Li Dazhuang cleared his throat, and with a slight tremble, said, "My uncle is a teacher at Green Source Middle School, he has always..."
Wen Wen interrupted Li Dazhuang, "Hold on, stop the lengthy discourse for a moment. Just tell me what his symptoms are, so I can decide whether this is something I should handle."
"He acts normal in front of others, but I often see him acting nervously and saying some inexplicable things," Li Dazhuang revealed some of the issues concerning his uncle.
"Perhaps your uncle is just childlike, or maybe you should take him to a psychologist," Wen Wen tentatively said.
It wasn’t like that. At first I thought the same and even took him to a psychologist. The psychologist found no issues, so I thought nothing of it until one day..."
Li Dazhuang shuddered, then continued, "Until one day, I saw him bite a live mouse to death!"
Wen Wen’s lips twitched as he said, "Mouse tastes quite fishy and pungent; I really don’t know how your uncle managed to bite into it... But sprinkled with cumin and roasted, it tastes not bad."
"Detective Wen, what did you say?" Li Dazhuang shuddered again, now somewhat skeptical about whether he should have dialed this bizarre number.
"Ah, never mind, any other clues?" Wen Wen said laughingly.
Back when Wen Wen was just an ordinary detective, he once chased a criminal into deep woods and ended up lost in the mountains for over ten days.
During those days, Wen Wen tried every creature he could catch, including dung beetles... the ones that roll dung balls.
However, he couldn’t share such things with clients as they might consider him a pervert.
Li Dazhuang shook his head, "That’s it."
Wen Wen squinted his eyes, pondering silently.
Whether acting nervously or killing a mouse, neither proved the presence of supernatural forces, but it was enough to pique Wen Wen’s interest, as he was a restless man.
He had been idle at home for too long, and it was time to get out and find something to entertain himself.
"Name a place, I’ll come to you, and we can discuss this in person." After arranging the meeting place, Wen Wen hung up the phone.
"I have to go now, some matters to handle." Wen Wen briefly said goodbye to everyone, then drove to the location where Li Dazhuang was.
When Wen Wen arrived, Li Dazhuang was sitting on the curb, hugging his coat close, shivering from the cold wind.
Seeing Wen Wen in a white lab coat get out of the car, Li Dazhuang’s eyes widened in horror. Terrifying memories surged, and he immediately bounced up and started to run.
Wen Wen had once saved him at Furong River Amusement Park, but his memories of that day at the park had been wiped by the Hunters Association.
Now his impression of Wen Wen was that of a disturbing pervert wielding a chainsaw that night.
So, upon seeing Wen Wen, he wanted to flee immediately.
"Hey, hey, don’t run! Isn’t it you who asked for my help with your problem?"
Wen Wen quickly walked a few steps, grabbed Li Dazhuang by the back of his neck like an eagle snatching a chick, and pulled him back.
Li Dazhuang, pointing at Wen Wen, was so scared he almost cried.
Wen Wen lifted his own coat, looking fierce, and said to Li Dazhuang, "What you? I’m a good person."
Under that coat, there was a short sword, daggers, and two guns...
After a little while, Li Dazhuang’s emotions finally (and forcibly) stabilized. Although Wen Wen didn’t look like a good person, he now had no choice but to rely on Wen Wen.
"Look at how scared you are; do I really look that much like a bad guy?" Wen Wen sat next to Li Dazhuang and grumbled.
Just as Li Dazhuang was about to nod, seeing Wen Wen’s sinister gaze, he hurriedly shook his head, "No, you don’t seem like a bad person at all."
"That’s more like it, come on, tell me about your uncle’s situation."
Li Dazhuang organized his thoughts and said, "I lived with my uncle for a few months, so we had a very good relationship. Two months ago, when I visited his house, I found that my aunt had moved out, and he looked very haggard."
"That might be because your aunt left him, so he is very sad..."
"At first I thought so too, but when he talked with me, he seemed fine. As soon as I looked away, he would start talking to himself, and sometimes he would do some very strange things."
The spacious house, spanning over a hundred square meters, was scrubbed clean, spotless.
A man with a pale complexion and a haggard expression, yet not a bit slovenly, sat on the floor, covering his head with his hands, his expression vacant.
His name was Zheng Feng. He used to have a very regular routine, asleep by nine in the evening and up at six in the morning; his schedule for meals, exercise, and work was always very orderly.
Moreover, he had mild OCD and liked cleanliness, so he had always cleaned his house himself.
But now, he hadn’t cleaned his house for two months, he hadn’t even bathed or eaten of his own accord.
Yet, everything remained as neat as though he was still living his life as before.
More than that, he hadn’t been to work for these two months, yet his boss had not come to inquire.
Because, in his boss’s eyes, he was still going to work as usual.
All this began with an accident, one day while he was returning home from work, the air was filled with a thin mist, and then he was struck by something and passed out.
Since then, the anomalies had started.
That day, although he arrived home very late, his wife acted as if she didn’t see him.
That wasn’t all; later on, even though his routine had been completely disrupted and he didn’t participate in anything, it seemed like there was another person, looking exactly like him, who continued living his previous life.
This person would work for him, eat for him, clean his room for him...
And this person, except for himself, was visible to everyone else.
At first, Zheng Feng was just terrified, very panicked, so he tried to act unusually, hoping to draw attention to himself.
But later, Zheng Feng discovered that his presence seemed to be gradually fading, and eventually, he seemed to become invisible.
Only then did he realize that it was he himself who had become the anomaly.
His wife might have noticed some problems, so she went back to her parents’ home.
Of course, Zheng Feng knew, his wife hadn’t gone back to her parents’ house but was lying in the fridge at his home...
Every day, parts of her flesh would be missing...
Unfortunately, Zheng Feng couldn’t communicate this to anyone.
What recently frightened him was that his nephew, Li Dazhuang, seemed to have noticed something abnormal about him too.
Would he also meet an unexpected fate?
If so, Zheng Feng wondered what he would taste like...