Stopping the staff, Chen Ge came over and said, "Do you have a problem with me?"
Wang Hailong was sweating profusely. He gasped and squeezed out of the crowd: "My brother spoke last night! He is outside the paradise now and said he has something very important to tell you!"
"Take me there." What happened was just as Chen Ge guessed. He looked at the tourists waiting in line, briefly explained to Uncle Xu, first opened up the ghost marriage scene, and then left with Wang Hailong.
"I'm sorry to disturb your business again." Wang Hailong wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Shenglong has been through too hard in the past five or six years, and I really can't calm down."
"I can understand."
The two of them arrived at the entrance of the paradise. Across the road was a purchasing vehicle from a hot pot city. There were several big characters written on the vehicle - Longhufang.
"Here." Wang Hailong led Chen Ge towards the truck: "You have seen what my brother looks like. He is afraid of scaring others, so he doesn't dare to show his face."
After being in a stalemate with the lanky ghost for five or six years, Wang Shenglong's mind was as clear as a child's. However, his body became severely deformed. He stayed in his room for almost a whole year and was so fat that he couldn't even get on the bed.
, can only lay a layer of blankets on the ground.
Mentioning the child, Chen Ge thought of Quasimodo, the bell ringer in Notre Dame de Paris.
Chen Ge remembered that when they first met at Haiming's apartment, Wang Shenglong drew a picture for him.
In the painting, the monster stands on the boy's shoulder, looking at the people around the boy, as if ready to jump on others at any time.
Wang Shenglong seemed to be using that painting to tell Chen Ge that he had his own reasons. If he didn't do what the lanky ghost said, the monster would jump on his family and hurt others.
He endured all the grievances alone and persisted in the unfair game. He did not speak for five or six years.
Wang Hailong opened the back door of the truck, and there was a shadow like a hill in the deepest part of the truck.
"Shenglong, I have invited Boss Chen here. If you have anything to say, please tell me immediately."
Hearing Wang Hailong's words, the shadow took two steps forward, and the whole pickup truck started to shake.
"Don't move, let me go in." Chen Ge and Wang Hailong entered the truck and closed the door.
This was the second time he took a close look at Wang Shenglong. From his appearance, it was impossible to estimate Wang Shenglong's age. His facial features were all covered with fat, and his body was as wide as vertical and horizontal.
"Well……"
After not speaking for many years, Wang Shenglong had forgotten how to pronounce the word. His voice was strange and he could not pronounce complete Chinese characters.
"Don't be anxious, just write down what you want to say." Chen Ge kept his distance from Wang Shenglong at first. He was standing at the door of the car, ready to jump out of the car and leave immediately if something went wrong.
But after observing for a while, Chen Ge discovered that Wang Shenglong was indeed different from before.
The most obvious thing is that the stench on his body that only Chen Ge can smell is gone.
Taking out the notebook from the side of the seat, Wang Shenglong struggled to hold the watercolor pen and wrote three words on the notebook.
"I won."
Three simple words, but it took Wang Shenglong five or six years to destroy a person just because of these three words.
Each word on the paper is written with great emphasis, and it can be seen that it contains Wang Shenglong's inner emotions.
"Boss Chen, do you still remember the story I told you before?" Wang Hailong was afraid that Chen Ge wouldn't understand, so he quietly approached him: "My brother played a game with ghosts when he was a child, to see who could speak first. This game
It lasted for almost six years, and now judging from the situation, my brother should have won."
After saying this, Wang Hailong lowered his voice and added: "Boss Chen, my brother is recovering from his illness. No matter what he says, you must follow his wishes."
Chen Ge turned his head and glanced at Wang Hailong. This tall and thick man also had a delicate side.
"Your brother is indeed very powerful. As far as I know, many people have played this game, but your brother is the only one who has won the game." Chen Ge held Wang Shenglong's fat hand: "You are amazing."
Waving the pen, Wang Shenglong wrote a few more words in his notebook: "I'm just leaving temporarily. It said it will come back to me."
"Will you come back?" Seeing what Wang Shenglong wrote in his notebook, Chen Ge had a question in his mind: "That monster spent nearly six years with you, why did it suddenly leave?"
"It felt threatened, so it woke up from its slumber and tried to take over my body. When it failed, it left."
"Feel threatened? Is it because of the appearance of Dr. Gao and I?" Chen Ge continued to ask: "When did the monster wake up?"
"Two days ago at three o'clock in the morning." Wang Shenglong answered honestly on the paper.
Looking at the date on the paper, Chen Ge was a little surprised. Two nights ago, he happened to be live broadcasting in the third ward.
"I entered the world behind the door and awakened Men Nan's main personality. Is the monster's awakening related to the third ward?"
Chen Ge thought in his mind and felt that there should be a certain connection between the two, but this was not the main reason.
"That night, before and after the monster left, did you find anything strange or hear any strange sounds?"
"There were sounds of footsteps walking backwards in the corridor."
"Walk backwards?"
Wang Shenglong wrote a lot of words on the paper, but he still couldn't explain clearly, and sweat broke out on his forehead.
"It's okay, this is already a very important clue." Chen Ge didn't understand the difference between the footsteps of walking backwards and the footsteps of normal people. He took out his mobile phone and called Captain Yan in front of the two Wang brothers.
Made a phone call.
"Captain Yan, regarding the case in the third ward, I have obtained another important piece of information. The fugitive patient may have appeared near Haiming's apartment."
The monster on Wang Shenglong sneaked out from behind the door of the third ward. It was out of control and was not with other monsters.
To make that monster feel scared, it is very likely that other monsters in the third ward appeared near it.
The monster inside the door of the third ward can only stay outside the door for a long time if it is attached to a living person. Thinking about it this way, the backward footsteps that Wang Shenglong heard that night were probably made by the patients in the third ward.
Wang Hailong listened to the conversation between Chen Ge and Wang Shenglong. He thought Chen Ge was fooling Wang Shenglong. It wasn't until Chen Ge took out his mobile phone to talk to Team Yan that he panicked.
"What happened? Why did you call the police while we were chatting?"
He suddenly realized the seriousness of the matter, and it seemed that Chen Ge was not joking.
"Boss Chen, what were you talking about just now? The police are coming to Haiming's apartment?" Wang Hailong looked nervous.
"Your brother's story is related to another case. I can only tell you this." Chen Ge said a few more words to Wang Shenglong and got out of the car.
Wang Hailong was worried and chased after him: "Boss Chen, my brother has been staying at home. He has never done anything bad, and it is impossible for him to do anything illegal."
"I know this. To be precise, the monster in your brother's story is related to the case."
"Monster?" Wang Hailong's expression changed, and he didn't know what he was thinking. After a long time, he asked: "Then will my brother be affected? He has suffered too much, and it is difficult for him to speak.
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"Don't worry, it won't affect your brother." Chen Ge glanced inside the car. Wang Shenglong, who was like a hill, was huddled in the corner of the truck. He was hiding in the shadow where the sun couldn't reach him. He was holding a pen in his fat hand, as if he was