Psychic

Van Gaal led the middle-aged woman into the house and brought it into the living room.

She is very thin, as if there is only one bone shelf left, her cheeks and eyes are deeply sunken, making a good face ugly, and the skin is also sallow, rough like a matte paper, at first glance It is somewhat similar to the monster of Zhang Wencheng.

Fangalo reached out and invited her to sit down.

She sat down on the sofa carefully, but her expression was very uneasy. Ten fingers were tightly twisted together. She looked at the surrounding environment with a pair of eyes panic, as if a little wind and grass could startle.

“You said that you will feel when you eat an apple …” Fangallo said.

The attention of the middle-aged woman was immediately diverted, and the uneasiness in her heart became anxiety: “Yes, I do n’t know why, when I ate these apples, I cried somehow, and my heart was very painful It seemed that I had a heart attack, and then I started to feel nausea and vomiting. I vomited all night on the toilet and cried all night. My ear always echoed my husband’s voice. I heard him calling my name, I vaguely said something, but I couldn’t hear what was said. “

The woman hugged herself and burst into tears: “At that time, I felt a bad feeling in my heart for no reason. My husband and my son must have happened. They were trapped somewhere and waiting for me to go. Save, but I can’t find them, neither can the police, woo woo … “

The woman cried uncontrollably.

Fangalo unfolded the magnetic field, wrapped her, and transmitted the calm power of his own heart to suppress those panic and dazed fear. This is his unique way of comforting people.

Song Rui opened the plastic bag and carefully observed the apples. They are large and round, with a crimson color and bright skin. They are much better than ordinary apples. Each one is attached with a small oval label, indicating the place of origin.

“When did you buy these apples? Will you feel it when you eat other apples?” Song Rui asked calmly.

The woman drew enough power from Van Gogh, and finally calmed down, choked: “I have bought these apples for half a month. Only when I eat them will I cry inexplicably, nausea and vomiting, and then feel me My husband is calling me, not eating other apples. I— “

The woman hugged herself tightly, and her body started to tremble: “I tried another one later and cried even more. I don’t know how it feels. I can’t describe it, it’s very sad, very sad, I hate it. It ’s okay to die on the spot. I wanted to pick out the apples I ate, but I only spit out some sour water all night. I was so uncomfortable and uncomfortable … “

She didn’t know how to express her feelings in words. She could only repeat the last sentence. Her eyes occasionally glanced at the red apples, and she would move away as if she saw something demon or ghost.

This feeling of hers is somewhat similar to that of the psychic, but it is very different.

The psychic needs to find a medium for deep communication with the world. Air, water, sound, any kind of tangible or intangible things, may become this medium. But women’s media are just these apples.

Fangalo thought about it while picking up one of the apples, but did not use the magnetic field and the mind to sense it. After many attempts, he has discovered that this fruit does not allow the spirit to explore its source. Even if it is picked and transported to a far place, they seem to maintain a close connection with the mother.

This connection gave Van Gogh a very familiar feeling and also made him extremely afraid. And he vaguely knew that it was absolutely impossible to block this connection with a magnetic field. There is a constant cut between the two.

It was only then that Van Gogh recalled in a trance. Was the dark picture with crisscross dots and mottled dots seen in Su Fengxi’s brain at that time not like a bunch of entangled vines? In fact, he had already glimpsed a part of the truth, but he never got through.

The woman was still crying, but Van Goghro’s thoughts had gone far and far, and she couldn’t get back for a while.

He rubbed the fruit of his palm and murmured: “Dr. Song, what connection in the world is cut anyway?”

Song Ruisi said after a moment, “Bloodline?”

Is it blood? These fruits can also be regarded as children of the demon tree, so the connection between them will be cut continuously? Intellectually, Van Gogh thinks this answer should be the truth, but intuitively, he thinks it is not, and he is more willing to believe his intuition.

Therefore, the connection between these fruits and the demon tree is not only as simple as blood.

For a moment, Fangallo couldn’t understand it. He only reached out his hands and asked politely, “This lady, how do you call it?”

