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After dinner, I wanted to take a shower. As soon as I entered the bathroom, I felt a strong presence of the little boy, but he still didn't show himself to me.
I sighed and said to the mirror in frustration, "I'm going to take a shower now, it's not very polite to peek at someone showering, you know."
After a period of silence, a small voice spoke in my ear: "Big brother, you're a guy, so why are you wearing women's clothes?"
"Well, it's a long story. Why don't you let me see you again?"
"Hmm, that's a long story," I chuckled at the boy's response. "So why are you talking to me alone now?"
"Because big brother, you seem to have a familiar scent on you," the little boy said, seeming to be thinking and hesitating when he said this.
"A familiar scent? What kind of scent?" I was a bit puzzled and couldn't help but smell my own body, but I didn't smell anything special.
But the little boy never answered me again.
Coming out of the bathroom, Miss Fang had already prepared the clothes.
"Can I wear your clothes? I can give them to you, I can't fit into them anymore," said Miss Fang sitting on the sofa.
"Sure, thank you Miss Fang."
"Mr. Qi, can you also see them? The spirits," Miss Fang asked as she poured tea for me.
"He used to be able to, but not anymore. I don't know the reason, but he has his ways to sense the presence of spirits."
"Is that so? What method?" Miss Fang seemed very curious.
"I can't say for sure... it's very complicated, and it involves a lot of instruments and tools."
"Oh, I really want to see that."
"Miss Fang, the supernatural events your family encountered only need me to handle. Once I figure out why the spirit of this little boy is bound here and help him break free, everything will be fine."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, I can feel that the spirit of this little boy belongs to an earthbound spirit, which means a soul that has died unnaturally and for some reason cannot leave the place of the incident."
"Unnatural death..." Miss Fang seemed shaken when she heard these words, and she massaged her forehead with her hand, probably recalling Mr. Lin's father...
"By the way, Miss Fang, can I ask you a question?"
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
"Mr. Lin Is... is he on good terms with his father?"
"Um..." Miss Fang stared at me for a long time, sighed heavily, and said, "I should say he's quite good. You should be able to feel it too. Although Xiao Lin is a good person, he's very indecisive. He always needs someone else to take care of everything for him. His mother passed away early, and his father raised him single-handedly. After I got to know Xiao Lin, I gradually became the one taking care of him. His father gradually relaxed, but still cares a lot about him and can't let go. He comes here every month to see him. The day of the accident, we had just received a call from him saying he was coming, but then we got a call from the traffic police..." Miss Fang's voice choked up as she said this, and I quickly handed her a tissue.
"The car we saw at the scene had its front end so badly damaged that it was unrecognizable. I advised Xiaolin not to repair it, but he insisted on doing so. It's strange because even though the car was only barely repaired, it still drove as smoothly as a new car."
Miss Fang stopped here, stood up, and walked to the balcony, leaning on the railing with her hands on her chest, looking down.
I also walked to the edge of the balcony and looked at the car.
"Both Xiao Lin and I feel that as long as we look at that car, it feels as if Xiao Lin's father never left..."
"You're right, Miss Fang, Mr. Lin's father is still lingering on this car. Perhaps it's his strong attachment to Mr. Lin that prevents him from letting go of his son.
I didn't mention this to Miss Fang, but I just smiled at Mr. Lin's father's spirit, who was sitting cross-legged on top of the car and looking at us."
Any spiritual being in the world is the same, with one or more unresolved knots in their hearts, some for themselves, and some for the people they care about. It is these knots that keep them in this world instead of entering the cycle of reincarnation.
Miss Fang went back to the bedroom to sleep, while I remained on the balcony, looking at the sky.
"Big brother, you're alive, so why can you see me too?" The faint voice of the little boy's spirit came from behind me.
"Have you heard of Yin yang eyes?"
"Ah... I've heard about it from my family! Big brother, do you have Yin yang eyes?!" The little boy sounded very excited.
"That's right, a genuine pair of Yin yang eyes." I proudly nodded.
"Wow!! Amazing! It's the first time I've seen someone with real Yin yang eyes!" Although the young boy still didn't let me see his figure, I could feel his excitement from the change in his tone and voice as he spoke, jumping around in excitement...
But rather than calling it Yin yang eyes, it's more accurate to say that I have the ability of spiritual vision. Yin yang eyes can only see spirits and ghosts, while having spiritual vision means being able to see more things, such as the white light emitted by the cross in the sample display room at night, and some items that emit a faint light after being used for a long time. But it's probably best not to go into details for now.
