Aoba Office

The baby's cry shattered the ward in my consciousness.

My attention returned to the outpatient office, and I saw Mo Xiaoling crying.

Mo Xiaoling was frightened by the scene she saw before. Her little head stood up and she howled at the top of her lungs. Her voice had been hoarse from crying long ago, and now that she was crying, her voice was hoarse and unpleasant.

Mo Xiaoling's mother and the doctor behind the desk were both shocked, but they were helpless.

The doctor could only write an order and ask Mo Xiaoling to do various examinations.

The results of the inspection were somewhat abnormal. Mo Xiaoling is not healthy, her body is weak and her immunity is very poor. But if there is any disease, it can't be found. It can only be attributed to poor foundation and bad genetics.

Mo Xiaoling's parents were anxious, but the doctor had no choice, and they had no choice but to raise Mo Xiaoling carefully.

The dream jumped and returned to Mo Xiaoling's home.

Mo Xiaoling no longer lives in her parents' bedroom. Her crib was moved to her grandparents' room.

Mo Xiaoling's grandmother guessed, "Maybe she saw something bad. Children, their eyes can see."

This diagnosis, which is similar to folk remedies, has been unanimously recognized.

The Mo family began to look for someone who understood it and showed it to Mo Xiaoling. The result was again in vain.

Mo Xiaoling was languid, probably at the age when a baby would gain weight like a balloon. She was just a small ball and would cry loudly from time to time without any warning.

The Mo family also gradually gave up. Mo Xiaoling's parents are considering a plan to have another child after Mo Xiaoling's death.

The dream suddenly jumped again.

Mo Xiaoling's mother, who was quietly discussing having children, was a bit older.

A little girl of two or three years old stood in front of her, crying and whispering: "There is a ghost... hanging there. Just hanging from the window..."

Mo Xiaoling's mother's face changed slightly and she forced a smile, "Lingling, don't talk nonsense. It's wrong to lie to people."

"There is a ghost...there is a ghost..." Mo Xiaoling stammered and could only say this.

Mo Xiaoling's mother couldn't hold herself any longer and collapsed. She looked back at the window in fear. She turned her head in fits and starts, like a rusty gear that was not running smoothly.

After turning her head, she naturally saw nothing.

"Mom..." Mo Xiaoling reached out to pull her mother, but her mother threw her away.

Mo Xiaoling's mother jumped up, still frightened, glanced at the window, picked up the stunned Mo Xiaoling, and ran outside the house.

She went downstairs and sat in the garden of the community, leaning against Mo Xiaoling's chest, her heart beating wildly.

An acquaintance neighbor passed by and said hello to her and expressed some concern.

Mo Xiaoling's mother was perfunctory.

Suddenly, she caught hold of the man who was leaving.

"Sister Ji, let me ask... just a question..." Mo Xiaoling's mother swallowed her saliva, looked up at the residential building not far away, and then immediately looked away.

"What?" The woman who looked younger and more energetic asked doubtfully, with concern and sympathy for her in her eyes.

"It's my house... the one upstairs in my house... is it... ah... that..." Mo Xiaoling's mother was incoherent, and it took her a long time to say the word, "Death... has anyone died?"

The woman who was pulled froze and laughed dryly, "You..."

"Sister Ji! You are kind and do well, so just tell me! You also know about our family, our Lingling!" Mo Xiaoling's mother shed tears all of a sudden.

Mo Xiaoling in her arms didn't cry, she just lowered her head and played with her fingers.

The woman sighed.

"Sister Ji, please, please. Our old Mo is transferred here. He is not familiar with the place... Our family has no connections. If there is anything, please don't hide it from us. We... We have old people and children at home... …My parents, father-in-law and mother-in-law are all worried about this child,” Mo Xiaoling’s mother burst into tears.

The woman sat down next to her, put the vegetables she was carrying on the ground, and held her hands with both hands.

"Then I said, you, don't be afraid. In fact, it's nothing. Your Lingling is younger and older, so she can't see. Maybe it will be fine."

Mo Xiaoling's mother turned pale.

The woman pursed her lips and said, "It was about ten years ago, less than ten years ago... The unit here allocated a house to two people, upstairs and downstairs. At that time, only the leaders could live there, and the director of the factory here lived upstairs. , below is the workshop director’s house. It occupies more than one floor, and everyone in the family lives and works in the factory. The woman downstairs is the workshop director’s wife, and the factory director above... ...That's it. The two of them had been doing this secretly for more than half a year, and they were caught by the workshop director. The workshop director couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to divorce his wife and beat the factory director to death. Ruthless, if you don't do anything, you will kill people..."

The woman gestured.

Mo Xiaoling's mother held her breath.

"No one knew about it at the time. It was made to look like an accident. No one investigated. The factory director pretended to be kind and let his wife and children continue to live in the shared room in the work unit. But not long after, there was a commotion... that The workshop director, there was no one in the factory at first, and there was a roar. Then, there were screams from both houses in the middle of the night. After that... the factory director was scratched on the face. He was scratched on the face when he woke up. He also suspected that his wife had done something. Finally, the factory director was taken advantage of. Check it out. Everything he did was revealed. Just the day before he was taken away by the police, he... He had one of his eyes gouged out and hung from the window of his house to the window downstairs. The workshop director's wife was frightened. After both families moved out, some people said that the eyeball... was the factory director's eyeball, and was found in the toilet of the workshop director's wife. It came out. I don’t know when it was eaten.”

Mo Xiaoling's mother covered her mouth, frightened and disgusted.

The woman sighed and forced a smile: "This matter is that those two families committed evil, but it doesn't matter now. There were people living there before you. They lived well. He was the technician in your old factory, Lao Mo. That technician Xu has been transferred to the capital, and his life is not going to be too good. That's where the real people died, isn't Director Zhang living there?"

Mo Xiaoling's mother hugged Mo Xiaoling tightly.

The woman touched Mo Xiaoling's head and said, "Children have sharp eyes and can see a few things. To tell you the truth, the son of the workshop director was also young and could see. He said he saw his father at home. Later. I won’t see it anymore. Just wait a few years and it will be fine.”

This comfort somewhat worked.

Mo Xiaoling's mother calmed down.

The scene in the dream jumped and I saw a talisman on the window. The windows were boarded up. A Bodhisattva is also enshrined in the Mo family's living room.

Mo Xiaoling rarely cried anymore.

She had only seen two death scenes so far. The side effects are still there, but not too strong. Mo Xiaoling has been used to this since she was a child.

But soon, Mo Xiaoling will go to school.