Hearing this, Cheng Hao was stunned and said: "Then why is Uncle Liu still... sitting there waiting for his son to come back for the New Year?"

The old woman rolled her eyes at him, obviously dissatisfied with Cheng Hao for interrupting her excitement, but she still said:

"You don't know this, right? Lao Liutou fainted for three days and three nights when he came back. This made the people in the village anxious. For a while, everyone didn't know what to do. Is there a doctor in the village? They were helpless.

Then, I could only follow the old-fashioned method passed down from the old people and gave Old Liu a cup of water made from the ashes of the incense burner. As a result, Old Liu Tou woke up!"

"As a result, as soon as this guy woke up, he ran towards the entrance of the village. No one could stop him. Then Lao Liutou squatted on the big rock on the hillside at the entrance of the village, looked at the only road into the village, and said

Waiting for his son to come back.

At that time, everyone was frightened. They thought that Lao Liu had been in a coma for three days and his brain was damaged. As a result, except that he did not believe that his son was dead, he could not remember anything else. Moreover, who told him that his son was dead?

, he would get angry with anyone and even beat them.

Over time, everyone got used to him standing on the big rock at the entrance of the village every year, waiting for his son to come home for the New Year. Not to mention, there were some people who were affected by Lao Liutou's behavior year after year. They

I also feel that Old Liu Tou’s son is not dead!”

Cheng Hao's eyes widened suddenly and he said with disbelief: "Are you telling the truth?"

The old woman's face suddenly turned serious, as if she had been questioned by something unacceptable, and she said straight to the point: "How could what I said be false? Little baby, you are still too young and have never seen the world. There are many magical things in this world.

Alright!"

As she said that, the old woman bent down, picked up the coal basin on the ground, looked at Cheng Hao, shook her head, and walked into the house.

Cheng Hao suddenly looked at Old Liutou's house with some confusion. He didn't know what to do for a moment. If what the old woman said was true, then there was something wrong with Old Liutou's mental state...

wrong!

A flash of light flashed through Cheng Hao's mind. Faintly, Cheng Hao seemed to have seen something, but when he thought about it carefully, he felt that he had not grasped anything. This hazy feeling of smoke and cold water and moon and sand was really a bit fuzzy...

Cheng Hao shook his head, no longer thinking about this, then raised the door curtain and stepped in.

The environment in the house was worse than Cheng Hao imagined. It was as cold as a cellar. Apparently the stove in the house had gone out because the old man had been away for too long.

The whole house is a bit gray, and the original color of the surrounding walls can no longer be seen. There are not many things in the house, basically some basic furniture, and a small TV set of more than ten inches.

There was also a clay kang in the inner room, and Old Man Liu was taking out a shabby little notebook from under the quilt at the head of the kang, and then he carefully searched for a number, and said to Cheng Hao excitedly: "I found it, I found it.

!”

As he spoke, he squinted his eyes, as if he couldn't see clearly because the light in the room was too dark.

Cheng Hao glanced at the room and found the pull cord connected to the light switch at a glance. So Cheng Hao stepped forward and turned on the light in the room, and suddenly a dim yellow light bulb lit up in the room.

But the dim light seemed to be of no help to the uncle. Only then did Cheng Hao realize that he couldn't help but slap his forehead. What was the reason for the dim light?

Looking at the old man's age, he must be quite old. Those eyes may be blurry.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao quickly stepped forward and said, "Uncle Liu, let me help you take a look."

Uncle Liu seemed to realize that he couldn't see clearly, so he quickly gave the small notebook in his hand to Cheng Hao.

Cheng Hao took it over and saw that the paper was yellowed, and the small book was torn, and the pieces of paper were scattered one by one.

However, Cheng Hao immediately saw a crooked number on the small notebook, the handwriting was blurred, but he could still barely recognize it.

As expected, the number was exactly the same as what Mr. Liu had remembered. Cheng Hao suddenly felt a little confused about what to do and looked at Mr. Liu out of the corner of his eye.

I saw him hunched over, looking at me anxiously and expectantly, as if he was eagerly waiting for me to tell him the number written down in the small notebook in his hand.

Seeing Old Man Liu's hopeful eyes, Cheng Hao suddenly couldn't bear it. Coupled with what the old woman said just now, Cheng Hao couldn't help but believe in his heart that Old Liu's son should be dead.

So why does Old Liu Tou always believe that his son is not dead? And for eight or nine years, he has been waiting on the big rock at the entrance of the village every year, looking at the only road in and out of the village... What makes him insist on doing this?

Finally, Cheng Hao moved his fingers slightly, quietly erasing the two digits of the number, and then said: "Uncle Liu, I can't see these two digits clearly. You have other numbers recorded elsewhere."

?"

Old Man Liu took the small notebook from Cheng Hao's hand with a look of disbelief, squinted his eyes and read it carefully, and then muttered: "It's impossible, how can you not see clearly? It's impossible..."

