Starting from the folklore forum, making up town objects

Chapter 10 The spread of folklore is a survivor bias

Finished lunch at noon.

Shang Weidong reluctantly left his child who was laughing and playing with his wife in the crib and drove to his hometown.

Since Fan Xiaosi is so capable, why not show Fan Xiaosi the placenta sac that "Tiancan Dique" asked him to make.

If it is useful, I will give it to my children in the future. If it is not useful, I can also reply "天残地缺" in the forum.

After all, he is the one who helped. Regardless of whether he helped or not, he still needs to be polite.

When I got home, I dug out the jar containing the placenta from a sunny place in the yard.

Looking at the gray jar that had nothing magical about it, Shang Weidong compared it with Fan Xiaosi's miraculous state last night, and his expectations for the placenta sac were reduced a bit.

"That dirty thing shouldn't be due to the previous method of hiding clothes."

Shang Weidong thought so.

Returning to the room, Shang Weidong took out an empty sachet that he had prepared long ago, poured out the contents of the jar, and took out the placenta, which was normal except for being shriveled.

After folding, stuff the placenta into the brocade bag and pack it.

Looking at the exquisite brocade bag in his hand, Shang Weidong hesitated again.

"Even if it's useless, as long as Fourth Uncle says there are no other problems, then it's okay to give it to the kid, right?"

When I got home again, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

As soon as Shang Weidong entered the room, he saw Fan Xiaosi sitting in the living room drinking tea.

"Fourth uncle."

Shang Weidong walked to the tea machine, picked up the freshly boiled hot water and added tea to Fan Xiaosi, then took out the treasure bag.

"Uncle, this is something I made using a method I learned from a friend. I originally wanted to try to see if it could solve the child's problem. Now that you have solved the problem, I want to ask if this thing is really useful."

After Shang Weidong finished speaking, he was ready to explain the situation of the method of hiding clothes.

As soon as he started, Fan Xiaosi waved his hand and said with a smile: "The method of hiding clothes, right? I know this method, it is somewhat useful."

Shang Weidong's eyes lit up, but Fan Xiaosi's words afterwards made him smile bitterly.

"At least it has some psychological effect. I have also seen the books in your study. In fact, the folklore-related things you read are not very related to the things I need to use in this industry."

"Those folk customs were mostly derived from the ancient times by the people for the sake of peace of mind, and they have no practical use."

"The real thing can't be seen on the surface."

Seeing Shang Weidong's disappointed look, Fan Xiaosi did not stop attacking.

“You know about survivor bias, right?”

Shang Weidong nodded.

“The spread of folklore is also a form of survivor bias.”

"People who haven't really encountered anything think their methods work, so they spread the word."

“People who have encountered the real thing know that the method is useless, but they can no longer tell it to others.”

"Even if there is a real survivor who can tell the truth, how many people do you think will believe it if it's just one-sided?"

Fan Xiaosi's words left Shang Weidong stunned.

According to Fan Xiaosi, if he had survived without Fan Xiaosi's help this time, he would have realized that the method of hiding clothes was useless.

But what is the price of knowing this fact?
It's his child's life!

He didn't want to accept this price.

Looking at the treasure bag in his hand, Shang Weidong threw it into the trash can.

……

early morning.

Fan Xiaosi was sitting next to the crib, and Shang Weidong was sitting at the door.

Logically speaking, after witnessing Fan Xiaosi's abilities last night, Shang Weidong didn't need to enter the room again today.

But having seen Fan Xiaosi's methods, how could Shang Weidong, a folk lover, miss such an opportunity?

This is how the situation tonight came about.

Shang Weidong picked up his phone and checked the time.

01:08
It was already an hour past midnight, so the filthy thing that had been pestering his child would probably not come again.

Shang Weidong felt somewhat relieved but also somewhat disappointed.

If the dirty stuff doesn’t come, it means he won’t be able to see Fan Xiaosi’s transformation.

