This is not a weird story

Wei An raised his head and looked at the facial contour master who was about to retreat to the door. He shook his head slightly and signaled him not to flee suddenly, otherwise it would intensify the conflict.

The facial contour master immediately stayed where he was, not daring to move any further.

The corpse sat still without moving, staring at the small round mirror in Wei'an's hand with dull eyes. He did not turn his head left and right to observe his face from different angles like a living person.

After staring blankly for a moment, the corpse got out of bed with stiff limbs, walked towards the row of morgues, came to one of the morgues, opened it, and then slowly lay down in it. .

After he lay down in it, the morgue seemed to bear the inward weight, and the cabinet slowly slid inward until it was completely closed.

Silence returned to the morgue, and nothing was strange anymore.

"It's over." Wei An said.

He turned back to look at the facelifter standing at the door, "Jiang is still old and hot. It seems that the deceased is very satisfied with your work..."

Before he finished speaking, an inexplicable feeling surged into his heart, and Wei An seemed to be full of power at this moment.

Not only him, but also the facial contour master was slightly shaken at this moment, and he almost dropped the toolbox he was holding. He could feel that his limbs were filled with heat at this moment.

"What's going on? I..." The facial contour master looked down at his body in surprise.

The door of the anatomy room next door was opened at this moment, and Zhang Shiqing, Yao Meishan, Dai Bin and others who had been waiting there rushed over. These people knew that the matter here had been dealt with, because they also felt a wave of energy entering their bodies.

However, this energy can be large or small, and the energy felt by these people is not as strong as that of Wei An and the Face Master.

"The mission is completed, and this strange story should also be over, so we may have received different rewards based on the role each person played in this mission!" Wei An walked out of the morgue and analyzed: "But because this strange story is It belongs to our world, so there are no task prompts and no reward rules. We can't see the specific number of rewards, we can only...feel it."

At this point, he himself also found that being rewarded based on just feeling seemed too mysterious and had an extremely unreal illusion.

No one knows whether what you are getting now is an energy reward or a compensation for restoring physical energy, and in the real world, all participants cannot see how much energy they have received.

Everyone present now suspects that they are receiving energy point rewards, but because this world is the real world, the amount obtained cannot be quantified and can only be felt.

"Is this the weird story that has been dealt with?" Zhang Shiqing cast his eyes on the row of cabinets in the morgue.

Because there is no written reminder, he is not sure whether this matter has been completed or not, and he cannot even confirm whether the current case is called a ghost story.

Then he looked at Wei An again, as if he had a lot to ask, but then he thought about it, and the way he wanted to solve this strange story was actually the same as Wei An's current operation. If he could solve this strange story in the same way as the plot, , which can provide a reference for latecomers.

If we encounter similar weird stories again in the real world in the future, we can solve them without confronting the monsters head-on.

"That's pretty much it." Wei An shrugged, "So this method can also be used for the weird stories in Fucheng. As long as the plot doesn't require confrontation with weirdness, I think most of them can be solved this way."

Zhang Shiqing was not at ease. After waiting for almost an hour, he asked two investigators to go to the morgue where the man whose face had recovered was located to check the situation.

Opening the morgue, I found that in front of me was just a normal male corpse whose face had been repaired. There was nothing weird about it.

Things really seemed to be over.

But the hospital still has not been unblocked, and everyone is quietly observing.

But the result is obvious. If it turns out that this strange story is really over, then after the male body with the restored face is successfully cremated and buried, Wei An will definitely be reused by the Central City Administration.

His current method of solving this strange story will be promoted immediately, at least so that the bureau investigators in other cities will be able to grasp it, instead of being completely at a loss.

The next step will definitely be writing various reports and handling measures. Wei An feels a headache just thinking about it.

But fortunately, the task force involved in this case with him can share the burden for him.

He temporarily quit the task force and returned to his own temporary office in the Central City Administration.

Because of the previous application, Wei An worked in a general office of the authority with other staff.

Of course they don't do the same job.

There were so many people in the office that it was not convenient to talk. Wei An called Pei Na out, and the two went to the flower bed downstairs to talk quietly. Wei An told her that the strange story about the hospital had been completed by him, and it could be confirmed for the time being. I have a way to get rid of these strange rumors.

Pei Na was suddenly pleasantly surprised.

"But it's a pity." Wei An said: "I tried all the tools in the morgue before leaving, and I couldn't find any weapons or props similar to those that can be used in the ghost story. Mainly because there were no weapons or props when I picked them up. Any feeling and not knowing which one to use.”

After a pause, Wei An analyzed: "Perhaps my reaction was slow. I should have searched in the morgue and autopsy room before this strange story was over."

"If there are more weird stories coming out later, there will be a chance." Pei Na said.

"This is exactly what I want to tell you now." Wei An frowned, "After finishing this strange story just now, I suddenly had a, um, very strange idea."

Pei Na's eyes lit up slightly and she nodded: "Sometimes your ideas are very out-of-the-box and often unexpected, but many of them are still good. Let's talk about them first."

Wei An suddenly smiled and looked at her deeply.

Pei Na did not look directly at him, but deliberately looked elsewhere.

Wei An withdrew his attention and pondered: "Just think about the first ghost story in Fucheng. When did it happen?"

Pei Na looked curious: "Last week, we just learned that everyone in Uncle Wei's camp had been sucked into the ghost story."

At this point, she paused slightly, "Do you suspect that there is... a connection?"

Wei An nodded: "So I think this idea is very strange and abrupt. I can't explain it, but I always feel that there is something related to it."

Pei Na frowned in thought and guessed what Wei An was thinking. Just when she raised her head, she heard Wei An say word by word: "My dad entered the ghost story, and then the weirdness came out."