After a while, the curtain opened, revealing a rickety old man: "Who are you looking for?" ”

Wen Rou said: "Is this Liu Hang's home?" ”

When the old man heard the word Liu Hang, he was silent for a long time before he said, "Yes, who are you?" What to do with Ahang? ”

"I have a collection of Liu Hang's paintings, and I like his paintings very much, and I want to know about his life." Wen Rou walked to the room.

Ten years later, there are still people who mention their son and praise the paintings painted by his son, and the old man is obviously touched, which is a kind of sad pride.

"Come in."

The old man lifted the curtain and invited Wen Rou into the house.

The room was dark, damp, and cramped.

On the bed sat an older and frail old lady.

It is said that if Liu Hang is alive, he will only be about thirty years old this year, and his parents should be in their fifties and sixties, so they should not be so old.

The old man moved a stool and said, "Please take a seat." ”

Wen Rou thanked and sat down and said, "Can you tell me about Liu Hang?" ”

The old man walked to the bedside table, took out the same pills from a pile of bottles, and said, "Ahang was picked up by the roadside when I came back from the night shift thirty years ago. He was so small at the time, only five or six months. My wife and I are in our forties and have no children, and we like him very much. Although he was born with a disability in his leg, we liked it very much. ”

"Liu Hang is your adopted child!"

No wonder it seems that there is a big age gap, not old children, but adopted children.

"Although he was picked up, we have always raised him as our own. Although Ahang has a disabled leg, he is very well-behaved, and when he was very young, he sat on a stool to help us do handicrafts. When we went to work, he would help us cook dinner on crutches. Since he was a child, he has loved to draw and what he paints like. When I was at the Modu Art School, his paintings were bought and earned, and he gave them to me when he came back. ”

The old man put the selected pills on the cap of the bottle and handed them to the old lady.

The old lady took the cap of the bottle tremblingly, poured all the medicine into her mouth, drank and swallowed.

"He's such a good boy!" His legs are disabled, he doesn't give up on himself, he loves his family, he loves life, he deserves a praise, "That's ...... Do you know why Liu Hang jumped off the building? ”

Although it is cruel to ask why other children's children want to commit suicide, Wen Rou has no good way.

The old man looked at Wen Rou, and his dim eyes suddenly became sharp: "Ahang won't commit suicide, he will definitely not jump off the building!" ”

"So you think Liu Hang's death was murder?" Wen Rou's heart trembled, this also led to a murder case.

The old man sat next to the old lady with a dim expression: "The day before Ahang died, he came back once and cooked a few dishes for me and his grandmother." Tell us that someone wants to buy his paintings, and that they will go back to school to paint after dinner. When we handed in the paintings, we took us to the city for a big dinner. ”

"Do you know what knots Liu Hang had before his death?"

"Heart knots? He has always wanted to make the family's life better, and he wants to see a doctor for his grandmother. ”

That is, lack of money.

If the lack of money is Liu Hang's heart knot, how stubborn this should be for money, and there is resentment in the works that cannot be dispersed.

Wen Rou just wanted to ask Liu Hang more about his hobbies, friends, and living habits, but Chu Chu suddenly broke in, screaming and hiding behind Wen Rou.

"Sister Rourou, help, there's a lewd guy squatting in that room, and it's scratching me!"

Wen Rou turned her head to look at Chu Chu, and there was indeed a wound more than half a foot long from her shoulder to her back, and what flowed out of the wound was not blood, but yin qi.

If you ignore the wound and let the yin qi escape, Chu Chu will dissipate.

Wen Rou hurriedly asked Douzi how to help Chu Chu.

Douzi said: "We have already checked our database, with our current ability, we can't heal Chu Chu, and now the only way is to use the small sealing technique to put Chu Chu into the mallet, which can slow down the speed of the escape of yin qi from her wound, but we still have to find a way." ”

Wen Rou didn't say a word, she directly took out the mallet from her backpack, recited the formula, and sealed Chu Chu.

Chu Chu, who was banned from the mallet, the yin qi from the wounds on his body obviously escaped much slower, and with the nourishment of the mallet, he could basically maintain his balance, and there was no major problem for the time being.

Wen Rou asked Chu Chu: "Who hurt you?" ”

Chu Chu's big eyes were filled with tears, which should have hurt a lot: "In the room next to it, there was an ugly guy squatting on the table, and he suddenly jumped up, and his hand was not a hand, but a hook, grabbed my shoulder, and almost grabbed my shoulder." ”

Although the things in the present world cannot hurt Chuchu, it does not mean that ghosts will not be injured, and things and things in the dimension of ghosts may be harmful to ghosts.

Douzi said: "That guy just chased Chu Chu to the door, Rourou pulled out the mallet, and the guy was scared away." ”

Wen Rou immediately turned on the spiritual eye sense, and found that in the hut next to her, there was a guy with an ugly face like a pig, a hand like a scimitar, and a shrunken orangutan.

Douzi said: "This guy looks like the evil mentioned in our database. But evil spirits generally can't enter people's homes, and every serious person who settles down has the breath left by the family god, and the evil god does not dare to approach. ”

Wen Rou said: "Whatever he is, since he didn't dare to chase him in just now, it means that he is afraid of the mallet, let's go over and take a look." ”

Wen Rou got up, and the two old men looked at her in surprise.

It was really just now that she suddenly pulled out her mallet and recited a spell, which confused the two old men.

Wen Rou didn't bother to explain to them, and walked out of the main house with a mallet.

The evil is in the side room on the right side of the main house.

The door of the side room was closed, Wen Rou reached out to push it, the door was relatively old, and it creaked open.

Only then did Wen Rou understand why the evil could enter people's homes, because there was a statue of the evil on the table, which was ugly and more than a foot high.

When the evil creature shrank, he crouched in his own statue.

Douzi said: "The evil cult grows by sucking the luck and various energies of human beings, and the evil cult that is worshiped by people is called the evil god. If someone invites an evil god into the house, the righteousness left by the original family god in the family will dissipate and no longer protect the family. The family relied on the evil gods for protection. The evil god will help the family to do some things, but in the end, they will drain the luck and energy of the family, and worshipping the evil god is putting the cart before the horse. ”

The old man had already lifted the curtain of the main house, looking at Wen Rou, he didn't understand all Wen Rou's current movements, and the practice of casually pushing open the door of his house.

Wen Rou closed the door of the side room and walked to the old man: "Why do you want to worship an evil god in your family?" ”

The old man was stunned for a moment before he said, "Evil god? How is that an evil god? ”

Wen Rou said: "Let's go, let's talk in the house." ”

The old man turned back to the house, and Wen Rou followed.