"What a fantasy!" I was almost pissed off by Monk Shi. "Are you still a sorcerer? Don't you know that fate cannot be predicted?"
"The past is unknown and the future is unpredictable" is the general rule of destiny.
Although things in the past have already happened, most people see the results, not the process. Because there may be several or even dozens of people involved in a certain event, and the process is extremely complicated. Even the parties involved may not be able to explain every detail. As a third-party fortune teller, if you want to see the whole story of an event, it is equivalent to forcibly tearing open a hole in the way of heaven and peeking into the past from the perspective of gods. Is this something that human power can do
Predicting the future is the foundation of fortune-tellers, but no one can predict everything about the future with any accuracy. Seeing through the future is more difficult than seeing through the past. It is like placing yourself in the way of heaven and looking at the world with the eyes of heaven.
Monk Shi asked me to use another method to calculate, which was nothing more than calculating the same problem from a different angle. I still couldn't calculate the details of the time.
When Shi Heshang heard what I said, he suddenly lost his temper. Lao Du also sighed and started to think of ways to clean up the mess here. After all, two people died and he had to report it.
As I turned to go out, I accidentally caught a glimpse of the unfinished oil painting by He Yang, and suddenly turned around to look at the painting.
The background of the painting He Yang painted before his death was extremely dark. At first glance, it looked like a closed room, or a tomb. There was a coffin in the middle of the canvas, and a slender human hand stretched out from the edge of the half-open coffin lid, as if a female ghost was trying to climb out of the coffin.
On the right side of the coffin is a child sitting on the ground with his legs curled up. The child's facial features are not fully drawn, but from the direction of his face, the child is looking at the figure in the coffin, as if waiting for him to crawl out.
I walked to the front of the canvas and looked at it carefully for a while before I whispered to myself, "Why did he paint such a strange picture?"
Monk Shi disagreed and said, "Those artists don't think the same as you do. You can't appreciate what they think is good. Okay, let's go!"
After I returned to the clinic, I kept thinking about the oil painting that He Yang painted before his death. I always felt that the painting seemed to express something to others, but I couldn't guess what He Yang meant.
I thought for a long time before picking up the phone and calling Lao Du: "Lao Du, check if there are any similar paintings in He Yang's studio... Yes, yes... something similar to the one he just painted. If there are, bring them all back to me, I can use them."
Not long after, Lao Du came back with a bunch of oil paintings: "What do you want these paintings for?"
"Let me see..." I picked up an oil painting at random. Although the painting was colorful, the main subject looked like a group of ghosts dancing in the air. Each ghost had a different color and seemed to be expressing different emotions, as if it wanted to tell someone something.
In one corner of the painting, there is a figure that seems extremely lonely. The thin figure squats alone and helplessly in a world filled with ghosts, giving people a sense of desolation that one wants to help but is unable to do so.
I frowned and asked, "How was this picture drawn?"
Lao Du said: "This painting is He Yang's masterpiece, called "Redemption", which means a pure heart falls into a world full of evil, waiting in loneliness for someone to redeem his soul."
"How do you know?" As I picked up another painting, Lao Du explained, "About ten years ago, I accompanied Wan Qiao to see He Yang's exhibition. The main theme of the exhibition was this. I was deeply impressed by this painting..."
After I looked at several paintings in a row, an idea suddenly flashed in my mind: "Lao Du, have you noticed that there is a child in every painting of He Yang? What if this child is Tongtong?"
"What did you say?" Lao Du's eyes widened in an instant.
I said in a deep voice: "I remember I said before that when children draw, they are either copying or drawing what they have seen. Tongtong drew the ghost with a knife outside the window, which means he did see a ghost."
"Let's make an assumption. Tongtong was born with the ability to see ghosts and spirits. He can see things that others can't see, but he never told anyone about it. Or, even if he did, no one would believe him."
"But he told He Yang. He Yang drew "Redemption" based on Tong Tong's description."
Lao Du's face turned pale instantly: "Tongtong told me before that he could see monsters, I thought... I thought it was just a child's imagination... Could it be true?"
"It might be true!" Xie Wanhua said, "Brother-in-law, you don't know that Tongtong was suffering from autism before he disappeared, and I was his attending physician. I didn't want you to know, so I kept it a secret from you."
Lao Du immediately asked in a stern voice: "How could Tongtong suffer from autism?"
