After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Ni Yangzhou did not answer immediately. He estimated the relationship between the original owner and his family and remained silent.

"Zhou Zhou, Mom knows you don't want to listen to me, but please don't hang up yet, okay? Don't hang up yet, listen to what Mom has to say."

The voice on the other end was obviously anxious.

Ni Yangzhou lowered his voice and uttered a "hmm" from his throat.

"Zhou Zhou, you should spend money. Mom has been sending you money. The password is your birthday. Don't..."

The other party was silent for a moment, but finally spoke out.

"Don't accept anything from that bastard of your father. He's not a human being, not a toy. Don't take anything he gives you. He's been sick for a long time!"

There were some curses mixed in at the end, and Ni Yangzhou listened quietly without saying a word.

"He's a bastard. I didn't tell you before when you contacted me that you would never see him again after you transferred to another school. Your cell phone number is also new. Don't let him contact you again, okay?"

Ni Yangzhou hesitated and asked, "My dad..."

"Don't call him dad, he's not worthy of being your dad! I, I'm not worthy of being your mom either. It's my fault, but I really can't help it. I can't afford to support you," the person on the other end sobbed, "If you follow me, you'll only suffer and starve..."

Ni Yangzhou couldn't bear to hear this person who was the same age as his own mother crying, and couldn't help but say, "Stop crying."

"Okay, okay, okay Zhouzhou, mommy won't cry." It seemed like just a few words comforted the original owner's mother greatly. "Zhouzhou, remember to withdraw money. Don't treat yourself badly. I looked at the bank records and you haven't withdrawn money recently."

"Remember to get the money, that..." There was a sound of a door opening on the other end of the phone.

"Well, your uncle is back, I..."

Ni Yangzhou replied: "I'm going to hang up first. I'm going to eat."

The person on the other end said hesitantly, "Okay, eat something good, eat something good, mom will call you next time."

Ni Yangzhou pressed the end button and slowly returned home.

There may be hidden reasons behind the original owner's parents' divorce. From this phone call, it can be inferred that the father must have done something that affected the family relationship, causing the mother to curse and hate the original owner's father, and eventually divorce. Moreover, the divorce could not be amicable because some things forced the original owner to transfer schools and stay away from where his father was.

Later, the original owner's mother found it difficult to raise the child alone, so she chose to remarry. It was estimated that there were some conditions for remarriage, so such a big burden was left behind in the country, and I had to go to school and live alone in an unfamiliar city.

The original owner's irritable and irritable personality may have a lot to do with this family environment. The thorn of the unhappy marriage of the parents not only hurt each other, but also hurt the young original owner. Some people will become more autistic and unwilling to communicate, while others may vent the resentment they have received and use a tough shell to protect themselves, protecting themselves who are "unloved by their father and mother."

Ni Yangzhou returned home and took out the lovely notebook he used to keep accounts last time. He organized today's clues and the situations he had analyzed before, and copied them down neatly.

The boy looked at the notebook and fell into deep thought.

On the other side, on the commercial street in the center of the town, a tall boy was handing out flyers with an expressionless face.

The boy has deep eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and fair skin. He is wearing simple casual clothes without any decorations, but they look like a famous brand on him.

The stack of flyers in hand were quickly distributed.

Of course, most people didn’t read the flyers carefully after receiving them, they just wanted to appreciate the beauty up close.

It was not a fashionable street with an average of e people per capita like in later generations. People just looked at it and left. Some people followed the promotional advertisement and went into the clothing store behind the boy. The owner greeted people with a smile and the business was very good.

This boy was Meng Ting, who was working part-time.

After seeing off a group of customers who had returned with bags full of goods, the shop owner came over to greet Meng Ting in a good mood, "Come on, come on, take a break."

Handing the boy a bottle of water, the shop owner asked, "Are you really not considering being a model? Although it takes longer, the salary is much higher."

"No."

The boy took the water, drank it in one gulp, and threw the plastic bottle into the trash can.

"One day of shooting is equivalent to a week of handing out flyers!"

Meng Ting looked at the shop owner and said, "No."

"Okay, I can't figure it out. I'll pay you."

Meng Ting took the money and went home alone. It was a long way from the commercial street to his home. When he got home, the moon was already high in the sky and it was completely dark.

The sound of a child being beaten came from the neighbor's house again, with adults shouting and children screaming, scaring the birds in the trees away.

A naked little boy rushed out, shouting and bumped into Meng Ting's legs.

Meng Ting reached out to hold the child, and when he looked up, the child's father also chased out.

The little boy sniffed his nose and cried, "Brother Meng Ting, my dad beat me, and he said..."

"Hey, hey, Xiao Meng, you just came back."

The man was still holding a feather duster in his hand. When he saw the child in Meng Ting's arms, he greeted him anxiously.

As he spoke, he tried to take the child, cursing, "You damned bastard, you've been running around all day, I'll beat you to death!"

Meng Ting pried open the boy's tightly clasped hands, glanced at the child's face, pushed the child towards the male owner, and said, "Just got back.

Children should not be punished physically all the time, as it has a negative impact on their physical and mental health.”

"Oh, okay, okay, this is what I do, uh, just to scare him." The man took the child and turned his hand, which was originally going to twist the child's ears, to push the boy's back.

"Hurry, go back, go back, your mother shouldn't wait any longer."

"Okay, goodbye Uncle Wang."

"Well, bye, bye."

