The person is small but the ghost is big 1211

  After seeing off the two from Nanshan, it was afternoon when Chengzhou learned through TV why they came in the morning.

  By piecing together fragments and adding subtitles on the screen, it can be roughly inferred that Mt. Oyakusan was again the site of a brutal murder last night.

  Another suspected body of a man bitten by wild animals was found near the mountain cable car track. According to the documents on the body, the man was 35 years old and ran a private detective agency.

  "Shall we go and have a look?" The little boy asked him with his head raised beside him.

  "What's good about that place? Don't go, don't go." Cheng Zhou changed the subject with a nervous heart. He always felt that the black shadow with dark red eyes from last night was related to this murder case. It's possible that the previous one was also killed by the black shadow.

  "Go on, go and see." The child refused.

  "I said I won't go, so I won't go!" Cheng Zhou said firmly.

  "Uhh..." As he looked on, the child's mouth began to pout.

  Facing that little red nose that had cried so much, the man who was afraid of going through another tearful invasion reluctantly got up from his quilt.

  "Just take a look and come back!"

  The child immediately showed an adorable smile.

  Cheng Zhou shook his head, what's there to see at a murder scene? What a strange little ghost!

  Just like on TV, a large crowd gathered near the cable car route not far from the restaurant at the mountain viewing platform. There were police officers, reporters, tourists who came to watch the excitement and local residents.

  The police seemed to be trying to disperse the tourists, and some men and women standing outside the cordon looked like local hotel or mountain lodge owners with worried faces.

  It's early November, the best time to enjoy the red leaves and also the peak tourist season of the year. However, two murder cases occurred in this mountain one after another at this time. And today, the news was leaked out and reported by media. Needless to say, Mt. Takao will definitely experience an unprecedented off-season for tourism this year.

  The child pulled along with Cheng Zhou and squeezed into the crowd of onlookers.

  Just as he squeezed into the crowd, Cheng Zhou felt a looseness in his hand, and the child let go of him and drilled forward alone. The child was small and agile in the crowd, but Cheng Zhou was not so lucky, moving while saying sorry.

  "Do you know, the seal stone in front of the divine tree in the mountain is gone."

  "Seal stone in front of the sacred tree? Are you referring to that legendary seal stone which is said to have existed before the construction of the shrine?"

  "Yes, just in these few days when you went to Edo." The old woman sighed deeply.

  "Who would dare to move that seal? Don't the people in the mountains all know that nothing there can be touched?" The middle-aged man wearing a suit said in a low voice, "Could it be that some ignorant child or tourist destroyed it?"

  "You are the shrine's master, wouldn't you know that there are only two possibilities for the seal stone being destroyed or missing? If it wasn't intentional human destruction, then..."

  "You're talking about what's inside..."

  The old woman nodded.

  "After all, it's been so many years, no one knows how long that seal stone has existed, just like no one knows who is sealed inside. If you think about it optimistically, maybe the sealing power has disappeared and what's inside has turned to dust along with the seal stone, disappearing forever from the world. But if you think about it pessimistically..." The old woman's worried expression deepened.

  "Those who can move the sealed stone, those who can destroy the sealed stone, and those who can unseal it, no matter which one, are all powerful people. And if this person doesn't have good intentions to utilize that power... Master, a great calamity is about to befall the world!"

  The man known as the master of the house still held a small travel bag in his hand.

  The man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "I'll go to the hiding place to check, see if I can find anything. Di Yuan, Old Master, can I invite you to come before the Divine Tree later?"

  Cheng Zhou said sorry to the old woman and squeezed through between them.

  The old woman who was called Diyuan raised her head and glanced at Cheng Chou.

  "This young man..."

  "What's wrong with this young man? He doesn't seem to be a local, is he a tourist?"

  "I heard that a young man from China had stayed overnight under the shrine, and the stone seal disappeared on the same day he was found. That person seems to be that young man."

  The two of them looked up together and gazed at Cheng Zhou's back.

  Cheng Zhou finally squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, and with a quick glance, he saw Xiaomao taking advantage of the police's inattention to slip into the restricted area.

  Huh? That's... the man who had a fight with Xiū Míng last night. How is he also here? And standing right inside the yellow tape, too. I thought for sure that the body we found today was going to be him.

  He's still alive...

  Cheng Zhou noticed that the man was staring at something with a look of horror on his face, what was he looking at?

  Cheng Zhou followed his line of sight.

  "Hey! Come back here!" Cheng Zhou saw the little ghost crouching in front of a human-shaped chalk drawing at a glance.

  Cheng Chong's cries for help attracted the attention of the police.

  The police followed Cheng Chou's line of sight and turned their heads to see a small child squatting on the ground at the scene of the crime, with his hand still pinching something from the ground.

