This is not a weird story

In a blink of an eye, the day was chosen when the strange story happened.

Wei An noticed on the first day that her mother, who seemed to have relaxed, started to become restless throughout the day, and most likely did not even fall asleep at night.

Wen Qiong sat by the bed with a sad and tired look. In order to avoid her son finding out that she had not rested well, she put on very light makeup before leaving the bedroom, which was just enough to cover up her tired look.

Wei Zhengdong originally wanted to accompany Wen Qiong to the vegetable market, but Wei An stopped him and just asked him to wait for the good news about the return of mother and son.

Wen Qiong once asked Wei An, what would happen if he didn't go to the vegetable market today?

Wei An didn't know what would happen, but he knew there would be very bad consequences.

The response from the administration confirmed his guess, saying that if the participant does not show up at the designated time and place, although the specific consequences cannot be known, the participant will definitely be in fatal danger.

So Wen Qiong and other participants must go to the wet market.

The day before, the administration had deployed controls around the market and installed several surveillance cameras.

This vegetable market does not have an official name. People nearby call it "Chalukou Vegetable Market" because it happens to be located at a three-way intersection. The transportation is very convenient. In addition, it is close to Wei An's community and only takes ten minutes to walk. minutes, so Wen Qiong always buys groceries here.

The mother and son soon arrived at the entrance of the market. Meng Yibo and Wang Zhen walked over and handed Wei An a pair of portable headphones to put on.

"You have already experienced two strange stories. You can accompany your mother in, but if anything happens, please use the earphone to notify me as soon as possible." Meng Yibo said.

"What?" Wen Qiong was startled and looked at his son, "An'an, didn't you only encounter strange stories once?"

Wei An rolled his eyes at Meng Yibo and replied to Wen Qiong: "Brother Bo is usually too busy. He must have remembered the strange stories that other people have experienced on me."

"Oh, yes, I remembered it wrong." Meng Yibo nodded quickly.

At the same time, Meng Yibo was also secretly calculating. He remembered that when Wei An met him for the first time, he called him "Brother Meng", which was respectful and comfortable to listen to.

When they met again, they called him "Brother Yibo", which made him feel slightly uncomfortable.

Now, he has been calling me "Brother Bo" for a long time, which sounds weird. I wonder if he will change his name to another name in the future. What does this kid want to call himself?

"Brother Bobo, it's almost time, let's go in first." Wei An changed his words again at this time, his tone was strange, as if it contained the hatred just now.

Meng Yibo froze on the spot and did not react, mainly because he did not expect that Wei An was talking to him.

Seeing Wei An slowly walking into the market with his mother on his arm, before Meng Yibo could answer, Wang Zhen beside him asked: "Team leader, was he yelling at you just now?"

"Go back and watch the surveillance!" Meng Yibo turned around and walked to the surveillance room with an embarrassed look on his face.

Wang Zhen followed him in confusion.

After the two entered the control room, six people were already sitting here, two of them were staff from another group of the administration, and two were from the Public Security Bureau, responsible for sending temporary reinforcements.

There were two other men, one of whom was sitting in the corner with his head slightly lowered and silent. He was Jian Hui, the only investigator of the Zhoucheng Ghost Story Bureau, and the other was an assistant assigned to him by the Bureau to serve Jian Hui.

Meng Yibo looked at the surveillance camera that was operating normally.

At this time, the entire vegetable market is still in operation, with pedestrians coming and going, and it has not been closed because of the upcoming ghost talk incident. Even after the ghost talk incident occurs, other passers-by who are not participants may not necessarily know that a ghost talk happened here.

So when you know that ghost stories have no impact on other people, there is no need to panic people and let fear spread.

However, the area over the raw meat stall has been cordoned off, and a notice posted stated that the raw meat stall area will be temporarily renovated and operations will be temporarily closed.

After watching the surveillance, Meng Yibo quickly turned his attention to Jian Hui sitting in the corner. When he spoke, he was much softer than when he faced his assistant Wang Zhen: "Jian Hui, how are you? Do you need this weird story? try it?"

Jian Hui has completed four of his own ghost stories so far, but he has also accepted orders from the Administration and entered two other ghost stories on his own initiative.

One time, I cooperated with other investigators to enter an E-class ghost story in another city. There were many investigators at the time, so the completion went smoothly.

The other time was when Jian Hui was possessed by the non-chief, and he encountered an occasional F-level ghost story, but it was all successfully completed.

This time Jian Hui looked at the analysis report of the Management Bureau, especially the four eye-catching words "D level and above" on the report, and his eyes were a little dazed.

This level of weird stories is too difficult even for him who is quite experienced!

Originally, the administration had applied to send additional investigators to assist, but investigators from nearby cities either did not have time, or had already been dispatched and could not come.

Now it would be okay if this ghost story is only D-level, at least the people involved are mentally prepared, but what if the ghost story is not D-level, but C-level or even B-level?

Jian Hui has no confidence at all when it comes to dealing with weird stories above D level.

But now, as the only investigator in Zhoucheng, he can't show his intention to give up too obviously. At least, he must give people the impression that he has worked hard but has to give up because the gap between strength and experience is still too big.

So Jian Hui was meditating in the corner. In the eyes of others, he exuded an unfathomable sense of being cold, arrogant, withdrawn, and incompatible with secular human beings.

When he heard Meng Yibo asking himself, which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted, Jian Hui first greeted Meng Yibo's ancestors in his heart, then raised his head slightly and said in a low voice: "I just deliberately went to the butcher shop. I walked around and didn't feel anything. Maybe I won't be able to get in this time even if I have a special profession."

After a pause, he added: "You must know that whether you can be sucked in depends on luck. Not everyone with a special profession can be sucked into the ghost story."

The others were just people from the administration and had never experienced any strange stories, so they just nodded when they heard the words. Meng Yibo touched his somewhat hot ears and suggested: "Then you can go to the raw meat stall later." , see if it’s possible that Kaitan didn’t sense you.”

After saying this, Meng Yibo suddenly felt that his ears seemed to be hotter and redder.

Jian Hui's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was still low: "Uh... the butcher's shop is not far from us. Even if I sit here, I can sense the ghost stories if I really want to. But now that time has passed, it seems that I can't go in. .”

As soon as he finished speaking, the assistant sitting next to him immediately reminded in a low voice: "Brother Hui, your sense of time is wrong again. The strange story hasn't started yet."

"Ah!" Jian Hui was suddenly enlightened, and showed a rare smile, and explained to everyone: "I'm sorry, since the last weird story, if I don't look at my watch, sometimes the time I know is half a beat faster, or Isn’t it just half a beat too slow?”

Meng Yibo touched his forehead at this time and said to himself: "I wonder if Wei An activated his special profession after experiencing the second strange story?"

He remembered that the report submitted by Wei An did not seem to mention this content.

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