Xie Wanhua shook her head and said, "He disappeared before I could gain Tongtong's trust, so I didn't find the root cause of his illness. However, I am sure that Tongtong's condition suddenly worsened after the exhibition, and my sister also cut off contact with He Yang."
"That's right!" I said, "People who are born with the ability to see ghosts are very likely to suffer from autism if there is no sorcerer to look after them. They can see things that others cannot see, and can even hear the voices of ghosts."
"Many wandering ghosts hope to ask for things they want, such as paper money and clothes, from people who can see ghosts, so they always appear in front of them."
"At this time, if someone believes in them, it's fine. If no one believes in them, then there are two results. One is that the wandering ghosts will leave one after another when they see that there is no profit to be made. The other is that the ghosts will be angered and they will harass the other party even more fiercely."
After I said this, I paused for a moment and said, "I think that was Tongtong's situation at the time. The only person he was willing to communicate with, or the only person willing to believe in him, was He Yang."
"Tongtong told He Yang everything he saw in order to seek shelter and comfort. However, instead of helping Tongtong, He Yang concealed the matter and used everything Tongtong saw as material for his own creation. He may even have been deceiving Tongtong in order to find material."
"It was not until the exhibition started that Tongtong realized he had been deceived. He Yang had destroyed the last bit of hope in his heart. That's why Tongtong's autism suddenly got worse."
Lao Du immediately slammed the table and stood up: "Fuck him! If he's not dead, I won't let that bastard off..."
"Don't get excited..." I hadn't finished my words when Lao Du's phone rang. Soon after Lao Du picked up the phone, he yelled, "Tell that bastard that I took the painting, let him ask me for it himself... Lawyers are shit..."
Monk Shi held down the excited Lao Du and said, "What's going on? Don't get excited first."
Lao Du was so angry that he was shaking all over: "He Yang's wife ran to the police station with her lawyer and said that I illegally seized He Yang's paintings. Fuck him..."
Monk Shi said, "This is not easy to handle! Just find a suitable reason to detain him and make him anxious to death."
Monk Shi was giving bad advice again. Lao Du was a policeman, not a bandit, and he had a lawyer with him. If he wasn't careful, it would be a difficult situation to resolve.
I said in a deep voice, "As for He Yang's wife, if you can suppress it, then suppress it. If you can't, then return the things to her. The most important thing now is to find who Xie Wanqiao had contact with back then."
Lao Du finally calmed down after I distracted him. I continued, "If you want to save someone with yin-yang eyes, the best way is to find a sorcerer to help cover up the eyes, or directly take Tongtong in and slowly guide him to become a sorcerer."
I said in a deep voice, "If you can be sure that Xie Wanqiao has never learned magic, then the process of looking for a doctor for Tongtong is her only chance to come into contact with a sorcerer. If we want to investigate, we have to start from the fortune-telling street."
"People who have never been exposed to magic have no direct way to find a genuine magician. They must be introduced by someone. There should be no suitable introducer in Xie Wanqiao's circle. If she heard from other channels that magic can cure Tongtong, she would most likely go to the fortune-telling street to find someone first."
"Let's go to the fortune-telling street!" Lao Du turned around and walked out without saying a word.
We rushed all the way to the fortune-telling street, and Lao Du wanted to use Xie Wanqiao's photo to find someone, but I stretched out my hand to stop him and said, "It's a waste of time to look for someone like this. I will take you to find someone."
The person I found was Lao Dong, the old man who instructed them to stand in the sun when I took over Wang Shiyu's business.
Lao Dong doesn't have any real skills, but he knows everything in the fortune-telling street. Sometimes, I even think that he comes to the fortune-telling street just for entertainment. Apart from chatting with people every day, he doesn't take any business. However, his knowledge is the best in the fortune-telling street.
After I found Lao Dong, I dragged him to a deserted place. Lao Du took out a photo from his pocket and asked, "Have you seen this person before?"
The old boss looked at the photo for a long time and said, "It's so blurry, I can't remember it."
This was not the boss's fault. After all, it had been at least eight years since Xie Wanqiao came to the fortune-telling street, or even longer than that. If there was nothing particularly memorable, who could remember a person who occasionally passed by in the busy fortune-telling street
I reminded him, "This person came to the fortune-telling street to find someone to seal his child's yin-yang eyes. Do you remember anything?"
"Oh my!" Old Dong slapped his thigh, "You should have told me earlier! This matter was all over the fortune-telling street at the time. I thought I seemed to have seen her somewhere." (To be continued)