Aoba Office

Dad's words didn't trigger any memories for me. This is a completely different situation from Xiaobai's time. I fell into a dream without a few words from him. According to what my father said, I have already entered dreams and possessed those dead people, so it is impossible for me to see that past now.

On the contrary, my father and mother fell into memories because of this narrative.

"I still remember that the news about robbers was being broadcast on TV at that time. Just in Minqing, there was a group of robbers who broke into houses at night and killed people in the house. They were in some remote places The crime was committed in a place like a suburb. The two people who died lived in that kind of villa. There were several families living in the whole villa area just after it was opened, and many places were undergoing renovations. Two families were killed. That group of people killed seven or eight people in a month, in a remote place. It was the second or third day after the news came out, in the city. There was also a burglary and murder case. It was a new community and the occupancy rate was not high. Many people were renovating the house. The police suspected that it was from the renovation team. Reporters were everywhere in the news and posted a lot of photos.”

Dad said and looked at me, "At that time, when you were having dinner, you pointed at the TV and said it was that person..."

When I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned, "Did the TV station capture it?"

"Well, during the interview, I was interviewing the decoration team. The contractor of the decoration team seemed to be honest. He said that he had been doing decoration for more than 20 years. When he was a teenager, he followed his fellow villagers and worked everywhere in the capital. I have been there, to the seaside, and to several big cities in the south. When I arrived in Minqing five years ago, I became a contractor. What else can I say? When that case was reported, the news always said that new communities were being renovated and so on. The two houses they were currently working on were not renovated.”

My mother said at this time: "I remember it clearly. You pointed at that person and shouted, 'That's him', 'That's him', and you also said... you also said, 'He killed me'... …Your dad and I were both frightened. You didn’t like talking after you finished speaking. That was your first time—the second time, your grandfather’s was the first time—you spoke to us in a hurry, You also held us back and told us to call the police. You really scared us."

I listened silently and could already imagine the situation.

At my age at the time, it was impossible for me to express my thoughts in such an organized manner. Moreover, children of that age don’t have overly complex ideas.

Whether it was grandpa's time or the home invasion and robbery that his parents just mentioned, it is a very complicated matter for a child.

My excitement also proved that I was not normal at that time.

This makes me easily think of my situation in a dream state.

I am connected to those possessed objects. Their consciousness, their thoughts, enter my soul. I have even lost myself in dreams, completely treating myself as a possessed object.

If it were me when I was younger and mentally immature, that situation would easily make me feel confused.

Whether you are identifying the murderer or asking to call the police, you are all affected by the possessed objects. Before they died, they must have had strong emotions. When I saw the murderer, I was stimulated and completely remembered my own state in the dream.

"Did you call the police?" I asked.

Dad shook his head and said hesitantly: "At that time, we thought you were crazy. Your grandfather's incident, and this incident... your grandfather's incident, it's easy to say that there are some signs, but this incident... the two incidents are separated. It didn’t take too long. Your uncle was always talking about calling the police. We took you to the doctor and went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha..."

At this point, both of them felt a little sad.

"In the next few days, we didn't dare to watch the news, but you turned on the TV and looked for the news. You also called the police... several times. If we weren't paying attention, you would run over and make a call yourself. One day I beat you several times. The police came to your door, thinking that we were abusing you and that there was mental illness in our family. Maybe we instigated you to act like this..." Dad shook his head, "They came, and you started again... You are a little bit Out of control. We don’t know what to do...that case...that case is solved.”

The expressions of my parents became extremely complicated.

"We thought you were... a little different. We didn't think much about it. We didn't know what to do. We looked for a lot of people at that time, relying on people and connections. We wanted to find some expert to show you."

"When the case was solved, your dad and I both felt that you should be fine. In fact, it didn't take more than a few days, but a lot of things really happened. We told others, and whether they believed it or not, we called Come and ask. Your uncle won’t stop either..."

"Your uncle is really a second-rate man. He even came to us and told us to bring you on the show. We asked the police to ask for the records of the police report and to find reporters for interviews. He actually brought people to the door." When Dad said this, he was a little angry, "Not many people knew about our move before. We also moved in a hurry. We just found a house with furniture and electrical appliances to live in first. The original house was not even cleaned up. We still have to move. After changing the phone number, I told your uncles and uncles and asked him to come in. He looked at our two units and didn't let him in. He just stared at a few people at home and asked him. Out."

I could tell that my parents were really angry about this.

The two complained for a while before slowly calming down.

"After that, you cut off contact with all your relatives?" I asked.

Dad nodded slowly.

Both of them looked sad.

No matter what, most of their brothers and sisters are good and their relationship must be very good.

But when it came to my safety and tranquility, they took such a decisive decision and cut off contact with all their relatives and friends.

I just feel uncomfortable in my heart.

Several of my relatives are probably still alive and well, but in those years and the next twenty years, my parents definitely missed them and their old life. After that, they didn't have any close friends, probably to protect me.

"I...didn't that happen again?" I asked in a dry voice.

The two shook their heads.

"We were very careful at that time. We didn't show you many things. It turned out that when you were young, you didn't take it seriously... When the dog you raised when you were a child disappeared, we were almost scared to death. . You even ran out on your own. We all thought it was here again..." Mom sighed with lingering fear.

"I forgot Xiaobai..."

"Yeah. We don't dare to mention it. Your sister... we can only control your sister." Dad said helplessly.

He didn't go into details, but I could guess. My sister at that time was probably not at an age where she could reason. Her parents probably used some harsh methods to force her to not mention Xiaobai.

I felt even more guilty.

However, I can feel that there is still a rational part left in my consciousness.

I know this shouldn't be the whole story.