Aoba Office

"Hey, hey, hey, you mean..." The thin man looked surprised, shook his body, and pointed at his legs, "She took her legs... and this should be discovered, right?"

Yu Chuanfeng shook his head, "No. I was the only one who saw it. She... Grandma Wu couldn't feel any pain at all. She rubbed her legs like that for a long time, and her whole leg... She was cooking later, but I didn't see... I ran away ...I hid in the room until it was time to eat...Dinner was radish and pork ribs soup, with radish in it, but...but I saw blood on the radish...I don't know...she changed clothes before going to bed, I took a peek and saw that her legs were fine..."

Yu Chuanfeng bit his lip.

"Do you think something is wrong with you?" I felt a little pity.

After reading too much of Aoba's files, I know that this is a common reaction of ordinary people when encountering supernatural events. They will think that they are the ones with the problem.

I also had this doubt at the beginning. But what I encountered cannot be explained from a scientific perspective. Instead, it has been confirmed time and time again in reality that there are indeed supernatural events. I don’t experience this kind of self-doubt much.

Yu Chuanfeng is still very young, about 14 or 15 years old. He lowered his head, his soft hair hanging down.

"I can't guarantee you now that there is something wrong with Brother Zheng's mother." I said after considering it.

I am not willing to give this boy some kind of affirmation at this time. If you get it wrong, this can undoubtedly cause a lot of trouble.

Chen Xiaoqiu asked: "Have you ever encountered anything similar?"

Yu Chuanfeng sniffed and raised his head, his eyes a little red.

"No. I just went to my uncle's house during the summer vacation and saw the fifth grandmother... I told them all, and they all said that I saw it wrong and thought I was just fooling around. But I really saw it. Those meals, there are The smell... I have been using my pocket money to buy biscuits these days. I called my parents, and they also... I, I..." Yu Chuanfeng bit his lip again.

I looked at the other four people, and then at Yukawa Peak.

"Brother Zheng's mother is in the hospital now, so she won't be responsible for your meal. Don't worry. Relax first. We will ask our friends to take a look at this matter. You heard the call just now." I comforted This boy.

Yu Chuanfeng nodded, "Can I have your phone number?"

"Of course." I agreed.

Yu Chuanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and exchanged contact information with me.

He did not take his phone back immediately, but hesitated for a while, "I took a photo of something..."

I was a little surprised.

Yu Chuanfeng turned on the video player.

The video screen is a little shaken and not very clear.

Yu Chuanfeng's own breathing sounded a little loud, probably because he was close to his mobile phone while filming.

The picture shows a kitchen.

An old lady is busy in the kitchen. Like most old ladies of this age, she dyed her hair black, but because it had been a while since the last time she dyed her hair, there were some silver strands in the black hair. She was wearing a floral skirt, had a bloated figure, and her steps and bending movements were a bit slow.

On the gas stove, there is a pot boiling water.

The old lady washed the vegetables and started chopping them again.

The sound of "duoduoduo" is very rhythmic.

She poured the chopped things into the pot, went to the refrigerator and took out a box of tofu.

There was nothing unusual in this busy process.

I glanced at Yukawa Peak.

Yu Chuanfeng looked nervous, pursed his lips, gritted his teeth, and tightened the muscles of his cheeks and jaw.

The old lady turned her back to the camera, blocking the sink. She was probably cutting tofu, and the speed of the knife falling was slower than before, once and for all, but it was still very rhythmic.

I heard something wrong from the continuous sound.

Duo... Duo... Duo... Duo... Duo!

The sound ranged from soft to loud, accompanied by the sound of bones breaking.

Ikukawa Mine's gasping sound disappeared in the video. He must have been holding his breath.

Finally, the old lady put down the kitchen knife, and just like before, she picked up the chopping board and poured all the vegetables on the chopping board into the pot.

This time, her movements were a little unsteady.

When she turned slightly sideways and the items on the chopping board were revealed to the camera, I saw something red and flesh-colored.

Guo Yujie exclaimed in surprise, "Is that a finger?"

Yu Chuanfeng shivered. He must have shivered a little while filming, as the video was shaking.

"Have you shown it to anyone else?" I asked Yukawa Feng.

Yu Chuanfeng nodded vigorously, with a sad face, "But they all said no... They said I saw it wrong, there were no fingers. They said what I saw might be something on the chopping board."

The chopping board used by the old lady in the video is not an old-style wooden chopping board, but a patterned plastic chopping board. There are indeed some patterns on it.

The video taken by Yu Chuanfeng is not very clear. He should have filmed it secretly in the room. Although his mobile phone is a good brand, it is not a model with a particularly good camera.

When the video is paused and zoomed in, it becomes even blurrier. What originally looked like a finger now looks like a mosaic, and you can't tell what it is.

"What happens after that? Is her finger still there?" the thin man asked.

Yu Chuanfeng nodded.

I kind of suspect that Zheng Wei's mother is dead and is now a ghost. But from the video, I can't tell this at all, there is no yin. This is similar to the situation at fried chicken restaurants. I increasingly suspect that these two things are connected. But there is no good way to solve this matter immediately.

The five of us calmly descended on Yukawa Peak.

Although the young man was scared, he finally did not lose his mind. Maybe it's because things weren't that bad. Zheng Wei's mother has been hospitalized. It will be impossible for her to cook for a long time, so no one will be harmed.

There was a knock on the door.

The fat man went to open the door and called "Brother Zheng".

Zheng Wei looked unhappy and stared at Yu Chuanfeng seriously.

Yu Chuanfeng looked away.

I tried to smooth things over, "The kid was curious and came here to apologize. Brother Zheng, just stop talking about him. It's not a big deal."

"Sorry for causing trouble to you." Zheng Wei twitched the corner of his mouth.

I saw that Zheng Wei looked bad. I have discovered this since meeting Zheng Wei in the morning. I originally thought it was because my mother was hospitalized and there was no one to look after the two and a half-year-old teenagers at home. Now that I was more suspicious, I looked at Zheng Wei for a while without any trace.

There is no yin energy, it doesn't look like being haunted by a ghost, nor does it look like I have turned into a ghost.

Or a spirit?

Another possibility occurred to me.

But this idea also remains at the stage of speculation and doubt.

Zheng Wei led Yu Chuanfeng away.

It was obvious that Yu Chuanfeng was very reluctant and looked at us somewhat pitifully.

Now we are helpless.

After watching them leave and entering the office next door, I closed the door.

The thin man shook his body exaggeratedly, "What happened? Could it be that... he died early?"