When Xiao Lan entered the room, the pervert was still standing by the swing in the yard, looking at them with hatred. When Aunt Ping walked to the window, Xiao Lan looked out through the window and saw that the man had disappeared.
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Xiaolan felt relieved, but a little uneasy.
On the one hand, the pervert obviously had bad intentions, and I don't know where he was hiding at this moment. On the other hand... Xiaolan felt that her situation was also very embarrassing.
For a spider as big as hers, hiding behind Aunt Ping's collar like this, it feels like it will be discovered sooner or later. When the time comes...
"Xiao Jia is so good," Aunt Ping held Xiao Jia's hand and said with a kind smile, "Okay, wash your hands, we are ready to eat."
"Hmm..." Xiaojia agreed absentmindedly.
"What's wrong? Are you still scared?" Aunt Ping noticed something was wrong with Xiao Jia, "Don't be scared, the spider has been driven away."
Not really, Xiaolan thought.
"Aunt Ping..." Xiaojia hesitated for a long time before hesitantly said, "I seem to have seen a ghost."
Instead of teasing or lecturing Xiao Jia, Aunt Ping tilted her head and asked seriously, "What's going on?"
"I was swinging outside..." Xiaojia pointed out the window, "Then the swing next to me suddenly started to move."
"That's because it's windy outside, idiot." The seven or eight-year-old boy just touched it at some point and complained again.
"There's no wind outside!" Xiaojia retorted, scratching her neck.
"There is obviously wind, but look, the swing is moving now," the little boy said, "You must be lying again."
"I didn't! That's not how the swing moved just now...The swing just flew so high!...I..."
"Dongdong," the fool came over and took the little boy's hand, "Don't quarrel with Xiaojia. Go and wash your hands and eat."
Xiao Jia was so angry that she puffed up her mouth. She shook Aunt Ping's arm and said coquettishly, "Aunt Ping, everything they said is true...I didn't lie..."
Aunt Ping had been deep in thought since just now. She only reacted after being shaken by Xiao Jia. She squatted down and asked softly, "Xiao Jia, be good, tell Auntie, what did you see just now?"
"It's...originally, I was the only one on the swing," Xiaojia stretched out both hands and gestured to hold the swing, "Then, the swing next to me also started to move, and then it became more and more violent, and then
...fly higher than me..."
Aunt Ping followed Xiao Jia's hand and looked out. There was a constant breeze outside. The two swings were swaying slowly in the wind, but they did not fly up, nor did they fly very high.
But Aunt Ping's eyes were obviously panicked.
"Aunt Ping..." Seeing that Aunt Ping was stunned, Xiao Jia asked timidly, "Is there a ghost?"
Aunt Ping lowered her head and rubbed Xiao Jia's head. She hesitated for a while before finally smiling and saying, "Don't be afraid, Xiao Jia, there's no ghost."
"But what's going on?" Xiao Jia hugged Aunt Ping's arm, "Could it be that big spider? The swing was shaking, then suddenly stopped, and then the big spider fell on my face.
On..."
When Xiaojia said this, she couldn't help it and shuddered again.
"Spider..." Aunt Ping thought for a moment and said, "Spider is no longer here."
Not really.
"I know," Xiaojia raised her finger, "It's a spider monster!"
Aunt Ping almost lost her temper, "Spider monster... maybe."
"Then shall we catch the spider monster?" Xiao Jia became excited, "Aunt Ping, let's catch the monster!"
Xiaolan felt her back tighten, she had perfectly integrated into her current role.
"Let's... go to dinner first," Aunt Ping changed the topic, "Today we have your favorite sweet and sour pork."
"Ah! Sweet and sour pork!"
"They will eat them up later..."
Sure enough, Xiaojia immediately forgot about catching the spider monster and jumped into the restaurant.
Aunt Ping looked at Xiao Jia's back, but did not follow him in. Instead, she turned a corner and walked into another room.
Xiaolan huddled behind Aunt Ping's collar and looked at the room with her eight eyes with a very wide field of vision.
This looks like...Aunt Ping's bedroom.
The room is not big, with a double bed in the middle, a row of simple wardrobes and a low bedside table beside the bed, opposite the bed...
