The phone book is not the size of a palm, and there are magnets on both sides of the front and back, and when unfolded like an accordion, it is a long strip. The handwriting on it goes from old to new, apparently for many years.

I've only seen such phone books in TV movies. After I was born, mobile phones have become a must-have item for everyone, so naturally there is no place for this kind of phone book.

Zhu Yun opened the phone book and directly looked at the latest records.

The name under the lead note is a bit strange, there is only one surname - Chao. The phone number is a landline number. There are also several numbers marked below, which are "15000", "3000", and "25000". I don't know what it means.

Zhu Yun happily took the phone book, returned to the bedside, and picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Zhu Yun's husband grabbed Zhu Yun's hand and asked, "Wait." That one...... Is this man really good? Your parents don't ......."

The man stopped talking, with a clear disapproval expression on his face, and his face was ugly.

Zhu Yun paused, and his face sank, "What do you mean?" ”

"Otherwise, I will accompany you to the City God Temple tomorrow to offer incense. If you don't feel at ease, let's go farther and go to Guanyin Temple. The man said.

Zhu Yun raised his head angrily and glared at the man, "Zhang Junyi, what do you mean?" What do you mean? ”

"Don't shout. Don't wake up your daughter. The man frowned, showing an impatient look, "I don't know about your parents. I just didn't say it back then. The money of the elderly, they can do whatever they want. We have hands and feet, we have jobs, we have a house, we have a car, and the two of them have helped us a lot in the past. We can take care of our daughter ourselves......"

"What do you mean?" Zhu Yun gritted his teeth and interrupted the man's words.

The man glanced at Zhu Yun, "What do I mean, aren't you clear?" In the years when your parents threw 35,000 yuan into it. They believe something, and it's nothing. The old man believes in this a lot. Asking God to worship Buddha is also wishing for the good of future generations. It's not a scam...... But what did they get all about? When they're old, forget it. You've got it now, too? Our daughter hasn't gone to college yet. She has good grades and may have to study abroad in the future. Where did you get so much money to toss for you? If you don't feel at ease, I will accompany you to incense. I offer incense to a regular temple. You have to buy a consecrated amulet, and you can do anything. This person ......"

"At the end of the day, you just don't believe me!" Zhu Yun said.

"How do you make me believe? You say what the hell you're doing. Where the hell did it come from? Your parents didn't please you in the end. Tell me for yourself what your parents were like when they died! You don't dare take your daughter to see them yourself! The man's anger also came up, "Is there something wrong with your family?" It's a good day, though, and this kind of thing happens. ”

"I really saw it." Zhu Yun said stiffly, sitting on the bed dejectedly, "I really saw ......"

"I'll accompany you to the hospital tomorrow. Then we went inside the temple. All right? The man softened his tone.

Zhu Yun didn't listen.

I saw Zhu Yun's memory.

In the fragmentary memory fragments, there is an old couple.

They are worried, they are troubled, they are always sad.

There was an inexplicable strangeness in the look in their eyes.

The next second, I saw another person.

The man had a goatee and gray temples, which was rare in his time, and looked old, but his skin was delicate and smooth, like that of a young man.

That person was so weird that Zhu Yun stared at him for a long time.

Goatee and Zhu Yun looked at each other for a moment, then withdrew their gaze and motioned for the old couple to take the child out.

Zhu Yun was kicked out and waited in the hall outside.

The décor of the hall is quaint.

I couldn't help but think of Bai An, the one who raised the blue-faced ghost.

What I saw in my dreams seemed to be the same in the place where he lived.

This makes me wonder if these people are using the same renovation team to do the renovation.

The thought came to me in a flash.

Zhu Yun sat on the mahogany chair, a little unstable. She shouldn't be very old now, maybe she is in the upper grades of elementary school, or she may have just started junior high school.

She stared at the bonsai on the small table for a long time, gradually wandering and emptying her brain.

The room was quiet, and no sound came from the inner room. I could hear the insects and birds chirping outside the window.

I don't know how long later, the door of the inner room opened, and Zhu Yun's parents walked out.

Zhu Yun jumped out of the chair and looked up to see his parents' gloomy expressions.

She was pulled away by her mother. The father turned around, as if to say something to the people in the house.

The memory soon ended.

There is an extra bodhisattva in Zhu Yun's home. Compared to the bodhisattvas she had ever seen, the statue had a yin and yang face, with the left half of the face smiling and the right half of the face crying. The things it holds in its left and right hands are also different. In his left hand, he held a sword with drops of blood painted on it; He holds a flower in his right hand, and there is dew on the petals.

Zhu Yun stared at the Bodhisattva for a long time.

She would look at it every day and see how her parents bowed down to the Bodhisattva with reverence. Three incense sticks a day, never broken.

The Bodhisattva also maintained that yin and yang face until his father's death.

Her father died after graduating from college, and a few days before he died, he was delirious, always saying that he was going to die and that someone was going to kill him. He hid in Tibet, and even stole his family's money and the Bodhisattva, and hid in other places. The police from the field came to me. When she and her mother rushed over, they saw her father's body.

The father killed himself. The day after he left home, he hanged himself in a rental house. The police said that at that time, there were only one or two of his clothes in the house, and there was the Bodhisattva.

The left and right sides of the bodhisattva's face were reversed. The left side of the face is crying, and the right face is laughing.

Zhu Yun had goosebumps all over his body at that time, and even his sadness for his father's death was diluted.

And the mother was scared crazy because of this.

She was more active in going to the master Chao. Money is spent.

The Bodhisattva's face at home changed again. The left side laughs, the right side cries.

When his mother was killed in the stairwell, the Bodhisattva broke in half, and a blood-like liquid flowed out of the hollow in the middle. The left half of the bodhisattva's face becomes a crying face, and the right half of the face becomes a frightened expression.

Zhu Yun thought of this and covered his face.

She had always thought that Master Chao had killed her parents. My parents encountered that kind of charlatan, and they were fooled into going insane. The strangeness of the bodhisattva can be explained by mechanisms and magic.

But after she met it herself, she didn't think so.

"I really...... I really saw ......," Zhu Yun choked up.

The memories and feelings are so clear.

The voice, the figure, the hand on his back, the breath on the back of his neck, were all real.

Zhu Yun's husband patted her on the back and said a few words soothingly, but he still didn't believe it.

Zhu Yun was pulled to lie on the bed. The husband turned off the lights and coaxed her like a child, but he fell asleep before her.

Zhu Yun heard her husband's snoring, opened her eyes, and stared at the dark ceiling, as if she saw the shadow.

She immediately closed her eyes, but the shadow seemed to be imprinted on her retina, and it could not be erased.

Zhu Yun evaded.

I recalled Zhu Yun's memories over and over again.

Wu Ling's speculation was wrong. They shouldn't have investigated Zhu Yun's parents.

The car accident in elementary school, the help and death of his parents, and then what happened to Zhu Yun.

And that figure......

The styling ......

No matter what you think, it's all demons!

The sharp horns on the top of the head, the tail on the back, and the reddish and black skin color...... Toto is a typical Western demon image. Moreover, it is not a strange demon like Kaziana, but a demon image in Western legends, classical paintings, art, and even modern films, television, and anime, which is the image that most people associate with demons when they mention them.

If there is not really a demon in this world, it is a spirit in the image of a demon.

Just, why the devil?

(End of chapter)