Ragdoll?

Wen Liang's brows sank, so when she entered the room just now, the woman was indeed holding a dirty and worn-out doll tightly in her arms.

"That doll is your daughter Zhang Xingying's personal plaything. I can probably guess what's going on." Wen Liang touched his chin, turned and crouched in front of Boss Zhang's son, "Little friend, is your mother seriously ill?"

Zhang Chi was probably caught off guard by the question, even though his face was not obvious, he was still prepared from the details of his movements. He shrank his toes, his neck became slightly stiff, and nodded towards Wen Liang.

"Will this child's mother treat the puppet as a missing ... daughter?" Xie Jin pulled the corner of Wen Liang's clothes from behind, motioning him not to scare Zhang Chi.

"Depending on specific things, I think it's probably the case." Wen Liang reached into the skirt of his shirt, touched it again and again, and finally took out the missing person notice from the Hibiscus Street convenience store.

He unfolded the tracing notice in front of Zhang Chi. Although he still had a smile on his face, his tone had become very serious: "Zhang Chi, you know that your sister is missing, right?"

The half-aged boy looked at Wen Liang, his expression was a little dull, Zhang Chi was not an ignorant child, he was already thirteen years old, he saw the pain of his parents these days, and he would only feel powerless because of what he was doing. Can't help.

Tears instantly stained his red eyes, Zhang Chi desperately bit his lower lip, unwilling to cry out in front of his father and outsiders.

The young man's stubbornness stained his lips with a touch of scarlet. Xie Jin couldn't bear to see Zhang Chi's self-abuse like this again, and reached out to touch the other's tense cheek: "...Don't blame yourself, it's alright."

He patiently comforted him until Zhang Chi's mouth finally opened a slit, and the unspoken cry leaked out. Xie Jin then tried to wrap the boy gently and patted Zhang Chi's back like a mother would do.

Ji Duan didn't say a word, standing next to Xie Jin and watching. He always rejected Xie Jin's kindness towards others, but this time he always felt that something was weird, and some couldn't tell.

It's not a disgusting feeling, but when Xie Jin said those words, he always felt like he said it to Zhang Chi, but also to himself.

So Ji Duan chose to squat down and patted Xie Jin on the back with the same gesture and tone: "Well, everything will be fine."

Xie Jin stagnates behind him, he endured not to react too much, only Zhang Chi in his arms seemed to notice something and looked behind him.

"Okay, then let's get back to the point." Wen Liang ignored the actions of the two of them, and rolled up the missing person notice according to the crease, "The most important thing now is to find out about Zhang Xingying's personal safety first, I need her cloth The doll is a reference."

As soon as Wen Liang said these words, the father and son of the Zhang family looked at him at the same time. The one who reacted the most was Zhang Chi. He got out of Xie Jin's arms, as if the one who was crying just now was not him, and turned to focus on Wen Liang. .

"Really? Can I really find my sister with a rag doll!"

The corner of Wen Liang's clothes was grabbed desperately by the half-old boy again. Zhang Chi's strength was not as good as Xie Jin's, and his strength even made Wen Liang suspect that he was about to be dragged over.

He backhand knocked Zhang Chi's head on the forehead, the strength was just controlled to make a sound and the aftertaste didn't feel too painful.

"It's a primer to find someone... It's enough, but it can be calculated whether she is in personal danger now."

Wen Liang narrowed his eyes and said to Zhang Chi, "You also know that your mother regards the doll as your sister, and if a stranger like me takes the doll from her, it is tantamount to robbing her child. So, I want to ask you to help me. busy."

"Let me get Yingying's doll?" Zhang Chi repeated Wen Liang's thoughts, and after thinking for a while, he agreed, "You are right, my mother has been holding that doll these days, let alone you, even my dad can’t get close.”

He said, looking back at his father, Boss Zhang was standing in the shadows, and his face was particularly gloomy in the shadows.

Boss Zhang didn't agree or stop him, after a long while he just sighed: "My wife won't let me touch the doll, so I can only let Xiao Chi stay at home with her, if the Taoist priest really wants the doll As a reference, then I'm really not the most suitable choice."

"Then let this kid give it a try." Wen Liang put a palm on Zhang Chi's shoulder with confidence, "You can't grab it, and you don't want to stimulate your mother a second time, right?"

"Well." Zhang Chi's immature face became a little more firm at this time, which was the firmness brought by his sense of responsibility as a son and brother, "I don't know, I will try to convince my mother, but it can't be too long, She'll cry a lot when she leaves this doll."

"That's natural, I can give it back to her when I'm done." Wen Liang made a package ticket and watched Zhang Chi walk to the bedroom door with a smile, "Go, boy."

Zhang Chi pushed open the bedroom door again. Behind this door was the little world he had been in for the past few days. He closed the door and isolated his father and the few people who came to help his sister just now. Looking straight at the woman in the house.

His mother's long hair was disheveled, and her face, which was originally called a Hibiscus Street bean curd shih tzu, was full of fatigue. Her eyelids were as red and swollen as goldfish in a foam box from a roadside vendor.

Zhang Chi walked over and quietly sat down beside his mother. He looked at her mother's all-familiar face with mixed feelings in his heart.

In his childhood impression, his mother was always laughing, and would stroke his and his sister's head with a bean-scented palm, even if he was angry, but that state was completely different from now.

