We looked at each other and couldn't understand why the village chief was so surprised when he heard these three words.

I raised my head and looked at the village chief, repeating the name again.

Under my gaze, the village chief seemed a little unnatural. He reluctantly took a sip of tea and shook his head and looked at us in confusion: "What does the four teachers have to do with a child?"

"I mentioned An Ninghui, a child in the diary of one of the deceased many times." I answered calmly: "This is also the purpose of our coming here. I want to investigate and visit some things about this child."

The village chief put down the teacup and shook his head hesitantly without saying anything.

Zhao Jiyou, who was standing aside, whispered: "We are here mainly to investigate the cause of death of the four deceased. Therefore, anyone who is related to the four deceased will become the subject of investigation, so... please cooperate with our work."

The village chief wants to find out the specific cause of the four deceased more than us. After all, this is related to whether EYE Primary School can continue to operate.

After Zhao Jiyou finished speaking, the village chief's face was slightly moved.

We did not continue to persuade, and the village chief was clearer than ours.

After waiting for about a minute, the village chief sighed deeply and said, "This child belongs to our village. I also know where his family lives. I will take you there."

The village chief's decision made us laugh and couldn't wait to stand up and prepare to follow the village chief to An Ninghui's home.

The village chief slowly stood up and looked at us and reminded him: "But I want to tell you in advance, don't believe what the child said, because what he said is lies!"

I suddenly thought of what was written in Xu Yingshan’s diary.

She said that the child had seen many older brothers and older sisters in the classroom on Class 61 on the fourth floor.

And that child's crazy behavior.

He kept hammering the door of Class 61 classroom with an iron hammer, and the purpose was... He saw the classroom on fire! The elder brother and sister were all in that classroom, and he wanted to rescue them!

Our persistence moved the village chief and brought us to An Ninghui's home. But when I saw An Ninghui and An Ninghui's parents, I was so surprised that I couldn't stop.

An Ninghui's father is An Xushan, and his mother is Liu Yufen. What surprised me was not the names of the two of them, but the age of An Xushan, Liu Yufen and An Ninghui!

The class Xu Yingshan taught was in the first grade. In her diary, she mentioned that another child came to their class. Since the child was in the first grade, he would not be old, but An Ninghui in front of him was at least about eleven or twelve years old.

Where can there be eleven or 2-year-olds in the first grade?

Even if you have the age of An Xushan and Liu Yufen, it is a bit difficult to explain. From the appearance, An Xushan and Liu Yufen are at least in their fifties.

In other words... Liu Yufen is likely to have been pregnant with An Ninghui when she was forty.

It was not only me who was surprised, but Zhao Jiyou and Jiang Bing also had incredible expressions.

Zhao Jiyou pointed at An Ninghui, who was sitting in the yard with his hands holding his cheeks, and asked at An Xushan with a dazed look: "Then... is that your child?"

An Xushan seemed to be not surprised by all this. He nodded calmly, but his eyebrows were filled with sorrow that could not be relieved.

"When I was born in Ninghui, he was forty years old." An Xushan sighed deeply and his eyes fell on An Ninghui who was sitting in the yard.

I smacked my tongue and asked impolitely: "Then you guys..."

"I'm fifty-two years old this year, and my mother is fifty-one." An Xushan seemed to know what I was going to ask and answered calmly.

In comparison, Jiang Bing is much calmer than us. She looked at An Ninghui who was sitting in the yard with her lips pursed and asked, "Since An Ninghui is already eleven years old this year, why is she in the first grade?"

"Because..." An Xushan's look of wanting to speak but stopping made me very confused.

We did not urge and looked at Anxushan quietly.

An Xushan picked up a cigarette from the table and lit it. He waited for a cigarette to burn halfway through and then spoke slowly: "Ning Hui was diagnosed with severe autism when he was young. The doctor in the county town suggested that the child receive psychological treatment. But our family is born and raised in Anyong Village, so maybe when to go to Qingquan County. In addition, the expensive medical expenses are not something we can afford.

We think that autism is not that difficult, and we think that sending the child to school in advance may lead to healing, so we ignore the cause of autism and do not treat the child, but go home and send the child to that school."

An Xushan vomited smoke and shook his head in annoyance, "Everything was good, but one day the teacher in the school suddenly called us and said that Ning Hui ran to the fourth floor of the school alone.