Finally, Cheng Hao took out a piece of ice from the frozen bucket in the outer room and cast a spell to make some magnifying glasses. Only after Uncle Liu magnified it did he believe it.

At this time, he was leaning on the kang with his crutches in his arms, his feet down and his chest in his arms, with a look of regret and self-blame on his face.

Cheng Hao looked at him unbearably. Suddenly, an idea came out of his mind: Could it be that his son was not dead? And Old Man Liu was so sure, perhaps because there was something like twins between father and son.

telepathy!

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao also secretly felt that it was possible. This world is full of weird things. Ever since he saw Zhenhun Street, no matter how bizarre things were, Cheng Hao no longer found it strange.

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao slowly exited the house, then walked to a remote place, took out his mobile phone and made a call. It was Wu Xiaoyi from Yanzhou Division.

After a while, the phone was connected, and Wu Xiaoyi's unexpected voice came from the phone, joking: "Hey, why didn't Brother Cheng go on a trip with Xia Ling and think of calling me?"

Cheng Hao smiled and said: "It's nothing. I encountered a small matter and I just wanted to help. Are you on duty today?"

"Yes, I am on duty. There are only a few people in our Yanzhou Division, alas."

Cheng Hao smiled and said: "Please help me check Liu Zhiyong and see if he is still alive. Oh, this person should be from the generation near Bingzhou in Jin Province."

Wu Xiaoyi immediately agreed, and then there was a sound of typing on the keyboard. After a while, he said:

"There are 18 Shanxi people named Liu Zhiyong, and there is only one near Bingzhou, but this person died accidentally eight years ago."

Cheng Hao's heart skipped a beat,

He said: "Do you have a photo of this person? Send me one. By the way, are you sure this person is dead?"

Wu Xiaoyi was silent, then typed on the keyboard for a while, and said: "I'm sure, after this person died, because his family could not be contacted, the body remained unclaimed and was left in the morgue of a hospital for three months.

, and was finally handed over to an autopsy room as a stray corpse and made into a teaching prop. Moreover, all the documents, etc. are complete and there will be no mistakes."

Cheng Hao suddenly felt a little confused. He didn't expect that Old Liu Tou's son was really dead...

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Cheng Hao's hand vibrated, waking up the absent-minded Cheng Hao. He picked it up and saw that it was Wu Xiaoyi who had sent a photo of Old Man Liu's son. The young man in the photo had a simple and bright face.

His smile and eyebrows are somewhat similar to those of Old Liu Tou, especially those eyes.

Cheng Hao was silent for a moment, not knowing what to do for a moment, and then he wandered along the streets of the small mountain village, and before he knew it, he came to the hillside at the entrance of the village.

Looking at the stone where Old Liu often sat, he couldn't help but walk over, then sat down, holding his chin in one hand, and looked straight ahead.

The center of the line of sight is the only road leading in and out of this small mountain village. I think that more than ten years ago, Old Liu Tou was sitting here, watching his son's back slowly disappear...

Why doesn't Old Liu Tou believe that his son is dead?

Cheng Hao frowned, could it be because his son's soul has not returned to his hometown, like fallen leaves returning to their roots?

In fact, many rural people are still very particular about this... No!

Old Liu Tou once went to a town 60 miles away from here and called his son's place of work. He learned from here that his son had died unexpectedly. And his son's body stayed in the hospital for three months because

No one claimed it, so it was given to an autopsy room.

Obviously, when Old Liu called, his son might have been dead for a long time, and the accident had been almost dealt with, so he was naturally not afraid to tell Liu Zhiyong's family.

When Old Liu Tou heard the news, he fainted and fell to the ground. When he woke up, he didn't believe that his son was dead. Who said he should be anxious about it... Over time, everyone got used to Old Liu Tou's appearance.

Could it be...

A flash of light flashed through Cheng Hao's mind. Lao Liu Tou's son was indeed dead, but Lao Liu Tou believed that his son was not dead. There was only one strange thing: Lao Liu Tou had to go from coma to waking up.

What!

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao turned his eyes and instantly remembered the incense burner ashes that the people in the village gave the unconscious old Liu Tou to drink. Could it be because of this?

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao's heart suddenly jumped. If the ashes of this incense burner can make people forget something, then...can the nightmare that has troubled him for so long be forgotten in the same way?

Suddenly, Cheng Hao's heart started beating wildly, and with a bang, he came to Lao Liutou's home, cast a spell to inject spiritual power into his eyes, and began to investigate carefully.

My heart almost jumped out, and even a touch of red appeared on my face. If there really is such a magical incense burner ashes, it can make me forget the nightmares that have troubled me. Just like this old man Liu, he has never believed in him.

Your son is already dead. If you can completely forget this nightmare and eliminate the bud of the nightmare, let’s see how your inner demon will grow!

Perhaps, this is the real way to nip nightmares in the cradle!

Di Shi, there is no need to separate from Xia Ling!
Chapter completed!