Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"Strawberries? Don't you know that I don't eat unprocessed strawberries?" He Kaiyan said coldly.

The smile on the woman's face froze. She rubbed her hands nervously and whispered, "I washed these strawberries. Look, there are still water droplets on them."

As she spoke, she picked up one. The bright red berry was hung with crystal clear water droplets and looked delicious.

"Forget it, just leave it there and I'll eat it later." He Kaiyan said without interest.

The door was half open. Although it was night, there were still quite a few people at the police station.

Several people who were close to the lounge heard something more or less and started talking about it.

"What a sin! This kid is so ignorant."

"Look at her son's clothes. They must cost hundreds of dollars. The mother's clothes are all wrinkled after washing."

"Alas, today's kids are all debt collectors. They don't know how to be grateful at all!"

The police knocked on the wall and said solemnly, "Alright, stop gathering here to watch the fun!"

The crowd dispersed, and the woman who claimed to be He's mother became increasingly uneasy. Only after being repeatedly urged by the police did she follow him out.

Another female police officer accompanied He Kaiyan and advised him, "You should eat something. After all, it is a token of your mother's love..."

"She's not my mother." He Kaiyan interrupted her, "By the way, is there a hospital nearby?"

"Hospital? Yes, it's quite close. Just cross the road and walk 200 meters to get there." The policewoman was confused. "What's wrong with you?"

"Not yet. Please bring my schoolbag over later."

He said this incoherent sentence, and then started stuffing the strawberries on the table into his mouth.

He Kaiyan frowned, as if what he was eating was not sweet strawberries, but coptis chinensis and bitter gourd or something like that.

In less than three minutes, the policewoman understood what He Kaiyan meant by what he had just said.

His entire face, including his neck, became red and swollen, and dense rashes covered his skin, followed by symptoms such as difficulty breathing.

"You are allergic to strawberries? Why did you eat them anyway..." the policewoman asked in surprise, "Are you trying to use this method to prove that the auntie just now is not your biological mother?"

He Kaiyan nodded with difficulty. He was not yet an adult, and even if there was some evidence, the police might not believe his story.

After all, even he himself found it unbelievable that a strange woman would come out and pretend to be his mother.

But how could a mother who loves her child so much not know what foods her child is allergic to?

"I called 120, and the hospital said they'll be there in five minutes. Do you... do you have any allergy medicine? Do you want some water?"

It was the first time for the policewoman to encounter such a situation and she didn't know how to deal with it.

He Kaiyan shook his head hard and waited quietly for the arrival of the ambulance.

He deliberately controlled the dosage. Although it looks serious now, it is actually just a mild laryngeal edema. It is not fatal, and he will not be foolish enough to risk his life on it.

After a while, he suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the bag of strawberries.

His allergy symptoms usually show up on the skin and occasionally he has some difficulty breathing, but now he is starting to feel dizzy and sleepy and can't even lift his eyelids.

Could it be that sleeping pills were put into the strawberries?