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My grandfather, who died in India some time ago, could not be brought home for various reasons, so our family had to go to India to mourn.

At that time, I was in my senior year of college, dealing with everything else, so I went with my parents and uncle to a densely populated city in India called Baroda.

After he finished taking care of his grandfather's matters at the Baroda, he stayed for a few days.

Second Uncle had been doing business at Baroda for more than ten years, his grandfather had always been by his side helping, the father and son were like friends.

This time, his grandfather's death was a huge blow to the Second Uncle.

During the conversation, Second Uncle revealed that he intentionally wanted me to stay behind and help him manage his business so that we could get rich together.

But I had my own life plan, and since he didn't say so, I didn't answer him directly.

The Second Uncle was very rich, you could tell from the house that there was a beautiful Indian Second Aunt in the big villa on the third floor.

However, the interior layout of this villa in India is not the same as in China. The interior structure of the house is a bit like our Chinese apartment, one side after the other.

Second Uncle specifically told me to stay on the first and second floor, but not the third floor.

Although I know that the Second Uncle is doing business in India, he can't really say what it is.

One night when I went to the bathroom, the door wouldn't budge, I thought someone was using it, so I sat on the sofa and waited. No one came out for a long time, so I made sure that no one was inside and went to open the door again.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw a small Indian boy sitting on the toilet. He looked to be about five or six years old.

I have never seen this little boy, and have never heard of a child in the Second Uncle.

Before I could react, the little boy jumped up from the toilet and slipped away from me.

I turned and hurried out of the bathroom, wanting to ask him where he was going.

Because of the dim light in the bathroom, I couldn't see him clearly. When I saw him in the living room, I noticed that the boy's face was yellow and he looked unhealthy.

The strangest thing was that the little boy had something stuck in his mouth, so he couldn't quite tell what it was.

When I asked him who he was, he shook his head at me with wide eyes and ran away.

It was then that I realized that I was in India, and that I must not have understood him when I spoke to him in Chinese.

It seems that these past few years of studying in universities have really made me stupid. I laugh at myself before going back to sleep after going to the toilet.

That night, I had a nightmare. In the darkness of the house, hanging from the ceiling, a little Indian boy in red clothes was staring at me with his eyes wide open. He immediately woke up and began to sweat profusely.

I always felt that there was something strange about Second Uncle's place, that we couldn't sleep well for the past two nights, so I told my father that we should go back earlier since we still had things to do at school.

After staying at Baroda for another two days, he went to the local market and bought some Indian milk tea, Indian flapjacks and other specialties, preparing to bring them back to his classmates for share.

Honestly speaking, although this is my first time going abroad, I don't have a good impression of this place. The atmosphere here is unaccustomed to others.

Most importantly, I feel that everyone here is looking at me strangely and with hostility. This is what makes me feel depressed and disgusted the most.

On the night before we were determined to return, Second Uncle and I went out for social meetups. My parents and I packed our bags and flew back home tomorrow night.

At this moment, I received a call from the Second Uncle. He seemed very anxious, saying that he might not be able to come back tonight, and that there was a small bottle of water in the hall cabinet on the third floor. He told me to deliver it to a place tomorrow morning, and that he would send his address and contact information to me on his WeChat later.

However, Second Uncle once again reminded him not to go to the other rooms after he went to the third floor.

This is the second time Second Uncle has reminded me. Honestly speaking, I am not feeling well, is he using me as a thief or something?

It looks like it's a wise choice for me not to stay and help him manage his business.

After I went up to the third floor, I saw that the living room was very large, even larger than the ones on the first floor.

The cupboard was located against the wall near the staircase. It had a total of three levels, and there were all kinds of strange and bizarre objects. It looked like an antique, but he did not know what they were.

Very quickly, I saw what Second Uncle wanted on the top level — — a small bottle the size of a palm, containing a transparent liquid.

My first thought was ”Divine Oil,” because it was so famous.

I laughed in my heart. So Second Uncle is doing this kind of business, no wonder he didn't tell me.

I think that this bottle of God's Ointment must be sent to the customer, but he had something on his mind, so he asked me to send it over. Doing business requires honesty, yes, it should be like that.