Thinking of Fan Xiaosi's appearance last night, Shang Weidong became curious after being frightened.

"That looks a bit like... a cat?"

Shang Weidong guessed.

Just then, he felt cold all over.

I looked up at the window and it was not open.

So, where does this chill come from?

Shang Weidong thought he was frightened because he thought of how Fan Xiaosi looked last night. Helplessly, he leaned his back against the door.

hiss!
Sitting up straight, Shang Weidong looked at the door behind him and reached out to touch it. It was not an illusion.

"Why is it so cold?"

Shang Weidong's voice rang out in the room, and Fan Xiaosi, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his eyes.

"what happened?"

"Uh, it's okay. The air conditioner in the living room is a little high. I'll go adjust it."

Shang Weidong said as he moved the stool away and turned the cold handle of the door.

As the door opened, a cold breath blew towards me.

Shang Weidong shuddered, frowned and was about to speak when he saw his father walking towards him.

"Dad, turn up the air conditioner. Be careful not to catch a cold."

After Shang Weidong finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Staring at his father with a stern face in front of him, Shang Weidong shuddered.

"dad?"

As soon as he said this, he saw his father smile.

But it was a laugh, not the laugh that an adult should make.

"Hee hee hee……"

This smile made Shang Weidong take a step back.

Snapped!
Shang Weidong's arm was grabbed by his father and he stopped retreating.

A cold breath came, and half of Shang Weidong's body became numb.

"Hehe... Daddy... Hug me~"

Looking at his father who called him dad, Shang Weidong's face turned pale.

Seeing his father opening his arms and hugging him, Shang Weidong thought to himself that it was all over.

Swish!
A hand with sharp nails passed by Shang Weidong and pressed on the face of Shang Weidong's father.

"It's careless."

Fan Xiaosi's voice was heard, and then another hand reached out and grabbed the other hand of Shang Weidong's father.

Shang Weidong was rescued, took two steps back and fell to the ground.

After taking a look at Fan Xiaosi, who had changed his appearance, Shang Weidong turned his attention to his father.

"Dad! Fourth uncle, what happened to my dad?"

"Being possessed is a bit difficult to deal with."

Fan Xiaosi didn't expect that he would be tricked by the ghost this time.

Originally he stayed beside the child to prevent the ghost from possessing the child. His method was advantageous in killing ghosts, but not so sharp in dealing with possessed ghosts.

After thinking about it, Fan Xiaosi raised his hand and slapped Shang Weidong's father on the forehead.

The negative energy was overflowing, and a shadow appeared behind Shang Weidong's father's body, but then shrank back.

This happened three times in a row, and the closest time to success was only half successful.

Sighing, Fan Xiaosi said to Shang Weidong, "Take a rope and tie up your father."

For a ghost that has not yet reached the level of a powerful evil spirit, possession is not a good choice.

Before sunrise, the possessed ghost must come out of the person. If it does not, it will die in the sunlight. If it comes out, it will die at the hands of Fan Xiaosi.

So just control Shang Weidong's father and wait.

In this way, the worst that could happen in the end would be that Shang Weidong's father would become seriously ill.

Shang Weidong came to his senses and quickly stood up, walked around his father's body and ran towards the coffee table in the living room.

After searching for a long time in the drawer under the coffee table, Shang Weidong still couldn't find the rope.

"Wife, do you know where our rope is?"

Shang Weidong asked the person who walked up to him.

His answer was a laugh.

"Hee hee~"

His face, which had just regained some of its rosy color, turned pale again.

Shang Weidong looked up and saw a strange smile on his wife's face.

"Hehe... Daddy... Hug me!"

Hearing his wife's strange voice, Shang Weidong stepped back with trembling body. Then, he bumped into the arms of another person and was hugged tightly.

"Hee hee~"

Listening to his mother's laughter behind him, feeling his body gradually becoming numb, and looking at his daughter-in-law walking towards him.

Shang Weidong shouted:
"Fourth Uncle, save me!"

……

(End of this chapter)