This is not a weird story

There is a strange and inexplicable atmosphere in this bedroom.

Huang Yu was already dead. The small scar on his neck was the fatal wound, and there was no blood flowing out, indicating that he had been dead for a while.

But the strange thing is that the corpse is sitting, just like a living person, and someone brings him food every day, including just now.

It's just that the food on the table has turned rancid, but I haven't eaten a bite.

After adjusting his breathing, Wei An approached Huang Yu again and carefully checked whether there were any other injuries on his body. He found that the only wound on his body was on his neck. All other body parts were intact, and the body was not completely stiff. Moreover, Huang Yu's clothes were not stained with any blood.

The candle flame on the table was still beating from time to time. Wei An looked around the bedroom, especially the closet, under the bed, behind the curtains and other hidden places, but found nothing.

He didn't know why Uncle Huang and Aunt Yan wanted to hide themselves, saying that Huang Yu just fell and was resting in the bedroom. I don't know why Huang Yu's body is sitting here, facing the food that was delivered.

The most important thing is that the footsteps next door just now indicate that they have been walking for a long time. If Huang Yu is dead, then who was knocking on the wall just now?

The more he thought about Wei An, the more he felt panicked. He turned around and stepped on his feet, trying not to make any noise and left Huang Yu's room. He closed the door and returned to his guest bedroom next door.

But until dawn the next day, I didn't hear any strange noises from next door.

Aunt Yan knocked on Wei'an's door early in the morning and asked him to come down for breakfast. Wei'an heard her walk into Huang Yu's room next door and seemed to bring breakfast to her son.

Wei An opened the door and came downstairs. At this time, Uncle Huang and Aunt Yan were already sitting at the dining table waiting for him. In the middle of the table were a bowl of steaming egg noodles, as well as several empty bowls and chopsticks.

Wei An didn't move his chopsticks after sitting down, but asked directly: "I haven't seen Huang Yu yet. Is it serious after he fell? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Uncle Huang waved his hand, "It's okay, just a minor injury. My neck was scratched."

"Hey, that's not right!" Aunt Yan said, "I asked him just now, and he said he had met you last night, but he was a little busy at the time and didn't say hello to you."

Wei An was stunned, remembering the weird scene last night, and got goosebumps all over his body.

"Really?" he replied: "Could it be a dream?"

This is not a weird story, so there can be no weirdness. Wei An intuitively knows that both the couple are lying. He just doesn't know why they concealed the death of their son and asked him to investigate this old house.

"Eat breakfast first, and then go to the bedroom to find Xiaoyu." Uncle Huang said.

"Can I go?" Wei An was surprised.

"why not?"

"Then let's go now." Wei An stood up. He wanted to see what the couple was doing.

Wei An walked in front, and the couple followed behind him, but Wei An was also paying attention to every move of the two people.

The three of them quickly arrived at the door of Huang Yu's room. Aunt Yan stepped forward to open the door and said, "Xiao Yu, Wei An is here to see you."

Wei An looked inside the room and saw that the curtains were still open, so the three candles were still lit and the light was dim.

He saw that there was no one on the chair in front of the desk. He looked at the bed again. Huang Yu was wearing the clothes from last night, lying flat on the bed, keeping the look that a dead person should have, not moving at all. The wound can be seen at a glance.

Wei An suspected that Uncle Huang or Aunt Yan moved his body to the bed. He glanced at Huang Yu lying on the bed, then turned to look at Aunt Yan and Uncle Huang, and found that the expressions of these two people were extremely normal, and they did not look normal at all. Something feels wrong.

Wei An pointed to the bed, "This..."

"I'm sorry, he fell asleep." Aunt Yan said with a smile: "I'll call him later. You go and look elsewhere first. I'm sorry to bother you."

Uncle Huang also said: "Maybe Xiaoyu was too tired and didn't get a good rest yesterday. I heard him banging in the house all night long. I'll talk about him after he gets up."

Wei An suddenly realized that maybe the problem was not with Huang Yu's body, but with the couple in front of him.

In their eyes, Huang Yu's body had always been alive, so they treated it exactly like a normal living person. Those obviously extremely abnormal situations seemed normal to them. .

He didn't say anything more, but retreated out of the bedroom with the couple.

While going downstairs, Wei An asked casually: "When did Huang Yu fall?"

"It's been three days." Uncle Huang replied.

Wei An noticed that his expression was normal and he had no intention of hiding anything. He felt even more strange, "How did you fall?"

Uncle Huang recalled: "When I was running in the front yard, I should have stepped on those rotten leaves. My feet slipped and I fell down."

Wei An and his wife quickly arrived at the place where Huang Yu fell, which was right next to the pond he saw through the window upstairs last night.

There are indeed a lot of rotten leaves here, and no one is cleaning them. In addition, it has become slippery after some light rain. It is indeed easy to slip if you accidentally step on the rotten leaves.

Wei An soon discovered that about three or four steps in front of the rotten leaf, there happened to be a small clothes drying line. He said it was a line because this clothes drying line was much slimmer than an ordinary clothes line. If he started from Looking at it from a specific angle, you can't see a line here at all.

Wei An approached the clothes drying line and found that the width of the line was basically the same as the wound on Huang Yu's neck, and that a certain distance on the line turned old red.

Not only that, there were a few strands of sticky stuff hanging on the lines.

Wei An was able to reconstruct the scene where Huang Yu fell. The guy stepped on a slippery rotten leaf and fell forward. His neck was cut open while his neck was hanging on a slender clothes line, and his head was missing.

"Which of you saw him first after he fell?" Wei An asked.

Aunt Yan said: "I saw it first. He had already returned to the bedroom at that time, which scared me a lot, but I felt relieved after seeing that Xiaoyu was okay later."

"Is this okay?!" Wei An muttered to himself.

The conclusion that can be drawn now is that in the eyes of these two men, the dead Huang Yu is still alive. Maybe the two of them were hit so hard that they did not want to believe that Huang Yu had died after the fall.

But the facts are facts. Although the couple did not believe that their son had become a corpse, they still brought him meals every day, let him rest in the bedroom, and took good care of him.

Of course, they also knew that something was wrong, but they couldn't tell what it was, but now that they could consciously invite Wei An, it was a good choice.

"I'll wander around here by myself." Wei An said, "You don't have to stay with me all the time."

After the couple left, Wei An walked around the outside of the old house and found nothing. He entered the house again and saw the couple walking around in the kitchen. He then avoided their sight and went directly to the second floor. .

Arriving at Huang Yu's bedroom door, he opened the door gently and stepped in immediately.

Looking up, Wei An's body shook violently.

Huang Yu, who was clearly lying on the bed just now, was sitting on a chair, and the chair was facing the door, so Huang Yu seemed to be looking at him.