According to information from the Hunters Association, there is an extremely small possibility that ordinary people can enter the gray fog layer under certain conditions, but the chance of survival is almost non-existent.

If he really entered the gray fog layer and came out alive, then things might not be that simple.

Wen Wen's attitude became a little more serious and he continued to ask: "Go on, what happened to you after that?"

"Is there anything unusual?" Zheng Feng smiled bitterly.

"I am a person who has a fixed schedule, and my life after that is normal. But both this guy and my wife think there is something wrong with me, and they want to see a doctor several times."

"Then... where is your wife? Do you know?"

Zheng Feng rubbed his hair in distress and said: "I don't know where she went. She just disappeared without saying a word. But when she left, she left a letter for me, saying that she was going out to relax and called me.

Don't worry about her."

Wen Wen tilted his head slightly and leaned towards Li Dazhuang and said, "But... you told Li Dazhuang before that your wife has returned to her parents' home."

"Really? I have never said that." Zheng Feng denied this statement without any hesitation.

Neither Li Dazhuang nor Zheng Feng saw it. Wen Wen gently pulled out Li Dazhuang's wallet and placed it behind the sofa, in a place that was not easily overlooked but not very conspicuous.

Wen Wen once caught a pickpocket, and then deliberately learned from that pickpocket. Although he was not a master thief, there was no problem in getting a wallet from Li Dazhuang.

"Besides the psychological problems, have you had any physical problems since then?"

Zheng Feng thought for a moment and said, "I can't say it's not true. I may have been frightened that night, so I've been feeling sleepy recently and often fall asleep for no reason."

"And I always have some nightmares. I even dream about my wife lying in the refrigerator and looking at me tenderly. Maybe she is too tired recently."

I often fall asleep for no reason... Split personality?

Then Wen Wen asked some innocuous questions before leaving Zheng Feng's house with Li Dazhuang.

"It's strange. My uncle used to be very resistant to psychiatrists. Why is he so cooperative when you come here?"

Wen Wen said shamelessly: "Because I am a good person."

He first asked Li Dazhuang to wait, and then made a call himself.

"Hey, Mingguang, help me check a person. This person's name is Zheng Feng. I need the whereabouts of his wife."

"Why are you asking someone's wife? Well, her wife is still a beauty. You won't fall in love with her, right? Our association can't do anything illegal."

"You're thinking shit." Wen Wen replied.

While chatting with Wen Wen, Ding Mingguang had already found all the information and sent it to Wen Wen's mobile phone.

After casually flipping through it, Wen Wen became thoughtful.

There is no doubt that there is definitely something wrong with Zheng Feng's family.

Wen Wen is extremely sensitive to the smell of blood. He can easily tell that there is a smell of blood in his house, and the smell of blood is not Zheng Feng's.

The most important thing is that Wen Wen saw something interesting in the kitchen.

However, what Wen Wen is not sure about now is where the problem lies.

Taking action rashly is definitely not a good choice, so he brought Li Dazhuang out.

After figuring out what to do next, Wen Wen pretended to be disappointed and shook his head, shouting to Li Dazhuang: "There is nothing wrong with your uncle. You can go home by yourself. Alas, my trip was in vain again."

"Wait a minute, this place is so remote and there is no bus yet. You want me to go back by myself?" Li Dazhuang looked at Wen Wen in disbelief.

Wen Wen said confidently: "Why, I went out for a run at your request and didn't earn a penny. Do I still have to spend gas money to take you home?"

Then, he drove away directly, leaving Li Dazhuang alone in the cold wind.

"Mom, there's something wrong with my brain, so I asked him to treat my uncle. I'm just a lunatic."

So, he could only walk back alone. His uncle's family lived in an old community, which was a bit far from the bus stop and required a long walk.

The street lights were dim and flickering, making Li Dazhuang shrink his neck.

He always felt that there seemed to be something in the shadows that he couldn't see.

Suddenly, someone grabbed his shoulder, which was painful.

Li Dazhuang felt a chill running from his toes to his hair, and his heart felt chilly.

"It's over, it's over this time. If I die, it will all be the responsibility of that perverted detective."

"Zhuangzi, what are you doing standing around? It's me."

When a familiar voice came, Li Dazhuang breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and saw that the person behind him was his uncle, Zheng Feng.

"Ah, uncle, why did you suddenly come out from behind? It scared me to death."

Li Dazhuang said inarticulately, and he was trembling now when he spoke.

Zheng Feng's tears fell immediately. He choked and shook Li Dazhuang's shoulders and said, "You can see me, you can indeed see me."

Only then did Li Dazhuang notice that something was wrong with Zheng Feng.

It was obvious that he had just come out of Zheng Feng's house. Just now Zheng Feng was neatly dressed and elegant.

But now, his face was pale, his hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, and the hand holding his shoulder was shaking nervously, like a madman.

"Of course I can see you. Why did you become like this in just a few minutes?"

Zheng Feng shook his head violently and said: "It's not a few minutes, it's two months. Do you know how I spent these two months?"

"Let's not talk about this. I saw you at my house before looking for a psychiatrist for that thing, right? You discovered the abnormality of that thing. It won't let you go. Let's run away quickly."

The second monk of Li Dazhuang couldn't figure out what was wrong with his uncle, and that thing couldn't see him or anything.

Several times before, Li Dazhuang saw Zheng Feng's abnormalities, and he seemed to be in this state. Could it be that he was sick again?

He patted Zheng Feng on the shoulder and said comfortingly: "Uncle, calm down first before I come out of your house. And what is that thing you are talking about?"

Zheng Feng's face was distorted, and when he said about that thing, he couldn't help but tremble: "I don't know what it is. The thing you usually see of me is that thing. It's a monster, a terrible monster!"

Li Dazhuang sighed. Zheng Feng had lost his mind. He decided to tell his parents and ask them to find a way to send Zheng Feng to a mental hospital.

"Okay uncle, I seem to understand, let's go home first."

"We can't go home, we can't go home, that thing is waiting for us."

As soon as he heard that he was going home, Zheng Feng trembled violently, as if he had been greatly frightened.

Li Dazhuang frowned, what on earth is that thing he keeps talking about?

Suddenly, his cell phone lit up and someone called him.
Chapter completed!