Disaster Shelter

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According to the Hunters Association, under certain conditions, ordinary people are extremely likely to be able to enter the mist layer, but there is almost no chance of survival.

If he had actually entered the fog and was alive, it might not be that simple.

Wen Wen's attitude was a little more serious, and he continued to ask, "Next, what's wrong with you after that?"

"What's so unusual." Zheng Feng smiled bitterly.

"I am a person with a fixed schedule, and my life is normal after that, but neither this kid nor my daughter-in-law think I have a problem, and I want to see a doctor several times."

"So ... where did your wife go, do you know?"

Zheng Feng rubbed his hair distressed and said, "I don't know where she went, she just disappeared without a word, but when she left, she left me a letter saying she was going out to relax and call me. Don't worry about her. "

Wen Wen tilted his head slightly and said, leaning to Li Dazhuang and said, "But ... you told Li Dazhuang before that your wife is back at her mother's house."

"Yes, I never said that." Zheng Feng denied this without hesitation.

Neither Li Dazhuang nor Zheng Feng saw it. Wen Wen gently pulled out Li Dazhuang's wallet and placed it behind the sofa, a place that is not easy to be ignored, but not very conspicuous.

Wen Wen once caught a pickpocket, and then learned it with that pickpocket. Although it was not a steal, it was no problem to get a wallet from Li Dazhuang.

"Apart from psychological problems, have you had any physical problems since then?"

Zheng Feng thought for a moment and said, "Can't say no, it might have been a little scary that night, so I've been more sleepy lately and often fall asleep somehow."

"Always have some nightmares. I would even dream of my wife lying in the refrigerator looking at me tenderly, probably too tired recently."

Asleep often somehow ... personality split?

Then Wen Wen asked some unrelated questions before leaving Li Dazhuang's home with Zheng Feng.

"Surprisingly, my uncle was very resistant to the psychologist before. Why did you cooperate with him when you came?"

Wen Wen said shamelessly, "Because I am a good person."

He asked Li Dazhuang to wait for a while, then made a call himself.

"Hey, Mingguang, help me check someone. This person is Zheng Feng. I need her wife's whereabouts."

"You ask what his wife is doing, alas, her wife is still a beauty, you won't look after others, our association can't do things that violate the law and discipline."

"You're thinking about shit." Wen Wen whispered.

On the one hand, Wen Wen was indifferent, on the other side Ding Mingguang had found all the information, and sent those information to Wen Wen's mobile phone.

Looking casually, Wen Wen thought about it.

There is no doubt that there is absolutely something wrong with Zheng Feng's home.

Wen Wen is extremely sensitive to the **** smell, and he can easily tell that there is a **** smell in his house, and that **** smell is not Zheng Feng's.

Most importantly, Wen Wen was in the kitchen and saw something interesting.

However, what Wen Wen is not sure about now is exactly where the problem lies.

It's definitely not a good idea to rush into it, so he took Li Dazhuang out.

After summing up what to do next, Wen Wen shook his head pretending to be disappointed and shouted to Li Dazhuang, "You're fine, you can go home by yourself, hey, I'll run again."

"Wait, this place is so remote, there are no buses, you tell me to go back by myself?" Li Dazhuang looked at Wen Wen incredulously.

Wen Wenli said bluntly, "Why, I heard you come out and ran a trip, I didn't make a penny, and I still have to pay you to send you home?"

Then, he drove away directly, leaving only Li Dazhuang alone to mess in the cold wind.

"Hemp egg, I really have a brain problem, so I asked him to see me for a doctor. This is simply a lunatic."

As a result, he could only walk back by himself. His uncle lived in an old community, which was a little far from the bus station and required a walk.

The street lights were a little dim, and they flickered, making Li Dazhuang's neck shrink.

He always felt like there was something in the shadows he couldn't see.

Suddenly, his shoulder was caught and it hurt.

Li Dazhuang only felt a cold air running from his toes to his hair, and his heart was cold.

"It's over, it's over this time. If I die, it's all the responsibility of the pervert detective."

"Zhuangzi, what are you doing, it's me."

A familiar voice came, and Li Dazhuang was a little relieved, turning his head and seeing that the man behind him was his uncle, Zheng Feng.

"Ah, old man, why are you suddenly coming out from behind and scaring me to death?"

Li Dazhuang said indistinctly that he was trembling now.

Zheng Feng's tears came down all of a sudden, and he choked and shook Li Dazhuang's shoulder and said, "You can see me, you can really see me."

At this time, Li Dazhuang noticed that Zheng Feng had something wrong.

Obviously he came out of Zheng Feng's house ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Zheng Feng just returned his clothes neatly, Wen Binbin.

But now, his face was pale and messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and his hands on his shoulders were shaking nervously, like a lunatic.

"Of course I can see you. Why did you become like this in just a few minutes?"

Zheng Feng shook his head sharply and said, "It's not a few minutes, it's two months. Do you know how I spent these two months?"

"Let's not talk about this first. Before I was in my house, I saw that you found a psychologist for that thing, right? You noticed something abnormal about it, and it won't let you go. Let's run."

Li Dazhuang, the second monk can't figure out what's going on, what's wrong with him is that he can't see him or anything.

A few times before, Li Dazhuang saw Zheng Feng's anomaly as if he was in this state. Did he fall ill again?

He patted Zheng Feng's shoulder, soothing, "Old man, calm down before I come out of your house, and what is the thing you said?"

Zheng Feng's face was distorted. When he said that thing, he couldn't help trembling: "I don't know what he is. The things you usually see me are all that thing, it's a monster, a terrible monster!"

Li Dazhuang sighed. Zheng Feng was no longer sensible. He decided to tell his parents that they should find a way to send Zheng Feng to a mental hospital.

"Good old man, I seem to understand, let's go home first."

"Can't go home, can't go home, that thing is waiting for us."

Zheng Feng trembled fiercely when he heard him returning home, as if he was greatly frightened.

Li Dazhuang frowned. What was the thing he kept saying?

Suddenly, his cell phone lit up and someone called him.

He picked it up and the name of the caller ID ... was Zheng Feng!