  "Hey! Young fellow, this isn't a place for you to play." The police officer who discovered the child hastily walked over and scooped up the kid.

  The child didn't cry or make a fuss, smiling happily as he was carried by the police to Cheng Chou.

  "Excuse me, sir. Is this your child? Please keep a closer eye on him and don't let him run around everywhere. It's very dangerous." The young policeman said seriously to Cheng Zhou.

  Guessing that the police officer probably didn't say anything pleasant, Cheng Zhou awkwardly smiled and stretched out his hand to take the child over.

  "Don't run around, got it?" As a mature adult, Cheng Zhou lightly scolded the child.

  The child looked at his small hands and giggled, as if he hadn't heard what Cheng Chou was saying to him.

  Shaking his head, Cheng Zhou held the child and prepared to leave. Before leaving, he looked back at the scene again, but the man was gone, only busy police and forensic personnel remained.

  That's strange...

  With a mind full of doubts, Cheng Zhou left the scene with the child in his arms.

  "What are you eating?" Cheng Zhou asked curiously on the way back to the mountain villa.

  This little devil just stuffed something into his mouth and has a very satisfied look on his face.

  "I won't tell you." The child replied bluntly.

  "Didn't you pick it up from the ground?" Cheng Zhou thought of Xiaomao's actions earlier, seemingly picking something up from the ground at the murder scene.

  "Hmph." Xiaomao was very proud and refused to give a direct answer.

  Cheng Zhou sighed, thinking that such a big child was so ignorant of cleanliness. He had seen with his own eyes how his relatives' children would crawl onto the table and stuff cigarette butts from the ashtray into their mouths.

  "Put me down." the child cried.

  Cheng Chou immediately put the child on the ground, eager to let him walk by himself.

  Xiao Mao Tou rushed to the ground and immediately sprinted towards a nearby fork in the road.

  "Hey! Stop right there!" The poor father couldn't catch a breath, and had no choice but to follow after the little scamp.

  As he ran, Cheng Chou found that the road looked more and more familiar. When a long stone staircase appeared in front of him, he remembered that his first night in Country J was probably spent here.

  "Don't run! Be careful not to fall!"

  Watching the child quickly climb up the stone steps, afraid that he would get into trouble, Cheng Zhou also hastily followed him to climb up the stairs.

  He waited until he climbed to the top of the stairs and looked up to see a little demon standing in front of the shrine... urinating inside.

  "Y-y-you......!" Cheng Zhou pointed at Xiao Mao's head and was speechless.

  "You want to go to the toilet, why must you climb up here?"

  Luckily, there were no tourists on Mt. Oyama today because the cable car was not operating, otherwise what would people think if they saw this? At that time, it wouldn't be the child who gets scolded, 100% it would be this poor father!

  "Hey! What are you going to do again?" Cheng Zhou hastily rushed up to stop him.

  The little devil actually climbed onto the altar, kicking people's memorial tablets and cursing as he kicked. Fortunately, Cheng Zhou couldn't understand it, otherwise he would have been scared silly by the child's foul language.

  Luckily no one was guarding here, Cheng Chou recited "Amitabha" while forcibly carrying out the wild child of Sa Ye.

  "Let me go! I'll chop him up! I'll make sure he's nothing but a pile of bones and his soul is annihilated! How dare this insignificant tree demon ruin my good fortune?! Ahhh! Unforgivable!"

  The child used abusive language that Cheng Chou couldn't understand, and kicked randomly. By the time Cheng Chou carried him out of the small shrine, half of the facilities inside had been destroyed. As they passed by the two stone statues that looked like dogs and yellow weasels, the little boy fiercely kicked them with both feet.

  Strange. Cheng Zhou looked at the two stone statues, why did he feel that the two stone dogs today seemed a bit listless, and they also had a shrinking head and brain, fearful and afraid appearance?

  Hehe, an illusion. It must be an illusion! A stone statue is just a stone statue, how can it change?

  Cheng Chuan exerted all his strength and finally managed to bring the struggling little devil back to Shan Le Manor.

  As soon as they entered the mountain villa, the little ghost was like a different person, calling everyone grandfather, grandmother, uncle and aunt, being so well-behaved that it made Cheng Zhou's eyelids twitch.

  The clever and likable little servant was taken away by the master, leaving Cheng Chou to walk into the main hall of the mountain villa with a tired pace, as if he had just fought a battle.

  It's almost time for dinner, and there are many people in the main hall, chatting in twos and threes on the sofas or browsing local specialties in the gift shop.

  The woman behind the counter looked up and saw it was Cheng Chou, "Ah" she exclaimed, smiling and greeting: "Good day, Mr. Cheng. You look very tired, I've been troubling you these past few days."

  The hostess slowed down her speech, fearing he wouldn't understand.

  "Haha, what are you talking about? I'm not feeling wronged at all, not even a bit." The man forced a smile.

