This is not a weird story

This scene startled Wei An.

After he came to his senses, he found that Huang Yu was sitting motionless on the chair and his eyes were closed, indicating that he was still a dead body and had not come back to life.

But how did he get up from the bed and move the chair over to sit on it?

Wei An felt that this room was too weird. If the couple entered the room just now, they would have immediately picked up Huang Yu's body and put it on this chair. Otherwise, Huang Yu's body would have to move on its own.

He carefully walked to the closet door in the room without making any noise, opened the closet door, and quickly found the clothes Huang Yu was wearing when he fell with the help of the weak candle light that had been burning.

Sure enough, the clothes around the neck were full of blood, and the clothes on the corpse had been changed.

From then on, Wei An felt that he had to tell the truth to Uncle Huang and Aunt Yan. The body could not move on its own, so the couple had probably developed hysteria and mental disorder, so they believed that their son was still alive. Now they must break their illusion.

When he walked to the door, he looked back at the body sitting on the chair. From time to time, his nose could smell the smell of the food that had gone bad on the desk.

Wei An gently closed the door, went to the first floor, called the couple over, and said, "Uncle Huang, Aunt Yan, I discovered a strange phenomenon, and I must explain it to you now."

"Did you find anything?" Uncle Huang immediately became a little excited.

Unexpectedly, security was so efficient and the problem was quickly identified.

Wei An said: "Sit down first and listen to me."

After the two sat down, Wei An continued: "Do you know that your son, Huang Yu, is dead? He was thrown to death in the yard."

The couple looked confused and looked at each other.

After a while, Aunt Yan said: "My son is fine, why do you say he is dead? Didn't you see him just now?"

Uncle Huang also nodded, "Yes, I asked you to check for a long time, but you told me that Xiaoyu was dead. Isn't this lying with your eyes open? He is still upstairs fine..."

Wei An interrupted him and said, "Has he eaten the food you serve every time? Is it all stored in the bedroom and has gone rancid?"

The couple was slightly stunned. Aunt Yan shook her head and said, "I didn't pay attention."

"And the obvious wound on his neck, can't you see it?" Wei An asked again.

At the same time, he was also paying attention to the expressions of the couple to see if they were hiding anything, because some small expression details usually cannot be hidden in this situation.

But after observing for a moment, Wei An found that their expressions were all natural, and they seemed confused and a little overwhelmed. They didn't know why Wei An said that his son was dead. It seemed that they had never thought about this problem.

"Let's go directly upstairs." Wei An said.

He suspected that the couple's hysteria was very serious, and some scenes might have to be clarified in person. After all, no matter how much he said, they couldn't compare to letting them see it with their own eyes.

The three of them quickly arrived at Huang Yu's bedroom upstairs.

Wei An pushed the door open and went in, then suddenly froze.

Huang Yu, who was sitting at the door just now, was now lying on the bed again, and the chair was put back in front of the desk, as if it had never been moved.

"Is there someone else in this room?" Wei An felt suspicious.

He couldn't understand why such things that couldn't be explained by common sense would happen in this reality!

At this moment, Wei An suddenly remembered one of the special strange stories he discussed with Meng Yibo and the others in the meeting room of the Management Bureau last time.

In this strange story, the wife of an Bureau investigator began to behave strangely day by day, until she turned into a mummy that was still moving. Only then did the investigator suddenly realize that he had entered a strange story.

At that time, they also called this "everyday weird stories", that is, strange stories that happen in daily life, and if you don't pay attention, you will not feel it at all. Everything seems normal, but in fact, the weirdness is eating away at the person involved bit by bit. life.

"Am I in a ghost story now?" Wei An realized.

He remembered that when discussing the case, he had said that the way to crack it was to check the private inventory. If the inventory could be opened, it meant that he was in the ghost story. If the inventory could not be opened, it meant he was still in the real world.

With the thought coming together, he immediately tried to open his inventory.

The next second, there was a sudden buzz in my mind, everything turned pale, and a feeling of dizziness came over me.

Wei An involuntarily took two steps back and held the door to the room.

He felt like he should have opened the inventory, but his mind went blank, he couldn't see anything, and he felt extremely dizzy. This phenomenon had never happened before.

I heard Uncle Huang ask in my ear: "Wei An, what's wrong with you?"

"Come, come here!" Wei An tapped his forehead lightly, feeling a little more comfortable. He pulled the two of them to stand next to Huang Yu on the bed, pointed at Huang Yu and said, "Did you see that on his neck?" That wound?"

"It was scratched when he fell!" Aunt Yan said.

Wei An immediately wanted to separate the body's head, but he hesitated. After all, this scene was too bloody and might not be accepted by the couple, causing other accidents.

"Let me talk to him alone." He changed his mind and said.

Uncle Huang and Aunt Yan looked at each other, wondering what Wei An was doing.

Aunt Yan said: "No matter what, you will have to worry about it these days."

Wei An waved his hand.

After the two of them went out, he closed the bedroom door, returned to the bed and stood still, trying to open his inventory again, but the situation was the same as before, his head fell into dizziness again, and his mind went blank, nothing could be found. can not see.

It's just that the dizziness is not as severe as before.

Wei An looked at the corpse lying on the bed, then reached out and grabbed Huang Yu's hair. A cold feeling hit the surface of his scalp, which proved that he was right. There was indeed a corpse in front of him.

Slowly lifting the head up, the broken neck immediately separated, but no more blood flowed out.

Wei An placed Huang Yu's head next to the pillow, stared at it for a moment, and said, "Huang Yu?"

After waiting for a moment, the head's eyes were still closed, there was no response, and it didn't look like it could respond.

Wei An reached out and touched Huang Yu's body again and found that he was still a little stiff, but his limbs could still move and were not completely stiff.

"Are you dead or not? Say something."

After a pause, he straightened up, turned around and walked out the door, saying: "I will go outside and wait for a while before coming in again. I hope that when I come back, I can see the hint you gave me. Any hint will do."

Wei An wondered if the corpse could be moved without anyone present.

Not long after, he stood outside and closed the door, then listened for a moment, but did not hear any movement. When he was about to open the door again, Uncle Huang's voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Vian, what are you doing?"

Wei An turned his head and suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and then replied: "It's nothing. I forgot to tell Huang Yu something."

"No, I asked you what you are doing!" Uncle Huang reached out and touched his neck.

Wei An immediately lowered his head, but couldn't see anything.

"Why is there a line on your neck?" Uncle Huang brought the finger he touched to his eyes and looked at it, and said in surprise: "This is blood, there is blood on your neck!"