The crowd was all talking about how a four-year-old child could jump off a building. The police were also asking what happened to the child, but no one could answer him.

I think about what happened today. Hamburger would never commit suicide by jumping off a building. Then someone asked him to do it. Someone was lovingly manipulating him. Combined with the function of the bamboo stick doll we discovered today, and what Sister Lin also said

Hamburg scratched his hand by that doll today.

I hurriedly pulled my cousin over and whispered: "Hey, this child was scratched by the bamboo stick doll today. Go and look for the secret person nearby. If he wants to collect his soul, he must still be nearby. I'll look for him.

That doll."

As I said that, I ran towards the trash can where Sister Lin threw the bamboo stick doll today. I discovered for the first time that I am so powerful. I can run so fast even in high heels and a miniskirt.

I rushed to the trash can, not caring that I would be scolded by the aunt who was sweeping the floor, and directly emptied the trash can. The garbage inside was scattered all over the floor. There were all kinds of peels and paper towels, but there was no bamboo skewer doll.

Someone actually took the contents of the trash can! It seemed that after he gave away the bamboo stick doll, he had been waiting nearby. When he saw someone losing the doll, he quickly took it away.

Damn it, if you put it this way, the secret man should not be far from me today. But I didn’t notice it! If I met him, I would step on his a** with my high heels, scratch his face with my sharp nails, and I would look at him

Then what can you do to deal with me?

I don't know what's going on with my cousin. Judging from their hatred for the secret man, if they catch him, he will definitely be beaten to death. It's best not to really beat him to death. That's the problem.

It's just a big one. The big one only needs minor injuries. At most, the cousin's family can spend some money to take care of the person and fish him out.

Just when I was about to leave to find my cousin and the others, I discovered the toy car under the bushes.

It's okay to have a toy car in a small garden. Children often forget to hide their toys in the bushes and grass while playing. But this car actually still has its lights flashing.

I didn't care that my posture might expose my miniskirt (don't think wrong, it's autumn, you can't see anything under the miniskirt because of the thick stockings), I knelt on the ground and reached out to take out the toy car

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On the toy car, transparent glue was used to cover the bloodstained bamboo piece. Judging from the shape, it should be the hand of the bamboo stick doll. Then it should be from Hamburg.

Looking at the flashing car lights, I shouted angrily: "He's going to attack a child. Don't you have children or grandchildren? Are you going to cut off your descendants? If you dare to bring out that knife, I'll stand."

I'll cut it here for you! What kind of expert is there? If you have the guts, you can make soldiers out of enemies, make magic tricks, and make a paper man that can walk! Play with a toy car! I can do it too!"

Anyway, he was so angry that he yelled randomly, and I guessed he could hear me.

My cousin heard my voice and ran over, but we couldn't find anyone around. The hamburger was still on the balcony. We had to find a way as soon as possible.

It has been five or six minutes since we came down, but Hamburger just kept standing and did not jump down. It is probably because he did not receive the order. All he had to do was cancel the order.

It's just that the three of us don't understand this kind of systematic teaching.

Looking at the high-flying little hamburger over there, my cousin hesitated for a moment and said, "Try it. The worst thing you can do is jump off and let the people below take over. Try it, maybe he won't be able to jump off yet."

The cousin rushed to the house and came back down immediately. At this time, most people in the community were watching the excitement, and the elevator was open. It only took four minutes for him to go back and forth, and then he looked at him holding a talisman and unlocking it.

Open the bloody bamboo slices and wrap them up.

"Does your talisman work?" I asked doubtfully. The talisman he drew was never tested once. The only time it was used was for a magic show.

My cousin didn't have much confidence either. He practiced drawing talisman all day long, just facing the pictures. It was nothing like the show on TV, where he was drawing and reciting formulas at the same time. Grandpa also failed to teach him well. Is he doing this right?

No, no one said a word.

But now I can only take a gamble and treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

The cousin wrapped the bamboo stick with a talisman, then thought for a moment and stretched out his hand to his cousin: "Lighter."

If I asked my cousin to make a talisman that could burn fire, it would not be written in phosphorus. Watching her use a lighter to light up the bamboo sticks and burn them together, we all became nervous. If this failed, the burger would be

It jumped down. Grandpa is much better than his cousin, but isn’t there a time when he misses? What if my cousin misses this time and the hamburger jumps down, those quilts will not work.

Before the bamboo sticks on our side were burned, we heard another noise over there, followed by cheers. The child was rescued. Hearing the child crying and calling his mother, he got into the anti-theft net.

