Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

Bai Xiong's right eye has been jumping around lately.

This happened about four or five days ago.

Especially after the dream of Oriental Villa broke out that someone was slashed forty-six times and killed.

The person who was tortured and killed, Bai Xiong, knew, to be precise, Bai Xiong's father.

At that time, Bai Xiong was still young, only four or five years old, and his heart was always uncomfortable.

It felt like someone had a power supply installed in the heart, and whenever the power was turned on, Bai Xiong would feel bursts of radial pain.

Moreover, as Bai Xiong grew older, this pain became more and more intense, and later even began to make him feel difficult to breathe.

One day, my father took Bai Xiong to go for a physical examination first, and then went to Mingyue City and met a person.

Until now, Bai Xiong still remembered the appearance of the man, it was a very honest-looking uncle, wearing a flower shirt with only two buttons, and an open collar could see a Buddhist tablet around his neck.

The uncle looked at Bai Xiong and grinned, "Child, heart discomfort?

Bai Xiong nodded.

The uncle squatted in front of Bai Xiong, squeezed his little hand and said, "Then Uncle Hui found you a good one?"

At that time, Bai Xiong did not understand the meaning of the uncle's mouth, and next to him, his father urged on the side: "Thank you Uncle Zhang Hui!"

Bai Xiong said very obediently: "Thank you Uncle Zhang Hui!"

The uncle gently patted Bai Xiong's little face, and said with a smile: "Well, little things, leave it to uncle!" After

that, about half a year later, one day, that Uncle Zhang Hui, who Bai Xiong had only seen once in Mingyue City, led two people to the door with a moving sack.

Bai Xiong remembers very well that day, when that Uncle Zhang Hui entered the door, he smiled to himself and said, "Congratulations on your child!"

He then handed a document to his father and said briefly: "Exact match!"

Hearing this, his father quickly handed over a suitcase that had been prepared and full of money to Uncle Zhang Hui.

That was also the first time Bai Xiong realized that his father, who did not have a high salary, was so rich.

Later, Bai Xiong understood that although his father's salary was not high, he could help many people do things that ordinary people could not do, so he was rich and respected.

After that, in front of himself, Uncle Zhang Hui untied the sack, and from it he took out a little boy about his age like a dog.

The little boy's name is Summer.

In the next two or three years, Summer grew up with Bai Xiong, and the two became very good friends.

The most common game played by two children is to lie on each other's hearts to listen to each other's heartbeat.

Summer always smiled and said to Bai Xiong, "I want to hear your heartbeat." "

Happy times are always short, everything, ends when Bai Xiong is eight years old.

That summer, my father led them on a trip to southern Thailand.

At a top private medical institution, Bai Xiong and Summer lay on two beds.

A group of uncles and aunts in white coats who looked very kind surrounded them, including Bai Xiong's father.

"Mr. Bai, we have already checked that your child and the sample heart you brought are fully adapted and ready to start the operation at any time."

Bai Xiong and Summer turned to look, and neither child found the so-called "shape".

At this time, Bai Xiong's father walked to the summer hospital bedside, with a little sad expression on his face, and asked: "Child, Bai Xiong is your good friend, right?"

Summer nodded with wide eyes.

"He's sick now, would you like to help keep him alive?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Summer nodded quickly.

Bai Xiong's father smiled and backed away, turning his head and nodding to the doctor in the white coat on the side.

The doctor stepped forward, looked at Summer and asked, "Do you know what you're going to face next?"

Summer slowly shook his head.

The doctor pointed a ballpoint pen at Xia's heart, and then pointed to Bai Xiong next to him, saying, "You will give him your heart, he will live, and you... Die.

Summer was scared, and he hesitated, "Why, why me?" The

doctor smiled and said, "Who can say such a thing as fate?"

Summer hesitated for a while, he glanced at his good friend, he thought that Bai Xiong would speak for himself, but the look in his eyes from the hospital bed next to him always kept glancing at the position of his heart.

