This is not a weird story

"What are you doing here?" A woman who looked a few years older than Yang Huiqing asked her.

This woman just happened to come over to pick up the incense candles placed in the corner, and saw Yang Huiqing standing not far from the door of the viewing room, with an unnatural look on her face.

However, the woman had no doubts about Yang Huiqing's identity. In her mind, she considered Yang Huiqing to be her friend.

Yang Huiqing immediately replied: "I have been sitting for a long time, and there are too many people over there, so there is more space here to move around."

The woman didn't suspect anything, she just nodded: "I'll call you later when it's time for dinner. Well, where is your brother?"

"He went to the bathroom." Yang Huiqing pointed outside.

At this moment, Yang Huiqing saw the candy bar phone she was holding in her raised hand. She had an idea and asked, "By the way, has her phone been used by one of you?"

"Whose?" The woman didn't react for a moment.

Yang Huiqing pointed to the room where she admired.

The woman reacted and suddenly realized: "Oh, no one can use her mobile phone. We have sealed her number so that no one will use it in the future. This is her lifelong number and it is private property, so I specifically applied to the telecommunications company to seal it. of."

"Can it still be done like this?" Yang Huiqing was stunned, "That means no one can get through this number now?"

"My mobile phone number has been blocked, so I won't be able to get through to you!"

The woman looked suspicious at Yang Huiqing. She took out her mobile phone and skillfully dialed the strange number that Yang Huiqing was familiar with.

He put it to his ear and listened, then turned on the hands-free, and a prompt sound "The number you dialed has been stopped" immediately came out.

Yang Huiqing felt scared. She had clearly dialed the number just now and talked to the person over there, but now she found that the number could not be dialed!

The woman turned off the phone and said: "My father was very possessive when he was alive. He never allowed others to use his own things. We were beaten a lot when we were young..."

Yang Huiqing was a little confused when she heard this: "Your dad?"

"Well, my dad." The woman pointed to the viewing room and continued: "The doctor said that because he had a weird temper and cared about everything, he couldn't let go of his heart even when he was sick, which accelerated the deterioration of his condition."

After saying these words, the woman took the incense candle and went to do other things, leaving Yang Huiqing standing there in shock.

"Male? Is the deceased a man?" She kept thinking in her mind.

Suddenly Yang Huiqing woke up from a dream. If the deceased was a man, why did he put a hairpin in his hair? Why does he, a man, wear hairpins?

"No, something is wrong! My brother can't insert that hairpin!"

Yang Huiqing turned around and ran to the viewing room.

Admire the interior.

Yang Jingpeng carefully inserted the hairpin into the semi-circular hair of the middle-aged female corpse. Just as the hairpin came closer, he suddenly saw the female corpse's mouth opened slightly, the corners of her mouth formed an arc, and her face was extremely stiff. He actually smiled.

Yang Jingpeng was so frightened that he involuntarily took a step back and stepped on the foot of the person behind him. He quickly turned around and saw a man wearing a shroud standing behind him with his eyes closed.

This man seemed to be in his early sixties when he died. He was slightly obese. Although his eyes were closed, you could clearly see that the fat on his face was trembling slightly, as if he was very angry.

The next second, the man suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Yang Jingpeng's neck.

Yang Jingpeng failed to dodge, and saw the man still closing his eyes and opening his mouth, with a large amount of stench spurting out of his mouth, approaching him.

He quickly stretched out his hand to touch the other person's fat body, but his strength was obviously not as strong as the man's. He was quickly pressed down by the man, and his back hit the ice coffin.

The woman lying in the ice coffin seemed to move at this moment, and soon Yang Jingpeng felt a cold feeling on the back of his neck, and an unusually cold finger touched his skin.

"Let...let him go!"

Yang Huiqing's trembling voice sounded. After she ran in, she was frightened by the scene in front of her. She was trembling all over. Although she was shouting like this, she did not dare to come close.

The slightly obese man wearing a shroud in front of him is obviously the deceased who should be in the ice coffin, but who is the person wearing the hairpin in the ice coffin at this moment?

And it seemed that he and Yang Jingpeng had helped the wrong person. This hairpin should not be worn on the head of the man in the ice coffin.

She didn't dare to get close, so she quickly ran to the door of the viewing room and shouted to the outside of the mourning hall: "It's a fake corpse! Oh no, it's a fake corpse!"

There were noises everywhere outside the mourning hall. As Yang Huiqing shouted, all the sounds suddenly disappeared.

One by one, they turned to look at her.

Soon the Taoist priest standing in the mourning hall was pushed to the front, holding a peach wood sword, and half pushed to the viewing room. He only took a look inside. He was so frightened that he threw the peach wood sword far away, turned around and ran outside. .

The two disciples who followed him also fled immediately, and the others turned pale with fright. Some saw the horrific scene in the viewing room, some did not even dare to look at it, and they all fled the mourning hall. No one dared to go in. rescue.

"Mom, hasn't my mother been mad at my father for a long time? Why are you here?"

The woman who had just communicated with Yang Huiqing was trembling all over, and ran out in panic while talking uncontrollably.

Yang Huiqing vaguely heard her words and wanted to run with the others, but her brother was pressed by the fat man and couldn't escape. Moreover, the female body lying in the ice coffin had already sat up and was turning outside the coffin. fall.

It seems that the two strange people who appeared in the mourning room are a couple. The woman has been dead for a long time, and the man is the deceased in the mourning hall. I just don’t know why the situation is happening at this moment! Why are there two dead?

Just as everyone including the Taoist priests ran out of the mourning hall, a young man approached Yang Huiqing and dragged her into the mourning room while people were rushing out.

This young man is Wei An.

He quickly glanced at the scene inside and saw that Yang Jingpeng, who was being held down by the fat man wearing a shroud, was still resisting him. It seemed that he was not in danger yet.

He immediately asked Yang Huiqing: "What level of weird story is this?"

"E-level..." Yang Huiqing didn't know why the other party asked this, but she vaguely guessed that this young man might be the person Yang Jingpeng met just now, so she answered hurriedly and tremblingly.

"For E-level and above ghost stories, you can't just follow the mission hastily. Instead, you must learn to analyze some hidden information." Wei An quickly walked to the suppressed Yang Jingpeng.

A fear spread from his body. Although the feeling of fear was not strong, the two weird ones could still be felt immediately.

Fatty Shroud immediately let go of Yang Jingpeng's hand and backed away.

The body of the woman who had just fallen out of the ice coffin also lay on the ground and did not lift her body for the time being.

Wei An took the opportunity to help Yang Jingpeng up. Seeing that there were no injuries on his body, he said, "Since you chose to take the hairpin, why not use it on the spot?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed Yang Jingpeng's right hand that had been holding the hairpin, then pointed the tip of the hairpin at the head of the fat man in shrouds, pressed Yang Jingpeng's hand and thrust it in.