Returning to the place where the child was lost, Auntie wiped her tears with her hands nonstop.

The residential building in front of us has already been abandoned. I kicked the door, and it fell down with a loud noise, accompanied by a cloud of dust.

"This used to be our home."

"The child... never came back after getting lost here."

I looked up at the house. It was evident that when we moved out, the house wasn't cleaned much, and many things were left here.

"Were you in a hurry when you moved out?"

"Huh?" Auntie didn't react and stared at me blankly.

"At that time, I was too busy looking for the child, so I don't remember much." Auntie hesitated and then recalled something, "I remember now. Shortly after the child got lost, my husband made a fortune in business and we moved out."

"Which hospital were you in before?" I stared straight into the person's eyes in front of me.

Auntie began to panic and spoke incoherently.

"It seems like you're not ready to ask for my help." I tried to leave, but Auntie held onto me.

Like a deflated ball, she said, "There's nothing embarrassing about it. At that time, when my husband made a fortune, the fortune teller said this place was unclean and would affect his fortune, so we hurriedly moved."

"But I haven't found my child yet. How can I leave?"

"I refused to leave, so he had someone come and tie me up, and they took me to a place that resembled a hospital and locked me up."

"Later, I heard people there saying that the place was called a mental hospital. But I'm not crazy, I just want to find my child."

"So, I caused trouble. Every time I caused trouble, they would tie me up and lock me in a dark room. Sometimes, when I caused a lot of trouble, they would shock me with electricity or inject strange needles."

"Don't doubt me, I really lost my child." Auntie wiped her tears and firmly held my hand.

Just as I was about to speak, a figure flashed by.

"Who?"