Huh?
That's...
Not long after Aunt Ping walked into the room, the door opened and a middle-aged man walked in.
"Xiao Ping, why don't you go to eat?"
The two are about the same age and are probably a couple.
Aunt Ping did not speak, but walked hesitantly toward the wall opposite the bed.
Hanging on the wall is exactly what surprised Xiaolan just now - a painting.
It was a blank painting.
This painting is almost identical to the painting in Qiaomei Temple. Of course, since they are both blank, it is difficult to be different.
However, if you look carefully, there seem to be some differences between the two paintings.
The first is the binding method. Hashimi's paintings are obviously carefully bound, while the one in front of you, although well preserved, has a relatively crude binding style in comparison.
If you look carefully, the paper of this painting seems to be different from Hashimoto's one...
It would be nice if I could compare them.
However, Xiaolan can roughly confirm one thing - although it is very similar, this painting is not the one in Qiao Mo's hand.
"What's wrong?" The man turned around, closed the door, and walked over, "What happened? Why are you looking at a painting all of a sudden?"
"Husband," Aunt Ping turned and said, "Xiaojia seems to have seen something dirty."
"Xiaojia?" The man's eyes widened, "What's going on?"
"Xiao Jia was playing on the swing in the yard, but the swing that was unattended suddenly started to swing," Aunt Ping said. "Then, a spider landed on Xiao Jia's nose."
"Oh...it turns out those children were talking about this just now," the man suddenly realized, "Is Xiaojia scared?"
Aunt Ping nodded, "The important thing is that the child thinks he has encountered a ghost, a spider spirit or something..."
The man frowned, "You suspect..."
"I always feel that the Zishan incident won't end so easily," Aunt Ping said, "I just don't know if it's the girl or the murderer..."
"Don't worry," the man patted Aunt Ping on the shoulder, "With this painting here, no one can get in."
"But we always have to go out," Aunt Ping sat down on the bed, "What if that thing really comes with malicious intentions, how should we protect Zishan?"
The man also sat next to Aunt Ping, thinking, and said, "Zishan is almost an adult. He must be able to see many things himself. The child's mind has always been very delicate, and after experiencing such a thing, he must...
…”
"Do you want to tell Zishan directly?" Aunt Ping instantly understood what the man meant.
"I think that even if we don't tell him, he will guess it sooner or later," the man said, "Zishan is a smart boy."
Aunt Ping sighed, turned her head and looked out the window at the slightly bleak scenery, "What should I say?"
"Alas..." The man held Aunt Ping's hand tightly and said, "Xiao Ping, let's go out to eat first. It's not urgent at this moment. Zishan doesn't have to go to school yet. We will discuss it in the afternoon."
Aunt Ping nodded silently.
The man stood up and said, "Xiao Ping, let's go."
Aunt Ping also stood up, took two steps, and began to take off her coat.
Before Xiaolan could react, she was thrown on the bed together with the coat. After taking off the coat, Aunt Ping and the man walked out of the bedroom together, leaving Xiaolan crawling around. It took a long time to climb out of the coat.
.
The humans left, and the spider finally dared to move.
Xiaolan was driven by this body and crawled towards the door. Xiaolan wanted to crawl to the painting and take a closer look, but the body of the "spider monster" was not interested in the painting, so she almost
A few minutes later, Xiaolan climbed out of the door and crawled away along the corridor.
The restaurant was in the opposite direction, and the chatter inside gradually faded away. Xiaolan kept walking forward, not knowing where the end point was.
The little spider crawled and crawled until it reached the shoe cabinet.
Xiaolan raised her eyes and looked at the many pairs of shoes placed by the door. From this perspective, each shoe looked like a ship.
Then, the little spider got on one of the ships.
Xiaolan climbed along the side wall of a sneaker. Just when Xiaolan was worried that she would be trampled to death by the owner of the shoe, a series of footsteps slowly approached.
Xiaolan is still a little familiar with the rhythm of these footsteps...
The man appeared.
Sure enough, he is a fool!
The fool finished his meal first, walked to the shoe cabinet, took off his slippers, and started to change his shoes.
