The Taoist priest looked directly into the store manager's eyes, his eyes not evading at all.
After a long time, he uttered a sentence in a sonorous voice, "We want to finish this secret room."
There was silence.
"You broke the lock of my house just to run in and finish the scene?" The store manager couldn't accept this bizarre reason, "And you brought a member who kept fainting..."
"First of all, we didn't pick the lock," Qin Yin calmly raised her hand to interrupt the store manager, "it was you who forgot to close the door."
"impossible."
"What's impossible? Go and take a look. If there are any signs of prying on the lock, I'll swallow it on the spot."
"Secondly," Luo Jiutian stood up, "I didn't faint constantly, I just happened to faint twice."
The store manager crossed his arms and finally realized that he was not facing a group of normal people.
Then, he lowered his head and took out his cell phone.
Jasmine looked at him dialing the number hurriedly, as if she had guessed something, and stepped forward and asked, "Who are you calling?"
The store manager dialed the call button and put the phone to his ear, "Hey, Public Security Bureau? This is Building C of Huli Building... What are you doing!"
Jasmine swooped down, quickly grabbed his cell phone, and hung up the phone quickly.
"You...you are really a bunch of lunatics!..."
The store manager staggered and was about to run to the front desk where the landline phone was kept, but the fool stood up and blocked his way.
Xiaolan felt that she had to do something.
After all, the reason why they came here to make such a fool of themselves was not only to find the source of the light for Luo Jiutian, but also the most important basis was their own dream.
"You... may I ask, do you have a younger brother?" Xiaolan stared into the store manager's furious eyes and asked hesitantly.
The store manager calmed down a little and looked at Xiaolan suspiciously, "Haven't you seen him?"
Seen it?
ah……
Xiaolan opened her mouth slightly.
He was referring to his twin brother, whom he met in the secret room last time.
However, that body shape does not match the outline in the dream.
"No, no," Xiaolan's eyes wandered away, then returned to him after a moment, "Are there other brothers?"
The store manager let go of the arm that was struggling with the fool, turned around, and looked directly at Xiaolan, "What do you mean?"
Xiaolan swallowed, her voice light and airy.
"He said... he wanted to go home."
The air around seemed frozen.
Xiaolan held her breath gently.
The store manager was stunned for a few seconds.
Almost instantly, he rushed in front of Xiaolan and squeezed her shoulders tightly with both hands, shaking her so hard that Xiaolan almost couldn't help but punch.
"What are you talking about?...What brother...go home...how do you know...where did you hear about it?...You..."
The fool finally reacted and grabbed the store manager's arms to stop his movement.
Sure enough there is a problem.
"Calm down, calm down..." The Taoist priest grabbed the store manager with one hand and protected Xiaolan behind him with the other, standing between the two of them, "Sir, we specialize in dealing with this kind of problem. Please calm down first. You might as well sit down.
How about we have a good talk?"
A few minutes later, the store manager re-hung the lock on the door to the inside and placed the sign indicating the closure of business. He returned to the lounge inside and walked to the middle of a circle of people.
Everyone was silent, waiting for him to speak.
The store manager picked up the tray and distributed tea one by one.
"You're welcome," the Taoist priest took the tea and nodded, "Mr. Store Manager, I'm not busy. Let's talk about business first."
"My name is Zhao Baihuan," the store manager handed out the last cup of tea and put down the tray, "The one you saw last time was my twin brother named Zhao Qianle, and she... the child she was talking about is our third brother, Zhao Wansheng.
"
This family is pretty good at picking out names.
The Taoist priest nodded and waited for the next sentence.
Zhao Baihuan moved over to a small round soft chair, sat down, and looked into the distance.
"Our younger brother, Wansheng, is ten years younger than us. If he had lived until now, he should be about the same age as you." Zhao Baihuan's eyes moved back to Xiaolan, with tears glistening in his eyes, "It's a pity that
, as early as five years ago, he left us forever."
Xiaolan's tense back relaxed inexplicably.
That's right.
There are basically not many living people who can dream about it.
"Wan Sheng said...he wants to go home?" He asked in a questioning tone.
Xiaolan thought for a moment, "That was a little boy, not as big as me. He said, brother, go home."
Zhao Baihuan sighed, curled the corners of his mouth downwards, sighed again, and raised the corners of his mouth stiffly.
"Okay..." Zhao Baihuan patted his thigh, "At least... at least now, Wan Sheng can speak."
Everyone exchanged looks.
Jasmine leaned forward with her upper body, "What do you mean? Can't you talk while Wan is alive?"
"Wansheng... is a disabled child," Zhao Baihuan lowered his head and closed his eyes, "He is a deaf-mute with some intellectual disabilities."
ah……
Xiaolan felt sour in her heart.
The girls and Baomu all showed distressed expressions.
"Then how did he leave?" Luo Jiutian asked while drinking tea. Jasmine glared at him angrily.
"Five years ago, that day... Wan Sheng suddenly became weird that day," Zhao Baihuan recalled. "He shut himself up in the room and refused to come out even if he was asked to eat. In the evening, he quietly ran over and handed the
I wrote a letter, and after that...he jumped out of the window in his room. Our family lived on the eighth floor, without any shelter. On the way to the hospital, Wansheng left."
Xiaolan held back her tears again.
There are so many strange places.
"What is written in the letter?" Xiaolan asked hurriedly.
"Just some... they should be what he has been saying for many years," Zhao Baihuan declined the tissue handed over by Qiao Nian, "Speaking of him, he actually had this idea a long time ago, but he was always afraid that we would be sad. Now he feels
, the pain was really unbearable, and he couldn’t bear it anymore, so he made such a decision. I hope we won’t blame him or be sad.”
Xiaolan frowned.
Is this what a mentally retarded elementary school student would say?
Sure enough, Jasmine also questioned, "Is this what Wan Sheng wrote to you?"
"To sum it up, it probably means something like this," Zhao Baihuan wiped his face, "Wan Sheng is not very good at using language, and the word order is quite confusing. This is the summary after our understanding."
Everyone nodded.
This is much more reasonable.
"Having said that, I must have been stimulated by something that made Wan Sheng suddenly have the idea of committing suicide," Jasmine then asked, "Have you investigated it?"
"Of course," Zhao Baihuan shook his head helplessly, "but I didn't get the answer. Wan Sheng went to a special school. There were children like him in the school. Wan Sheng also had a good relationship with his classmates. There was no bullying.
.”
"This is a doubtful point," the Taoist priest raised his chin, "and more importantly, why didn't he leave?"