"After our family's matter is resolved, you can go back." In an inexplicable atmosphere, I said bluntly.
"Of course. Otherwise, would I still live in Beining? The old house and Bai can't be left alone."
Wen Jiubai said in a natural tone. But if you think about it carefully, this is also a matter of course. Wen Jiubai and I were originally different people, meeting him was just an adventure when I was studying in a foreign land, and now, this adventure has come to an end.
Unexpectedly, Wen Jiubai quickly said again, "Of course, you will go back with me at that time."
"How is it possible, don't be stupid." I said disapprovingly, "My mother has already completed the withdrawal procedures for me, and she will definitely not let me go to school again."
"It's not certain now." Wen Jiubai smiled, "Besides, this incident in your family may not be resolved when."
When Wen Jiubai said this, I couldn't help worrying that my grandma who was suffering from a strange disease was coming, and asked in a low voice, "Is that monster called 'Spirit' so difficult to get rid of?"
"No, it's just a lowly little monster." Wen Jiubai refuted me unexpectedly, "It's similar to the kind of monster that can't turn back when you hear your name behind your back when you're walking at night. I've dealt with it too. There is no difficulty in entrusting several sprites."
"Then why this time—" I asked eagerly, but was interrupted by Wen Jiubai's eyes.
"This time the situation is a little more complicated." Wen Jiubai spread his hands, "Even if the weakest little monster has to figure out where it parasitizes. But now we don't even know who it is parasitizing on. Even a clever exorcist can't get rid of it."
"If you don't understand, try to figure it out! This kind of thing—" I was half-sentenced, but suddenly stopped.
Wait, what did Wen Jiubai just say
My mind is a little messy, it's all because Wen Jiubai is always saying some magical words, so I can't understand what he means at all. But something was wrong, something was wrong with this matter from the very beginning.
"Wait. What did you just say, can you say it again?" I suddenly looked up at Wen Jiubai. Although the latter looked puzzled, he still remembered it.
"... No matter how clever an exorcist is, they can't get rid of it." Wen Jiubai said.
"No, no, one more sentence." I waved my hand indiscriminately.
"That is, 'but we don't even know who it's parasitizing on now'?"
"Yes! That's the sentence!" I cried out, looking at him seriously, "Why do you say that?"
Wen Jiubai frowned and crossed his arms, "I told you that from the beginning, didn't I? Ghosts come from the human heart. If you want to get rid of ghosts, you must first..."
"We need to start investigating people's hearts first, I know." I asked eagerly, "But isn't the person parasitized by sprites my grandmother?"
Wen Jiubai's frown deepened, and he shook his head, "No, I never said that your grandma was parasitized by sprites. Although she looks a little crazy now, it's possible that she was just influenced by sprites." Influence or other physical reasons, it’s not because of the sprite’s possession that it’s crazy. If it was, I would have killed that sprite in the first place.”
I stared at him dumbfounded, like a bomb exploded in my head.
Not grandma.
It was not my grandma who was possessed by sprites.
But Wen Jiubai said that there are monsters who have been entrenched in my house for a long time and refused to leave.
In this way, is it someone else who is possessed by a sprite
In an instant, the faces of many people flashed through my mind: my mother, uncle, second aunt, second cousin, cousin... Could it be that one of them was possessed by a sprite
No, not right. If grandma wasn't possessed by a ghost, why on earth did she become so crazy and abnormal
Just when I was puzzled, Wen Jiubai suddenly said something.
"When your grandmother first entered the hospital, did the doctor check her throat?"
I was taken aback, and nodded, "That's right, the doctor also said at the time that there seems to be something wrong with my grandma's vocal cords..."
"Then has she ever had this throat problem before?" Wen Jiubai asked sharply.
"I, I don't know..." I stammered, "I don't come here often, but in my memory, I don't seem to have it..."
"Okay, then one last question." Wen Jiubai looked at me seriously, and asked every word, "Will that problem with the vocal cords make your grandma unable to speak normally?"
There was a "hum" in my head, as if I thought of something, but I refused to admit the fact, "What do you mean?"
"Don't you understand?" Wen Jiubo whispered, "Since your grandma is not the one who was possessed, then she is the one who was persecuted. The one who was really possessed destroyed her throat, making her unable to speak, That's why she will do all kinds of crazy moves to desperately attract your attention. I have noticed before that the bruise on her forehead is not like she hit the wall by herself, but more like someone is grabbing her His hair was smashed against the wall."
I was so surprised that I couldn't speak, "How, how... why did that person do this?"
"At first, maybe it was just to keep her from saying unnecessary things. But now..." Wen Jiubai mused, "She has caused too much trouble, and that person may change her mind and make the poor old man speechless forever Come on."
Wen Jiubai and I ran towards the hospital, but fortunately we were not too far away from the hospital, so we went upstairs panting all the way, and went straight to my grandmother's ward.
It was early morning, the quietest time in the whole hospital. Except for some trembling inpatients and the quiet doctor on duty, there was no one in the whole building.
Therefore, at this time, the loud noise of things falling and the hoarse screams were particularly harsh.
A bad premonition welled up in my heart, and I rushed to open the door of the ward before Wen Jiubai.
Then, the scene inside made me completely stunned.
The first thing that caught my eye was my second aunt Zhang Shanqiu. She stood on the ground with one foot and stepped onto the bed with the other. The white coat on her body, which I thought was very beautiful, was all covered with blood at this time, making it a mess. Her clothes were all red on her face. She held a gleaming knife high in her hand, and blood dripped from it continuously, reflecting the twisted and ferocious smile on her face.
And my grandmother was lying on the ground, writhing in pain, as if trying to escape from the hospital bed, and it could be seen that she had been hit by the knife several times on her legs and body.
Grandma struggled to raise her head to look at me, her eyes filled with fear, anger, pain and expectation for help.
Wen Jiubai was right, that... absolutely could not be the expression that a mad person would have.