Aoba Office

Zheng Wei's mother has died long ago, so this possibility is the highest.

It's easier to accept that a ghost cooks questionable meals and undergoes incredible physical changes.

If a living person does this, the situation will be more complicated, and it is not consistent with the two situations of takeaway restaurants and fried chicken restaurants.

An old lady who died and became a ghost, but no one knew about it. She probably doesn't mean to kill anyone, but she inadvertently hurts those around her.

Qingye still needs to deal with You Jing's matter first, and they don't know how their investigation is progressing.

The five of us wandered absent-mindedly until after-hours time.

Just at this moment, Wu Ling's call came.

I answered the phone immediately.

Wu Ling's voice remained steady as he recounted the results of their afternoon's investigation.

"...We found the landlord and talked to him. He didn't know anything. Then, we found Han Jiesheng's contact information. But he went on a business trip out of town and wouldn't be able to come back until three days later. Because of the storm. , the mountainous area he went to was slightly affected, and now the communication is interrupted and we can't contact him first. "

I'm a little happy to resolve Zheng Wei's matter first.

Compared to You Jing, what happened to Zheng Wei's mother is close to us, so it attracts more attention to me. Although I sympathize with You Jing, it is only sympathy for a stranger. What's more, You Jing has been in this state for twenty years, and the urgency is not as high as the safety of this young man, Yu Chuanfeng.

It happened to be when I got off work, I hurried out of the office to see if Zheng Wei had left.

No one from their office left.

Jiang You greeted me and said: "...We are going to the hospital to see Brother Zheng's mother."

"Oh. Then let's do it together." I said smoothly.

This is a good opportunity.

Yu Chuanfeng's eyes lit up when he heard my words.

Zheng Wei said a few polite words but couldn't refuse.

I called Shouzi and the others and sent a text message to Wu Ling.

I couldn't openly take Wu Ling and the others into the hospital. I could only give them the address and let them arrive at the hospital at the same time, treating each other as strangers.

Zheng Wei didn't let us buy anything. Maybe it's because of this that he agreed with a large group of us to visit his mother right after work today.

After arriving at the hospital, taking the elevator to the ward, and walking through the crowded corridors, I gradually felt something strange.

There is no yin, no malice. This ward in Minqing Hospital is normal. This is not an intensive care area, an emergency room, or a place where terminally ill patients receive treatment. Probably because of this, the air here is very clean.

There is no abnormality at all, but it is the biggest abnormality.

I looked at the ward number and secretly sent a text message to Wu Ling.

Before entering the ward, I was mentally prepared.

However, upon entering the ward, there was nothing unusual in the entire four-person room.

The old lady lying on the bed by the window had a rosy complexion and looked healthy. Just put a cast on the leg and drop it in mid-air. When we entered, she was still chatting with another old lady in the next bed. The old lady had plasters on her hands and feet.

I don’t know Zheng Wei’s mother. In the video shot by Yu Chuanfeng, there is only the back of the old lady.

However, the old lady greeted Zheng Wei with a smile as soon as he entered the door. She was undoubtedly Zheng Wei's mother.

We colleagues yelled "Auntie", "How are you doing?", "Are you having a good rest?"...

The old lady responded happily and nodded repeatedly.

The old lady in the next bed couldn't help but be envious, "Your son is so popular."

Zheng Wei's mother smiled so hard that wrinkles appeared in layers.

The thin man winked at me and I shook my head.

Jiang You and another middle-aged female colleague were mainly doing the greetings. They were greeting the old lady on our behalf.

I looked at the old man, focusing on her hands and feet.

I didn't see anything unusual.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. Wu Ling sent a text message and was already at the door of the ward.

I looked back and saw Wu Ling, Gu Mo and Nangong Yao.

The three of them seemed to be passing by looking for someone. They just looked inside the ward and left.

I have some doubts.

But I didn’t wait for Wu Ling’s explanation message. The message she sent was that she wanted to meet in person for a detailed discussion, and the appointment was at the hotel where Gu Mo was staying.

I immediately felt the difficulty of this matter.

If the text message couldn't explain it clearly, then the strangeness about Zheng Wei's mother must be more than simple.

He winked at the thin man and the others.

Our group did not stay in the ward for too long.

When it was time for dinner at the hospital, Zheng Wei and Jiang You from their office had a dinner together. I declined Jiang You's invitation, left the hospital with Shouzi and the others, and went straight to the hotel.

In the car, the thin man couldn't help but ask.

But I couldn't give him an answer, I couldn't even figure out what was going on.

Chen Xiaoqiu said: "We didn't find out that Mother Zheng is a ghost, nor did we find that there was a ghost around her. Is it either a ghost or a spirit?"

No one answered.

The speculations raised by Chen Xiaoqiu are just speculations at present. I’m afraid we’ll have to see Wu Ling to find out what’s going on.

My cell phone rang. I thought it was Wu Ling, but I didn't expect it was the boy Yu Chuanfeng.

I answered the phone and heard his somewhat uneasy voice.

"Brother Lin." Yu Chuanfeng changed his title and stopped calling him uncle.

"What's wrong? You should be eating with your uncle and the others, right?" I asked patiently.

When I was in the hospital, I was only thinking about Zheng Wei's mother, but I forgot about this young man.

"Well, I'm eating. I'm in the hotel bathroom." Yu Chuanfeng lowered his voice.

Zheng Wei and the others found a nearby restaurant to eat, and they should have eaten by now.

"What happened? Is there something wrong with that hotel?" I asked nervously.

Yu Chuanfeng replied: "No, there is no problem with the hotel. I want to ask...the fifth grandma..."

"We don't know yet. I have sent the ward and bed number to my friend. They will go and take a look and then they will know what is going on. Don't worry." I reassured the boy.

Yu Chuanfeng responded dully.

"Fengfeng!"

Another boy's voice came from the phone.

Yu Chuanfeng said "I'm here" loudly, his voice was tight, and he hung up the phone in a hurry.

That young man is probably Zheng Wei's son. Maybe he asked his wife and son to come over and have dinner together.

The thin man said: "If I encountered this kind of thing when I was a teenager, I would definitely have to run away from home."

"Then he was sent back by the police?" Guo Yujie asked.

"What? If you want to send it back, you can also send it back to your home. Call my parents back."

"And then you got beaten up by your parents?" Fatty answered.

"A good beating is better than living with a ghost." The thin man said firmly.

This assumption really makes no sense.

We just talk casually.

During rush hour traffic after work, we were stuck on the road, and the topic of conversation revolved around this matter.

A takeaway shop, a fried chicken restaurant, and actually the cafeteria of Minqing University, plus Zheng Wei’s mother, a retired long-established chef, is very unsettling.

The thin man carefully recalled that he had also encountered unhygienic food when ordering takeout.

He recalled it, and the four of us recalled it, and we all felt very bad.

When we arrived at the hotel, Wu Ling opened the door and didn't say anything when he saw us.

Gu Mo asked rudely: "Aren't you from the hospital? Why do you look like you've eaten the old lady's secret rat meat?"