The woman said tearfully, “My name is Duan Xiaoyun.”

“Ms. Duan, can you please put your hands in my palm? Those feelings that you can’t describe in words, I can read them directly through your mind. Please don’t resist, just remember the scene in your heart. Enough. Is that okay? “He palms up, silently waiting.

“Okay, me, can I just hold your hand?” The woman quickly rubbed her nose and tears with her hem.

“Yes.” Van Gogh’s fingertips stiffened slightly.

Song Rui immediately passed a pack of sterile tissues placed on the coffee table.

The woman blushed and took one of them, carefully wiped her hands carefully, and then put it carefully on the palm of Vanguard.

“Close your eyes can help recall.” Song Rui said.

The woman immediately closed her eyes and tried to recall how she felt at the time.

At the same time, Vanguard’s serene face showed a patience. He finally understood how uncomfortable the woman was. It was a pain where the heart was pulled out alive; it was despair that the soul was torn into pieces that could no longer be pieced together; but besides the pain and despair, she still hid extremely intense anger. Not only did she not want to finish this life, but she also wanted to destroy the rest of her life.

She believes that the disappearance of her husband and children are both their own faults. It was her failure to take care of them that caused the family to break up. But she said that she was worried about her husband. She only mentioned a few words to her son, but her mind was full of her son ’s innocent and cute smiles, and did not leave much memory for her husband.

It is also understandable that when a woman becomes a mother, the focus of her life will naturally shift to the child. She did not mention her son, just because she would collapse once she mentioned it.

Through her eyes, her thoughts, and her memories, Fangallo also saw the scene of the day when the father and son disappeared. They disappeared inexplicably when the night was quiet, each wearing thin pajamas, holding hands, playing barefoot, and disappeared on the street without people.

Surveillance captured their backs, but failed to capture their final destination. They kept walking and walking, never looked back …

Three years later, the woman quit her job and looked around, but only in exchange for the heartbreak of despair. She always believed that they were still alive, until this time to buy back these apples, tasted the painful heartfelt taste.

Sensing here, Fangallo let go of the woman’s hand.

She immediately cried in tears and said intermittently: “I, I can feel them, they, they are dead. But even so, I, I want to find them, I want to know the truth! I want to know, why they were To leave. Am I not doing well enough? Or did they happen to me, something I do n’t know? “

She tried to take a deep breath to calm down her emotions, and then looked directly at Van Gogh, and said her ultimate purpose: “Vatican teacher, I want to know the truth, please answer me.”

After so many years of searching, she struggled and tortured repeatedly in hope and despair, but she was already exhausted. She sometimes feels that people always have a hope in life, and sometimes feels that it is like a rope around the neck, strangling herself little by little.

It wasn’t until she ate these apples that she finally wanted to understand that the only thing she can get now is about the truth. She must know what happened that year, no matter how much it cost!

She opened the shoulder bag and took out a bank card from inside, with a sad tone, but she was also firm: “Teacher Fan, I sold my house, plus the savings over the years, I made up 5 million. I put these All the money is for you, please help me. “

Fangalo extended his slender fingertips, pressed the card, slowly pushed it back, and then took out his mobile phone to call Meng Zhong with a careful tone: “Meng Bureau, has your visit investigation started? Can’t you check the Red Star Orchard first? “

After saying a few words there, Van Gogh stood up and nodded: “I’m going with you. I have a lady Duan who has a very strange apple. I think this will be an important clue. “

He hung up the phone, picked up the bag of apples, and instructed: “Go, I will take you to the place of origin of these apples.”

“Okay.” The woman stood up quickly.

Song Rui picked up his coat naturally and was about to keep up, but his eyebrows were resisted by a cold index finger. Then a soft and warm magnetic field invaded his mind, stirring his drowsiness and making him conscious Became particularly dizzy.

He held this index finger and opened his thin lips. Before he could say a word, he lay down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Fangallo retracted his fingertips, picked up the tall Dr. Song, took it to the master bedroom on the second floor, put it gently on the bed, and covered the quilt. After going downstairs, he put the meat dish placed on the coffee table into the refrigerator, and then wrote a note on the refrigerator door.

