This psychologist is weird

Chapter 347 Degenerated into a cunning
"...Xiaowei, Mom really said that I will let you die in this factory...but..."

"...Son...it doesn't look like the inside of a factory..."

"... I resigned...Xiaowei, Mom didn't mean to force you to work in the factory as Mom said..."

Time is changing rapidly.

During the calls one after another, Han Wei, the degenerate man, became more and more anxious, even struggling.

Like a headless fly, looking back and forth in the room, it seems that a drowning person is looking for another straw to save his life.

"...Son, there is also the matter of the rent... After so many years, it's time for an increase, but you and your Uncle Yu are struggling... You just say that Mom is still in the hospital, and you are the only one earning money outside, let him Seeing that we have been renting for so many years, the price increase will be less..."

"...Son, Xiaowei? Xiaowei..."

After another phone call,
This time it was Han Wei who ended the call,
He threw the phone aside, followed by his straight back relaxing again,
First rose, then sat down again,
There was anxiety and even pain on his face, his mouth was open, he was panting heavily, his eyes were bloodshot, and he kept looking back and forth in the room.

Amidst the heavy panting, Han Wei still seemed out of breath, and his breathing became more and more short.

The faster he moved, he looked back and forth in the room, and raised his hand, trying to grab something, but he didn't grab anything.

"Boom boom... boom boom boom..."

Just then, there was a knock on the living room door.
Panting heavily, Han Wei stopped his movements, and straightened his slack back straight again, but his eyes were open, and there were still some bloodshot eyes.

"...Han Wei, I am your Uncle Yu!"

"... dong dong,"

"Open the door, let me tell you something."

Outside the door, a middle-aged man's voice sounded.

"Buzz...buzz..."

At the same time, the phone that Han Wei had thrown beside the sofa rang again, and it was his mother who dialed again.

Han Wei trembled, followed by his back straightening repeatedly and then slowly relaxing again.

His face was in pain, even struggling, and his staring eyes were covered with more bloodshot eyes.

The three of Chen Lun are still standing next to the living room.

Chen Lun's gaze fell on the knocked living room door, then turned around naturally, and landed in front of him,

The struggling and painful Han Wei in front of him, and the cell phone vibrating and ringing repeatedly on the sofa, were reflected in Chen Lun's eyes.

The phone was still ringing, and it seemed that it had exceeded the original ringing time.

Outside the door, the middle-aged man's voice kept coming in mixed with the knocking on the door.

"...Boom..."

"...buzz..."

"Han Wei, are you at home? I'm your Uncle Yu...you open the door, and I'll tell you something."

Han Wei was sitting on the sofa, sitting upright, and relaxed his back again,

With more pain on his face, he gradually shrank towards the ground in front of the sofa,
The face became more and more struggling, even a little ferocious, with his mouth wide open, staring at his eyes.

Han Wei lay prone on the ground, gradually lowered his head, and gradually stopped all movements.

Followed,

Han Wei slowly raised his head again,

There was no struggle and anxiety in his eyes, and there was no pain on his face, only a deadly calm remained.

At this moment, the bell vibrating repeatedly on the sofa stopped.

Outside the door, the middle-aged man who knocked on the door seemed to be about to leave when no one opened the door.

"...Aren't you in the house? It shouldn't be... I have to make a trip... Really..."

In the small voices that came from outside the door.

Han Wei, who had degenerated into a cunning man, got up again in a little bit of numbness, and walked towards the door.

"...Hey, Xiaowei, you are here."

The middle-aged man outside the door was about to leave when the door opened.

He greeted Han Wei with a smile, and walked into the room from Han Wei's side.

"...Xiaowei, there is nothing wrong with my uncle coming today, it's what I said a few days ago."

"...It's just that there is a child in my relative's house who comes to our city to study and needs a house to live in...You say I can't help it...I'm really sorry..."

The middle-aged man was talking, and casually glanced at the scar and slight distortion on Han Wei's hand.

