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After all, no one in Song Qian's family said to Lao Lai Toad, how would he know that the address of the express was the mental hospital where Lao Lai Toad was staying at the time, a Song Qian, and an old Lai Toad said that there was no relationship between the two and they couldn't tell.

The old man asked me, "What do you mean?"

I told the old man that my meaning was very simple, that is, let the old man not force him or punish him when he caught the old toad, and first ask about the relationship between him and Song Qian.

The old man said yes, I took Song Qian back to the house to rest, and the old man was no exception.

Early the next morning. Secretary Wang ran over and told me that she had told her master to go to retrieve the soul tonight, and that the old man and I would be able to catch him.

I got up, woke the old man up, and discussed the plan.

This time, the plan has been stated three times, that is, no matter what, it must be caught, and there can be no situation like last time, which is mainly to restrain the old man.

The old man agreed.

Secretary Wang left, and I went back to make up for it.

Today, Song Qian's complexion is much better, but she is still the same as before, with no expression and no words.

Staying at home all the time won't help her recovery, so I simply took her out to stay.

The weather is fine, the most suitable for going out for a walk, after walking around outside, I suddenly thought of Song Qian's home, Song Qian should not have been home for a long time, take her back this time to see, will it help her recover.

When I took her to the door, I asked him if he knew where this was.

Song Qian stared at the house and actually shed tears, but her expression had not changed, and I could see from her eyes that she missed this place.

I walked straight into her.

I jumped over the second floor because I didn't have a key, and I gave her the door to open inside.

For some reason, Song Qian's house was obviously uninhabited for a long time, but it was clean and clean, and there was no dust at all.

This is a bit out of style, and generally speaking, even the best house is impossible to be spotless when no one is around, because there will always be ways for dirty things to enter the room.

But Song Qian's home is different, there is no dirt at all, which makes me secretly strange.

But I think that there will be no one in Song Qian's house, even if someone comes in, it will be a thief or something, for thieves, they will not be good enough to clean up the house for you, so I still think it may be that Song Qian's house is stricter, and some garbage can't come in to be so clean.

I pulled Song Qian to the sofa and sat down, and introduced to her every layout in this room, where there is a kitchen, where there is a bedroom, where there is a window, and what can be seen.

The purpose is to stimulate Song Qian's memory. Let them think of their own home.

It's just that Song Qian has been in tears all the time, and she has never stopped since she found this house, and she really didn't say a word.

This makes me feel quite sad, thinking about the previous Song Qian, looking at the current Song Qian, it is like two people.

That's the difference between normal and abnormal.

In the end, I didn't talk to Song Qian about the situation here, but let her feel it herself.

When I was taking Song Qian to feel this, a phone call suddenly came, and I didn't have to think that it must have been Cheng Jiayi's call.

She asked me if I had time and she wanted to play with me.

I glanced at Song Qian, who was staring at me, and explained to Cheng Jiayi that I was busy and didn't have time now.

She asked me when I had time, and I told him that it wasn't clear yet, and that he would have to see what was being said, maybe later, or in the evening, when I had time to call her.

Cheng Jiayi was a little disappointed, and then hung up the phone.

I didn't care, I didn't want other people to destroy us when I spent time with Song Qian.

Song Qian stared at me. Soon she asked me, "Why are you lying?"

My actions stopped abruptly, and the way I stared at her immediately changed, I think I must have misheard, Song Qian has not said a word since she was rescued from the old witch, this is the first time.

I asked her with some surprise: "You, you can speak, you can finally speak, I said that it is useful to bring you here, and sure enough, it is really useful." ”

Song Qian ignored my excitement, and still asked lightly: "Why are you lying?" ”

I was so excited that I didn't hide it from him and told her that I didn't want anyone to bother me when I was with her, especially at this time.

Song Qian's expression didn't change at all: "Am I that important?"

I nodded and told her that she was important and that she was important to me.

Song Qian asked me: "Why doesn't my biological father want me, and my adoptive father doesn't see me, am I particularly annoying?"

I shook my head and said that maybe they had their own troubles, and I believe they wouldn't want her if they didn't.

Song Qian's expression darkened: "I want to go home!"

I told her that this was her home, and she had forgotten it?

I pulled Song Qian up and took her upstairs to have a look, especially her bedroom, in this way to stimulate her memory and make her think of her past.

Every time she looks at something, Song Qian will touch it with her heart, but when I ask her if she knows this, she always shakes her head, saying that she can't remember.

I can only comfort her and tell her not to worry, these are not important, she will think of them, she will definitely think of them.

The two of us stayed at Song Qian's house for a long time, and Song Qian's expression changed slightly here for the first time.

And she speaks, also here?

I plan to take her here in the future when she has nothing to do, so that she can think of her past, her former self, her former home, and everything she used to have.

Song Qian also likes it here, I don't say that I will bring her here more, she likes it here, she really likes it.

Stroking her head, he returned home.

I asked Song Qian to rest and rest, today's day is a great recovery for her memory, but I also know that this kind of stimulation can't be excessive, otherwise it will not be a good thing for Song Qian, I want to control her stimulation, and I should rest when I should rest.

Song Qian rested, I stayed alone in the room and turned on the TV.

At this time, all the news or anti-Japanese dramas are played, which is quite boring, and I don't want to watch sports games.

Randomly selected the TV station, and after a while, it finally stopped on the news, which was originally boring to pass the time, but after a while, something suddenly happened.

It is an interstitial news, a fire broke out in a community, and all the two-story buildings of the residents were burned, and the police are now making every effort to investigate, and the fire alarm has arrived to extinguish the fire.

I deliberately observed the pictures sent from the scene, as well as the address of the community.

When I saw the address, looked straight through it several times, and was sure that it was right, the whole person became excited.

I hurriedly got up, even Song Qian forgot about it, and hurriedly went downstairs to take a taxi over.

After arriving, there were already a lot of people around, there were ambulances, fire police cars, police cars, people who didn't know the truth, and reporters were reporting.

I got into the crowd and found that there was indeed a house on fire, the fire was quite fierce, and the fire was fighting with all its might, and it seemed that it would not be extinguished for a while.

At this time, two uniformed policemen came out of it, and a middle-aged man, dressed in tatters, looked like a beggar.

He was still struggling, begging for mercy from the police on both sides, he was wronged.

When he was about to enter the police car, he had been waiting for a long time and rushed up and stopped the beggar directly.

A fast-talking reporter immediately asked: "You said that you were wronged just now, but I don't know why?"

The beggar thought that he had found a group that could prove that he was wronged, and immediately said: "I was wronged, I did not set the fire, I was deceived, you must believe me!"

The reporter still didn't understand what was going on, so he asked him what was going on? If he was wronged, they would definitely call the shots for him, and they were reporters who were dedicated to upholding justice.

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