Disaster Shelter

Wen Wen rubbed his hair in distress. He had already listened to Li Dazhuang's narration, and said a lot tremblingly, but there was nothing useful.

To put it bluntly, he didn't have a stone hammer to prove that his uncle's matter was related to supernatural power.

It's difficult for you. You don't know what's wrong with your uncle, but you know there must be something wrong with him?

It's all about never being suspicious now, just doubting is useless.

Li Dazhuang smiled wryly, he didn't want to do this either, but apart from the scene of killing the mouse, he really didn't find any evidence that his uncle was abnormal.

No matter in front of him or anyone else, his uncle was the same person, and he didn't show any abnormality.

The reason why he made up his mind to ask Wen Wen for help was because once, he saw the way his uncle looked at him.

Those eyes are not looking at a person, but looking at food!

Forget it, no matter what, I have to meet your uncle for a while. If I don't confirm it with my own eyes, I won't be sure to pay attention.

In fact, Wen Wen still believed in Li Dazhuang's words, because he knew that Li Dazhuang was unlucky...

So Wen Wen decided to visit Li Dazhuang's uncle Zheng Feng in person.

However, he couldn't just go there, he couldn't just go there and tell people that he was a demon hunter, so he had to make a simple disguise.

So he asked Li Dazhuang to wait first, and went to a 24-hour pharmacy to buy a stethoscope and hung it around his neck, but he didn't know where to take out a pair of glasses.

Cooperating with his white coat, he suddenly looked like a doctor.

Finally, he took out a small bag, rummaged through it a few times, and found a psychiatrist's certificate, which he hung around his neck.

When I was a detective, I occasionally had to pretend to be another identity, and as a doctor in my heart, it was easier to gain the trust of those mentally ill prisoners, so Wen Wen always prepared false evidence.

Um……

Not only a psychiatrist, but also police officers, university professors, federal agents, active military officers... and a lot of other documents in his bag.

It's what it takes to be a detective...maybe.

Let's go, take me to see your uncle. Wen Wen, who finished the disguise, said to Li Dazhuang.

Li Dazhuang looked at Wen Wen, who had changed into a very different temperament in a short period of time, and couldn't help but grow his mouth, you are playing a big game to become a living person.

What are you doing in a daze, lead the way.

Walking to the entrance of Zheng Feng's house, Wen Wen politely knocked on the door, knocked a few times but no one opened the door, Wen Wen raised his eyebrows, and gradually increased his strength, if he couldn't knock open after a minute, he would be able to remove the door.

Hearing the sound of thumping, Li Dazhuang stood behind Wen Wen trembling. He brought Wen Wen here, so he wouldn't hurt his uncle.

Come on, what are you doing, you want to demolish the house.

Zheng Feng opened the door, and looked at the tugging-looking Wen Wen and the sneering Li Dazhuang with dissatisfaction.

Da Zhuang, what are you doing?

Uh...Old uncle, this is the new psychologist I found for you, Wen... Li Dazhuang said weakly.

Zheng Feng frowned, and said with an unhappy face: Do I need you to find a psychiatrist? Besides, you can also find a decent psychiatrist. This person looks even more irritable than me.

Wen Wen stood up in front of Li Dazhuang, and said righteously: Sir, you can question my personality, but you cannot question my professionalism.

I have treated many patients with extreme psychological problems. After my treatment, they did not hurt others anymore. Instead, they learned and made progress together.

This Wen Wen did not lie, the patients he mentioned were the monsters in his asylum.

They did study together, make progress together, and wished to strangle Wen Wen to death...

Seeing Wen Wen's expression, Zheng Feng was taken aback, thinking that he had hurt Wen Wen's feelings.

But Wen Wen took advantage of his daze, got into his house, and sat down on the sofa in a swaggering manner.

Seeing that the person had already come in, Zheng Feng didn't chase him away, and sat opposite Wen Wen, trying to deal with him.

This doctor Wen, let's get straight to the point. I really don't have a mental illness, and I don't need your help. You can leave.

Wen Wen didn't pick up the words, his nose twitched slightly, the room smelled of blood, the smell of human blood!

So he stood up and said, It smells so good.

Then, he walked to the kitchen on his own, stood at the door, glanced inside, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Zheng Feng hurriedly walked behind Wen Wen and said, Mr. Wen, please pay attention, this is my home.

He looked unhappy. Is Dr. Wen really professional? Just call him Dr. Wen.

I'm sorry, after accepting the child's commission, I rushed over here without having dinner...

Li Dazhuang curled his lips, he must be lying, when they first met, this guy smelled like alcohol.

Zheng Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, This is my deer bone soup, do you want to try it?

No, no, no, I don't take the patient's stitches and stitches during the treatment process.

Wen Wen tactfully refused, saying that he would never eat something of unknown origin when dealing with suspected supernatural events.

However, the taste of the broth is very strange, not like the common pork, beef and mutton.

If it was a deer bone, it would make sense, anyway, Wen Wen had never eaten deer meat.

He sat back on the sofa and said in the gentle tone that the psychiatrists used on TV said: Anyway, I'm here to treat you, please tell me about your situation.

He secretly snapped his fingers and activated the ability of the treant of deceitful words. If Zheng Feng was a completely ordinary person, then he would not refuse Wen Wen's request now.

Sure enough, Zheng Feng's attitude and tone softened, he really put himself into the role of the patient, and began to narrate with Wen Wen.

It started two months ago when I was going home in the fog and I bumped into something and passed out.

Seeing him cooperate so much, his suspicion will be reduced, but if the Treant of Treacherous Words' ability doesn't work, it can prove that he is not an ordinary person.

But if the Trickster's ability works, it can't prove that he has no problems. After all, he may be in disguise.

Can you describe what kind of fog it is? Wen Wen asked with narrowed eyes.

Zheng Feng was stunned for a moment, wondering why Wen Wen was interested in an ordinary fog.

It was very dark that night, and I couldn't see clearly, but there seemed to be something floating in the fog. The air in Furong River really needs to be treated.

It was a bit scary. I walked very fast, and then I bumped into something. When I woke up, the fog had cleared.

Wen Wen's eyes sparkled slightly, something was floating in the mist...

Could it be the fog layer?