Ms. Zhang screamed and rushed over.

I hurried over to it.

The car stopped, but it had already pressed past the man's lap.

The man fell to the ground covered in blood, his life and death unknown.

I looked at the cardboard box, which was lying quietly in front of the car, unhit.

The ambulance came soon after, and the traffic police followed.

In the chaos, Lao Du also came down.

He just came over from work to watch the excitement, but he didn't expect that it was Ms. Zhang's husband who had a car accident.

Ms. Zhang was stunned, and she didn't let go of her arm holding on to me.

Lao Du waved his hand and told me to follow over to see if there was anyone who needed help.

He held the box and said that he would keep it for Ms. Zhang first.

Ms. Zhang was stunned and followed me into the ambulance.

When I arrived at the hospital, I learned that the man's arm was fractured, and the thigh was the most serious, and there was a possibility of amputation.

I suddenly remembered the doll.

It was also the arm that was twisted backwards and broke a leg.

Even the location of the injury is exactly the same.

I gasped and stood in the empty hospital hallway, feeling a chill all around me.

Could it be the doll's revenge?

Because the man damaged it, it demanded that the man accept the same injury.

I think of men running out of the green belt eerily.

It's so far away, even if you fall, you will only fall to the ground.

Ms. Zhang is petite and does not have much strength.

How can she push her husband into the driveway?

The fear of the first two days was only a psychological fear, and it did not cause any real harm.

But now I look at the flashing of the surgical light, thinking about the man who is undergoing surgery inside, and I really feel extremely frightened.

That doll, what the hell is it going to do?

How the hell am I going to deal with it?

Resigning now should be the best way to go, right?

I sat outside the operating room door in confusion.

The operation was over at dawn.

Amputation. That leg, I couldn't keep it.

Ms. Zhang collapsed in her seat, suddenly turned around and said to me, "It's a doll, I saw the doll stretching out his hand to push him." It's all retribution, it's Kobayashi's revenge. ”

I took a step back.

Ms. Zhang said: "I don't want him anymore, I don't want him anymore, I don't want ......"

"Don't want whom? Doll? ”

She shook her head desperately, but she didn't say a word, as if she had been greatly stimulated.

The traffic police came in the morning and asked me some questions, after all, I was with the two of them at the time. I didn't dare to say anything, I just said that the husband and wife quarreled.

When I was done, I went back to the store again and wanted to talk to Lao Du.

I want to quit.

Lao Du was in a hurry, "Xiao Ji, it's just right to come back." I mended my clothes again, I should have fallen yesterday, and I checked it again. If you want to take it, you can take it to Ms. Zhang. ”

"Boss, I have something ...... something"

"The factory is in a hurry to call me over, wait for me to come back and talk, help me watch the store first!"

With that, he hurried away.

I stood at the door of the workshop and saw the doll hanging from the workbench.

My mind was in a mess and I didn't want to walk over.

I just went downstairs to the door of the noodle shop and sat down.

I took out my phone and Baidu told me what to do with the doll.

There is a folk supernatural website, and the above post is very interesting.

It is said that dolls carry too many human emotions.

It's something that's meant to be anthropomorphic, and if it's not handled well, it can cause trouble.

He gave three treatment situations.

If it's just an ordinary doll, you can recite the holy name of Nyorai and write the Jizo King Bodhisattva seed on its forehead with your fingers.

In this way, the doll will not absorb the negative emotions of humans, and its energy field will be benign.

If it is a doll that has become negative, it needs to be recited 10,000 times to purify all delusions.

The third case is very special, that is, the doll attracts bad things.

He wrote it vaguely.

If it is an ordinary thing, you can take it to the temple and ask the master to burn it again.

But if there is a source, find its source.

Source?

What source?

That little boy has already exceeded the first two conditions, right?

I really can't do it, I'll take it to the temple and burn it.

My sister-in-law believes in Buddhism, and she said that we have a temple near here that works very well.

I was confused, and seeing that the person who posted the post was a moderator, I tried to send him a private message to explain the situation.

I didn't wait for a reply for a long time.

I finished my noodles and sat in front of the shop doing nothing.

That's when Ms. Zhang called.

Listening to the voice, her emotions calmed down a lot.

"Xiao Ji, thank you so much, otherwise I really don't know what to do alone."

I tentatively asked the doll if she wanted more.

If not, can I dispose of it?

"Yes, of course. Yesterday was an angry talk, how can you not want to? I'm taking care of my husband in the hospital now, and I'll ask my sister to pick it up for me later. ”

Ms. Zhang's tone changed all at once.

Since she still wants it, it's not good for me to take matters into my own hands.

I went to the workshop and prepared to put the doll away.

All of its clothes and shoes are neatly laid out on the countertop.

The clothes that were torn yesterday are also intact and look like new.

I really admire Lao Du, the baby clothes are all sewn by himself.

It can be much more refined than mass production.

I picked up the white shirt and lifted the doll to dress it, trying not to look into the doll's eyes.

As soon as I put on one sleeve, on the back of the doll, I saw the red letter.

When I looked closely, it was a date like a birthday, and there was a row of traditional characters.

I frowned, how could there be such a thing on a doll.

It was like it was written with paint, and I rubbed it but didn't rub it off.

There was a familiar foul smell.

It tasted very similar to what I brought back from the butcher that day.

Could it be that Lao Du wrote it?

Just then, I heard the sound of a key opening the door.

I was so shocked that I hurriedly put on my clothes.

By the time Lao Du came in, I had already clamped the doll under my armpit.

"Ms. Zhang asked me to send it to her."

Lao Du stood at the door of the studio, still holding a black plastic bag with a similar smell coming from inside.

"You didn't see anything just now, did you?"

"Huh? What to see? ”

"What were you going to tell me?"

I was going to say resign.

But looking at Lao Du, he suddenly didn't dare to speak. If it's really him...... Or call the resignation insurance point, and don't want the rest of the salary.

"I'd like to take a day off tonight."

"I asked for leave again, and I said that I would take one day off a month. Forget it, there you go. Remember to give the doll to Ms. Zhang. Lao Du waved his hand.

I breathed a sigh of relief and ran away with the doll in my pocket.

My sister and I agreed to meet at a drink shop on Walking Street, and we waited for her here.

While I was waiting, I turned on my phone.

The moderator replied to me.

"Brother, you are vague, can you describe the specific situation in detail. I'm curious about your experience. ”