Chapter 205 Please Don't Mind
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According to the Hunter Association's data, ordinary people, under specific conditions, have an extremely slim chance of entering the gray fog layer, but their survival rate is almost zero.
If he had indeed entered the gray fog layer and managed to get out alive, then things might not be that simple.
Wen Wen’s attitude became a little more serious as he continued, "Go on, did you experience any abnormalities after that?"
"What abnormalities?" Zheng Feng forced a bitter smile.
"I'm a person with a fixed schedule. My life afterward was very normal. However, both this kid and my wife felt that something was wrong with me and tried several times to get me to see a doctor."
"Then... where did your wife go, do you know?"
Zheng Feng rubbed his hair in distress and said, "I don't know where she went. She just disappeared without a word. But she left me a letter when she left, saying she was going out to clear her head and that I shouldn't worry about her."
Wen Wen tilted his head slightly and leaned closer to Li Dazhuang, saying, "But... you told Li Dazhuang earlier that your wife went back to her parents' home."
"Did I? I never said that." Zheng Feng denied this without any hesitation.
Neither Li Dazhuang nor Zheng Feng saw Wen Wen gently pull out Li Dazhuang's wallet and place it behind the sofa, in a spot that was not easily overlooked but not too conspicuous.
Wen Wen had once apprehended a pickpocket and specifically learned from him. Although he wasn't a master thief, he was capable of taking a wallet from Li Dazhuang.
"Besides psychological issues, have you had any physical problems since then?"
Zheng Feng pondered for a moment and said, "I can't say there haven't been any. I might have been a bit startled that night, so I've been rather sleepy lately and often fall asleep inexplicably."
"And you must have been having nightmares, right? I even dreamed of my wife lying in the refrigerator, looking at me tenderly. Maybe I'm just too tired recently."
Often falling asleep inexplicably... split personality?
After asking some perfunctory questions, Wen Wen left Zheng Feng's house with Li Dazhuang.
"That's strange. My uncle used to be very resistant to psychologists, but why was he so cooperative when you came?"
Wen Wen shamelessly said, "Because I'm a good person."
He first asked Li Dazhuang to wait a moment, then made a phone call.
"Hello, Mingguang? Help me investigate someone. This person's name is Zheng Feng. I need to know the whereabouts of his wife."
"Why are you asking about his wife? Oh, his wife is quite a beauty. Don't tell me you've taken a liking to her. Our association can't do anything against the law."
"You're thinking about shit," Wen Wen retorted.
While chatting with Wen Wen, Ding Mingguang had already found all the information and sent it to Wen Wen's phone.
Casually browsing through it, Wen Wen fell into thought.
Without a doubt, there was definitely something wrong at Zheng Feng's home.
Wen Wen was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. He could easily discern that there was a smell of blood in the house, and it wasn't Zheng Feng's.
Most importantly, Wen Wen saw something interesting in the kitchen.
However, what Wen Wen couldn't be sure of now was the source of the problem.
Acting rashly was definitely not a good choice, which was why he had brought Li Dazhuang out.
After strategizing on what to do next, Wen Wen pretended to be disappointed, shook his head, and shouted to Li Dazhuang, "Your uncle is fine. You can go home yourself. Sigh, I made another wasted trip."
"Wait, this place is so remote, and there are no buses. You expect me to go back by myself?" Li Dazhuang looked at Wen Wen in disbelief.
Wen Wen said righteously, "What, I listened to you and came out for this trip, didn't earn a penny, and now you expect me to pay for gas to take you home?"
Then, he drove away, leaving Li Dazhuang alone and bewildered in the cold wind.
"Damn it, I must be out of my mind to ask him to see my uncle. This is a complete lunatic."
So, he had no choice but to walk back alone. His uncle lived in an old residential complex, which was a bit far from the bus stop and required a walk.
The streetlights were dim and flickering, causing Li Dazhuang to shrink his neck.
He always felt as if something was lurking in the shadows where he couldn't see.
Suddenly, his shoulder was grabbed, hurting him.
Li Dazhuang felt a chill run from his toes to the tips of his hair, and his heart turned ice-cold.
"It's over. This is it. If I die, it's all the fault of that perverted detective."
"Zhuangzi, why are you stunned? It's me."
A familiar voice came, and Li Dazhuang breathed a sigh of relief. He turned his head and saw that the person behind him was his uncle, Zheng Feng.
"Ah, Uncle, why did you suddenly appear from behind? You scared me to death."
Li Dazhuang stammered, his voice trembling.
Zheng Feng's tears suddenly welled up. He choked up and shook Li Dazhuang's shoulders, saying, "You can see me. You can really see me."
At this moment, Li Dazhuang noticed that Zheng Feng was not quite right.
He had just come out of Zheng Feng's house, and Zheng Feng had been neatly dressed and refined just moments ago.
But now, his face was pale, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hand holding his shoulder was trembling nervously, like a madman.
"Of course, I can see you. How did you become like this in just a few minutes?"
Zheng Feng shook his head violently and said, "Not a few minutes, it's been two months. Do you know how I've spent these two months?"
"Let's not talk about that. Earlier, at my house, I saw you find a psychologist for that thing, right? You discovered its abnormality. It won't let you go. Let's run quickly."
Li Dazhuang was completely bewildered. What was wrong with his uncle? What was that thing? And the part about not being seen by him.
In the previous few times, Li Dazhuang had seen Zheng Feng acting abnormally, and he always seemed to be in this state. Had he relapsed?
He patted Zheng Feng's shoulder to calm him down and said, "Uncle, calm down first. I just came from your house. And what is this thing you're talking about?"
Zheng Feng's face contorted, and he trembled uncontrollably when he spoke of that thing. "I don't know what it is. What you usually see of me is that thing. It's a monster, a terrifying monster!"
Li Dazhuang sighed. Zheng Feng had lost all reason. He decided to tell his parents and have them find a way to send Zheng Feng to a mental hospital.
"Okay, Uncle, I think I understand. Let's go home first."
"Can't go home, can't go home, that thing is waiting for us."
As soon as he heard the word "home," Zheng Feng trembled violently, as if greatly startled.
Li Dazhuang frowned. What was this thing he kept talking about?
Suddenly, his phone lit up. Someone was calling him.
He picked it up and looked at the caller ID. The name displayed was Zheng Feng!