Chapter six hundred and eighty nine strange death in sleep
what happened?
The old lady was a little confused.
But she still knocked on the door and asked loudly what happened to her son.
There was silence in the bedroom, and there was no reply. She then thought that maybe her son had dreamed about something happy while taking a nap.
But just as she was about to turn around, laughter burst into the room again!
And the strange thing is that this voice is obviously her son's, but it makes her feel a little strange. Now the old lady feels a little uneasy, and knocks on the door hard, but only laughter comes from inside, and there is no movement of the door opening.
Finally, she found the key, unlocked the door and entered the bedroom.
The old lady found her son lying upright on the bed, obviously sleeping with his eyes closed, but with his mouth wide open, letting out bursts of laughter that seemed almost crazy.
It was as if the mouth was out of control and laughing on its own.
She was frightened.
He rushed forward to wake up his son. As soon as he reached the bedside, the guy sat up straight, like a zombie. Then he opened his eyes!
There were only whites in the eyes, which looked so eerie that the old lady screamed in fright and subconsciously took a few steps back. Her son suddenly turned his head and faced his mother, with a weird smile on his lips...
…Then blood slowly flowed out from his seven orifices.
At this time, the old lady was completely scared out of her mind and quickly called the police. When the police arrived, the guy was already dead...
Fu Yang currently knows so much about this strange incident of sudden death in his sleep. For more detailed information, he can only ask the poor old lady. Although it would be cruel to let the old man recall the details and related information of his son's death again,
But because of his job responsibilities, Fu Yang had nothing to do.
He bought a beautiful fruit basket at the fruit stall at the entrance of the community, and followed the information he received and headed towards the old lady's house.
Building 4, 404.
This number is really unlucky.
Holding a fruit basket, he stood in front of Door 404. Fu Yang coughed a few times, then straightened his clothes, tried to put on as friendly a smile as possible, and rang the doorbell.
With the sound of the iron door creaking, a wrinkled face appeared in front of him. His eyes were a little dull, his hair was completely white, and he looked to be at least seventy or eighty years old. The death of his son completely devastated him.
This poor woman.
Who are you looking for?
asked the haggard old lady.
Fu Yang quickly put on a smile on his face: "Hey, hello, aunt. My name is Fu Yang. I am a friend of Deng Long (the real name of the deceased). I was on a business trip abroad and heard the bad news as soon as I came back. I came to see you.
"
He lied a little, but of course his expression and tone were very sincere and natural, with a little sadness.
The old lady gave Fu Yang a steady look and sighed.
"Aaron's friend? Then, come in." As he said this, he opened the door and let him enter the house.
I don't know if it was an illusion or something else, but when he stepped into the house, Fu Yang felt inexplicably that the temperature inside seemed to be four to five degrees lower than outside.
"Perhaps it's just because there are strange deaths in the house and it becomes a haunted house. Is it a psychological effect?"
Fu Yang comforted himself like this.
I don't know why, but he always felt a little uneasy when he came out to collect news this time.
Fu Yang shook his head and drove this thought out of his mind: "If there are really ghosts in this world, then when I was a child, I played around with the skeletons that fell out of the graves. I have been pursuing such supernatural horror events for the past two years. Why?
Never encountered this before?"
Entering the house, he looked up and saw a black and white portrait hanging on the wall, surrounded by white paper flowers, a memorial tablet and some incense, wax, and fruits on the floor.
This old lady actually turned her home into a mourning hall!
Although it was broad daylight, the whole room seemed gloomy and gloomy, making people feel uneasy and uncomfortable.
The old lady arranged for Fu Yang to sit down on the sofa, while she went to the kitchen to wash some fruits.
He took the opportunity to take out his mobile phone and took a lot of photos of the entire living room, then went back and sifted through the photos.
"Xiao Fu, come and eat some fruit. I didn't expect that my poor son still has some friends." The old lady handed over an apple, and she couldn't help wiping her tears. No matter how bad she is, it's still her.
's son.
Fu Yang took the apple, tried to look sad, and said in a low voice: "Auntie, what does the police say about Brother Deng Long?"
The old lady looked sad: "What else can I say? The police came, took my son's body back for inspection, and found nothing. They just said that the possibility of homicide was ruled out, and the specific circumstances still need to be determined.
Just wait and see.”
"Then, did Brother Deng Long do anything special or abnormal before his unfortunate death? I am his good friend, so I can't let him leave without knowing anything. The police are useless, and I have to do it myself.
figure out!"
Having said this, Fu Yang waved his fist in anger.
"Abnormal behavior? The police asked me this before, but I really can't think of anything else."
The old lady held her forehead and thought for a while, then shook her head.
Fu Yang couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. As a result, he lost a lot of exciting information that readers would be interested in. Do he have to compile it himself again?
"Auntie, think about it carefully, have Brother Deng come into contact with any special people?" - He guessed that this might be a murder case using hypnosis, so he wanted to see if Deng Long might have come into contact with some people who could use hypnosis.
of.
Unexpectedly, the old lady shook her head again and still said no, saying that her son was a standard homebody. He would not go out for a long time and had few friends; and even if he did go out to meet any friends, he would not be able to do so.
Tell yourself. Mother and son usually have very little time to talk.
Said! Is there really no shocking information that can be dug up about today’s matter?
He felt a little frustrated. At this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Fu Yang was startled.
I took out my phone and looked at the caller ID. It was an unfamiliar number.
Normally, he would just hang up on a number he didn't recognize. But today, for some unknown reason, he actually picked up the call.
"Hello, who are you looking for?" Fu Yang was quite polite.
There were bursts of electric current coming from the other end of the phone, maybe the signal was not good.
He held the phone and waited for about two or three seconds, but there was still no movement in the receiver.
"Maybe it's some kind of prank."
Just as he was about to hang up, a hoarse and old voice came from the phone.
"Are you Fu Yang? Are you in Building No. 4 of Tiangong Community? You must leave there before 12 noon. Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences!"
The voice coming out of the receiver had a threatening tone, and he hung up after saying that. Fu Yang was left holding the phone in confusion.
What's going on? How could I receive a phone call out of nowhere from someone I don't recognize, whose voice sounds like someone I don't recognize, and yet he actually knows his whereabouts and is told to leave before twelve o'clock?
"Xiao Fu, what's wrong? Is this a call from your work? If you're busy with work, go back and don't have to accompany me, an old woman. Alas, this is life..."
The old lady's words interrupted Fu Yang's trance. He couldn't find any valuable information, so he suggested that he want to take a look in Deng Long's bedroom to reminisce about it, and then leave. (End of Chapter 4)