The Spirit World

Chapter 399 The Dutiful Son

I sometimes find people quite interesting.

Many people believe in those charlatans, believe in certain publicly announced lottery mechanisms, and believe in unfounded wishes.

They believe that human nature is evil.

Believe in conspiracy theories.

And always believe that you are right.

But they don’t believe the victims, thinking that this is just an excuse made up by people who are weak and unwilling to face the facts. 】

"Are you selling medicine?" someone asked below.

[They didn't believe that a thirteen-year-old boy would touch a female doctor's buttocks, and thought that how could a child know so much?
They don't believe that people will sacrifice themselves for others, and think that no one would be willing to sell out their own interests.

They don't believe that a girl can make a lot of efforts to be beautiful, and are only willing to speak ill of them and say that their photos are photoshopped.

They are unwilling to believe in the goodness of human nature because it is completely different from who they are.

So they also don't believe that people can get rare diseases, because they have never had them, so they can naturally say that these people are just acting and just want to get sympathy from others. 】

"Are you selling medicine?" The man's tone became heavier and a little impatient.

[These people will not believe in all the things they have not experienced, all the beauty in the world, and all the truth and goodness in human nature.

Because a person who lives in hell and has never seen heaven cannot imagine the world outside.

Someone who speculates about others with the deepest malice.

It's really vicious and pitiful. 】

"Hey! I'm asking you a question! Are you a drug dealer?"

The man kicked the square wooden box under his feet, as if testing the weight of the box.

"You can't sell things here, go somewhere else."

The man lowered his head and looked at the square wooden box. Behind him, a person wearing the same clothes as him called on everyone to disperse and not gather here.

"I'm not selling medicine..." The man who had just spoken passionately scratched his head, obviously feeling guilty.

"Then what's in this box? Recently a lot of people come here to sell quack medicine. Let's check it out." The visitor put his hand on the buckle of the square wooden box, or the small wooden lock.

"I'm really not selling medicine... I just spoke out of my feelings." He squatted down and opened the wooden lock with a click.

"Look, this is a special suitcase...it's full of my clothes..."

He casually flipped through the things inside and found that there were indeed only some clothes, including long-sleeved ancient-style ones, which looked very much like opera costumes. Of course, to be more precise, they were a few long-sleeved Hanfu costumes with delicate patterns.

"What's your name? Where are you from? What do you do?" The man flipped through the clothes, then fearing that something was hidden, he felt the bottom of the box and even the edges.

"I'm from Ningbo... I came here to study..." He stood aside a little embarrassedly, watching him examine the square wooden box.

"Ningbo?" The man stood up: "My ancestral home is also Ningbo... So we are fellow villagers... Next time, don't gather together to preach... I don't care what you say, but if you say something wrong, I will not show mercy even if you are from the same hometown..."

The man patted his shoulder. Because he was taller than him, he lowered his head and nodded to him: "You look like a normal young man... Don't mess around on the street. It's worth taking a photo in the square. Why do you have to do this? School is about to start today, and you look like a student. Young man, don't mess around. We are very busy..."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm sorry for causing you trouble..." He felt even more embarrassed now. He could only lower his head and apologize continuously until the visitor left with his team.

"Huh... a little... excited..." He breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged his shoulders. A hand was placed on his shoulder again, and he was startled, looking at the person behind him along the hand.

"Uncle police...is there anything else?"

"It's okay... I just forgot to remind you to be careful. It's risky for a boy to carry such a big wooden box when he goes out..."

"Okay...thank you for the reminder, police officer." He watched the visitor leave again.

"Huh... you scared me..." He patted his chest, shook his head, and squatted down with some pride.

"Wow...this is so scary...I thought I would be caught..." He picked up the wooden lock, looked at it carefully, and then locked the square wooden box.

He picked up the black hemp rope shoulder straps of the square wooden box, carefully turned sideways, put his left hand and then his right hand in turn, and put the box on his back.

“Really... I don’t know what’s going on with Zheng... Ah... I haven’t finished the second half yet... That’s the essence... The first part... is all negative energy... How can that be... I’m the little prince of positive energy..." He muttered to himself, and a very small creature crawled onto his neck.

It's strange to say... It was a transparent, round blue fish. Cold sweat was on its head. It lay on his shoulder as if taking a rest, with its white belly turned up in the sun.