"How should I address you? You haven't told me your name yet. My name is Chen Xin, you can call me Xiao Shin or Xiao Chen."
"My name is Wei Yuan, Xiao Shin brother, you can just call me Wei Yuan."
"Well, okay. By the way, Wei Yuan, can you answer a question for me?"
"What question?"
"How did you... die?"
After hearing this question, Wei Yuan never spoke again, and even his presence gradually faded from the surroundings.
Did I ask too hastily? Actually, I can guess a little bit, but I'm not very sure. From Wei Yuan's reaction, it seems that my worst guess might actually be the correct answer. I scratched my head. "What should I do... Mr. Qi," I murmured, listening to the sound of vehicles passing by on the street below.
The next morning, I was still sleeping in the living room when Miss Fang had already gotten up to prepare breakfast.
"Miss Fang, you're up really early," I poked my head out from under the blanket, rubbing my still sleepy eyes.
Last night, I waited in the living room for a long time, thinking that the little boy's spirit would appear again, but he didn't come out until two in the morning.
"Yeah, it's my turn for the early shift today. I have to be at the hospital by 8:30. Did I wake you up? You can go back to sleep, I'll prepare breakfast for you."
Miss Fang She laughed as she stirred the eggs in the pan and said to me, "No, I usually wake up at this time because I still need to clean the shop."
"Is that so? That sounds quite tough... Doesn't Mr. Qi usually clean?"
"Mr. Qi usually has to maintain the things in the sample display room in the morning, which takes a lot of time. It's almost always not finished until the afternoon."
"By the way, I've always been curious, what is the sample display room for over there? And why is there a cross hanging on the wall?"
"Inside there are some very dangerous things, some of which have been endowed with souls, some have evil spirits attached to them, and some have been used in sacrifices for certain cults. Almost everything inside could bring trouble if accidentally touched, so they are all stored in large glass cabinets. The cross placed at the entrance is bestowed by the Vatican, personally by the Pope, and it can suppress those evil spirits."
"Oh, I see... It sounds very dangerous." Miss Fang nodded after hearing this.
"Yes, it's very dangerous. Normally, Mr. Qi forbids me from entering the sample display room. I also know how dangerous it is. I remember Mr. Qi told me that before I started working at this store, there was a thief who broke in. This thief was a tough and burly man, and he took advantage of Mr. Qi's absence to break into the sample display room and steal a large ship model with a pure gold base that he thought was very valuable. Less than 8 hours later, the thief was taken straight to a mental hospital. Mr. Qi found out at the police station that the thief had been scared into severe schizophrenia. He was so disoriented that he couldn't speak coherently. Mr. Qi said he could probably imagine what that burly man had been through. It was quite a challenge for Mr. Qi to recover the large ship model because he had to seal it up so that no one else could touch it and also perform exorcisms and blessings for everyone who had touched the ship model..."
"This is so exaggerated, it's just stealing something..." Miss Fang said, forgetting that she was still stirring the eggs, her eyebrows raised high.
"Indeed, objects endowed with spirituality, especially those possessed by Yin spirits, should never be touched," Mr. Qi said. "The history of that large ship model can be traced back over 100 years. The entire family of the owner was brutally murdered by robbers. When the master's head rolled next to the large ship model, a lot of blood covered most of it, leaving a dark red trace that can still be seen today. The vengeful spirit of the master now resides in that large ship model. Once touched, it will surely bring disaster. The young man was lucky to have only been scared into a state of mental breakdown. Before Mr. Qi acquired it, that large ship model had already caused the deaths of six people!"
I deliberately emphasized the word "6" and then looked satisfied as Miss Fang seemed to be shocked.
Upon hearing this, Miss Fang took a sharp breath. "6 people..."
"Every time Mr. Qi conducts routine maintenance in the sample display room, he is very careful and meticulous, because everything placed in there can really cause big trouble if not handled carefully!"
"The omelette rice made by Miss Fang is very delicious. I resisted the urge to eat more and told Miss Fang."
"Miss Fang, the omelette rice you made was so delicious. Can you teach me next time if there's a chance?"
"Sure, do you always cook at Mr. Qi's place?"
"Mr. Qi sometimes cooks, but what he makes is a bit...” I remembered a month ago when Mr. Qi got carried away and cooked a table full of dishes, but ended up spilling everything... Just thinking about it made my stomach twitch, so I quickly rubbed my belly.
After breakfast, as Miss Fang was about to leave, Mr. Lin came back. As soon as he walked in, he asked if the matter had been resolved.