Duan Xiaoyun couldn’t help but curiosity. He walked to the kitchen door and looked at it, but he saw an ordinary sentence written on the note: “Wake up and eat something and come to me again.” 】

Found that Teacher Fan looked back at herself, she quickly shrunk her neck and returned to the living room.

“Okay, I can go this time.” Van Galo put on his jacket and explained softly: “He didn’t sleep last night and can’t run outside today again.”

“It turned out to be this way. I trouble you.” Duan Xiaoyun felt very sorry, but also clearly realized that the relationship between these two people is really good.

Dr. Song clearly slept on the second floor, and could not hear the sound on the first floor, but Mr. Fan would unconsciously lower the volume of his speech, lest he might disturb the other party. Only by keeping each other’s heart in mind at all times will there be such a kind of almost conditioned reflexive care.

When leaving this magnificent villa, Duan Xiaoyun looked back at the second floor, his eyes full of envy.

The two drove to the Red Star Orchard in the suburbs to meet with Meng Zhong and others.

“Is this kind of apple produced by you?” Meng Zhong took the bag of apples and handed it to the owner.

“It’s from us.” The gardener looked at the logo attached to the peel and immediately nodded. After a bite, he chewed cheerfully.

Seeing his bold eating, Meng Zhong and a group of investigators couldn’t help feeling a bit of toothache. Duan Xiaoyun has turned his head, covering his mouth and retching.

Van Gaal took the apple that was bitten by the owner and dropped it on the ground, stepped on it, and said softly: “Where is the orchard that produces this apple, can you take us to see it?”

The gardener loves the planting industry very much, and is proud of having cultivated the sweetest sugar apple on the market. Seeing that Van Gogh was wasting his own energy, he was anxious: “Oh, what the **** is going on with you? Child? Do n’t eat if you do n’t eat. What are you doing when you throw it on the ground? You are too disrespectful! ”

Meng Zhong urged impatiently: “Where are the fruit trees, take us!”

The garden owner seemed to be annoyed by them, and he was reluctant to cooperate. Silly! If you want to search, you can take the permit! “

Meng Zhong bowed his head and searched for a search warrant. Fangallo had already taken steps to walk in a certain direction.

When he saw him leaving, Meng Zhong still managed to keep up with the permits, and he quickly followed them in a hurry. Liao Fang, Liu Tao and other members of the group also hurriedly hurried over, as if a group of bandits had looted.

The owner of the garden was so angry that he quickly followed these people, scolded and scolded them, and waved his hands repeatedly to let the fruit farmers carry a **** to stop them.

Where did the fruit farmers dare to fight against the law enforcement team, they turned their heads one by one and ran away.

In the absence of leadership, Van Gaalo bypassed the planting area of ​​one fruit after another, followed the subtle induction, walked through the cobweb-like path, and finally came to an apple tree. Its leaves are no more green and lush than the surrounding trees, and its stalks are not thicker and stronger than other trees. It looks ordinary and ordinary without any peculiarities.

Meng Zhong, full of fear of the variant fruit trees, stood here, staring blankly, his face full of doubts.

“Is it?” He asked uncertainly.

“It’s it. The kind of chopped connection that exists between the fruit and the fruit tree, I sensed it.” Van Galo reached out his hand and pressed his palm to the trunk.

The owner screamed: “Eh, what are you doing! Don’t move my tree!”

At this moment, the mediocre tree withered its leaves, withered away the fruit of the tree, and in the blink of an eye it became a withered dead tree. It seems to have experienced tens of centuries of rain, snow and frost, and actually folded into two segments under the gentle touch of Fangallo and crashed to the ground.

The people around didn’t have time to respond, Duan Xiaoyun uttered a terrible scream: “Husband! That’s my husband!”

She rushed up and hugged the tree trunk that had been broken into two pieces, and the uneven fracture was stuck with an undecayed body. Its swollen face could only look like it was before birth, and there was even more blood flowing from him. It came out of the skin with holes.