Little Mr. is one hundred years old

"M?" Qing Huan was very surprised when she saw M appearing.

Lou Zhao just frowned at M's sudden appearance: "This is my home, I hope you can come in through the door."

M didn't look at Lou Zhao, but walked towards Qing Huan, saw his hands covering his neck, and asked in a low voice, "Are you hurt?"

Qing Huan found that M's expression was not right, but she still replied: "Just now... I don't know what happened... I bled a little... I'm fine now..."

M bent down and took Qing Huan's hand away, and looked at his neck - there were clear black finger marks on it, as well as wounds pierced by nails...

M caressed the wound until the wound and finger marks disappeared.

Lou Zhao watched from the side, expressionless.

Qing Huan touched her neck, it was smooth and clean, even the blood that flowed out was gone——

"M, thank you." Qing Huan looked at M: "Why did you come here?"

"I'll come and see you." M replied.

"Look at me?" Qing Huan choked for a moment before saying, "What's so interesting about me?"

"Now I'm done watching, I'm leaving." After M said this, the figure disappeared.

Qing Huan watched M disappear, a little confused: "What happened to him..."

Lou Zhao came over: "I think he came here because he knew something happened to you."

"He..." Qing Huan really felt that M's expression and behavior just now were very strange.

"Are you really okay?" Lou Zhao looked down at Qing Huan's neck.

"It's okay...you see, even the blood is gone."

Lou Zhao's eyes sank, and he murmured: "So, to stay by your side, you must have the ability to protect you."

Qing Huan glanced at him: "I don't need protection."

Lou Zhao carefully looked at Qing Huan's face: "Qing Huan, I wanted to say something earlier, are you in poor health recently? When I saw you today, your complexion was not very good."

"I..." Qing Huan paused: "It's nothing, probably because of the recent weather, I'm afraid of the cold."

"Really?" Lou Zhao obviously didn't believe it.

"Well, I'm really fine." Qing Huan continued: "By the way, how is Zheng Cong doing now?"

"This topic is too blunt." Lou Zhao said.

"I just don't want to dwell on nonsense topics for too long."

Lou Zhao raised his eyebrows before saying, "The corner of Zheng Cong's mouth...is not very good..."

"What's up with him?"

"In order to teach him a lesson, he was made to work as a coolie..."

"coolie?"

"It's just moving bricks and digging soil... Anyway, he has no money to pay back, so he uses labor to pay for it."

Qing Huan nodded: "It's indeed a good idea. Then what happened next?"

"Later, what happened a few days ago, he didn't know what he bumped into that night, so he became crazy and kept saying that there were ghosts and ghosts. My people thought he was pretending to be crazy at first, and took him to check... ...It's really crazy, and now he is sent to the **** mental hospital, and the people there say that the situation is not good."

"Crazy?" Qing Huan remembered that when he saw Zheng Cong before, he was indeed covered in black evil spirits. He expected that he would suffer a catastrophe, and it really came true.

"I asked them to take a video and show it to you." Lou Zhao took out his mobile phone, turned it on, and played a video.

Qing Huan leaned over to watch the video——

In the video, it can be seen that it is in a white hospital-like place. When the film was taken, it was sunny outside, but I don’t know if it’s the atmosphere or what, but the picture looks very depressing.Qing Huan saw Zheng Cong. His hair was much shorter than before. In fact, Zheng Cong's facial features were good, and he was not very old. The lines are deep, the corners of the eyes are pulled down, and the eyes are bloodshot. Wearing a loose hospital gown, it can be seen that the whole person has lost weight several times.Sure enough, as Lou Zhao said, he should have had a hard time these days.

Zheng Cong sat there, muttering, his skinny hands wringing his clothes so hard that it felt like the clothes were about to be wrung to pieces... He looked like he was insane .Suddenly, he didn't know what he saw, he loosened his clothes, then stood up, and walked over lightly - the camera lens also moved with his movements, and then he saw Zheng Cong scratching at a bush. I stuffed something into my mouth—look carefully, it turned out to be a...worm...still wriggling...

Qing Huan frowned, and suddenly said: "Go back."

Lou Zhao looked at him: "You want to watch him eat bugs?"

"No, go back a little more." Qing Huan looked serious.

According to Lou Zhao, he slid the progress bar backwards—it was Zheng Cong who just got up and walked towards the bush...

"Stop here!"

Lou Zhao pressed the pause button.

"Can you zoom in?"

Lou Zhao did as he said.

Qing Huan looked at the phone screen, and there was a person standing not far behind Zheng Cong, with his head up, as if he was looking at the sun...

He was an acquaintance - even though he had only met twice, Qing Huan had already remembered his appearance.

He is the blind fortune teller.

"What's the matter, Qinghuan?"

"Lou Zhao, can you take me to that mental hospital?" Qing Huan said seriously.

"Now?"

"immediately."

"……it is good."

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**The mental hospital is relatively remote, and it takes nearly an hour to drive there from Lou's house.When she arrived at the mental hospital, Qing Huan couldn't wait to go in and find someone.

In the dean's office—

"Excuse me, where is this person now?" Qing Huan showed the dean the stop scene in the video.

The dean looked at it carefully: "Ah, this person."

"Dean, do you recognize him?"

"He, he has lived with us for more than ten years. He has been here since I took office."

"You mean," Qing Huan frowned, "he has lived here for more than ten years?"

"Yeah, I'm so impressed with him. He can't see. He keeps saying that he has heavenly eyes. He's the reincarnation of some kind of god. He can know the past and the future. When a patient comes in, he has to tell his fortune... Once, he was almost killed. The crazy patient was beaten to death..." The dean said: "But he is not that troublesome except for this. Usually, he just stays alone. Sometimes he can sit for a whole day without eating or drinking. OK."

"He's been here all this time?" Qing Huan said, "Hasn't he ever gone out?"

"He is a patient in our hospital..." The dean's eyes flickered a little: "Our hospital has taken good protective measures, how can we let the patient go out?"

Qing Huan stared at the dean, and said clearly: "You are lying."

The dean's hands folded tightly on the table, his voice was a little dry: "Actually, this matter..."

"Dean," Lou Zhao on the side finally said, "We just came here to get information about this person, and we are not interested in the internal affairs of your hospital."

The dean sighed, and said: "This matter... all of us staff know...Mr. We were all panicked, but he would come back by himself later... We have strengthened our protective measures, and we have people watching him, but... No matter what, he will disappear for no reason... We are afraid that this matter will be publicized , it will have a bad impact on the hospital, after all, apart from government funding, the hospital also has funding from many philanthropists... So, this matter has become an open secret between us..."

"How long does it usually take for him to disappear?" Qing Huan asked again.

"Sometimes it's one night, sometimes it's a few days, and the longest one is a week." The dean replied.

"Where is he now? I want to see him."

The dean hesitated before nodding: "Okay, I'll take you there."

The dean took Qing Huan and Lou Zhao to meet that Mr. Ren——

It was a small room in the far corner, and the door was locked.The dean opened the door with a key, and the moment she opened the door, Qing Huan smelled a strong smell of sandalwood—like the smell in a monastery or a Taoist monastery.

On a simple white hospital bed, a man in a hospital gown sat cross-legged, with his hands folded and a solemn face—it was the blind fortune-teller.

As if hearing the voice, the man opened his eyes—his eyes had no focal length, he just looked forward, and then said something in a moderate voice——

"You came.

It was as if everything was already under his control.