I can only regretfully say no, but I already know the child's name and have told them what happened last night.
Miss Fang and Mr. Lin exchanged a glance after hearing this.
"Will he not appear again in the future?" Miss Fang asked.
"It's hard to say. He might appear, but he might not."
"Is that so? It's good that he's not showing up anymore, but I still want to help him resolve the things he's been worried about and help him find relief..."
"If he shows up again, come find us. We're happy to help."
After saying goodbye to Miss Fang, I went downstairs to wait for Mr. Lin to come down. Just as I reached the entrance of the building, I saw Mr. Lin's father's spirit standing next to the car, waving to me to come over.
When I reached Mr. Lin's car, I checked to see if Mr. Lin had come out, and after confirming that he hadn't, I leaned against the car and squatted down.
"Uncle Lin Okay!" I politely greeted the ghost of Mr. Lin who was sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car.
Uncle Lin leaned in beside me and carefully scrutinized me.
"Young man, you're quite avant-garde, wearing women's clothing. But if you don't look closely, you really can't tell."
Hearing Father's words, I felt a little happy and shyly scratched my head, "Really? Thank you for the compliment."
"Our son Lin has caused you trouble." Mr. Lin's father said with a smile.
"Oh, not at all," I quickly shook my hand.
"Our son Xiao Lin has a very weak personality, which is quite influenced by his mother. Even when his mother was still alive, she often relied on me for many things. Before Xiao Lin was born, almost all our relatives would say behind our backs, 'Your wife is almost treating you like a father, haha.'
At this point, Mr. Lin's father chuckled softly."
"Uncle Lin seems to have a good relationship with Aunt Lin," I couldn't help but say.
"Yes... being able to see Little Lin's mom act coquettishly towards me, and seeing her radiant with happiness, it doesn't matter if I'm both her husband and her father," Uncle Lin paused for a moment before continuing.
"After Kobayashi was born, I faced this child who had almost the same personality and appearance as his mother. It really is a conflicting feeling. I hope he can live independently, yet I also hope to always take care of him..."
At this point, Uncle Lin seemed quite depressed. If he still had a physical body, he would probably be wiping away tears now... I secretly thought to myself."
At this moment, "Ah, Xiaolin is here. I won't chat with you for now." Mr. Lin returned to sitting cross-legged on the roof of the car, and I quickly stood up.
"I made you wait for a long time, sorry."
Mr. Lin bowed apologetically to me. I quickly shook my hand and said, "It's okay, it's okay."
On the way back to Mr. Qi's shop, I sat in the back seat with my left hand resting on the car window, looking outside. After a slight sound, Uncle Lin appeared next to me, and I instinctively moved aside to give Uncle Lin more space. Uncle Lin smiled at me and shook his hand.
"What's wrong?" Mr. Lin asked, tilting his head after seeing my actions in the rearview mirror.
"Hmm? Oh, it's nothing."
"This car has been around for a while, so it probably doesn't ride very comfortably, right?"
"Oh, no, not at all. It's quite comfortable."
"I see, that's good."
"Is this car bought by your father?"
"Yeah, my dad told me that on the day I was born, he bought this car specifically to bring my mom back from the hospital. It seems like it was the most expensive car at the time!"
"Wow, your dad is quite impressive."
Uncle Lin looked extremely pleased when he heard me say that."Oh, no, no," he said. "Of course, Mr. Lin didn't hear it."
"Haha, it is said that after buying this car, our family almost couldn't make ends meet. Other relatives complained that Dad actually bought such an expensive car. But Dad returned all the money that other relatives had sent, and he often went hungry himself, saving the money to use for Mom and me."
"Oh, I see..."
"Dad really loves this car. He often takes care of it and maintains it. I'm sure he'll be very happy to see that it's still running so smoothly."
When he said this, Mr. Lin's voice choked up for a moment.
It seems that Uncle Lin's passing has caused him quite a bit of pain. I carefully turned my head and found that Uncle Lin was no longer by his side.
"Well, I will definitely do it," I said earnestly.
When I arrived at the entrance of my residential area, I got out of the car.
"If that little boy you mentioned appears again, I will contact you."
"Okay, I will come over again when the time comes," I nodded.
"Thank you for your trouble, and then, thank you." Mr. Lin waved at me. "Well then, goodbye."
"Goodbye, Mr. Lin!"
Mr. Lin's car gradually drove away, and Uncle Lin sitting on the top of the car waved and smiled at me.
"Goodbye, Uncle Lin!," I said softly.
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