"I was scared to death! Ziming... I thought you were going to be discovered... If someone found out... and the matter became a big deal... your aunt would catch you and scold you again!" The little fish seemed to be blaming the young man carrying the square wooden box. It angrily patted the shoulder of the young man named Ziming with its tail.

"Oh... Xiao Lan... don't be so exaggerated... I'm really just expressing my feelings... Aren't some people just like this? The epitome of selfishness! A hero among scum!" Ziming became passionate, with a tone and even intonation.

"I don't care what happens to others! You'd better behave yourself! Don't make any more mistakes!" Xiao Lan rolled on Ziming's shoulder.

"Okay, okay! Xiaolan, I got it..." He grabbed the square wooden box with force and fixed it on his back. A tiny red light flashed on his back. It was a very small line. He let go of his hand and the box was also fixed on his back.

"Speaking of which... does what we are doing look like performance art? It's like they all think I'm selling quack medicine..." Ziming was walking on a street with quite a lot of people. Everyone was busy with their own things and no one really cared about another person's "crazy talk".

"Do you still remember the mission your aunt gave you? Just bring the murderer to justice... Don't change the entire process of this time and space at will! Everything!" Xiao Lan slapped his shoulder with her tail again, as if to remind this young man, because this young man was always too disobedient...

"Xiao Lan... I don't really understand what my aunt said..." Ziming touched his head, looking very confused: "I want to bring the murderer to justice as soon as possible, that is to protect my mother... If this is the case... then it must have changed the course of this era... How could it not change..."

"Oh... What I mean is, you just need to bring the murderer to justice before your mother in Shanghai, and then you don't have to worry about other things... Go back early... That's what I mean!" Xiao Lan shook her head, her body swaying a little with deliberate emphasis.

"Okay... but... we don't have any clues at the moment... we can only go to the crime scene to take a look..." Ziming touched his pocket.

"Hmm... I think so..." Xiao Lan swam along his neck, then to the long hair beside his ears, and then quickly swam to the top of his head.

"Then let's not go... I want to go eat something... or drink a cup of soy milk..." Ziming took out a very new banknote from his trouser pocket and flicked it with his middle finger, and the banknote made a rustling sound.

"I knew it..." Xiao Lan seemed to know what he would do and rolled his eyes helplessly: "You are really unreliable... Your father is much more honest than you..."

"Don't mention my dad... My dad can't even protect my mom who is so super cute, so super powerful, so super beautiful! And so super kind. If I really see him... I will definitely beat him up... You watch... Ning Yufeng... Pa Pa Pa..." Ziming made fists in the air and punched out one by one. The surrounding wind was affected and many people were blown by the wind for unknown reasons. Some of them looked around in confusion.

This is... a subway... where does such a strong draft come from? "Oh! You are such a filial son!" Xiao Lan rolled over in his clean and fresh hair, and patted Ming's head with her fish tail in anger.

"Humph, anyway, my mom is so kind and lovely... it's not okay if he doesn't protect her! Even if he is my dad! It's not okay!" Ziming seemed to be angry on his own and entered the subway door.

"Son of piety, son of piety, come on... hurry up... if we miss the deadline... we might fail... your aunt will definitely be angry..."

"I will definitely do a good job on this matter... You don't have to worry about my aunt-in-law... She will definitely praise me..." Ziming finally found a seat in the subway with a big box on his back, and sat down while talking to himself.

He forgot to put the wooden box down, so it was still a little weird... After he realized it, a female classmate in school uniform sitting next to him reminded him to make some room, so Ziming moved away and put the square wooden box on his legs.

Ziming was a little surprised to see that female classmate was reading a book while taking the subway.

The subway is pretty noisy...

This is too much effort...

"Look at others... they are much more hardworking than you... You are always distracted when practicing your skills... I really can't favor you anymore!" Xiao Lan seemed to have said nothing nice along the way, and kept criticizing Ziming in a subtle way.

"What grade are you in?" Ziming glanced at the girl who was dressed fairly neatly. It was rare to see someone putting on makeup in such a busy schedule...

"It's the second year of high school..." The girl in the second year of high school turned a page of the booklet, pushed her glasses and pursed her lips.

"Oh... That's great... I'm also a sophomore..." Ziming said this, leaning over to take a look at the booklet. Although he was a sophomore, the booklet clearly contained all the Chinese texts to be memorized in high school.