He stepped on Xiaolan's sneakers, pushed the door open and walked out with Xiaolan lying on the side of the shoe.
The fool walked out of this door, walked along the wall for a while, and came to another door. This was another house in the orphanage. Xiaolan remembered that she had been here, and Xiaojia had her first time here.
Throw yourself out of the bottle.
It seems that Brother Fool also lives in this house.
A fool comes in and changes his shoes.
Xiaolan looked at the fool's back and was about to be disappointed, but she didn't expect that the little spider seemed to have identified the fool's target, followed the fool's footsteps, and crawled over.
Bang!
A door is closed.
Xiaolan climbed towards the door by accident, passed through the narrow gap under the door, and got into the fool's room.
The room was in a mess.
Xiaolan quickly found a place to stay. She hid in a messy corner and observed everything secretly.
The reason why the room is so messy is not because the fool is sloppy, but because he is tidying up.
Among the messy objects was the idiot's open suitcase. There were several things in the suitcase. After the idiot returned to the room, he squatted on the ground and began to pack it away.
Speaking of which, it is understandable that the idiot has just returned from the police station and is now packing his things.
but……
The fool is clearly stuffing his own things into the suitcase.
Is he leaving?
After cleaning up for a while, there was a knock on the door, and Aunt Ping's voice came from outside the door.
"Zishan, are you in there?"
Xiaolan shrank into the darkness.
If nothing else, Aunt Ping should have come over to talk to the fool about that matter.
The fool agreed and opened the door.
Aunt Ping was stunned for a moment when she saw the mess in the room, "Zishan, this is..."
"Oh," the fool smiled honestly, turned around and said, "Aunt Ping, I'm ready to leave."
"Let's go?" Aunt Ping suddenly forgot what she wanted to say, "What do you mean? Where are you going?"
"Do I want to leave the bridge?" The fool lowered his gaze, "I want to see the outside world."
"But you are still in school," Aunt Ping said, obviously anxious, "and you still have to take the college entrance examination."
The fool's bitter smile looked very bleak. He raised his head and looked at Aunt Ping and whispered, "Auntie, do you really think that I can study normally and take the college entrance examination as if nothing happened?"
Aunt Ping was speechless for a moment.
"Things have already happened, and the consequences of it can't be undone," the fool's eyes became more blank, "I am no longer the same person..."
"Zishan..." Aunt Ping's tone was very weak, "This is not what that girl wants to see..."
"Aunt……"
"Okay," Aunt Ping saw that it was difficult to shake the fool's idea, so she shook her head and sighed, "Then at least... let's leave after a while."
The fool heard something in Aunt Ping's words and asked, "What happened?"
"It's nothing, it's just..." Aunt Ping hesitated, "It's just that I'm worried that someone will harass you. The recent heat of this case hasn't passed yet. People are paying attention to your every word and deed. After a while, the heat will subside.
Come down, it’s not too late for you to leave.”
The fool nodded slowly, "Okay, I originally planned to leave in a few days."
Aunt Ping lowered her head, her eyebrows knitted together, her face full of worry. She thought for a long time and hesitated, "Zishan, if... if something strange happens to you during this period, you must tell me and your uncle in time."
"Strange thing?"
"It's just... there are always people who will try their best to inquire about you, which may have an impact on you," Aunt Ping grinned, as if she wanted to smile, but couldn't, "It's those reporters.
Something like that.”
"Will they?" the fool asked innocently.
"I can't tell," Aunt Ping muttered, "people are very complicated."
The fool blinked, "Aunt Ping, do you know something?"
"Me? Nothing's wrong," Aunt Ping said, "Don't worry too much."
The fool reacted for a while, "Is someone already harassing you? Has a reporter come over? Or is it someone else..."
Aunt Ping really laughed this time, "Where did you think you were going?"
"Those people are so abominable."
"No, it's really not," Aunt Ping said, "Zishan, then... just go ahead and clean up. Auntie is back."
"Auntie, what did you originally want to say?"
"What?"
"You came to me just to make me be careful?" the fool asked, "Is there nothing else?"
Aunt Ping paused for a few seconds and then said, "No more."