Mahiro stared at Seiji... no, he was examining.
"Let's not look like you're lying... What danger is Qianqiu in the end?"
Seiji looked at Qianqiu, the two met their eyes and reached a communication.
"Dad, I just said that Qingwu is a detective, that's a lie." Qianqiu said frankly, "He's actually a psychic."
Zhenhong: "..."
Seiji raised his hand unhurriedly when the famous painter showed an obviously weird expression.
Suddenly the teacup on the table floated up!
Seeing this scene, Mahiro's expression changed to surprise.
Seiji controlled the tea bowl to circle horizontally in front of the other party, up and down, circle around his head, circle around the entire room, and finally landed on the table.
"This is not magic, there is no mechanism, you can check it however you want." Spreading his hand gestured.
The famous painter looked dumbfounded.
Seeing his father like this, Qianqiu had the urge to laugh, but he held back.
After returning to his senses, Zhenhong raised his hand and raised his glasses, then picked up the tea bowl to observe carefully, and then looked at the boy's hand opposite him.
Seiji spread his hands, and turned them up and down, letting the other party look at them casually, with an expression of "you can see that the mechanism counts me as the loser".
Zhenhong looked at it for a while, but couldn't see anything.
But even though he was shocked, he would not choose to believe it just like that.
"The performance was wonderful, and I can't see any flaws." Zhenhong put the tea bowl back on the table, "But I won't just believe that you are a so-called psychic, because I don't know much about magic, and I can't see through magic techniques. is normal."
The implication is "this is just a magic trick that I can't see through".
"I told you this is not magic, it's spiritual power." Seiji said calmly, "I can use this power to move anything in this room, including your body, Mr. Wakaba."
"Qingwu..."
"Don't worry, Qianqiu, I'm not threatening, but discussing the facts. Since Mr. Ruoye doesn't believe it, you might as well experience it for yourself."
Seeing that the young man opposite him was so confident, the famous painter was even more shaken.
"Then let me experience it." Zhenhong said lightly, hiding his wavering.
"I'm sorry." Seiji raised his hand again and cast a spell.
Qianqiu watched this scene a little nervously.
Immediately, Zhenhong felt an invisible force pushing him up!
As he rose into the air, he showed a shocked expression, and looked around him quickly, but he still saw nothing.
"Please don't move too much, it's the first time I've used this technique to move a human being." Seiji said.
Hearing this, Zhenhong froze for a moment. Chiaki also looked at Seiji.
"Before this, it was used to move objects, or deal with spirits." Seiji added.
The tone is calm and calm, completely telling the facts.
Floating in mid-air and circling in circles, Zhenhong couldn't believe it when he experienced this invisible power for himself.
After a while, he fell back on the tatami.
"How do you feel, Mr. Ruoye, do you need to do it again?"
Faced with this problem, the famous painter was speechless.
"Let me admit it, this is a superpower." After a few seconds of silence, he said, "Just treat you as a psychic... What will happen after that? What does this have to do with Qianqiu?"
"There are people with psychic abilities, as well as demons and ghosts in the world, and Qianqiu was targeted by that kind of existence. The reason why this kind of thing happened may be caused by you or her mother..." Seiji roughly explained the situation.
"Dad... Mom's matter is likely to be an abnormal event, Qingwu should be able to help, so tell him." Qian Qiu persuaded at the right time.
Zhenhong's eyes flickered.
What is he feeling at this moment, he does not know.
Finally, he spoke slowly...
…
The "memory" about her is vague, hazy, like a dream.
He could not recall her name or face, and no one he knew, no one he could think of, knew her.
Including the daughter he and she gave birth to and brought up.
In his "memory", she smiled at him with her newborn daughter in her arms, taught her to babble and toddler...
Zeng took his daughter's little hand for a walk with him, while cooking, Zeng looked back at him playing with his daughter...
He once raised his finger to him to indicate that his daughter was asleep and could not speak loudly, and once raised his camera to take commemorative photos of him and his daughter traveling...
It was a very happy scene, and I could feel the warmth just by "recalling".
However, she does not exist.
There is no other person or physical evidence that can prove that she ever existed!
A non-existent wife, a "memory" so happy that it feels illusory, no one knows except him, not even his daughter at all.
The only reasonable explanation is that these "memories" are all his fantasies...or most of them are.
She is your imagination.
Reality told him so.
She is a dream.
He said so to himself.
But... Deep down in his heart, there is a small place stubbornly, and he is unwilling to accept it.
Is it really just fantasy? Is it really just a dream? Is she really just my imagination
He didn't want to accept it, he couldn't accept it, but the reality was in front of him, and the one who made this part of him feel the most uncomfortable was his daughter.
His daughter doesn't know anything... Compared to him, the daughter is the one who should know her most.
There is nothing wrong with my daughter, nothing wrong at all, it is very normal.
It was him who was wrong, who regarded fantasies as memories, abnormal him.
However, I know it rationally, but I can't bear it emotionally.
So... he didn't want to see his daughter.
No, it should be said that he was afraid of seeing his daughter!
The "normal" daughter is like a mirror, allowing him to see his "abnormal" self.
It's wrong and he knows it.
But he can't change it.
The psychiatrist has seen it and tried hard, but after all, I can't get rid of that dream.
Fortunately, even though she was alienated by her father, her daughter lived a good life... Although a little unruly, it was within the scope of reason.
Just wait for the dream to go away.
At that time, if the daughter is still willing, if he can still do it, maybe he can become an ordinary father and daughter.
He thought it was the only way to go, but he didn't expect it to happen now...
…
Mahiro told Seiji and Chiaki about the "memory".
Seiji had a serious expression on his face.
Qianqiu was greatly impacted.
The "memories" her father mentioned...although they might all be fantasies, she faintly felt that these were facts, real things that had happened before!
Why didn't you tell me earlier! She wanted to complain to her father.
But the rational side told her that if her father had told her earlier, she might think that his father was mentally abnormal.
So the father has to hide it.
He didn't want to say it, he just wanted to bear it silently until the end.
Is it because of this that my father has been estranged from me? Qianqiu thought again.
Looking at her father's expression on the opposite side, she felt that it was very possible.
If she had kept the "memories" of her mother and her father knew nothing about it, she might have chosen to distance herself.
Thinking of this level, Qianqiu's mood is extremely complicated, and he doesn't know what kind of expression he has on his face now.
There is only one sentence that I want to say.
"Dad... I'm sorry..."
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