"...And, what...cough cough...the neighbors downstairs are saying...you say so. I'm really sorry."

The middle-aged man walked away while talking.

"...Uncle Yu, can I stay here for a while longer, we will move when my mother comes back from the hospital."

There was no anxiety on Han Wei's face, and he just said calmly, or in other words, he said to the middle-aged man numbly.

"...I'm really sorry... You... my relatives have agreed that they will move in in just two days, and I have to help you clean up, right..."

The middle-aged man was talking, then glanced at the scars and slight distortion marks on Han Wei's hands,
"...and you... are the neighbors downstairs. The other people in the community kept talking in front of me. Every time we met, they would say...Xiaowei, you were also raised by me, so I am too. There is really no way..."

The middle-aged man said with a troubled face.

"...Then I'll go and pack my things."

Han Wei stared blankly at the middle-aged man and said something, then walked into the bedroom.

"...Don't be so anxious..."

The middle-aged man said, and then glanced at the scars and distortion marks on Han Wei's hands, but his voice became lower and he didn't stop him.

beside,

The three of Chen Lun stood there, watching the communication between Han Wei and the middle-aged man,
Seeing that Han Wei walked into the bedroom in a daze, then turned his eyes and landed on the back of the sofa chair,
On the back of the chair, there was still the puppet. The puppet was leaning against the wall, twisting its head, and was staring at the middle-aged man. Every time the middle-aged man moved, the puppet's head also changed its direction.

At this moment,
Han Wei was carrying a woven bag and came out with some clothes,
The middle-aged man looked at Han Wei, and subconsciously retreated to the side, afraid of having physical contact with Han Wei.

"……Do you need help?"

Pausing again, the middle-aged man asked in embarrassment.

Han Wei looked at him blankly, his eyes were as dead as stagnant water, then lowered his head, sat on the edge of the sofa, and picked up clothes in the woven bag.

"...Xiaowei, I'm really sorry... You said that you have lived here for so many years, and I didn't mean that you have to be driven away."

"...This is really true, you... right. You must also understand...the world is in such a state now...things happen everywhere...it's not some parasitic disease, some infectious disease, and some violence The incident... you say so..."

The middle-aged man was standing next to the dining table, looking at Han Wei who was sitting on the edge of the sofa, packing his things in a daze. He kept talking, as if he wanted to explain something, but he didn't understand a word, and he could only be embarrassed in the end. smiled.

Han Wei picked up the clothes in the bag, seeing that the woven bag was about to be full, Han Wei's movements gradually slowed down, but some daze appeared in his dull eyes again,
Just like when he came out of the hospital alone.

"...Uncle Yu, where do you think I should go?"

He didn't know where to go.

"...If you're waiting for your mother, you can stay in the neighborhood next door... Look, there are many neighborhoods here..."

The middle-aged man spoke uncomfortably, turned his head, and looked out the window, as if pointing Han Wei to some neighborhoods around him, but it seemed more like he was avoiding Han Wei's gaze.

Han Wei gradually stopped his movements, slowly raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man, and then looked forward,
His movements became more and more stiff and sluggish, he stood up and put down his clothes.

Little by little sat down on the sofa, straightened his back, looked forward, and sat upright.

The scars and slight distortions on his hands disappeared, and when viewed from the side, Han Wei's entire body thickened rapidly again, and a skeleton quickly swelled up under the skin and flesh behind the original bones, supporting him like a puppet or a puppet. Han Wei's movements and body.

The voice of the middle-aged man next to him disappeared, and his figure quickly distorted, crawling down on the ground.

The three of Chen Lun still stood aside, watching this scene.

Shu Rou turned her gaze, and looked at the distorted figure crouching on the ground next to the dining table.

Then he looked at the man who had fallen into a trick.

Chen Lun's eyes were calm, and he still fell on Han Wei, the degenerate man.

(End of this chapter)