C15 (2/2)

Brother Yang, I had a dream last night, in which I dreamt that a child with his eyes closed was patting my head, saying that someone was trying to harm me, and then he disappeared, and when I opened my eyes, I didn't see anything. I thought that it was only a dream, but the eyes of the child in my dream, it was the Holy Infant, it was exactly the same! I came to the restaurant early in the morning, I put on the chef's overalls and a mask, and wandered among the cabinets. At around eleven in the morning, when I was at my busiest, I saw a man wearing a chef's mask as well, and I didn't pay much attention to him at first, but then I realized that it wasn't right. He was quite slim, and I could tell at a glance that he was a woman. I pointed to the woman in the cook's clothes and whispered to the cook next to me, You're going to record her quietly now, so she won't see you.

When everyone was busy, I took something out from my body and put my hand into the rice pot. I immediately rushed over and held her down, and the chef took a photo and looked at the thing in her hand, and I broke out in a cold sweat when I saw her take out a packet of 'bramble' poison and was about to poison her when I called the police and they took her away. They are still waiting for the result, they will soon find out who ordered her to do it, Brother Yang, do you think this is strange? Was the child in my dream a Holy Infant? Besides helping people transport it, it also helped them predict the future. This was too amazing!

When he said these words, Samit was just beside him. After I helped him translate it in real time, I told Steamed Bun that Samit would explain it to him.

For example, if someone wanted to poison your food in the restaurant, it was obvious that they wanted to destroy your money. This was your telepathy, then, another problem, I heard that you suspect that the Holy Infant was transferring someone else's luck onto your head, you can rest assured that this is definitely not going to happen. Firstly, the Holy Infant relied on its own accumulated luck to help its master transfer, and the reason why it was able to continuously send you out was because of its continued luck. The Holy Infant would also not pose any threat to that person, it could only send its blessing to its master, thus, transferring the luck from others to you, it definitely would not happen to the Holy Infant.

Steamed Bun listened and agreed. In the end, he asked a few irrelevant questions and hung up.

After that, Samit and I did not continue discussing this topic and started discussing our family matters.

The next night, Steamed Bun called again. I thought, ”I didn't sell you the Holy Infant, why are you always looking for me?”

However, due to the face of the Lao Er, I endured my temper and accepted his call.

Steamed Bun said over the phone: ”It's over, it's over, something happened. Something really happened this time.”

I asked him what was wrong.

He said that although the poisoner had been apprehended, for some reason more than a hundred of the people who had eaten in his restaurant today had all been admitted to the hospital with diarrhea or convulsions, and two of them had died so far.

I could feel that Steamed Bun must have been frightened. After all, he was still only in his early twenties. When had he ever experienced such a thing?

When I heard this, I was also greatly shocked. I asked him how did he end up like this? Who have you offended recently? Think about it.

He said that he had never offended anyone, and what I was most afraid of was that the police came to inspect the place and found the Holy Infant and took it away.