After following Song Ya's brother into the villa, Xia Yi quickly understood why the maid's relationship worked better than Song Ya's.

Song Ya's brother looked back and forth at Xia Yi's palm, and then looked at Xia Yi's back.

"Didn't Mom Zhi ask you to bring something here?" The young man was very disappointed.

"What?" Xia Yi asked smoothly.

"Clothes, doll clothes."

Doll clothes?

Song Ya's younger brother, does he like dolls?

"Since I didn't bring clothes here, what are you doing here? Is there something wrong with the production?"

"I just have some personal questions I want to ask." Xia Yi thought about it in his mind. If he asked it directly, the other party would be unlikely to answer.

First, you have to create a reciprocal mentality in the other party.

The psychology of reciprocity is a very useful and interesting thing.

In twentieth-century America, Krishna's followers, a religious group with bald heads and strange costumes, solicited donations from the American public.

Their method of fundraising is to first give the other party a flower or a book, and then make a donation request after the other party accepts it.

The American people who took their things found it difficult to refuse them and could not help but dig into their pockets. The money they paid out would be far more than the money for flowers or books.

That organization developed rapidly in the 1970s.

This is the role of reciprocity. I have taken advantage of you, so I should also let you take advantage of me a little bit.

This is often used in sales promotion. Free trials in supermarkets are a variation of this mechanism.

However, because the Chinese aunts are too "smart", under their leadership, the tasting turned into a real tasting, which did not achieve the desired effect at all.

As a young boy who lives at home, he is not as shrewd as an aunt.

After Xia Yi proposed to introduce a fashion designer to him, he could not refuse Xia Yi's request to ask some questions.

In fact, he doesn't need a costume designer at all. The clothes he makes are those that appear in cartoons, and they need to be restored rather than designed.

Xia Yi did not ask immediately. The reciprocal mentality allowed the other party to answer a few questions for him, but not just a few for him.

Fortunately, he also knows a lot about the things in the dead house.

Through the twob on the mural outside, he successfully chatted with Song Ya's brother for a while and gained some favorability.

The young man also took Xia Yi to visit his collection of dolls.

"This is San San, this is Senior Sister, this is Brother Shuang..." The young man introduced Xia Yi excitedly, and Xia Yi also showed an expression of surprise and envy in response.

After playing for an hour, Xia Yi got into the theme.

After hearing his question, the young man frowned: "What about my sister?"

"Anything is fine, I just want to know more about it."

"What can she say?"

The young man who felt something was wrong thought for a moment and looked at Xia Yi with a horrified expression.

He asked: "Do you like my sister?"

No, it was your sister who fell in love with me first.

Xia Yi's silence made the young man realize that this was the truth. He patted Xia Yi on the shoulder:

"Brother, is it that the game is not fun anymore or the animation is not good-looking? Listen to me, my sister is not a good person. You should give up. I will take you to the club to play cosplay. Do you like Rem or Xiao An?"

After declining the boy's kindness, Xia Yi created an image for herself of being determined to have her own way.

"Okay, I'll tell you about her. After listening, you will know what it means to come back and make peace."

The young man started to talk about Song Ya.

"When I was little, my sister was a pretty good kid and she often took me out to play. But when she was four years old, she was taken away by Grandma Song. Everything changed." There was a look of regret in the young man's eyes.

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"It wasn't until she was eight years old that Grandma Song had something happen, so she left her home for a week. That week was a nightmare for me."

From the young man's trembling eyes, Xia Yi knew that what he said was true.

"I thought that the sister who came back would be the same sister who played with me as before. As it turned out, my sister did take me to play with her, but the way she played was not very normal."

The young man covered his neck, and Xia Yi noticed that there was a scar as big as a palm on his neck.

"She, who is eight years old, took me, who was seven years old, to get rid of evil spirits!" The young man said in an excited tone.

"That's a ghost, it eats people! She took me to catch it! It's not an ordinary ghost, but a ghost with a strong desire to attack! I was stabbed with a hole in my neck. If it hadn't been for my dad

If I feel it in time, I will be dead!"

Did Song Ya turn out to be a naughty kid when she was a child?

Xia Yi wrote down this setting.

"That's not all. On the third day after I got home safely and lay in bed, she pulled me and said she wanted to train my courage. Do you know how she trained me? She took me and jumped off a cliff!

There is a tree on the other side of the cliff, jump over and grab that tree!"

After imagining the scene of a seven-year-old boy throwing himself on the other side of the cliff in a strong wind, Xia Yi held a second of silence for the boy.

"I jumped over it and didn't fall. But I didn't grab the branch with my hand, but the wound on my neck penetrated the branch."

Is it so tragic? Xia Yi extended the silence for another second.

"From then on, I knew that guy was no longer my sister."

Sitting on the sofa, the boy kept touching the scar on his neck. Every time he recalled it, his wound would feel a dull pain.

Patting the young man's shoulder, Xia Yi continued to ask: "This was when I was eight years old. How did your sister fare later?"

"It was a year ago when I met her later." The boy continued the question, "Although she won't drag me to death, she won't be able to integrate into the family at all."

"How to say?"

"We asked her to watch movies, go to comic conventions, and attend black events, but she didn't even participate."

So lonely?

After writing this down, Xia Yi asked about Song Ya's sin again.

"Has she ever committed any life-threatening cases?" Xia Yi explained her question again, "From what you said, she was very dangerous when she was a child."

"No, but serious injuries are something we often see."

"It has nothing to do with the human life case?"

"No, she has a bottle of milk in her hand. That thing can restore people's vitality. As long as they don't cut off their heads, everything will be fine."

Mentioning milk, the young man thought of a scene he didn't want to remember: "When my neck was hanging on a branch, she fed me milk while letting me grab the branch and pull it out by myself, that devil!"

Although pulling it out yourself is what you should do, humans with fearful emotions are unwilling to face items that threaten their lives.

"What's the point of her seriously injuring others?" Since there is no death, we can only start with serious injuries.

"It happened at this time last year, and it was the Yang family next door who was injured."
Chapter completed!