Han Fei learned from Mary that Andy was connected to Kelly, and a less-than-pleasant guess arose in his mind.
In the original story, Andy is Six's adoptive father, and he also has connections with Kelly, who is suspected of murdering Seven...
Han Fei rubbed his temples, about to take a sip of coffee, when he realized the cup was already empty.
He stood up, intending to refill his cup, but then heard Xiao Qi's anxious voice from outside the door: "Grandpa, my brother seems to be sick!"
Given the possibility that Xiaoqi might encounter some misfortune, Han Fei never sent the two children back to the Boy Scout training camp.
To his surprise, the Boy Scout training camp did not expel Six and Seven. Instead, they kept their positions and claimed that they could return at any time, simply because they were the most promising and youngest Boy Scouts.
Han Fei recalled Xiao Qi's various adventures on the island, how the heavens seemed to be chasing after him to feed him, and he understood the situation.
Excellent people will stand out no matter where they are, and they often enjoy certain special treatments, just like Xiao Liu and Xiao Qi.
Han Fei came to Xiao Liu's bedside and touched the child's forehead; it was burning hot.
He picked up the child, making sure to take Xiaoqi with him, never daring to let Xiaoqi out of his sight.
After seeing the doctor, it turned out to be just a fever and a cold, and I got an injection.
Han Fei was slightly skeptical of the doctor's skills when he saw that Xiao Liu was not waking up for a long time. However, after visiting three hospitals, the result was the same: the child was not getting enough sleep and should be allowed to sleep a little longer. The doctors even looked at Han Fei with reproach.
Han Fei had no choice but to take the child home and stay by his bedside until he woke up.
Little Seven is very attached to her brother, and she crawls into the blanket wanting to sleep with him.
Han Fei grabbed the little girl, forced her to drink a bowl of Banlangen (a traditional Chinese medicine), and then put a mask on her.
Actually, he would prefer that Xiaoqi could be quarantined in another room, but the little girl was too stubborn and insisted on staying by her brother's side.
The girl, who usually seems carefree and enjoys Xiao Liu's unconditional pampering, actually knows best in her heart that her brother is the one who loves her the most!
Although her grandfather doted on her, he still had his limits. If she was too naughty and disobedient, he would get angry.
But her older brother wouldn't. No matter what she did, her older brother would spoil her, even if she was wrong, he would still support her!
"Brother, you need to wake up soon, you look like Sleeping Beauty."
"Brother, I'm going to find a prince to wake you up!"
Just as Xiao Qi was about to run outside to look for him, Han Fei quickly stopped her, rubbing his temples and saying helplessly, "Xiao Qi, your brother is a boy."
"Oh, then I'll find a princess for my brother!"
"No, that's not what I meant!"
"Then my dear brother, I'm sure he'll wake up!"
"No, no, don't let yourself catch a cold!"
"Grandpa, you're so annoying! This won't work, that won't work! Please think of something, my brother has been sleeping for so long!"
Han Fei was helpless in the face of the sulking little girl.
At this moment, Xiao Liu is experiencing a long dream in which his sister dies. He is filled with despair and pain, and even has dangerous thoughts of destroying the world.
For some reason, he possessed an inexhaustible amount of money, which he intended to use to purchase weapons and destroy numerous places...
In the dream, he resembled a severely mentally ill patient, with bluish discoloration under his eyes and an unusually thin appearance.
He seemed to be getting increasingly abnormal; he could see many ghosts, terrifyingly large, baring their teeth and claws as they lunged at him, demanding things from him…
They seemed to be asking him for things like his heart, liver, kidneys, bone marrow, and corneas...
The dream was bizarre, eerie, and terrifying, sending chills down one's spine.
He knew clearly that he was dreaming, and when he faced his grown-up self, he could clearly recognize that it was him.
He caught a glimpse of someone—his uncle, who, like a ghost, quietly stood guard beside him as he grew up.
My uncle exuded a strange aura, completely lacking any air of otherworldly grace; instead, he looked more like an evil ghost.
He didn't know why he had this thought; the intense feeling filled his mind, as if warning him that the uncle in his dream was completely different from the uncle in reality.
The ghosts that begged for things appeared and disappeared in the darkness. Their figures were indistinct and they exuded a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
The ghost was absorbed into the mysterious robe by its uncle, and the robe underwent a strange transformation. Its color became indescribable, neither black, yellow, nor purple, but rather a filthy and terrifying color, as if it had been stained from hell.
He saw himself in his dream giving money to his uncle, his expression cold and distant, as if he were filled with disgust for this uncle.
In the dream, my uncle opened his mouth and said something, as if he said a lot, but in the end, I, in the dream, impatiently chased him away.
His perspective followed his uncle, who donated all the money in his name.
My uncle was standing at the foot of a mountain, which seemed to be Longhu Mountain. He wanted to go up the mountain, but something was blocking him from going up.
A voice came from the mountain: "Let's go." And a deep sigh followed.
A look of pain and despair crossed his uncle's face. He knelt down and kowtowed desperately in the direction the voice came from. He seemed to age several years in an instant, and dragged his weary body slowly away from Longhu Mountain.
Xiao Liu's perspective follows his uncle to a warehouse that resembles hell. From the outside, it is a huge and gloomy building. As the warehouse door slowly opens, a series of horrific and bloody surgeries are taking place inside.
He watched in horror as those bright red things were cruelly removed from the human body...
Souls drifted out from the mangled bodies, their faces twisted and ferocious, their eyes flashing with a savage light, emitting mournful cries as if demanding justice from the world.
But as soon as they left the warehouse, they were mercilessly swallowed up by my uncle's sleeve, which was like a black hole.
He watched as his uncle's Taoist robe grew dirtier and dirtier. It seemed that the more ghosts were in the sleeves, the dirtier the robe became, until it was so dirty that it was impossible to tell what kind of clothes it was, or even that it was a Taoist robe at all.
A sudden tremor ran through him, and in a daze, he seemed to understand something.
His sleeping face showed an expression of extreme pain.
"Grandpa, my brother looks like he's in a lot of pain!"
"Brother, are you in a lot of pain? Where does it hurt? Let me blow on it for you, and you'll feel better soon!"
Xiaoqi gently held her brother's hand, not knowing where he was in pain, and gently blew on his forehead, hoping to dispel the pain and help him get better soon.
Han Fei covered Xiao Liu up tightly and saw that he was covered in cold sweat. A sense of foreboding welled up in his heart. He didn't know if the sweat was from a high fever or some other terrible reason, but he vaguely felt that things were not so simple.
In his dream, Xiao Liu followed his uncle's perspective and saw the horrific and cruel things he had done as an adult.
He saw Andy, an unexpected figure who suddenly appeared in his dream.
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