What's going on?

The old lady was a little confused.

But she still knocked on the door and asked her son what was wrong.

There was silence in the bedroom, without any response. She thought that it might be that her son had dreamed of something happy when he had taken a nap.

But just as she was about to turn around, laughter came from the room again!

And strangely, this was obviously the voice of her son, but it made her feel a little unfamiliar. The old lady felt a little uneasy and knocked on the door hard, but only laughter came from inside, and there was no movement to open the door.

In the end, she found the key and opened the door and locked it into the bedroom.

The old lady found her son lying straight on the bed, clearly sleeping with her eyes closed, but her mouth was wide open and bursts of laughter were coming.

It was like the mouth was uncontrollable and smiling at one's own heart.

She was frightened.

He rushed forward and wanted to wake up his son. As soon as he arrived at the bed, the guy sat up straight, like a zombie. Then he opened his eyes!

There were only whites in the eyes, which looked gloomy and terrifying. The old lady was so scared that she screamed and subconsciously took several steps back. Her son suddenly turned his head and showed a strange smile to his mother's mouth...and then blood slowly flowed out of his orifices.

The old lady was completely scared and she hurriedly called the police. By the time the police arrived, the guy was already dead...

Fu Yang knows so much about this strange sudden death in his sleep. For more detailed information, I can only ask the poor old lady. Although it is cruel to let the old man recall the details of his son's death and related information again, Fu Yang has no choice but to do what he does.

He bought an exquisite fruit basket at the fruit stall at the entrance of the community, and he followed the information he obtained to head towards the old lady's house.

Building 404.

This number is really not auspicious.

He stood in front of the 404th door with a fruit basket. Fu Yang coughed a few times, then tidied up his clothes, trying to show a friendly smile as much as possible. He rang the doorbell.

Accompanied by a creaking iron door, a wrinkled face appeared in front of him. His eyes were a little dull, his head was completely white, and he looked at least seventy or eighty years old. The death of his son completely defeated the poor woman.

Who are you looking for?

The haggard old lady asked.

Fu Yang quickly filled his smile on his face: "Hey, Hello Aunt. My name is Fu Yang, and it is the real name of Deng Long's deceased). He was on a business trip outside the country before, but when he came back, he heard bad news. Come and see you."

He lie a little, of course his expression and tone were very sincere and natural, and he was a little sad.

The old lady looked at Fu Yang calmly and sighed.

"Aaron's friend? Then, come in." As he said, he opened the door and let him enter the room.

I don’t know if it was an illusion or what happened, but when I stepped into the room, Fu Yang felt inexplicably that the temperature inside seemed to be four or five degrees lower than the outside.

"Maybe it was just because someone died strangely in the house and became a haunted house. Is it a psychological effect?"

Fu Yang comforted himself like this.

For some reason, he always felt a little uneasy when he came out to collect the field trip.

Fu Yang shook his head and drove this thought out: "If there are really ghosts in this world, then when I was a child, I played with the skeletons falling from the graves everywhere in the graves. I have been pursuing such supernatural thrillers for the past two years. Why have I never encountered such supernatural thrillers?"

When he entered the room, he looked up and saw a black and white portrait hanging on the wall, next to it was white paper flowers, as well as spiritual positions and some fragrance, wax, and fruits placed on the floor.

This old lady actually turned her home into a mourning hall!

Although it was broad daylight, the whole room seemed yin and irritating, making people feel uncomfortable.

The old lady arranged for Fu Yang to sit down on the sand, while she went to the kitchen to wash some fruits.

He took the opportunity to take out his cell phone, took care of the scene in the entire living room, and then sifted through the photos when he went back.

"Little fu, come and eat some fruit. I didn't expect that my poor son is still some friends." The old lady handed over an apple, and she couldn't help but wipe her tears. No matter how she was bastard, she was still her own son.

Fu Yang took the apple and tried to make himself look sad. He said in a low voice: "Auntie, what is the police saying about Brother Deng Long?"

The old lady looked sad: "What else can I say? The police came and took my son's body back for inspection, but no results were found. She just said that the possibility of killing was ruled out, and the specific situation would be waited for a while."

"Then, did Brother Deng Long have any special or abnormal actions before his unfortunate death? I am his good friend, so I can't let him leave inexplicably. The police are useless, I must figure it out myself!"

Speaking of this, Fu Yang waved his fist indignation.

"Abnormal behavior? The police have asked this before, but I really can't think of it."

The old lady held her forehead and thought for a while, then shook her head.

Fu Yang couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. This way, there were fewer heavy information that readers were interested in. Do you have to compile it yourself again?

"Aunt, think about it carefully. Have Brother Deng ever come into contact with some special people?" - He guessed in his heart that this was probably a murder case using hypnosis, so he wanted to see if Deng Long could come into contact with some hypnotic methods.

Unexpectedly, the old lady shook her head again and said that she didn't have any, saying that her son was a standard otaku. She never went out once for a long time and had few friends. And even if she really went out to meet some friends, she would never tell her. The mother and son usually talked very little.

I said! Is there really no horrible information to dig in this matter today?

I felt a little depressed. At this moment, the phone in my pocket suddenly rang, which scared Fu Yang.

I took out my cell phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

Generally speaking, he would just hang up such numbers that he didn't recognize. But today, he took it if he didn't know why, but he was so stupid.

"Hello, who do you want?" Fu Yang was still quite polite.

There were bursts of electric current sounds coming from the other end of the phone, which may be that the signal was a bit bad.

He held his phone and waited for about two or three seconds, but there was still no movement in the receiver.

"Maybe it's a prank."

Just as he was about to hang up, a somewhat hoarse and old voice came from his phone.

"Are you Fu Yang? You are in Building 4, Tiangong Community? You must leave there before twelve o'clock. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences!"

The sound from the receiver was a bit intimidating, and after that, he hung up. The rest was holding up the phone with Fu Yang inexplicably.

What's the situation? How could I inexplicably receive a call I don't know, and the person I don't know even when I hear the sound, I actually know my whereabouts and ask me to leave here before twelve o'clock?

"Xiao Fu, what's wrong? Is it the phone call from the unit? If you are busy with work, go back and don't have to accompany me, the old woman. Oh, this is fate..."

The old lady's words interrupted Fu Yang's trance. He could not find any valuable information, so he suggested that he wanted to go to Deng Long's bedroom to take a look, which could be regarded as a memory, and then leave. Chapter 4 is over)

Today is still regular 4 updates. Tomorrow is Monday, and the updates of the main rewards will be resumed! Tomorrow 5 updates~ See you tomorrow
Chapter completed!