"What did you touch?"
I asked.
In fact, when the little guy said that what she saw was a jar that tripped her, my first subconscious thought was that the jar should be filled with dead people.
But there is a little guy who is still too young, and there are some things that I need to reconfirm, so the expression on my face hardly shows anything unusual.
Mostly for fear of scaring the little guy in the hospital bed, she might just remember that something wasn't quite right that night.
But that doesn't mean she really knows what's in that jar.
So I don't have to say it directly, I will listen to her describe things first, and then I will do an analysis.
"I touched a pile of ash, I don't know what it was, and a few bone-like things."
The little one looked at me and said.
There are ashes and bones But after the little guy described all this, I already got the answer in my heart, and what the little guy saw should be a jar for ashes.
I don't know who is so immoral that they actually throw away the ashes of the dead everywhere, this kind of behavior is illegal.
Although it is already a pile of ashes and bones, the crime of abandoning the corpse is very serious, but the person who abandons the ashes and catches the ashes, especially the ashes, will not be much lighter.
But we don't know whether the columbarium was abandoned there or whether someone did it on purpose.
But it really hurt people, but it was true, the little guy in front of her was unlucky, so she hit the columbarium at night.
As a result, the owner of the ashes in the urn directly entangled this innocent and curious child.
It was for this reason that I almost lost my life to this child, and the more I listened, the more angry I became.
Make up your mind and ask this child more clearly, the best place can be clear.
Then, when the child is calmer, let her parents secretly send her back to the pediatric ward first.
Then ask her father to go with me to the place where the child had an accident, and I think the urn should still be there.
I couldn't find it myself, so I needed the child's father to follow me, after all, it was near the two of them, and he must be familiar with the terrain or something.
"Little sister, my sister is asking you a few words, did you put back the things you touched that night or did you throw them aside" I asked as I looked at the little one.
"I put it back, and I picked up the bones piece by piece, but I grabbed a handful of ash in my hand, and suddenly there was a gust of wind blowing next to me, and I didn't hold it, and it was blown away," the little guy replied, looking at me.
"Can you tell my sister where you saw that jar?"
I asked again.
"Right behind the building near the gate in our neighborhood, there are a few bungalows, but they're about to collapse."
The little guy frowned slightly, and recalled seriously.
I knew that the child must have been very tired, and I had asked almost enough, and if I continued to ask, I could not ask anything of value, and the child's pale face had not been relieved, and I had to stop and let her rest, otherwise she would really be overwhelmed.
"Little sister, you can rest first, wait for you to recover in the evening, let your father and mother send you to the pediatric ward first, and wait for a few days for my sister to come over to see you and bring you delicious snacks." aa2705221: