Li Dazhuang cleared his throat and said slightly tremblingly: "My uncle is a teacher at Luyuan Middle School. He has always..."

Wen Wen stopped Li Dazhuang: "Wait a minute, let's stop talking long and talk about his behavior. I will first judge whether this matter should be handled by me."

"He behaves normally in front of others, but I often see him being nervous and saying some incomprehensible things." Li Dazhuang said some of his uncle's problems.

"Maybe your uncle is just... a child at heart. Maybe you should take him to a psychiatrist." Wen Wen said tentatively.

"That's not the case. I thought it was the case at first and took him to a psychiatrist. The psychiatrist didn't find any problems, so I didn't take it seriously until one day..."

Li Dazhuang trembled for a moment, and then continued: "Until one day, I saw him bite a mouse to death!"

The corners of Wen Wen's mouth twitched and he said, "The smell of mice is fishy and spicy. I don't know how your uncle got it... but it tastes good when roasted and sprinkled with cumin."

"Detective Wen, what did you say?" Li Dazhuang trembled again. He now had some doubts about whether he should call this inexplicable number.

"Ah, I didn't say anything. Are there any other clues?" Wen Wen laughed and said.

I remember that when Wen Wen was still an ordinary detective, he once chased a criminal into the deep mountains and forests, and then he got lost in the mountains for more than ten days.

In the past ten days or so, Wen Wen has tasted all the living things that Wen Wen could catch, including dung beetles... the kind that pushes poop balls.

However, you cannot talk about this kind of thing to your customers, otherwise you will be treated as a pervert by your customers.

Li Dazhuang shook his head and said, "No more."

Wen Wen narrowed his eyes and made secret calculations.

Whether it was neurosis or killing a mouse, it could not prove that it was supernatural forces, but it was enough to arouse Wen Wen's interest. He was a restless person.

He has been idle at home for too long these days, so it's time to go out and find something to do.

"Give me a place, and I'll find you. Let's meet and talk." After setting the meeting place, Wen Wen hung up the phone.

"I'm leaving first, I have some things to deal with." Wen Wen said a brief farewell to everyone and drove to the location of Li Dazhuang.

When Wen Wen arrived, Li Dazhuang was sitting on the curb, hugging his clothes tightly, shivering in the cold wind.

When he saw Wen Wen in a white coat getting out of the car, Li Dazhuang's eyes immediately widened. Horrifying memories came to his mind. He jumped up on the spot, turned around and ran away.

Wen Wen once rescued him in Furong River Paradise, but his memory in Furong River Paradise has been washed away by the Hunter Association.

The Wen Wen he now remembers is the pervert who wielded a chainsaw that night.

Therefore, when he saw Wen Wen, he quickly wanted to escape.

"Hey, hey, don't leave. Didn't you ask me to help you solve your problem?"

Wen Wen took two quick steps, grabbed Li Dazhuang by the back of his neck, and pulled him back like an eagle catching a chicken.

"you you……"

Li Dazhuang pointed at Wen Wen and was speechless. He was almost frightened to tears.

Wen Wen opened his clothes and said to Li Dazhuang fiercely: "What are you doing? I'm a good person."

Li Dazhuang: "..."

In the clothes, there were daggers, daggers, and two guns...

After a while, Li Dazhuang's mood slowly (forced) stabilized. Even though Wen Wen didn't seem like a good person, he could only rely on Wen Wen now.

"Looking at how scared you are, do I look like a bad person?" Wen Wen sat next to Li Dazhuang and asked cursingly.

Li Dazhuang was about to nod when he saw Wen Wen's sinister eyes and shook his head quickly: "No, you don't look like a bad person at all."

"That's true. Come on, tell me about your uncle."

Li Dazhuang organized his language and said: "I have lived with my uncle for several months, so I have a good relationship with him. Two months ago, I went to his house to play and found that my aunt had moved away from his house.

He looked very haggard."

"Maybe it's because your aunt left him, so he was very sad..."

"I was like this at first, but when he was chatting with me, he behaved well. Once I looked away, he started talking to himself, and sometimes he did some very strange things."

…

The house of more than 100 square meters was cleaned and spotless.

A man with a pale face and a haggard expression, but not a bit slovenly, sat on the floor, covering his head with his hands and looking empty.

His name is Zheng Feng, and he is a person with a very regular schedule. He goes to bed at nine o'clock in the evening, gets up at six in the morning, and arranges his meals, exercise, and work time very regularly.

Moreover, he has mild mysophobia and obsessive-compulsive disorder, so he has always been responsible for cleaning the house.

But now, he has not cleaned the house for two months. He has not even taken the initiative to take a bath or take the initiative to eat.

However, everything is still so neat and tidy, as if he is still living as before.

Not only that, he has not been to work in the past two months, but his boss has not come to inquire.

Because, in the eyes of his boss, he still comes to get off work on time as before.

It all started from an accident. When he came home from get off work that day, there was a thin mist floating in the air, and then he was hit by something and fainted.

Since then, the anomalies have started.

That day, he obviously came home very late, but his wife turned a blind eye.

This was nothing, but later, it was obvious that his work and rest schedule had been completely disrupted, and he was not involved in anything, but it seemed that there was someone who looked like him, completing his previous life for him.

This person will work for him, eat for him, clean the room for him...

And this person can be seen by everyone except himself.

At first, Zheng Feng just felt frightened. At that time, he was very flustered, so he tried hard to act abnormal and wanted to attract others' attention.

But later, Zheng Feng discovered that his sense of existence seemed to be gradually disappearing, and eventually he seemed to have become transparent.

It was then that he discovered that it was himself who had the abnormality.

His wife may have discovered some problems, so she returned to her parents' home.

Of course, Zheng Feng knew that her wife did not go back to her parents' home, but was lying in his refrigerator...

Every day, some flesh and blood will be missing from her body...

Unfortunately, Zheng Feng could not pass this news to anyone.

What frightened him a little recently was that his nephew Li Dazhuang seemed to have discovered something abnormal about him.

Will he also encounter something unexpected?

If so, I don’t know what it smells like...
Chapter completed!