The man finished his words in a friendly tone as if he were talking to a junior, but his feet did not stop as he hurriedly pulled the child into the yard, pulling the gate shut.

At the same time, the man was cursed in a low voice from behind the door, "I told you to chase the cat! I told you to chase the cat! I told you many times not to enter that yard, be careful..."

Meng Ting didn't listen any further and opened the door with a brass key. The whole yard was pitch dark, and not a single house was lit.

The boy turned on the light bulb in the cross room and turned around to see two green lights in the yard, like dim will-o'-the-wisp lights in the dark night.

It's the orange cat.

He was fat and plump, squatting on a tree branch at the gate of the yard, looking straight at Meng Ting.

Meng Ting stared at the orange cat for a while without moving.

The cat also stopped for a while, then suddenly yawned, as if it was just in a daze for a moment, stretched itself, jumped under the tree, and disappeared in an instant.

Meng Ting rubbed his eyebrows and opened the door to the east room. Kou Yilian was sleeping soundly. There was a smell of burnt incense and candles in the room, mixed with a hint of the unique smell of an elderly person.

Meng Ting locked the door and returned to his bedroom, the west room.

It is called a bedroom, but in fact there is only a bed and a tattered table, which were placed there when Meng Ting's father was still alive.

On the right side of the table was a large dowry box, made of brown solid wood with some paint peeling off. The brass buckle was blackened but not rusted, and there was no padlock on the buckle.

The chair is quite new. Meng Ting made it himself by chopping down a tree from the back mountain during his summer vacation. It looks a little bulky, but it is sturdy enough.

Meng Ting recalled the energetic figure during the day, and silently took out a red cloth package from the dowry box. When he opened it, he found a piece of light green jade inside. It didn't have much water and looked a bit like a fake plastic product sold on the street stall.

The slender fingers rubbed it for a while, and the surface seemed to become a little more transparent.

Meng Ting pondered for a long time while holding the jade, and finally took action.

He found a thin red rope, passed it through the small hole on the jade, and tied the jade around his neck facing the window glass.

The moment he put it on, Meng Ting suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and some broken images were forcefully stuffed into his brain. The boy's sitting figure trembled in the swaying moonlight, as if he was enduring great pain.

Just after recovering, Meng Ting opened his eyes again, his lips moved a little, but he still didn't utter the name.

Some things have endured wind and rain, and disappeared over the years, but now on this night, they see the light of day again.

Although it is not complete.

At this moment, a cough suddenly came from the east room.

Meng Ting wiped the sweat off his face, quickly took the key and went out to pour some water for Kou Yilian. The old man was not conscious yet and just kept coughing.

It was like an old bellows, coughing and wheezing, and the wheezing sound in the chest was the echo of the air blockage.

Meng Ting pushed Kou Yilian's back with his hand, and the old man finally recovered a little bit.

Kou Yilian looked at the young man beside her in the moonlight, and vaguely saw the jade pendant flashing across the young man's chest.

"Turn on the light, Xiaoting."

This time he didn't admit his mistake.

Meng Ting turned on the light, and Kou Yilian stared at the jade pendant without blinking.

After a while, it seemed like a century had passed.

Kou Yilian asked softly, "Did you see him?"

Meng Ting nodded.

"Have you decided?"

Meng Ting said "hmm".

“You can actually hide.”

The boy didn't answer immediately and poured another glass of water for the person on the bed.

"Can't hide."

Kou Yilian took the water, drank it with trembling hands, and coughed twice.

Suddenly his hands stopped moving and his expression became confused again.

It seemed as if that period of lucidity was just an illusion created by Meng Ting, and it was very short.

Kou Yilian said, "Xiaoting, where is your father?

It snowed heavily last night, so we can’t go pick dates. The mountains behind are very dangerous, so we should just stay at home.”

Meng Ting answered again, with a familiar tone.

"Dad is out on business, and he told you to eat well and sleep well. He will be back tomorrow and will bring mom a new hair tie as a gift."

"Oh, okay, sleep well." The old man lay down slowly and stopped coughing.

Meng Ting tucked the quilt for Kou Yilian and turned back to his room.

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At exactly eight o'clock, a familiar mechanical sound rang out, waking up Ni Yangzhou who was half asleep at the table.

[Beep - Hello host, I am reporting today's mission progress to you. ]

[Task progress—45.1%.]

[Please continue to work hard, complete the main mission, and get to the end of the story. ]

"Depend on."

Ni Yangzhou rubbed his sore and stiff neck worriedly, "The progress is still a decimal point."

He accidentally fell asleep while lying on his stomach, and his limbs were as stiff as newly installed prosthetic limbs. Ni Yangzhou recalled the day's schedule and ruled out the influence of his basketball classmates and the original owner's parents on the main storyline.

No, it can't be ruled out so early. Maybe a face-to-face meeting is needed to advance the plot. It's just that the phone call didn't provide enough clues.

Ni Yangzhou stretched his limbs, put the notebook containing clues under the mattress, took the key and went downstairs to buy some food to fill his stomach.

The little meal I had in the afternoon had long been digested.

There were no 24-hour convenience stores, so Ni Yangzhou rushed into the store before it closed and bought a few packets of instant noodles. After thinking for a while, he picked up a box of milk and a large loaf of bread.

When he got back to his home, Ni Yangzhou put his things down, took out the key to open the door, but he didn't have time to turn it.

The security door slowly opened by itself from the inside.