such a crime? Just to be able to play a game? ”

"More than that! That painting wanted his life. A person who has been hit by the demon in his heart, without external force, is simply impossible to recover. It's like a drug addiction attack, a little bit of cannibalization. Let's go. Let's go back first, don't worry about him, his injuries will be fine, and he'll be fine soon. ”

"So sure?"

"He'll make a deal with that painting, until the end, it's going to kill him."

Jiang Lichen pulled me away. When I got into the car, I looked at his calm appearance and felt very uncomfortable. The boy had been playing with him the other day, and he was looking at him with special admiration, and he was smiling so well at him. Why is he so cold-hearted now that he doesn't care about it? Although I also know that that painting may have a great impact on Jiang Lichen, he can't care about it at all.

"Jiang Lichen, won't you feel sorry for him? Look how much the child hurts. He ......"

Jiang Lichen didn't speak, and the lines of his lips were as cold as anything. I sighed and looked out the window. Why did you forget what Jiang Lichen's identity was? A spy can still be compassionate? He may have done this kind of torturous thing before, so he will know what to bite his tongue.

"Jiang Lichen, otherwise. I'll send me back, I'll go to their house tomorrow and get the painting, and I'll get out by myself. I'll take care of that painting. I don't think there's anything I want to do right now, and that painting can't help me. That boy is a student at our school, my teacher! ”

Jiang Lichen suddenly stopped the car, turned his face sideways, and looked at me: "Yin Xiangting, I found that you are as stupid as a teacher I knew before. Do you know what happened to her? ”

"What?"

"She's dead, forced to die by six Japanese people doing that kind of thing!"

"Jiang Lichen! It's not the Republic of China now! Get back! I'm going to save my students! I can't die without help! If I really don't know anything, I won't feel good in my life if I see that boy die in the hands of that painting just a little bit. ”

Jiang Lichen glared at me fiercely, but he still turned the car and returned to the mountain village. It's just that he didn't wait for tomorrow, but went directly to the boy's house and said that he was going to get the painting.

I was anxious to hold him, and he himself said that maybe the painting would allow him to do what he wanted to do. The painting was dangerous to him. But I didn't hold it, he deliberately left me. Even locked me in the car!

Ten minutes later, he returned. He threw the painting in his arms and said, "See for yourself." ”

I turned the painting over. That painting is not what it was yesterday. The man in the painting frowned, and his elbows, even if they were blocked by military uniforms, could be seen to be strangely swollen.

The facial features of the man in the painting are also clearer than they looked yesterday.

Jiang Lichen said: "Do you understand? ”

"The person in this painting is injured like that child!"

"It's not! He was suffering from the child's pain. That child should have succumbed to his demons, and he hoped that the demons would take away his pain. His pain had shifted to the painting, and he should no longer feel the pain now, and he was resting. The wound will also heal quickly. ”

I put down the painting and looked at him incomprehensibly: "Isn't that a good thing?" ”

"When he gets more and more things in exchange, it's time for him to pay back. He only had his life to pay it back. ”

I'm looking at the painting, it's a human drawing, it's weird.