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Chapter 60: Facts Speak Louder Than Words
When we arrived earlier, many people had gathered to watch because of Peng Hai's sudden return, but they scattered in fear. Now, due to our commotion, the onlookers who were used to watching from a distance flocked back out, standing far away and pointing at us.
"I... my sister is not feeling well right now."
Peng Hai's hesitation brought a glimmer of hope to Qin Jian, who repeated my words and continued, "Yes, it's about your sister. So please let her come out again."
Under everyone's gaze, Peng Hai had no choice but to go inside and forcefully help the disheveled and sickly Peng Yan out. Peng Yan covered her face with her hand to shield herself from the harsh light, her eyes vacant and staring blankly at the ground. She looked completely drained and lost.
"Ma Qi, what do you think her symptoms are?"
"It doesn't seem like she's sick; it looks more like she's lost her soul."
"Lost her soul!" Mi glanced at me with confusion and asked, "Brother Qi, you know how to call back souls, right?"
"This isn't just any kind of soul loss; she has experienced Soul Separation."
Qin Jian frowned in puzzlement. "What does that mean?"
"The deceased are called Souls. A living person experiencing Soul Separation is referred to as a living spirit. Because of her inner turmoil, she has trapped herself in another space while feeling as if she’s dreaming, wandering freely to places she wants to go and meeting people she wishes to see. This seems related to psychological issues; she has a mental block."
"What should we do?" Qin Jian asked with a furrowed brow.
Mi looked at me expectantly, her eyes filled with sympathy. The kind-hearted girl still didn't realize the dangers of human nature; Peng Yan's scheming was complex. Her emotional turmoil stemmed from the incident at the hospital and the misunderstandings she had towards me, which led to her current state of Soul Separation.
"This is my sister's diary." Peng Hai took out what appeared to be an ordinary notebook labeled "Mind Diary."
I opened the first page; it was filled with my name, Ma Qi, written over and over again. On the second page, it was all about missing you, missing you, missing you. The third page had "mami hong," "mami hong," entering dreams, wanting to be with him—the remaining words were not suitable for children.
The crowd waiting for Peng Yan to speak erupted in laughter.
Peng Hai's urgency was futile; he was domineering and yet had no way to deal with so many people. Perhaps these individuals usually tolerated his arrogance by ignoring it, but now that they had a chance to mock him, they would not let it slip away. Our farmer uncles and aunts may not be well-educated, but they spoke honestly.
“What’s so great about Peng Yan? How could that handsome guy possibly like her?”
“I think I recognize that guy in the suit; wasn’t he the one who handled Peng Yan’s mother’s situation a few years back?”
“Tsk tsk… You can’t judge a book by its cover. He’s grown into quite a handsome man over the years, and that girl next to him seems to match him well.”
From anticipating Peng Yan to speak to scrutinizing us in detail, this made Peng Hai lose face. He stomped his feet in anger and shouted at Peng Yan, “Sister, say something! What did he do to you? How did he hug you? What else did he do? I’m here fighting for your justice!”
Peng Yan looked powerless, like a soft sponge being shaken around by Peng Hai. Her head hung low, hair covering half of her face.
Peng Hai's fury silenced the crowd momentarily; they fell quiet. After a while, discussions began again, rising and falling like ocean waves. More and more people gathered, their voices growing bolder. Watching Peng Hai’s face turn the color of liver from anger, his shaking hand moved faster. With his tall and muscular build resembling that of a bullfighter, he was certainly too much for the frail and delicate Peng Yan to withstand.
I shouted, “Peng Hai, stop!”
The scene fell silent instantly; no one knew what I would do next. I turned to Qin Jian and Mi and said, “How about we take Peng Yan away? What do you think?”
“Yeah, I also think it wouldn’t be good for Peng Yan to stay like this,” Mi agreed with my suggestion.
Qin Jian furrowed his brow as if contemplating the situation. Then he glanced at the fierce Peng Hai who had stopped shaking Peng Yan and said, “What I fear is that this is a heartless wolf of a brother.”
“Ma Qi, you have to give my sister an explanation,” Peng Hai pressed me.
I let out a cold laugh. “Peng Hai, don’t use your sister as an excuse to swindle our money. Do you know who this is beside me? He’s a police officer, and this is Han Mi, my wife and a psychologist. She has noticed that your sister has psychological issues and needs to be taken for in-depth treatment. With the police here, don’t even think about causing any trouble.”
Qin Jian is indeed a police officer.
I mentioned Han Mi as a psychologist to strengthen our position, making it reasonable for us to take Peng Yan away.
I thought Peng Hai would have some clever countermeasure, but he turned out to be nothing more than a coward. Upon hearing that Qin Jian was a police officer, his face turned pale, covered in acne and dripping with sweat. After a long pause, he finally muttered, “Then, in front of all these people, I hope when my sister reappears, she’ll be a normal person again.”
No one among the onlookers stepped forward to speak. Peng Hai handed over Peng Yan to us right there in front of everyone and even took out some of her belongings. Just as we were about to leave, someone suddenly shouted for me to show Qin Jian’s badge.
Qin Jian usually carries his badge with him, but he doesn’t just pull it out casually. He cleared his throat and spoke in a deep voice, “You don’t have the right to see it.”
Seeing Qin Jian’s expression, Peng Hai instinctively took a step back in fear but was unwilling to lose face so easily. He shouted dryly, “If anything happens to my sister, I won’t go easy on you.”
Our plan to take Peng Yan away had unfolded unexpectedly. We had taken her, but what was next? She wasn’t just an item of clothing; she was a living person. We couldn’t just leave her somewhere without care!
She has thoughts, appetites, and the need for sleep.
“Ma Qi, what do you think we should do with this hot potato?” Qin Jian pushed the dilemma onto me.
I had my own issues; I couldn’t just leave her at the shop! Besides, I already had complicated matters with her. Keeping her close would only complicate things further.
“How about we temporarily send her to your house? Your mother is alone at home; it would be nice for her to have some company.”
Qin Jian slammed the accelerator, clearly indicating his unwillingness to cooperate, which left me in a difficult position.
In the end, we placed our hopes on Chi Xinrong.
Mi called Chi Xinrong and briefly explained the situation. Upon hearing it, Chi Xinrong flatly refused over the phone.
She said, "I don't have time to take care of a mentally unstable person. If you want to pass the burden to me, forget it."
We fell silent for a moment. Then Mi, for some reason, suddenly volunteered, "I'll rent a place! Peng Yan can come with me."
Qin Jian agreed.
I disagreed, "No way. Mi needs someone to take care of her. How can she manage with another crazy person around?"
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