When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

When Wu Ping came back with the fruit, she saw Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia looking at the photos.

She gently placed the cut fruit on the coffee table, and came over and smiled gently, saying, "This photo is not very good."

The two looked at her in confusion, and Wu Ping pointed at the photo again and explained, "There is too much space in the middle, and I feel like my eyes are always looking down..."

"Indeed." Su Yuan nodded, and then asked directly, "Auntie, do you know Mao Houwang?"

The light above suddenly flickered, and the atmosphere froze in an instant.

Wu Ping's smile froze on her face, and Song Xiaoxia also opened her mouth slightly and looked at Su Yuan in surprise.

She didn't expect Su Yuan to be so direct.

After a long while, Wu Ping straightened up, "I received a call during the day and asked me the same question."

"But Auntie really doesn't know this man named Mao Houwang. Is he a classmate of yours?"

The expression on Wu Ping's face did not change from beginning to end, and she always had a gentle smile on her face.

Su Yuan's eyes sank slightly, and he saw that Wu Ping's hands were shaking slightly.

And she said that someone called during the day... Was it a classmate from Class 10?

But I clearly asked everyone in the class, and no one should know Mao Houwang's home phone number...

Su Yuan couldn't figure it out for a while, and shook his head and stopped entangled in this question: "It's okay, Auntie, I'll just ask casually."

"Oh..." Wu Ping's expression was obviously absent-minded, as if the three words Mao Houwang had brought her a great shock.

Su Yuan put his head close to Song Xiaoxia's ear, lowered his voice and said: "Chat with her here."

"Okay." Song Xiaoxia nodded seriously.

Su Yuan stood up, "Auntie, where is the bathroom?"

Wu Ping came back to her senses a little: "I'll take you there..."

"No, Auntie, let's chat here. I haven't been here for a long time." Song Xiaoxia held Wu Ping and pointed to the direction of the bathroom for Su Yuan.

"You know you haven't been here for a long time. Your uncle Mao is often away on business. I'm bored alone. You don't even know to come and accompany Auntie."

Song Xiaoxia was chatting with Wu Ping in the living room, and Su Yuan came to the bathroom.

Turning on the light, Su Yuan's eyes were instantly attracted by the three sets of toiletries on the sink.

He picked up one of the cup toothbrushes.

"Didn't this disappear..."

Is it that only things that can prove identity will disappear?

This is the first bug found.

Su Yuan walked out of the bathroom and took a sneak peek at the living room.

In the living room, Wu Ping was holding Song Xiaoxia's hand affectionately. The two were talking and laughing, looking like a real mother and daughter.

Su Yuan did not go out, but tiptoed to another room.

Although it is not good to wander around in other people's homes, special treatment can only be given during special times.

After all, this is a matter of life and death.

Su Yuan first opened the room closest to the bathroom.

The room was clean and tidy, with a dressing table, and the wedding photo of Mao Houwang's parents hung on the wall above the bed.

"This should be the master bedroom..."

Su Yuan gently closed the door and continued to the next room.

Opening the door of the second room, Su Yuan determined that this was Mao Houwang's room at a glance.

Because this is an extremely weird room!

The walls of the room were densely covered with blank white papers, and there were also several posters of anime characters.

In addition, there was a desk, a bed, and a wardrobe.

Su Yuan first walked to the desk, and there were also several blank white papers on the table, as well as several One Piece figurines.

These blank papers should have been Mao Houwang's paintings, but because his traces disappeared, they all became blank papers.

Su Yuan opened the drawer of the desk, and there was a diary and a photo album in it.

The diary was locked, and Su Yuan fiddled with it in his hand, then gently put it back in place.

Anyway, it must be blank inside.

But I didn't expect that a rough man like Mao Houwang would have the habit of writing a diary...

What Su Yuan cared about more was the photo album.

He opened the photo album, just flipped through it casually, and felt that his hair stood up.

Su Yuan took the photo album in his hand and continued to walk towards the closet.

"Brother, you look a bit like a thief who broke into someone else's house with bad intentions." The sister floated beside Su Yuan and said faintly.

"Go play!" Su Yuan raised the photo album and hit her head hard, while stretching out anotherA hand opened the closet.

But when the closet was opened, he was slightly stunned again.

It was empty inside.

Strange.

Did the underwear disappear too?

But if the things that disappear can prove the identity, then there is no name written on the clothes.

Su Yuan turned around and looked at the bed again.

The pillows and bedding are still there.

What is the standard of disappearance?

......

Living room.

Wu Ping took Song Xiaoxia's hand and greeted her warmly: "When I first saw you, I said that this child has big eyes, double eyelids, and white skin. He will definitely be a beauty when he grows up. Now you see, he is getting more and more beautiful."

"Thank you, Auntie... You are beautiful, you look like my sister..." Song Xiaoxia responded casually, while quietly looking at the direction of the bathroom with her peripheral vision.

She knew that Su Yuan must have gone to find clues, but he was gone for a little longer.

After all, this is in someone else's house. If they are found out and treated as thieves, it will be bad.

"You kid, you are just talking nonsense! I am the same age as your mother. What's the point of being pretty or not..." Wu Ping's tone sounded like she was blaming him, but she was actually very happy.

Then, she continued, "By the way, Xiaoxia, today doesn't seem to be the weekend. How did you get out? Your school seems to be very strict, and the security guard is even more difficult to talk to..."

"Auntie!" Song Xiaoxia interrupted Wu Ping, and her eyes instantly became serious: "Auntie, are you familiar with our school? Do you know our security guard?"

Wu Ping was stunned when she heard this: "I..."

Looking at the confused and thoughtful expression on her face, Song Xiaoxia felt a chill in her heart.

If no one asked Wu Ping these questions, would she never think about these aspects?

It was like her consciousness was covered with a layer of fog, and it was like an NPC with a set program in the game.

So if it is true as Su Yuan guessed, there are more than one supernatural incidents like this...

Then how many people have quietly disappeared in this world?