"I've seen it upstairs before, and you treat everyone very kindly, and you don't look down on us like everyone else."

Hearing the little boy's reason, Song Lan couldn't help but feel sad.

What kind of environment did this child live in before that he could be seen as a role model for such trivial things?

Song Lan admits that he is usually kind to others, but that is only because he is too lazy to quarrel with others, so once he meets someone who is stubborn, he usually turns to support the other party's idea "Yes, you are right, I support you".

Don't underestimate these words, they are the killer tools to calm down strife in daily life.

But then, he made a rather frightening discovery.

The kid was clearly talking about him pacifying the refugees in the big conference room, but he was sure the kid wasn't there at the time.

Although he may not be able to remember the faces of all the refugees, he is not so forgetful that he can even forget whether there are children in the conference room.

Similarly, when the new Grand Prosecutor stormed into the large conference room to find someone, the child was not inside.

Combined with the other party's behavior of following her all the way, as well as the coldness for no reason, Song Lan couldn't help but have a thought.

This little boy, could it be......

Phantom.

and, the "goods" that the Foster family is looking for.

When these two identities are combined, Song Lan feels that things can be explained.

"Big brother, I'll come back to you again."

The little boy's eyes were firm, "I have a reason why I have to be stronger." ”

After that, he didn't leave Song Lan the slightest time to explain, and directly dodged into the green bushes next to him, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Song Lan waited for a moment before approaching the green belt and pulling apart the branches and leaves in fear.

Behind the branches and leaves is dirt, and further on there is a wall that encloses the compound, and in order to prevent gangsters from climbing over the wall to enter the compound, a power grid is installed on the wall.

He couldn't find a physical explanation for the boy's disappearance.

Song Lan didn't say anything, just silently got on the bicycle.

It seems that there is one more thing after returning home today:

In 2166, was there a haunted event?

Only on this issue, 2166 is no different from 2020, there are different opinions on the Internet, and without exception, from the initial scientific discussion, gradually turned into a ghost story telling competition, and people who discuss this topic seem to be eager to share their newly made up ghost stories with others.

As a result, Song Lan not only did not find any scientific basis to support the existence of ghosts, but was also frightened by ghost stories several times.

At half past eight, the sky in the seventeenth district had completely darkened, and the window of the living room was pitch black, even if the headlights in the living room were full, Song Lan still couldn't feel any sense of security.

A thunderclap streaked across the night sky, and torrential rain fell without warning.

The ensuing sound of the door opening made Song Lan jump up from the sofa directly holding the tablet.

"I'll ...... What's the matter with you? ”

Lu Xiang, who entered the door, looked at Song Lan with suspicious eyes, she saw the tablet that Song Lan was holding in his hand, he rarely came to the living room to surf the Internet.

Every time I clicked on the browsing history of his computer and tablet, it was empty.

"Oh, Director, you're back just in time, you're back very nice!"

……

Ten minutes later.

"You say, you're scared by horror movies and ghost stories?"

Lu Xiang was a little speechless, she saw Song Lan's nervous appearance just now, and thought something was wrong.

She really didn't know what to say about Song Lan.

As a law enforcement officer, he not only watched movies when he went to work, but was also frightened by the virtual scenes in the movies, and when she came home from work, she had to comfort the other party for this.

"In this world, there really are ghosts, right?"

Seeing that the atmosphere had arrived, Song Lan raised the question in her heart at the right time.

For this question, he had to "confess" the fact that he used his work time to watch ghost movies.

But the truth is that he watched a comedy movie when he went to work, and the thunder and knocks on the door did not frighten him to jump up from the couch, and the reason why he appeared nervous was to make the question seem more natural.

He now has several issues that need to be addressed urgently.

Where did the little boy come from, where was he going, and ......

Will he peek at him taking a shower.

"There are no ghosts in this world."

Lu Xiang's tone was very affirmative, "All haunted incidents are artificially created. ”

Speaking of this, Lu Xiang wanted to speak again and again, but looking at Song Lan's somewhat pale face, she finally sighed and said, "Remember when I mentioned the third assessment standard to you before?" ”

"Yes."

"The coalition government calls it psionic power, and it's an innate psychic power that makes people see visions that don't exist, and most of the known hauntings are caused by them.

"The reason why I don't want to mention this to you is that I don't want you to search for anything related to psionic energy, if you want to stimulate spiritual power, you need to go through unimaginable pain for ordinary people, even if you have endured these pains, most of their personalities will be distorted, and there are a lot of criminal gangs on the Internet that take advantage of people's ignorance of psionic energy and trick them into being guinea pigs."

Saying that, Lu Xiang picked up the spoon in front of Song Lan and handed it to the latter, in order to avoid Song Lan being deceived, she still decided to explain it to him at one time, "If you are really interested...... Take it. ”

Song Lan did so.

"Focus."

"Hmm."

"Then try to change its form."

"Hey——!"

Song Lan put her hands together, her movements were as fast as a kung fu master, and she slammed her thighs with her spoon tightly, as if she had done her best.

But it didn't move.

Lu Xiang's face was cloudy, and she took advantage of Song Lan's inattention to twist the back of her hand so that she didn't laugh out loud.

How can this Song Lan be funnier than a comedian on TV?

"I'm asking you to change its form with your consciousness."

"Consciousness?" Song Lan looked incredulous, "How is this possible?" ”

"This means that you are not being stimulated with psionic potential."

Lu Xiang said in a natural tone, "You may not need this knowledge for the rest of your life, and if you hear it, forget it—there are three different forms of psionic energy in the early stage, and the assessment agency calls them destruction, interference, and support, and they will evaluate it based on skimming the spoon, bending the spoon, or restoring the spoon, which determines the future direction of the ability." ”

Speaking of this, Song Lan understood.

That is, he should have skipped the initial stage by now.

"Don't be cranky, it's not going to be haunted."

"Then I'll be relieved."

Song Lan diverted the topic, "You have worked hard these days, I specially burned beef brisket for you today to improve your food." ”

He brought the beef brisket that had been stewed all night to the table, and served Lu Xiang a bowl of white rice.

By the way, quietly took a spoon from the kitchen counter.

"I'll go clean up and call me when you're ready."

"Hmm."

……

Back in the room, the door was locked, and Song Lan took out the spoon and put it in front of him.

Sabotage, interference, support.

He was also a little curious about which of the three his abilities belonged to.

He slowly closed his eyes, and Lu Xiang's instructions seemed to echo in his ears:

Focus.

Try to change its form.

When I opened my eyes again, the spoon in my hand was gone.

There is no bending, no breaking, and it is not left as it is.

With the help of the moonlight coming in through the window, Song Lan saw the gray-white dust scattered in his room.

The fine dust fell on the bed, on the floor, and then merged with the whole room, never to be seen again.