Misfortune does not choose a person's class, but people of different classes have different resistance to misfortune.
Dallion is just an honest carpenter who makes a living by customizing furniture for customers.
He has friends in the lumberyards on the outskirts of the city, so he can often get high-quality wood without the middleman.
That day he drove a carriage to transport wood, and his wife sat in the carriage with her child in her arms.
Around the child's neck was an amulet handmade by his mother, and it was precisely because of this that Dallion was able to recognize him four years later.
This was originally a normal family trip, but on the way back, the vehicle was driving not far in front of the bridge. Dalyan's wife suddenly screamed, and the child in the cradle mysteriously disappeared...
Neither the couple noticed what happened. They got out of the car to search and asked people passing by, but no useful clues were obtained.
Until they reported the case to the patrolling police, the two of them still did not get over it and accepted the reality that their child was missing.
"No...it was daytime, and the police searched the area, but found nothing. Our child was just gone."
Dallion stared blankly at the object in his arms, and Victor did not dare to look there with his peripheral vision.
That small body has been soaked beyond description.
"What about Joseph...did you ask him to divine the whereabouts of the child?"
Dallion's lips turned white and he said tremblingly: "No, at first, we didn't think of extraordinary power. The loss of the child became a nightmare in my wife's heart. She was often awakened inexplicably at night and tortured by hallucinations.
, talking nonsense, crying and making trouble, running out at night, running to the river and shouting under the bridge..."
"How did your wife know that the child was under the bridge?" Victor frowned.
"She doesn't know, but this is the place where the child was lost, so subconsciously, she will run here..."
Dallion looked haggard, his voice was choppy, and he seemed to have something stuck in his throat.
"Later, my wife's condition also affected me. I often felt nervous, couldn't sleep well at night, and woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth. But I still need to work during the day to support my family, and there is a mountain of work to do.
, so I can’t spare any time to take care of my wife.”
"So, I hired a nanny to take care of her."
Dallion murmured, recalling the woman he invited to his home in the past.
She was a very young girl with long, straight black hair. She had served as a nun in the Realm of Bright Light and was recommended by the housekeeping company.
At first, Dallion was opposed to it because the nanny was so young and beautiful and might be gossiped about by the neighbors.
But the person in charge of the housekeeping company strongly recommended it, and the woman had experience in caring for mentally ill patients, so Dalien reluctantly agreed.
When the girl moves into Dalyan's house, the wife's side can indeed be taken care of.
Dalien was free to work and make money, so at night he let his wife sleep with the nanny while he slept in the workshop.
The rest of his life is very difficult, but in the face of misfortune, this carpenter can only live one day at a time.
Until one day, the wife started to make trouble again. This time, even the nanny was helpless because the wife claimed that she saw the child in her dream and wanted to go out to find him.
Seeing that his newly improved life was about to be broken again, the little nanny came up with an idea for Darien.
"Make a puppet as a children's toy to express my thoughts about my wife..."
Dallion stretched out his hand, and his hand couldn't help but tremble.
"Make a toy?" Victor's expression turned strange.
"Yes, I will try my best to create a lifelike fake child for my wife."
Dallion's hand is obviously injured, and it's nerve damage, which will most likely affect his craft.
"Then I started working on it. After finishing my work during the day, I didn't rest for several days at night."
"I have never made puppet toys, and I was very unfamiliar at first. The ones you see in the workshop are all defective products."
"My wife didn't accept these defective products at all. During that time, I doubted whether there was any point in doing this."
As he spoke, he raised his wrist.
"See? It's because of making those toys that I can't hold the saw steady now. In just one month, I made hundreds or thousands of dolls, which made my arm useless. That's why I
The reason why I will be in debt is because it causes my work efficiency to drop significantly..."
"But you should still finish it?" Victor guessed.
"Yes! Yes!" Dallion's expression rarely improved due to excitement, "I succeeded! I made a real doll, which was made after my child... When my wife saw
When she did it, her hysterical state really got better."
It can be seen that Dallion put a lot of effort into that doll for the sake of his broken family.
"How I hope...that is really my child, but no matter what, my wife's condition has become stable because of this doll."
"Didn't you take her to see a doctor?" Victor interrupted.
"It's useless, they will only prescribe expensive medicines for you and then ask you to go back and drink more hot water..." Dalyan said sarcastically.
"Okay, what happened next."
Upon hearing this, Dallion's expression froze.
He was not in a good condition to begin with, but his expression now is as if someone had stuffed shit into his mouth when he was happy and then saw a ghost.
"Later... later..."
His lips stammered, his pupils gradually dilated, and his eyes became more frightened.
"Slow down first."
"Later the child lived..."
Victor was stunned by the sudden words.
"Wait! What did you say? The child is alive?"
"Yes...yes..." Dallion shivered all over, "The child is alive, that puppet toy has come alive! It...it really became a living baby!"
Victor stood up suddenly, his mind became a mess.
"Speak clearly, take your time, don't rush."
Dallion's eyes were shaking, which was a sign of nervousness and fear.
"I don't know what happened, but when I came home one day, I suddenly heard crying, and then I saw the nanny walking out of the room with a baby in her arms."
"Nanny?" Victor narrowed his eyes and noticed something strange.
"Yes, she asked me to hug her son as if nothing had happened..."
Wait a minute!
Victor interrupted Dallion: "Does that nanny know that your real child is missing?"
Dallion nodded.
Victor gritted his teeth: "But she said this baby that appeared out of nowhere is your son?"
"Yes...yes."
"Didn't you ever suspect that there was something wrong with her?"
"Of course I suspected it! I fired her later." Dallion raised his head and replied firmly.
"What's the use of firing her? She probably stole this child from somewhere else." Victor put one hand on his waist and grabbed a handful of his hair.
But then, Dallion's reply was even more strange.
The child was not stolen from other places. The police came to investigate several times. At that time, among the residents around the incident, except for the Dalyan couple, there was no family that had lost the child.
As for all the orphanages in Renekton, there were no records of any missing children during those days.
All in all, this child definitely does not belong to Renekton, he just appeared out of thin air.
The nanny faced the police interrogation and insisted that this was the child of Mr. and Mrs. Dalyan, and that from the beginning when she entered the other party's family, she took care of Dalyan's wife and child.
Faced with the nanny's confession, the police had no evidence to refute it, so they could only conclude that either Dallion was a lunatic or the nanny was a lunatic.
Later, the housekeeping company certified the nanny, and she was soon released.
Because Dalyan claimed that his child was missing some time ago, the police now began to doubt the mental state of the couple.
Their child is obviously still lying in the crib, how can they say it is lost?