The three of us looked at each other, and my cousin was the first to cheer: "Wow, I succeeded! I succeeded! The charm I drew works!"

Actually, I don't know if the talisman works, or if the child will wake up on his own when the time comes. But looking at my cousin's happy look, forget it, I won't hit him.

My brother also came over, listened to our brief explanation of the matter, and kept praising his cousin.

The crowd dispersed and we all went home. But I was more cautious and took the toy car home.

After the baby fell asleep, I put the car in front of my computer desk and studied it.

After my cousin took a shower, he walked into the study and saw me and asked strangely: "Sister, isn't it time for me to play games?"

I rolled my eyes at him and waved to him: "Come here."

My cousin came over, watched me playing with the car, and immediately said, "Just throw it away. If something happens and I get home, it won't be easy to deal with."

I frowned and said, "Look carefully!" I pointed to a bit of grass in the wheel.

It's not surprising that there are some grass stalks in the wheels. The car was pulled out from under the bush just now. I scraped some of the grass stalks from under the wheels, put them on a piece of white paper, and handed it over: "Smell it."

The cousin looked at it, smelled it, and after a while he said: "The incision is very flat. It was cut with a knife, not natural. And the smell...this is Chinese medicine."

"Smart. Chinese medicine, old Zhong's clinic."

"Fuck, I'm going to beat that bastard to death tomorrow. Get up, I'll play games, and you'll be happy with me."

Yes, I made a big discovery today, so I won’t argue with him. I stood up and said, "I’ll give you this computer. I’ll buy a new laptop tomorrow." It’s impossible for me to give him a new one. This is a second-hand one.

good.

Chapter 20 Infertility

The second uncle's health improved a bit and he came to our house the next day. My cousin must have also reported to him what happened to us during this period. After all, my cousin has to deal with so many things at his business level.

Things can't be done without someone's guidance from behind.

Now that we have determined that Uncle Li is innocent, and that he is even on our side, we invited Uncle Li to come over for dinner at dinner time. Of course, it was at a food stall near the community.

Those who live in the city may understand. It is troublesome to prepare a big meal at home when guests come. After all, it is troublesome to prepare a table of dishes, tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, and to clean up after eating. So more people

It's to go to the food stalls.

Because my second uncle was also here, he also called me dad.

As soon as the door in the box was closed, I said first: "No smoking!" I came with my baby in my arms. In this way, I took my baby and my aunt, just to eat myself, and listened to the men chatting.

sky.

After analyzing what happened during this period, the cousin said that he planned to visit the old Zhong's house in a few days. The second uncle remained silent, lit a cigarette, and hesitated for a while before expressing his attitude.

He thought it wasn't Lao Zhong. He was probably someone they didn't know.

I was complaining in my heart, why is the second uncle so sure that he is not Lao Zhong? Are they gay?

Uncle Li was also silent and looked like he was thinking seriously. The meal ended just like that.

The second uncle planned to go back that night, so we didn't stay much and asked our cousin to drive him back.

My cousin came back to me very late at night, and he brought something in a black cloth bag. As soon as he came back, he went straight to take a bath. My baby and I were playing in the living room, watching the baby pull out the things in the black cloth bag.

Things were being thrown and beaten. I was making egg custard in the kitchen, preparing to give it to the baby as a midnight snack, when I heard my cousin screaming: "Wow! Happy! You can't eat this!"

My voice was so startled that I thought something big had happened. When I came out, I saw that the baby was holding a mahogany sword in her hand. It was small, only about thirty centimeters, less than forty centimeters. She was biting it.

.I said: "Why are you asking us to leave like this? This bite will not kill you."

Anyone who has a baby knows that at this age, children like to bite and grind their teeth on everything they see.

My cousin rescued the slobbery mahogany sword from Xingfu's mouth, and I quickly picked up my baby and coaxed her. I lost a toy, so I had to prepare a new toy for her to divert her attention.

The cousin wiped his saliva and said, "This is passed down from our ancestors. My dad just gave it to me today."

After the baby stopped crying and handed it to the aunt to feed him egg custard, I went over to take a look and said, "Why is this peach wood sword so small?"

"how could I know."

"Shouldn't it be wrapped in yellow cloth? That's how it is shown on TV. Why is this black cloth?" I picked up the cloth bag and looked at it curiously. I threw it to my cousin. "Wash it yourself!"

"What kind of black bag? It's clearly a yellow bag, but I don't know which great-grandfather used it. No one has washed it after wearing it for generations. The bag has turned black.

It is estimated that the antique bag will rot when exposed to water.
Chapter completed!