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Chapter 8: Searching for Someone (Part Five)
Zhang Wang nodded in agreement, "Yes, she was sleeping. I saw her asleep while I was watching TV in the living room. I think it was a football match."
"You only saw her sleeping and didn't go into the room to talk to her?"
Zhang Wang's eyes, not particularly large, widened in surprise at my words. This time, he looked at me with even more astonishment, "How do you know that?"
I ignored Zhang Wang and focused intently on his wife, who had her head lowered. "Actually, you brought that child home, didn't you?"
Zhang Wang's wife, Mo, glanced nervously at her husband and moved her lips before finally stammering, "I... I didn't."
"You left the child your mother-in-law abandoned by the roadside and didn't bury it but secretly hid it at home. You told her about your longing for the child, and soon after, you became pregnant, fulfilling your mother-in-law's wish for a grandchild. But this also brought her disaster; this child is the reincarnation of your deceased child."
Upon hearing my words, Zhang Wang was stunned into silence and grabbed his wife Mo's hand tightly. "Is it true? Is it? Speak up!"
"Yes, it's true. My child died unjustly; my mother-in-law is so cruel."
Mo began to cry loudly, attracting the attention of many people around us. I shushed her softly. "Keep it down. I'll help you with this matter, but first you must reveal the truth. So you see..."
Mo nodded. "My daughter died; seeing her die so pitifully made me cry all night in my dreams. I dreamt she was calling for help, calling for me to save her. I held her close; she was bleeding all over. It hurt so much..."
Zhang Wang nodded along. "Yes, she woke up several times in her sleep, crying out for our daughter."
Mo continued, "I couldn't believe my daughter died from falling by herself. So I pretended to sleep and went to bring my daughter back, hiding her away. I used ice cubes to ensure her body wouldn't decay and then sought out someone. This person understood Mystical Arts; he calculated based on my daughter's birth date that my mother-in-law pushed her down the stairs and then told us to take revenge on her."
"You... how could you do that?" Zhang Wang trembled with anger; if I weren't there, he would have slapped Mo across the face. I stopped him with a gesture, signaling Mo to continue.
"He could help me find my child back if I gave him my daughter. Soon after, I indeed became pregnant and dreamt of my daughter crawling into my belly. I thought I would give birth to a girl again, but unexpectedly it turned out to be a boy. Even more unexpectedly, when my mother-in-law wanted a grandson and held him once, she got so scared that she ran away madly, claiming it wasn't intentional and begging for mercy."
I truly hadn't expected that such a clever woman like Mo would fall for this trap. She had handed over her daughter's corpse to someone who understood Mystical Arts; that was a dangerous thing to do as this person could potentially raise her daughter as a ghost.
I asked, "Did he give you anything to eat? Like during your pregnancy?"
"I took two pills; they were dark and had a strange taste."
"Alright, do you remember what he looked like? Tell me where you saw him," I said before leaving. Zhang Wang walked behind with his wife, Mo, and they whispered back and forth, arguing quietly. Several times I noticed he seemed ready to hit someone. I cleared my throat and said, "Let's talk calmly. Your mother was wrong first; don't blame everything on your wife. Of course, she was also used in this situation. If you don't believe me, just ask your mother."
"Oh."
I intended to discuss things with Qin Jian, but for now, I decided not to rush back and instead go with Mo and Zhang Wang. I felt that this matter was serious; if he really was raising ghosts, it would definitely harm people. Therefore, the responsibility of eliminating this threat fell on me and Qin Jian.
Qin Jian was being overwhelmed by Zhang Wang's children, who were tugging at him in a frenzy. When they saw us approaching, they quickly ran into the car while chanting "Amitabha."
I didn't get into the car but went over to Zhang Wang's vehicle.
The Mad Old Woman had already woken up, staring blankly at one spot.
Zhang Wang called out to her, "Mom, are you feeling better?"
Old Mother lifted her head, her eyes clouded. She saw me, then Zhang Wang, his wife, and her grandchildren. She widened her murky eyes in fear and waved her hands frantically, trembling all over as she babbled incoherently, "I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! Please don't seek revenge on me; I did something foolish for the sake of the Zhang family's lineage."
Now nothing mattered anymore. Zhang Wang's mother wanted her grandson to push his sister down the stairs to her death. In retaliation for her mother-in-law's actions, the daughter sought out an Evil Sorcerer who not only betrayed her own daughter but also caused great suffering for her mother-in-law and allowed evil spirits to invade the current children.
"If you trust me, Zhang Wang, arrange for your mother to come with us in our car. We will take you all home safely and then do what needs to be done."
After everything that had happened, Zhang Wang now looked at me with deep respect and admiration.
He had no choice but to agree wholeheartedly with my suggestion and personally brought Old Mother to my car. There were other reasons for my actions that I didn't want to disclose yet. Qin Jian also stayed quiet as we each got into our cars to prepare for the return journey.
Zhang Wang and Old Mother sat in our vehicle, still staring blankly at one spot.
Qin Jian whispered, "Is she alright?"
"She's fine." Thankfully she was elderly; otherwise, I would have had to bring Qin Jian over to hear the truth. After all, Qin Jian was like a modern-day Bao Gong—stern and impartial. If he found out that this old woman had intentionally pushed her own granddaughter down the stairs leading to a fatal brain hemorrhage during rescue attempts, he would surely take drastic measures against her.
In truth, death is not so difficult; what’s truly tragic is living a life worse than death.
Seeing Zhang Wang's mother like this made it clear what had transpired!
Zhang Wang walked ahead of us; perhaps he was worried because he frequently called to check in. He truly embodied Filial Piety; even though his mother had wronged both him and his wife, he still paid close attention to Old Mother's condition out of duty.
"Just put your heart at ease. I guarantee the safety of you and your family; as for everything else, don't worry about it." With my words, Zhang Wang finally felt reassured. The journey back was not as difficult as before, but just then, the weather turned against us and a light drizzle began to fall.
The fine rain fell like threads, creating a misty haze on the windshield that obscured our view ahead. The wipers moved back and forth across the glass, making a squeaking sound. Zhang Wang and Old Mother sat upright, their hands stiffly resting on their knees, staring ahead with wide eyes, clearly tense.
I had brought Zhang Wang's mother into our car. On the surface, it was to prevent any further accidents in Zhang Wang's vehicle, but in reality, I wanted to protect her. I sat down next to her, and Qin Jian looked at me in confusion, asking, "Why is she so nervous?"
"Well, don't worry about it. Just don't be curious about anything you see later and don't misuse your sympathy or kindness. Just drive straight ahead," I instructed.
At this point, Qin Jian still didn't understand what I meant. Suddenly spotting a girl standing by the roadside in the rain, he said kindly, "Look, that girl is getting soaked. Let's stop and let her in."
The girl by the roadside looked to be about a year old, stumbling along with wet hair and dirty clothes that evoked immediate pity. However, I couldn't let Qin Jian stop. At that moment, Zhang Wang's mother appeared very frightened; she gripped the back of her seat tightly and buried her head deep into it, not daring to lift her face.
"Don't stop; keep driving."
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