"Aren't you wearing school uniform? Which middle school are you from?" The girl didn't even look at Ziming. She just looked at the booklet and pushed her glasses up from time to time.

"Oh... I forgot..." Ziming took a look at his clothes. The clean white shirt made his skin look even more rosy and tender.

"Then you're done... Won't your class teacher give you double the marks on your test paper?" The girl glanced at him.

"Super double...what is that?" Ziming was a little confused. He pulled at his shirt. He had a strong scent of vanilla, which made the girls stare at him with interest.

"Fighting Landlords... You don't look like a nerd..." The girl continued to read the booklet: "Even I understand... When you are particularly tired, it is better to relax appropriately. You have become stupid..."

"Well... I have certainly never played Landlord..." Ziming raised his head and looked at Xiaolan who had stuck her head out, and they exchanged glances.

"I've played it... but I don't understand it... intrigue... it's not suitable for me..." Xiao Lan seemed to recall some bad memories, shrank her head, and retreated from his forehead.

"Are you from No. 1 Middle School?" Ziming looked at the icon on the left side of her clothes.

There is a very obvious Chinese character there.

"Um...you too?" The girl just stared at the booklet, very seriously, answering Ziming's questions as if they were additional items.

"Yes...Me too..."

"Which class are you in?"

"It's over... Ning Ziming, you big idiot... don't talk anymore... the more you talk, the harder it is to smooth things over... it's really outrageous..." Xiao Lan laughed a little, as if she was gloating.

"My class..."

"Oh? Class 1? I'm from Class 1...why haven't I seen you before?"

“Ah? Hahahaha… How embarrassing…” Ziming laughed awkwardly, and then really turned into a happy smile: “Just kidding… I’m from Class 2…”

"Class 2 is right next to us...I haven't seen you there either..." The girl was a little reluctant.

"Ah, so red and prosperous, so dazed... I'm dying of laughter, Ning Ziming... big idiot! Hahahaha!" Little Blue rolled around in Ziming's hair, tossing over and over, its little belly turning blue and white.

"I just said the wrong thing... I'm from No. 2 Middle School... Class 1 of No. 2 Middle School... As someone with a busy schedule, I felt a little confused today... It's normal..." Ziming was not at all embarrassed, but instead found it interesting.

"Oh, I see." The girl pushed her glasses up and glanced at Ziming. The meaningful look made her booklet tilt.

"By the way... since you are from Class 1, Middle School... do you know Ning Yufeng?" Ziming tugged at his clothes again.

"What's wrong?" The girl was surprised and looked at Ziming, motioning him to continue.

"Nothing... I just know him..."

"Ning Yufeng went to the United States to recuperate... I don't know if he will come back this semester..." The girl revealed a trace of sadness: "Fighting... I have never seen such a boy, who can fight until his head is broken and bloody..."

"fight……"

"Even though it was a fight, it was essentially an act of bravery... But it was still a fight... Fortunately, I saved my life..." She continued to look at the booklet, and only the upper half of her face could be seen, and this half of her face was expressionless.

"That's really... exciting!" Ziming clenched his fists and punched twice, obviously excited.

"I think so too... it's too reckless..." The girl looked at the landmark station and stood up.

"A filial son, a filial son." Xiao Lan clapped her tails together to make a clapping sound, but her eyes were indeed dull. It was... a look of contempt mixed with boredom, boredom mixed with familiarity... a paralyzed expression

"We've arrived... Bye..." The girl brushed the dust off her pants. Her blue and white school uniform was almost brand new.

"What's your name?" Ziming held his square wooden box.

"Xu Wenwen... the following text." The girl was still polite, but she left without looking back.

"What a filial son...we are going to No. 2 Middle School..." Xiao Lan rolled her eyes again.

"Yeah... let's go there to wait for someone..." Ziming shrugged his shoulders: "By the way... forget it... it's nothing..."

“What do you want to ask?” Little Blue swam to his forehead and looked at the young man in deep thought.

"It's nothing, it's nothing... The woman that my stinky dad couldn't protect! I will protect her!" Ziming placed his right hand on his face, with his index and middle fingers spread out to reveal his eyes.

"Is there anyone sitting here?"

"No...no...please sit down..."

(End of this chapter)