We all know what happened on the fourth floor, so we didn't dare to go to the school quickly. When we arrived at the school, the teacher said that Ning Hui had always wanted to go to the fourth floor. He always said that someone was looking for him to play in the classroom on the fourth floor..."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but look at An Ninghui who was sitting in the yard.

He sat alone in the yard with his hands holding his cheeks, staring at the sky mysteriously as if no one existed.

I always feel that An Ninghui's back gives me a very familiar feeling, but I can't remember it for a moment.

An Xushan's words pulled me back and continued to listen to An Xushan's words.

"We all know that people died in the classroom on the fourth floor of the school. We were all very scared when the teachers in the school said this. Also, Ning Hui was not as old as school, so we didn't dare to let Ning Hui continue to study, so we took Ning Hui home..."

Perhaps because he was too spoiled for his children, An Xushan couldn't help but shed tears when he said this. Not only him, but also Liu Yufen, who had been unknown on the side.

"What happened later? Didn't the child be sent to school later?" Zhao Jiyou asked in confusion.

An Xushan snatched the cigarette butt and wiped the tears from his face with his rough hands and said, "I've sent it. The child sent him to school when he was old, but... but the same thing happened several times. The teachers in the school said that Ning Hui always ran to the fourth floor and kept saying that there were big brothers and sisters on the fourth floor to ask him to go up and play..."

"I didn't want people to mention the fire ten years ago, because I was afraid that I would affect the children who came to school. These children were very pure in their hearts and were afraid that they would have a mistake in their studies because of this rumor. So An Ninghui was temporarily suspended by the principal, Yang Ziping, and was sent to the school after the child was healed." The village chief spoke, and he slowly sat on the chair and sighed leisurely.

"Didn't you send your children to another school?" I asked strangely.

Liu Yufen took the speech and nodded painfully. He answered my question in not very smooth Mandarin: "In order to prevent my child from delaying his studies, we sent Ning Hui to other schools before, but... but later Ning Hui was expelled from the school."

"Why?"

"Because... because Ning Hui was talking everywhere about what happened in Ernst & Young Village Primary School!"

We looked at each other in three ways, completely unable to understand how so many things happened to a child with autologous illness.

"We were afraid that the child would be ruined if he continued like this, so we sent the child to the hospital for treatment soon. The cost was not as expensive as the child's health." An Xushan shook his head and said in great pain: "But no matter how long the treatment lasts, it is useless. The doctor said that the child's autism had reached a deeper level. No matter what others said to him, he couldn't listen to it. In the end, he returned all the medical expenses to us and asked us to try somewhere else."

"Finally... how did this child get into the end? I think he doesn't seem to be healed yet?" I looked at the child in the yard and asked softly.

An Xushan lit a cigarette again: "There is no way. The doctors are helpless when we went to many places. Even asking the witch to see a doctor didn't work. This child was like... living in another world. Except for us talking to him and he took care of us, it was difficult for the rest of us to communicate with him.

In the end... in the end we tried to send the child to another school again, but the result was the same. When we were helpless, we would send the child to EYong Village Primary School every year, and the result was the same every time. No matter what, the child would run to the classroom on the fourth floor whenever he arrived at EYong Village Primary School, and he also said that there were big brothers and sisters who were looking for him to play..."

I think I already understand what Xu Yingshan’s diary about An Ninghui.

An Ninghui had suffered from deep autism before, and she had talked about the classroom on the fourth floor more than once. It was just that Xu Yingshan didn't know about it, which attracted her deep curiosity.

"We... what evil we have done!" Liu Yufen finally couldn't help crying bitterly. She lay on An Xushan's body in sorrow and sobbed silently.

An Xushan was also full of tears. He gently patted Liu Yufen on the back with his hand to comfort Liu Yufen.

Although we cannot understand their feelings, we also feel deeply sympathy.

When a child is born, he has caused deep autism, and strange phenomena have occurred more than once. Now he can’t even go to school. Who wouldn’t feel heartbroken?

"What kind of unethical things did we do in our previous life, and God torture this way." Liu Yufen slapped the table and shouted in dismay: "One child... the other child has left, and now another child has become like this. God, when will you torture us..."

"One...a child left?"

Jiang Bing and I were slightly stunned, then looked at Liu Yufen with confusion.

The village chief seemed to know what we were thinking and sighed: "Xu Shan and Yufen are pitiful. The daughter who was in the sixth grade more than ten years ago died in the fire ten years ago. However, this happened again when she was old."
Chapter completed!