Suddenly, Summer panicked.

He understood that the carefree, happy times of the past few years were all just for today.

Once, Summer thought that he was nothing more than leaving his native parents and changing to a parent who was richer and better for himself, but now he found that he was wrong!

"I, I want a mother!"

"I want Daddy!"

"I don't want to give my heart to others! I don't want it!

Summer jumped out of his hospital bed crying loudly, however, he was just an eight-year-old.

The doctor grabbed him with one hand, and when he was flustered, the doctor pointed to the door of the ward and said, "Run, child, run out of that door and no one wants your heart!"

So, Summer turned around and ran out of the door, and while he ran, his little mind was still thinking, what to do after he ran out?

How to eat?

How do I get home?

How do I get in touch with my parents?

However, the moment he ran to the door, a nurse reached out and hugged him back.

He was horrified to find that the adults were looking at him with laughter.

Summer did not give up, he ran to the door again, only to be carried back by the nurse.

He kept running, and the result was the same.

Run again, keep running, still run....

Gradually, knowing that his small body was finally too tired to move

, he understood that no matter how hard he tried, as long as these adults waved their hands, he would lose his achievements.

At this time, a scalpel was thrown in front of Summer, and it was the same doctor who drew a circle on Summer's chest and said, "Child, do you want to change your destiny?" Look, this is your heart.

"If I were you, I'd rather die than give my heart to someone else."

Summer picked up the scalpel, he wanted to point the tip at the adults who looked at him laughing, but he didn't have the strength.

He knew that even if he had strength, he could not hurt these adults.

So, Summer turned the tip of the knife to the circle that the doctor had drawn in his heart, but at this time, he hesitated again.

He was so young, he wanted to live!

As a result, a pair of big hands pressed on his immature little hands, and the sharp scalpel effortlessly pierced into his small body.

At the last moment of his life, Summer heard the following conversation ringing around him: "Okay, Mr. Bai, the child is cut off by itself, and as an adoptive father, you have the right to decide what to do with the child's remains."

"Everything is compliant, we can give you all the proof, and you will not have any mistakes when you return to your home."

"If the police investigate, you just let them contact us, we are a regular medical institution."

"Don't worry, that knife is on the right side, and it can't hurt the heart."

"OK, let's start the operation when the body recovers a little..." Summer's

little head died before he realized that from the moment he was trafficked, his destiny was to give his heart to others.

And the supposedly well-intentioned doctor told him that the so-called fate-changing way he believed was nothing more than a fluttering lie among the big people.

......

"Brother Xiong? Brother Xiong!

"You see that boy on the side of the road is quite handsome!"

Listening to the woman's voice in his ear, Bai Xiong opened his eyes sharply, and he found that he actually lost his mind while driving.

Looking at the road ahead, Bai Xiong glanced at the side of the road and found that there was indeed a boy dressed in white standing at the entrance of the police force, who looked quite handsome.

Bai Xiong immediately said with disdain: "Hmph, what's the use of handsome?!"

"Isn't that a matter of standing on the side of the road in the rain?"

"Especially on rainy days, I still wear a white dress, dress*!"

Saying that, Bai Xiong kicked the accelerator down, buzz!

The BMW car splashed with mud and passed by Yang Ning.

Bai Xiong looked at the boy in white through the rearview mirror with a smug expression, "Let you pretend*?!" What a deserving!

Suddenly, Bai Xiong's face suddenly changed, he slammed on the brakes, oh -

the road was slippery on a rainy day, and the BMW hit the guardrail on the side of the road on the spot!

The woman in the passenger seat was scared stupid on the spot, and Bai Xiong in the driver's seat was also white-faced!

He stared at the rearview mirror of the BMW, and he saw that the boy in white standing on the side of the road was holding a pale little boy in his hand, the appearance of a little boy... Kind of like summer.

Even after so many years, Bai Xiong still remembers what summer looks like.

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