Chapter 226 My name is Tongtong, Tong as in fairy tale
More importantly, there was a noticeable purplish-blue bruise on the side of the little boy's neck.
It extended all the way to behind the ear, like a mark left by something strangling him.
He was completely unaware of this, simply staring with his overly clear eyes, waiting expectantly for an answer.
This is a young spirit who is unaware that it has died, its soul lingering in the human world, instinctively searching for its relatives.
Moreover, judging from the hospital gown he was wearing, it is very likely that he met his unfortunate end in this hospital.
Feng Jin had obviously seen it too, but his expression remained unchanged.
These innocent and ignorant young spirits usually don't have deep obsessions, but because of their purity, they are sometimes more difficult to help and are easily trapped in the same place.
Shen Yuepo felt a lump in her throat, but she didn't show it on her face. She crouched down, bringing her gaze level with the little boy's, and softened her voice:
"Little friend, what does your mother look like? What's her name? Why are you here all alone?"
When the little boy saw that Shen Yuepo responded to him, his eyes lit up, and he took a small step forward, but dared not get too close:
"My mom, she likes to wear white clothes, has curly hair, and smells nice. Her name is... her name is..."
He tried hard to remember, his little face scrunched up, but he couldn't recall the name no matter what he did, and he became a little anxious:
"I...I don't know my mom's name anymore. I slept for a long time, and when I woke up I couldn't find my mom and dad. I looked and looked, and then I heard a sound over here, so...so I came over."
He pointed to his neck, his voice tinged with grievance: "It hurts a little here. Mom said I should tell her when it hurts, but I can't find her..."
Looking at the little boy's bewildered yet dependent eyes, and glancing at the bruises on his neck, Shen Yuepo sighed softly in her heart.
Just then, Lu Jin, who had finished making a phone call outside the ward, pushed the door open and came in.
“Master Shen, everything is arranged…” Lu Jin was halfway through her sentence when she suddenly sensed that the atmosphere in the inner room was a little awkward.
He followed Shen Yuepo's gaze and saw that the doorway was empty, with nothing there.
"Master, what are you looking at?" Lu Jin asked, puzzled.
Hearing Lu Jin's voice, the little boy turned his head curiously to look at him and waved his little hand at him.
However, Lu Jin did not react and walked straight to Shen Yuepo's side.
The little boy froze, slowly lowering his waving hand, his big, dark eyes gradually filling with confusion and unease.
He looked at Lu Jin, then at Shen Yuepo, and asked softly, "Sister, can't that brother see me either? Why can't anyone see me?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo remained calm.
She didn't even glance at Lu Jin, who looked completely bewildered beside her, and spoke in a normal tone, only addressing the little boy:
"This older brother's eyesight isn't very good; sometimes he can't see clearly."
After saying that, she gently beckoned to the little boy, her voice softening even more, "Come on, tell your sister what your name is? Sister will help you find your mother later, okay?"
Upon hearing this, the little boy's bewilderment and unease vanished, replaced by trust and anticipation.
He immediately forgot his doubts about being invisible, took two steps forward, and tilted his little face up:
"Thank you, sister! My name is Tongtong, Tong as in fairy tale!"
"Tongtong." Shen Yuepo repeated, then nodded. "Okay, Tongtong, be good. Wait here for a while. I have something to take care of, then I'll help you find your mother."
"Um!"
Tongtong nodded vigorously, obediently walked to the shadows by the wall, sat down with her knees drawn up to her chest, and kept her big eyes following Chen Yuepo with longing.
Lu Jin, who was standing to the side, took in Shen Yuepo's gestures and words, and combined them with the strange events that had just occurred in the ward.
He felt a shiver run through his body, and cold sweat broke out involuntarily.
He crept closer to Feng Jin, as if trying to shrink into a ball, his voice low and trembling with tears: "B-Boss, what... what is this again...?"
Feng Jin didn't even lift his eyelids, only uttering a single word: "Ghost."
Lu Jin immediately shut up, her eyes darting around in terror, though she couldn't see anything.
Shen Yuepo temporarily calmed Tongtong down, but her heart sank.
Tongtong looks so bewildered that she probably doesn't even remember how she died.
She walked up to Tongtong, squatted down again, and instead of asking "How did you die?" directly, she asked in a different way:
"Tongtong, do you remember where you last saw your mother? Did you say anything or do anything?"
Tongtong tilted her head, trying hard to recall, a look of confusion on her pale face. "I...I remember Mommy crying, crying so sadly. Daddy...Daddy was talking very loudly, throwing things...it was so scary."
He flinched, his little hand unconsciously reaching for his neck again. "Mommy hugged me and said Tongtong wasn't afraid, but then Daddy wouldn't let me see Mommy... and then... then I got so sleepy, so incredibly sleepy..."
His memory seemed to end there, leaving only fragments.
"Does Tongtong remember how your neck hurt before you fell asleep?" Shen Yuepo guided, gently tapping the side of her neck with her fingertip.
Tongtong shook her head in confusion: "I don't remember... I was just sleeping and suddenly I couldn't breathe, and then, then it felt cool and the pain stopped, but I couldn't find my mom."
He had no concept of the process of dying; he only thought he had taken a nap.
Shen Yuepo already had a vague guess in his mind.
She squeezed Tongtong's cold little hand and closed her eyes.
The spirit traced back along the line connecting Tongtong's soul to her closest blood relatives.
To find a sense of regret and endless longing belonging to the living.
This intense emotional energy is sometimes easier to capture than pure spirit.
Especially in hospitals, places where life and death are intertwined and emotions run high.
A moment later, she opened her eyes, her gaze slightly somber.
Found it.
Although the source of that pain wasn't in the hospital, it wasn't far away, and the emotions were intense and filled with suffering.
More importantly, Shen Yuepo vaguely saw some fragmented scenes.
A haggard woman, in a daze, sometimes sat blankly and wept, sometimes looked through photos on her phone.
Seeing that Chen Yuepo remained silent for a long time, Tongtong tilted her little head, her bright black eyes filled with pure curiosity:
"Sister, why aren't you saying anything? Can't you find Mommy?"
The childish voice pulled Shen Yuepo back to reality.
She lowered her head and met Tongtong's clear, untainted eyes, and her heart felt as if it had been gently struck by something.
Shen Yuepo raised her hand, her fingertips gathering a wisp of gentle spiritual energy, which she lightly placed on the top of Tongtong's head and gently rubbed it.
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