This is not a weird story - Chapter 393 The second one

Suddenly hearing this sound coming from the house, Uncle Qian and Assistant Huang, who were hiding behind the sofa, and Assistant Huang behind the bedroom door were startled. A chill that they had never experienced before spread throughout their bodies, and goosebumps appeared.

Because it is not in a ghost story, but in the real world, this fear becomes more real.

It wasn’t actually cold in the room at this moment, but both of them felt cold in their hearts. Assistant Huang behind the door couldn’t help but his hands began to tremble.

He could just see the scene in the middle of the living room through the crack in the door, and saw an old and blurry figure standing in front of the coffee table. The old man seemed to be holding a comb in his hand.

The old woman who had been looking for a comb seemed to have found what she wanted, but she just hadn’t found Laoguan yet.

After she said something, seeing no one answered her, she raised her hand and started combing her hair with a comb.

It was like a horn comb, scraping against the scalp and making a swishing sound. It pulled out a lot of the dirty and messy hair on the old woman’s head. A large amount of hair was scraped on the comb. This scene made people panic. .

The old woman turned her head towards the corner of the sofa, as if she knew exactly where Uncle Qian was at the moment, and then turned to look at the door of the bedroom, as if she also knew where Assistant Huang was hiding.

She stayed for a moment and walked towards the corner of the sofa.

Uncle Qian’s heart was in his throat. As the footsteps gradually approached, he suppressed his trembling hands and opened the bottle containing the black dog’s blood.

What he was unsure about now was whether this thing would work or not, and the group next door had obviously failed, which increased his chances of failure now.

As footsteps approached, a head with disheveled and dirty hair appeared from above the corner of the sofa, accompanied by a strange sound coming from the throat.

At this moment, the footsteps of several people sounded outside the room. It should be that colleagues from other groups took this opportunity to come to support.

Uncle Qian felt a little more confident. When he looked up, he saw the dark head on top of his head completely appeared in front of his eyes, and the hanging hair almost touched his forehead.

He didn’t care about anything, quickly stood up against the wall, and sprayed the head with the black dog blood in his hand.

Almost half of the black dog’s blood was sprinkled on the old woman’s head and body.

At the same time, Uncle Qian quickly jumped over the back of the sofa, stepped on the sofa, walked around the coffee table, and shouted: “Come and help!”

At this time, he discovered that after the black dog’s blood was spilled, it was only stained on the old woman’s body, and there seemed to be no other abnormal reactions.

Assistant Huang ran out immediately. Uncle Qian had already opened the door, and at a glance he saw other fellow investigators rushing outside the door.

After someone saw the old woman, they immediately raised their guns and fired three times. Two of the shots hit the target. Others also took the black donkey hooves, peach wood swords, Buddhist beads, jade Buddha, Sanqing statues, etc. came out and showed it in front of the old woman.

The old woman was shot twice but acted as if nothing had happened, and was indifferent to other objects. Just when she was about to catch up to the door, the investigator holding a sharp knife carved with a charm stepped forward and stabbed the old woman in the chest, directly killing her. Its body poked through, but no light shone.

The next second he was hugged by the old woman and dragged into the house.

During this process, Uncle Qian saw with his own eyes that the old woman’s feet had already stepped on the life-extinguishing curse that had been drawn in advance, and even broke a cinnabar pen, but it had no effect.

After the panicked investigator was carried into the house by the old woman, the living room door closed on its own with a bang. The investigator let out a heart-rending scream, during which the old woman’s old voice could still be heard.

“Have you… seen Laoguan?”

No one dared to approach this room anymore, because everyone’s weapons and tools were used, but no effect could be seen at all.

A moment later, Assistant Huang screamed in panic before he could run out. Uncle Qian kicked the living room door twice and was immediately grabbed by other colleagues.

Someone lowered his voice and said quickly: “It’s useless, let’s leave! Otherwise no one can run away!”

Uncle Qian was quickly held back by two people and left the gate of the community.

…

In the early morning of the next day, the Central City Administration Bureau where Wei An was located received the results of the failed operation in Fucheng.

Facts have proven that the methods used to deal with ghosts in the real world are completely ineffective against this monster. It may be that the items in the ghost stories are really needed to be effective, but there is no solution to this.

Fortunately, the weird old woman seemed to follow the rules of the ghost story. She only wandered in the current community. During this period, the sniper secretly hit her twice. Although she could not be killed, she still did not leave the community.

As long as they don’t come out and run around, this community can be regarded as a ghost story area in the world of ghost stories, and it’s okay to seal it all off and don’t get close to it for the time being.

But at this moment, everyone in the Bureau began to panic, because even if the weirdness is the most common and weakest, humans are completely helpless.

Although Wei An is also paying attention to this, he and Pei Na have been investigating the reason for Wei Zhengdong’s disappearance in the past few days, and trying to understand the mechanism of the strange stories that continue to break out in Heng’ai City, or what the rules are, and why they are different from others. The strange stories in the city are different. What is the special place?

He even went to the nearby Hengai City with the administration’s convoy.

Through the telescope, we could see the currently deserted camp from a distance, but no one dared to get close because they were worried that the scope of the inhalation of ghost stories was expanding.

Wei An hesitated to get closer and take a look. He asked Pei Na for her opinion, but Pei Na refused, saying that doing so was dangerous because even people like Wei Zhengdong who had been unable to enter the ghost story for ten thousand years were sucked in. , which shows that the ghost stories here are extremely terrifying, and there may even be A-level ghost stories appearing in Hengai City!

After calling Wen Qiong, Wei An expressed his thoughts, but was also rejected by Wen Qiong, telling him not to take risks. She was already worried about Wei Zhengdong’s safety, and now she no longer wanted to worry about her son.

After Wei An returned to Central City, he began to try to use dreams to see if he could communicate with his father in the strange stories.

After all, Wei Zhengdong’s physique is the same as his own, which is extremely special. It’s not certain that he can actually see him in his dream.

After trying this for about a week, the search for Wei Zhengdong has not yet yielded results.

However, the Central City Administration suddenly received a request for help from the Public Security Bureau, saying that it had received a report from the Central Hospital: Something strange happened in the hospital’s morgue!

The Management Bureau immediately contacted Fucheng’s strange rumors and immediately asked the Public Security Bureau to block all news, and then emptied the Central Hospital and sealed it.

The newly formed task force quickly took over the hospital from the Sheriff’s Department.

“Team Leader Zhang, I would like to apply to join the task force.” Wei An found the leader of the task force through the office director.

In fact, he had submitted his personal information to the task force the day before.

Team leader Zhang Shiqing had just finished reading his information at this moment. According to the standards, Wei An was fully qualified to join the task force, but he also wanted to ask the bureau for their opinions.

“Your conditions are actually completely met, but you are not an investigator from the central city, so I want to ask for the opinion from above.”

Wei An nodded: “You can ask Director Yue, sorry for bothering you.”

His idea of ​​joining the task force now is very simple. If the ghost story can be published, can his plot editor be opened in it?

Just because the inventory cannot be used does not mean that the editor cannot be used.