The woman's spirit was obviously severely hit. She was holding an old doll that was crushed and deformed in her arms. The doll was a cloth bear with patches on its body. All lost one.

She stroked the bear's head over and over again, her eyes full of love, as if this worn-out teddy bear was really her lost daughter, and she didn't notice that the boy beside the bed was more worried about her son than anyone else.

"Mom..." Zhang Chi shouted softly, "Don't touch the bear, you haven't eaten for a day. Are you hungry? I'll go get you something to eat."

The woman heard it as if she had never heard it, but her body was still tightly engraved with the rag doll, and she muttered indistinctly: "What did you say, what a bear, this is my Yingying."

Zhang Chi's expression didn't even change. He had heard too many words of this kind these days, and he had been arguing with women from the very beginning to now being numb.

He looked at the woman in front of him and opened his mouth. He didn't know how to explain or how to comfort him. He could only listen to her calling the rag doll's sister's name over and over again. Hum a song.

"What a beautiful jasmine flower, fragrant and beautiful, full of branches, white and long, everyone praises..." The voice was soft, as if calling a child's name, but it was so plain but it seemed like it would never go back.

Zhang Chi couldn't control his emotions any longer, and a moment of sadness and grievance came to his heart, but he didn't forget what Wen Liang told him before he came in. He gently grasped his mother's hand with his thin, underdeveloped hand, with a face full of tears.Tears and smiles coexist.

"...Mom, do you still recognize me? I'm Xiao Chi." Zhang Chi felt that he was crying even when he spoke, which was nothing, because he saw his mother stop and look at him.

There was doubt on the woman's face, but there was finally a ray of light in her eyes compared to just now. don't know if she was a sign of sobriety or just wondering.

Zhang Chi felt that there was drama, so he couldn't care to wipe away his tears, so he hurriedly said, "Mom, the willow tree outside the window is sprouting, I'll bring Yingying to pick some magnolia flowers, take it home and fry it for us, okay? "

Crispy magnolias are my sister Zhang Xingying's favorite dish. Whenever the magnolias bloom in spring, Zhang Chi will take her sister to find a tree with the most flowers, pick a pot full of magnolias and go home.

And the mother would always treat the flowers that the brothers and sisters picked up, wrap it in batter and fry it until it was golden and crispy.

"Magnolia...is it spring again?" The woman on the bed muttered to herself, Zhang Chi didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly repeated the proposal just now, and then he looked at his mother, waiting for her reaction.

The woman did not disappoint Zhang Chi too much, a bright smile appeared on her face covered by her long hair: "Xiao Chi... go, pick more flowers and come back, Mom will fry it for you, and my sister. …”

She slightly loosened the arm that was holding the doll tightly, and after hesitating for a long time, she handed the doll to Zhang Chi, "Take care of your sister, she is still a little doll, don't lose her."

"Well, I will." Zhang Chi took the doll into his arms, and it even had the warmth of his mother on it. He pursed his lips and quickly said to the woman, "Mom, then we'll go out."

"Be careful on the road." The woman watched her son retreat to the bedroom door, and hurriedly opened the door to get out. She stared at the closed door and muttered again, "Be careful on the road..."

Zhang Chi pursed his lips and rushed out of the bedroom. When a few people outside the room saw this, they rushed forward. Zhang Chi shoved the doll into Wen Liang's arms and said in a muffled voice, "Hurry up, I promise she will return it in a while."

"I really got it." Wen Liang glanced at the young man's expression, and said nothing more, he greeted Boss Zhang, "Boss Zhang, now that the primer is in place, it's just a drop of blood from your close relative, and I know you too. You are eager to find a girl, should you start now?"

Boss Zhang replied with silence. He raised his hand and patted his son: "Xiao Chi, you go back to the room first, and then come out after Daoist Wen finishes doing the method..."

"No, it's just fortune-telling, don't shy away from it." Wen Liang took out his set of assholes from his bosom, then chose a relatively thick one from a set of silver needles, and shook it in front of Boss Zhang, "Zhang Boss, shall we begin?"

"...Okay." Boss Zhang handed over his left hand. He turned his head and couldn't bear to look at it, but the pain he expected was not strong. At the moment when he turned his head, Wen Liang's needle fell from his hand. The beads ooze from the eye of the needle.

Wen Liang tightly clasped Boss Zhang's hand and turned his palm down, and the blood beads fell into the glassware impartially.

After the preparations were completed, Wen Liang closed the glass lid and handed Boss Zhang a small piece of disposable alcohol cotton: "Okay, from now on, don't interrupt me no matter what happens, don't make a sound, don't ask, all conclusions will wait until I open my eyes. It will be revealed later.”

After everyone nodded, Wen Liang lifted the lid of the glassware and dripped the thin layer of blood on the rag doll. He closed his gray-blue eyes and said something plausibly in his mouth.

Xie Jin was very close to Wen Liang, but even though he could barely hear what Wen Liang was saying, he couldn't understand what was being said. It was probably some kind of tracing mantra from the Qing faction in Zhengyi Maoshan.

But looking at Wen Liang's unreliable appearance on weekdays, he really won't fall off the chain at critical moments.

Xie Jin thought of this, and the suffocation in his chest finally eased a little. Anyway, it is a good thing for the Zhang family to be able to know whether Zhang Xingying is safe through means.

Wen Liang is still very reliable at critical moments