this is not a joke

Chapter 23 Selected Ghost Story Begins

In a blink of an eye, it was the day when the selected ghost story happened.

On the first day, Wei An found that his mother, who seemed to have relaxed, began to fidget all day, and most likely did not even fall asleep at night.

Wen Qiong sat by the bed with a sad and tired face. In order to avoid being discovered by her son that she had not had a good rest, she put on a very light makeup before leaving the bedroom, just enough to cover her tired face.

Wei Zhengdong originally wanted to accompany Wen Qiong to the vegetable market, but Wei An stopped him and just asked him to wait for the good news of the return of the mother and son.

Wen Qiong once asked Wei An, what would happen if he didn't go to the vegetable market today?
Wei An didn't know what was going to happen, but he knew there would be very bad consequences.

The reply from the authority confirmed his guess, saying that if the participant did not show up at the designated time and place, although the specific consequences could not be known, the participant would definitely be in fatal danger.

So Wen Qiong and other participants had to go to the vegetable market.

On the previous day, the management authority had deployed control around the vegetable market and installed several surveillance cameras.

This vegetable market does not have an official name. The people nearby all call it "Chalukou Vegetable Market" because it is located at a three-way intersection, and the traffic is very convenient. In addition, it is relatively close to the community where Wei'an is located, and it only takes 10 minutes to walk. Minutes, so Wen Qiong always buys vegetables here.

The mother and son soon came to the entrance of the vegetable market. Meng Yibo and Wang Zhen walked over and handed Wei An a pair of portable headphones for him to put on.

"You've already experienced two strange talks. You can go in with your mother, but if anything happens, please use the earphone to notify me as soon as possible." Meng Yibo said.

"What?" Wen Qiong was startled, and looked at her son, "An An, didn't you only encounter a strange story once?"

Wei An gave Meng Yibo a blank look, and replied to Wen Qiong: "Bo Ge is usually too busy, so he must have remembered the strange stories of other people's experience on my head."

"Oh, yes, I misremembered." Meng Yibo nodded quickly.

At the same time, Meng Yibo was also secretly thinking about it. He remembered that when Wei An met him for the first time, he called him "Brother Meng". He was very respectful and comfortable.

When we met again, he was called "Brother Yibo", which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Now I come and go twice, and I have been called "Boge" directly, which sounds weird.I don't know if I will change other names in the future, what does this kid want to call himself?
"Bobo, it's almost time, so let's go first." Wei An changed his words again at this time, with a strange tone, as if implying the hatred just now.

Meng Yibo froze in place, unable to react, mainly because he never thought that Wei An was talking to him.

Seeing Wei'an walking slowly into the farm with his mother on his arm, before Meng Yibo could answer, he heard Wang Zhen next to him asking, "Team leader, was he calling you just now?"

"Go back to monitor!" Meng Yibo turned around with embarrassment and walked towards the monitoring room.

Wang Zhen followed behind him with a dazed expression.

After the two entered the monitoring room, there were already six people sitting here. Two of them were staff members from another group of the Administration Bureau, and the other two were from the Public Security Bureau, who were responsible for temporarily adding reinforcements.

There were two other men, one of whom was sitting in a corner with his head bowed slightly, taciturn. They were Jian Hui, the only investigator of the Zhoucheng Wei Tan Administration, and the other was his assistant sent by the Administration to serve Jian Hui.

Meng Yibo looked at the surveillance system that was operating normally.

At this time, the entire vegetable market is still in operation, pedestrians come and go, and it is not closed because of the upcoming ghost talk event. Even after the ghost talk event occurs, other passers-by who are not participants may not necessarily know that there has been a ghost talk here.

Therefore, knowing that the strange talk has no effect on other people, there is no need to panic and spread fear.

However, the area over the raw meat stall has been blocked, and the posted notice said that the raw meat stall area will be temporarily renovated and temporarily closed.

After watching the surveillance, Meng Yibo quickly turned his gaze to Jian Hui who was sitting in the corner, and spoke softer than when facing his assistant Wang Zhen: "Jian Hui, how are you? Do you need this weird talk?" try it?"

Jian Hui has completed his own four strange talks so far, but he has also accepted the order of the management bureau and entered two other strange talks on his own initiative.

Once, I entered an E-level strange talk with other investigators in other cities. There were many investigators at that time, so the completion was smooth.

The other time was when Jian Hui was possessed by a non-chief, and he ran into an occasional F-level strange talk, but they all completed it smoothly.

This time Jian Hui looked at the analysis report of the management authority, especially the four eye-catching words "Above D-level" on the report, his eyes were a little dazed.

This level of weird talk is too difficult even for him who has a lot of experience!

Originally, the management bureau had applied for additional investigators to assist, but investigators from nearby cities either had no time, or had already been dispatched and could not arrive.

Now if this strange story is only D-level, it’s okay, at least the people who participated in it are still prepared, but what if the strange story is not D-level, but C-level or even B-level?
Jian Hui is not at all sure about dealing with strange stories above D level.

But now, as the only investigator in Zhoucheng, he can't be too obvious that he wants to retreat. At least he should give people the appearance that he has worked hard but has to give up because of the gap between his strength and experience.

So Jian Hui was meditating in the corner, and in the eyes of others, he revealed an unfathomable sense of coldness, aloofness, and incompatibility with ordinary human beings.

Hearing Meng Yibo asking himself, that is, which pot should not be opened and which pot should be lifted, Jian Hui first greeted Meng Yibo's ancestors in his heart, then raised his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "I just deliberately stopped at the butcher shop. I walked around and didn’t feel anything, maybe this time even if I have a special job, I won’t be able to get in.”

After a pause, he continued: "You should know that whether you can be sucked in or not depends on luck, not just anyone with a special occupation can be sucked into the ghost story."

The others are just from the Administration Bureau and have never experienced strange talks, so they just nodded upon hearing the words, Meng Yibo touched his burning ears, and suggested: "Then you can go to the raw meat stall later. , to see if it is possible that the strange talk did not sense you."

After saying this, Meng Yibo suddenly felt that his ears became hotter and redder.

Jian Hui's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was still low: "Uh... the butcher's shop is not far from our place, even if I sit here, I can sense the strange talk if I really want to. But now that the time has passed, it seems that I can't go in .”

As soon as the words were finished, the assistant sitting next to him immediately reminded in a low voice: "Brother Hui, your sense of time is wrong again, the strange talk hasn't started yet."

"Ah!" Jian Hui was stunned for a while, and with a rare smile, he explained to the big guys: "I'm sorry, since the last strange talk, if I don't look at my watch, sometimes my understanding of the time is half a beat, or No, it’s half a beat slow.”

Meng Yibo touched his forehead at this time, and said to himself: "I wonder if Wei'an activated his special profession after experiencing the second strange talk?"

He remembered that the report submitted by Wei An did not seem to mention this content.

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