  "Where is your child? Didn't they come with you?" The hostess felt a lot of sympathy for this polite and gentle young guest. She and her husband were old, and had been running the mountain villa hotel for many years, so what kind of guests hadn't they seen before? Neither she nor her husband believed that this gentle young man was related to the murder case, nor did they think he was the kind of ruthless man who would abandon his wife and child.

  The young man's attitude towards the child and the people around him has always been in sight.

  Cheng Chou replied: "Just now in the courtyard, I ran into the landlord, and he took the child away."

  "Hehe, maybe he's taking him out for dinner or dessert. You know, my husband really likes him, that child is quite likable." The slightly elderly woman said with a gentle smile, covering her mouth with her hand.

  "I'm really sorry, I've caused you trouble." Although he couldn't fully understand what the mistress was saying, something similar had happened two days ago, and Cheng Zhou bowed his head in gratitude.

  "You're too polite, come on, here's some pastries that our regular customer brought earlier. Take a box back and try it with your son, they're small steamed buns from a famous pastry shop in Kyoto, I think you'll like them." The hostess smiled as she took out a package of pastries tied with paper string from the counter.

  Although reluctant, Cheng Zhou had no choice but to accept the mistress's kindness.

  Looking at the paper box in his hand, Cheng Zhou thought that since his son had already eaten, he couldn't starve as a father. As for whether to leave some for Xiaogui, it depended on how delicious this pastry was. Hehe!

  Chengzhou bought a bottle of mineral water and walked out of the main hall, planning to find a place to sit down on the wooden corridor, where it was quiet and he could enjoy the sunset view.

  Just then, someone brushed past him.

  "Do you know?"

  "What's up?" Cheng Zhou was perplexed, and when he turned his head, he saw a face he didn't particularly want to see - Kawabe Kazuhiko.

  "The... identity of the victim."

  "Victim's identity? What, has it been found out already?" Cheng Zhou noticed that Kawabe, who was usually serious and could even be called overbearing, seemed a bit worn out.

  "You'll know tonight." It seemed to notice that Cheng Zhou was sizing him up, and Kawau didn't seem too pleased to avoid his gaze, dropping a headless and tailless sentence as he left indifferently.

  Cheng Zhou shrugged, not quite understanding why Kawau would take the initiative to talk to him. But he didn't mind too much either, after all, the worst had already happened, and he was mentally prepared to pack up and leave after returning home.

  The haggard look on his face made him feel a bit strange, after all, that person had always given him such a strong sense of presence.

  No longer thinking about that guy he didn't like, Cheng Zhou plopped down at the corner of the wooden corridor, carefully untied the knotted paper rope, thought it was beautifully made and casually stuffed it into his pants pocket. He opened the paper box, lifted the introduction book on top, took a look inside, and the man smiled.

  Small crystal-clear steamed buns wrapped around fruit similar to walnut meat, quietly lying in a wooden-grained plastic box.

  The pastries look very tempting, and the taste should be good too. Cheng Ge decided not to leave any food for his "son" anymore, tore open the plastic bag, took out one and threw it into his mouth.

  Mmm, delicious!

  Lose another one, chew, drink some water, swallow it down.

  Open your mouth, another one.

  The pastries in the box are gradually decreasing.

  There were only two left, and Cheng Zhou carefully picked up one of them with his thumb and index finger, opening his mouth.

  "Ah-woo!"

  The little steamed bun in his hand disappeared, and if he hadn't shrunk quickly, his fingers might have disappeared along with the pastry.

  Chengzhou stared at his empty hands, a look of incredulity on his face.

  "This is mine." A faint childish voice echoed in his ear.

  Just as the kid was still enjoying his spoils, Cheng Zhou swiftly snatched up the last small mantou left in the box and stuffed it into Ah Wu's mouth. Ah Wu chewed vigorously. Hmm, not bad.

  A murderous intent is gathering around him.

  Hehe, Cheng Zhou raised his head and smiled triumphantly at the child in front of him who was exuding a murderous aura.

  You little brat! How old are you that your gaze can kill?! Cheng Zhou once again determined that the kid in front of him was indeed abnormal.

  "This is mine!" The little demon shouted even louder.

  Swallowing the remaining pastry in his mouth slowly and deliberately, Cheng Da Ge spoke up:

  "From inside to outside, from top to bottom, everything you wear is bought by me. In other words, everything on your body belongs to me. And you are supposed to be my son, according to the normal parent-child relationship, you should also belong to me. By extension, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine. Do you understand?"

  "Sooner or later you'll become food in my belly." The kid muttered with his arms akimbo.

  "What did you say?" The man deliberately put his palm up to his ear.

  "I say... " Little Mao's eyes rolled around, "I say we go back to our room and watch TV, how about that?"