It was not until late at night that the mother and daughter returned home from the police station.

Sang Que was scolded by the police officer Ai Jingai who received her last time. Just because she was stimulated by Qin Lu's death, she quarreled with her mother and ran away from home for three days without saying a word. As a result, there was no one at home to take care of her mother, and Qin Kairong took advantage of the opportunity to break in.

There are also various safety education sessions, writing letters of guarantee, and apologies...

In short, although some things cannot be explained, such as why Qin Kairong suddenly went crazy, these have to be investigated by Ai Jing and others, and have nothing to do with Sang Que and her daughter.

After Qin Kairong ran away and caused a commotion, all attention is now on him, and all kinds of news are flooding the social media.

For the time being, no one is investigating how Sang Que avoided surveillance and ran away from home.

The house was in a mess. Some policemen had come before to investigate the traces left by Qin Kairong.

"I will never leave casually again."

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My mother has always been reluctant to walk with prosthetic limbs because my aunt once told her before the accident that she would make a prosthetic limb for her herself.

That year, my mother and aunt found her in an alley next to a garbage station in the capital, with the talisman money around her neck.

"I think so. Maybe it won't be long before my aunt comes back." Sang Que sincerely hoped that her aunt would come back.

"This is also what I have to deal with next. First, I have to try to obtain the incense and power from us to strengthen my heart lamp. Secondly, I have to..."

Maybe this is also the reason why my mother is more likely to believe in the existence of time travel than other people.

This is my mother's obsession, even to the point of being pathological, and she has even visited a psychologist for this.

Facing his mother's expectant eyes, Sang Que opened his mouth but didn't know how to answer.

My aunt took eight years to complete her bachelor's, master's and doctoral studies. She suffered a lot and finally graduated. She was admitted to a very prestigious research institute. However, she passed away unexpectedly before she could start working. This was a big blow to my mother.

Now the house is exceptionally clean, which makes people feel at ease.

"Xiao Que, since you can travel through time, is it possible that your aunt is not dead, but her soul traveled to another world?"

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"So I infer that these books and notes may contain the driving method recorded by Yan Daozi. Even if he used special secret codes, I must find it."

"I went to the property management to check the surveillance afterwards. There was no footage of you leaving the corridor or outside the garden. This means you disappeared from home very suddenly, otherwise you wouldn't have left your phone behind."

Sang Que asked carefully. After all, this matter was quite ridiculous for people who had not experienced it.

Afterwards, Sang Que confessed everything to Sang Wan, starting from Qin Lu's home, hiding almost nothing.

Sang Que patted the bag on the coffee table.

Sang Que wanted to clean up simply, but Sang Wan grabbed the corner of Sang Que's clothes.

Sang Wan drew out the peach wood sword, untied the bundle, took out the tortoise shells, copper coins, Bagua mirror and other miscellaneous things on it, took out a thread-bound book and opened it.

Sang Que knew that although her mother seemed to be fine, deep down she still could not accept the fact that her aunt was gone. She still fantasized that her aunt had traveled to another world and lived a good life just like what she wrote in her book.

Sang Que did not deny it. She told her mother the function of the heart lamp and said that she was safe for the time being.

"Mom, do you believe what I said?"

"Mom~"

What my mother finally received was only an unfinished relic.

Later, with the help of a psychologist, her mother focused her attention and hope in life on her career and her, and her condition gradually improved. She moved with her from the capital to this small northern city, settling down there, away from the past, and starting over.

Sang Wan continued, "I read the contents of the notes and opened the letters. They all talked about things in another world. In addition, your behavior of scattering sticky rice the night before you disappeared was also mentioned in the notes. You also said that night that you did encounter some problems, but you just didn't know how to tell me. You also asked me if there were any ghosts."

"All of this, according to the logic of my novel, the first thing I thought of was whether you traveled through time. Then, I thought that you might have encountered a ghost at Qin Lu's house. The next day, you went to find an expert to get this notebook. Your disappearance might also be related to encountering a ghost. In short, I thought of all kinds of bizarre possibilities..."

Sang Wan smiled bitterly and suddenly remembered something important. "Will the evil spirit you control cause harm to you? It's written in this notebook that people of this kind will not live more than half a year unless there is some secret method."

My mother locked herself in the room and wrote day and night. She spent half a year writing a time-travel novel. The protagonist's name in the novel was my aunt's, Sang Yu.

