"I saw it upstairs before. You were very kind to everyone and didn't look down on us like others."
After hearing the little boy's reasons, Song Lan couldn't help but feel sad.
What kind of environment did this child live in before that he could be regarded as a role model for such a trivial matter?
Song Lan admitted that he was usually kind to others, but that was just because he was too lazy to quarrel with others, so once he met someone who was stubborn, he would usually support the other person's idea, "Yes, you are right, I support you."
Don’t underestimate these words, they are the trump card to calm disputes in daily life.
But then, he made a rather shocking discovery.
The child was obviously talking about him comforting the refugees in the large conference room, but he was sure that the child was definitely not in the large conference room at that time.
Although he may not be able to remember the faces of all the refugees in the world, he is not so forgetful that he can even forget whether there are children in the conference room.
Similarly, when the new Grand Prosecutor stormed into the large conference room looking for someone, the child was not there either.
Combined with the other party's behavior of following her all the way and the unreasonable coldness, Song Lan couldn't help but have an idea.
Could this little boy be...
ghost.
And, the "goods" the Foster family is looking for.
When these two identities were combined, Song Lan felt that things could be explained more clearly.
"Brother, I will come to you again."
The little boy's eyes were firm, "I have a reason to become stronger."
After that, he didn't leave any time for Song Lan to explain. He directly dodged into the green bushes nearby and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
After Song Lan waited for a while, he approached the green belt and opened the branches and leaves in fear.
Behind the branches and leaves is the soil, and beyond that is the wall that surrounds the compound. In order to prevent gangsters from climbing over the wall and entering the compound, an electric grid is installed on the wall.
He could not find a common-sense physical explanation for the boy's disappearance.
Song Lan didn't say anything, just silently rode the bicycle.
It seems that there is one more thing after returning home today:
In 2166, were there any haunting incidents?
Only on this issue, there is no difference between 2166 and 2020. There are different opinions on the Internet, and without exception, the discussion has gradually turned from a scientific discussion into a ghost story telling contest. People who discuss this topic seem to I can’t wait to share the ghost story I just made up with others.
As a result, Song Lan not only failed to find any scientific basis to support the existence of ghosts, but was also frightened several times by ghost stories.
At half past eight, the sky in District 17 had completely darkened. It was pitch black outside the living room window. Even with all the headlights in the living room turned on, Song Lan still couldn't feel any sense of security.
A thunder struck across the night sky, and heavy rain fell without warning.
The ensuing sound of the door opening made Song Lan jump up from the sofa with her tablet in hand.
"I'll answer...what's wrong with you?"
Lu Xiang looked at Song Lan with suspicious eyes as she walked in. She saw the tablet computer held in Song Lan's hand. He rarely came to the living room to surf the Internet.
Every time I clicked on the browsing history on his computer and tablet, they were completely cleared.
"Oh, supervisor, you came back just in time, very well!"
…
ten minutes later.
"You said you were scared by horror movies and ghost stories?"
Lu Xiang was speechless. She just saw Song Lan's nervous look and thought something big had happened.
She really didn't know what to say to Song Lan.
As a law enforcement officer, he not only watched movies while at work, but was also frightened by the virtual scenes in the movie, and had to comfort her when she got home from get off work.
"There are really ghosts in this world who can't do it, right?"
Seeing that the atmosphere was up, Song Lan promptly raised the question on his mind.
To solve this problem, he had to "confess" the fact that he watched ghost movies during working hours.
But the fact is that he was watching comedy movies when he was at work, and the thunder and knocking on the door would not scare him from jumping up from the sofa. The reason why he looked nervous was to make this question appear natural. Some.
He now has several pressing issues that need to be addressed.
Where did that little boy come from, where is he going, and...
Will you peek at him taking a shower?
"There are no ghosts in this world."
Lu Xiang's tone was very certain, "All haunted incidents are man-made."
At this point, Lu Xiang hesitated to speak, but looking at Song Lan's somewhat pale face, she finally sighed and said, "Do you remember that I mentioned the third assessment standard to you before?"
"Remember."
"The coalition government calls it psychic power. It is a certain kind of innate spiritual power. Among those who have psychic powers, there are some who can make people see illusions that do not exist. Currently, most of the known They are responsible for some of the hauntings.
"The reason why I don't want to mention this to you is that I don't want you to search for anything related to spiritual power. If you want to stimulate spiritual power, you need to go through unimaginable pain. Even those who have withstood these pains will probably Most personalities are also distorted, and there are a large number of criminal gangs on the Internet that take advantage of people's ignorance of psychic abilities and trick them into becoming guinea pigs."
With that said, Lu Xiang picked up the spoon in front of Song Lan and handed it to the latter. In order to prevent Song Lan from being deceived, she decided to explain it to him all at once, "If you are really interested..." Take it."
Song Lan did as he was told.
"focus."
"Um."
"Then try to change its shape."
"Hey-!"
Song Lan put his hands together and moved as fast as a kung fu master. He held the spoon tightly and pushed hard against his thigh, as if he had tried his best.
But didn't move.
Lu Xiang's face was uncertain. She took advantage of Song Lan's carelessness and pinched the back of her hand to stop herself from laughing.
How come this Song Lan is funnier than the comedians on TV?
"I want you to use your consciousness to change its shape."
"Consciousness?" Song Lan looked unbelieving, "How is this possible?"
"This shows that you have not been able to unleash your spiritual potential."
Lu Xiang said in a matter-of-fact tone, "You may not use this knowledge in your lifetime. Just forget it after you have heard it - psychic energy will appear in three different forms in the early stage. The assessment agency calls them destruction, interference and Support, they will be evaluated based on breaking the spoon, bending the spoon or restoring the spoon, these three determine the future direction of the ability.”
When it came to this, Song Lan understood clearly.
In other words, he should have skipped the initial stage by now.
"Don't think too much, this place isn't haunted."
"I can rest assured that."
Song Lancha changed the subject, "You have worked hard these days. I specially cooked beef brisket for you today to improve the food."
He brought the beef brisket that had been stewed all night to the table, and gave Lu Xiang a bowl of white rice.
By the way, he quietly took a spoon from the kitchen counter.
"I'll go pack some things. Call me when you're done eating."
"Um."
…
Returning to the room, locking the door, Song Lan took out a spoon and placed it in front of herself.
Destruction, interference, support.
He was also somewhat curious as to which of the three his abilities belonged to.
He slowly closed his eyes, and Lu Xiang's instructions seemed to echo in his ears:
focus.
Try changing its shape.
When he opened his eyes again, the spoon in his hand was gone.
It doesn't bend, it doesn't break, it doesn't stay the same.
With the moonlight coming in from the window, Song Lan saw the gray-white dust scattered in his room.
These fine dust fell on the bed and floor, and then blended into the entire house, never to be seen again.