"The traditional Chinese characters and semi-vernacular are not difficult to understand, but the content is very messy. Bring the things to the study and mom will help you look through them and find them."

"Then I found this notebook, an unopened letter and an ancient purse on your desk. In the purse were scattered silver nuggets and copper coins. The copper coins were not cast using modern technology. They were inscribed with 'Xuan Yuan Tong Bao'. There was no independent dynasty in China named 'Xuan'."

"In every aspect," Sang Wan slowly explained to Sang Que, "You suddenly disappeared that morning. Your cell phone was at home, and your clothes and shoes were intact. Only your pajamas were missing."

"I believe you. You have no reason or need to lie to me. Plus, with all this evidence... I just can't accept it all at once. In fact, during the few days you were missing, I started to wonder if you had traveled through time. I thought my paranoia had relapsed."

"Is it because of Mingzhang's notes on my desk?" Sang Que asked.

"From these things I brought back, find a third method to control evil spirits. Yan Daozi told his apprentice Ming Zhang that in order to prevent unknown beings from causing trouble, important things should be recorded with cinnabar ink."

In order to deal with Qin Kairong in the afternoon, she released the evil fog, which was equivalent to "disinfecting" the house. The breath of the evil fog would make those wandering ghosts dare not approach.

Sang Wan calmed down and nodded slowly.

The night was long and both mother and daughter were unable to sleep. Sang Que made a pot of coffee and studied hard with her mother in the study, discussing research together.

After wolfing down the meal, both his soul and stomach were satisfied. Sang Que leaned back on the sofa, rubbing his belly with a Coke, and sighed that modern life was still more comfortable.

Sang Que's own phone behaved abnormally twice, and she didn't want to touch it at all. She used her mother's phone to order fried chicken, cola, spicy hot pot, barbecue, pizza, and clay pot rice, and also ordered a new phone for herself.

Late in the summer night, the hustle and bustle on the roadside gradually died down, the owners of the barbecue stalls began to pack up the tables, chairs and benches, and the whole city became quieter and quieter.

Her aunt is two years older than her mother. The childhood experiences of the two sisters are very similar to Qin Lu. They both come from single-parent families and have alcoholic and violent fathers. So when she sees Qin Lu, she always wants to do something to help her.

Sang Que was helpless. They were just talking about things nicely. Why did they mention her Chinese grades and writing? She was just not interested in those things and was too lazy to use her brain and spend time on them. In Heishan Village, she was still quite smart.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I made you worried these past two days." Sang Wan's nose was a little sore and she shook her head. "It's okay. I'm glad you're back. Nothing else matters."

"Let Sister Zhang clean up tomorrow. Now you should give me an explanation."

My mother gave up studying at a very young age and has been supporting my aunt's schooling. My aunt was very hardworking and was admitted to a key high school and then to the best university in the capital. She took my mother and escaped from the mountain village.

After finishing the last sip of Coke, Sang Que returned to his room, took out the bag he had brought back from under the bookcase, drew the curtains, and placed all his things on the coffee table in the living room.

"The notes are handwritten in traditional Chinese characters. With your barely passing Chinese language test and your poor handwriting, you can't write something like this."

In the Sang family's living room, after Sang Que finished speaking, both mother and daughter were silent for a long time.

My mother didn't tell me about these things, but she knew them all, or rather... remembered them! Because my mother was disabled and my aunt was busy with her studies, my aunt asked her to learn Sanda and martial arts to teach her how to protect herself and my mother.

Although Sang Wan was mentally prepared, he still couldn't control his inner shock after listening to Sang Que's narration.

"You have to eat first."

Sang Que has now cleared all ties with Guichou. If she wants to use Guichou's power to deal with the evil spirits in the real world, she will have to pay a certain price.

Until dawn, Sang Wan ran her fingers across the three notebooks spread out in front of her, then looked at the handwritten notes next to her, thought for a moment, and her eyes lit up.

Sang Wan took off his glasses and looked up at Sang Que, who was frowning and pulling his hair across the desk.

"Xiao Que, I think I roughly know what the third driving method you want is."

The method was not written directly, but Sang Wan, relying on the information integration and logical reasoning abilities she had developed from years of writing novels, found what Sang Que wanted from several of Yan Daozi's notes.

(End of this chapter)