After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 "Can I ask you and your husband to help me? Something is weird in Semir Town, and I am here to trouble you to solve everyone's problems." Zhou Ming persuaded me kindly.

　　 The woman heard the words, looked at the empty place again, and communicated with the air with her eyes, as if someone there was talking to her.

　　 After a long time, she sighed, readjusted her emotions and said, "Well, what else do you want to ask?"

　　 "Where did Mr. Wu go seven days ago?" Zhou Ming asked.

　　 "Husband, I remember you went to the tavern seven days ago?" The woman spoke to the air, and then there was a short silence.

　　 "Um...yes, he also remembered that he was in the tavern at the end, and then lay at home when he woke up, and then came back, there is nothing missing." She conveyed her husband's words to Zhou Ming.

　　 "But I heard that Mr. Wu did disappear for a few days, and you couldn't find him in those days. Don't Mr. Wu have the memory of those days?"

　　 "This is really weird, but it's fine if people come back, right?"

　　 "But everyone in the town is saying that Mr. Wu is missing. What do you think of this?"

　　 The woman frowned when she heard the words, looked at the trembling candlelight, with a look of fear on her face, as if she had thought of something terrible.

Afterwards, she whispered to Zhou Ming: "Some neighborhoods in the town have indeed become weird. Some people suddenly lose sight of my husband, and some people in the town are really missing... I think there are indeed some in the town. Something weird."

　　 Zhou Ming thought for a while, and asked: "But we outsiders can't see your husband, haven't you thought about it..."

　　 "Impossible! How could it be that we have a problem! Do you think that my child and I are going crazy now!" Before Zhou Ming finished speaking, he categorically denied the convenience, and his voice suddenly increased by several decibels.

　　 "Calm down! I just proposed a possibility."

　　 "What is the possibility you are talking about? Obviously you can't see real people, why are we crazy!"

　　 Zhou Ming tried his best to soothe the opponent's emotions, but it didn't seem to have any effect, so he had to avoid the edge for a while and changed the subject politely.

　　 "Well, let's not discuss this issue for the time being, why do you think there is such a strange phenomenon?"

　　 The woman glared and wanted to continue the argument. Zhou Ming saw that the other's **** had left the stool, but when she was about to stand up straight, she suddenly seemed to be pulled by someone, and the movement of getting up suddenly stopped.

　　 Then, she looked at her side with a puzzled expression, stared at the empty bench beside her, and began to be silent again.

　　 About ten seconds later, the other party's excitement slowly calmed down. She angrily sat back to her original position and looked at Zhou Ming.

　　 "I suspect that this town is weird. I discussed with my husband yesterday and we are ready to move." The woman suppressed her inner discomfort and continued to answer Zhou Ming's question.

　　 "Mom, I want to sleep." The four-year-old son nestled in his mother's arms was awakened by the dispute just now and opened his dim sleepy eyes.

　　 The hostess looked at the child, then at Zhou Ming, and politely issued an order to leave the guest: "Mr. Hermit, the child is also sleepy, can I trouble you to go back?"

　　 "Please give me another five minutes!"

　　 Zhou Ming continued to fight for the last time, looked down at the child who had just woken up, and kindly said: "Children, can I play a little game with you?"

　　 "What, what game?" The boy narrowed his sleepy eyes and looked at Zhou Ming.

"You sit here, your mother sits there, and then you draw your father's actions with pictures, and finally remember what your father said, and then tell your elder brother, okay?" Zhou Ming finished. Instead, he said to the hostess, "Madam, you also draw the action. As for what your husband said, can you please write it down on paper?"

　　 The woman sighed helplessly and said, "Can I trouble you to go back after this test? The child is really sleepy."

　　 "Of course! I'm really sorry to disturb you like this, let's work harder in the end." Zhou Ming solemnly apologized again.

　　 "Oh, let's start now." The woman urged impatiently, wanting to end this unpleasant conversation as soon as possible.

　　 Zhou Ming no longer wastes time, arranges the child to sit at another place five meters away, and then asks the hostess to sit at the table and give them a piece of paper.

　　Finally, he looked at the position of the air the mother and son were gazing at, and said, "Mr. Wu, please make three easy-to-draw movements at will, and then say something easy to record."

After 　　 was ready, the room fell into silence. Zhou Ming saw the mother and child staring at the air in the same direction in a daze.

　　 A few seconds later, both of them showed knowing smiles on their faces at the same time, as if seeing something funny, they lowered their heads and began to draw on the paper.

　　 Zhou Ming paced quietly close to the hostess, and saw that the other party used a pen to quickly outline a human figure on the paper.

　　 followed by another.

　　 Then I drew another one.

　　 After finishing the three actions, she smiled at the corner of her mouth and wrote a sentence at the bottom of the paper with a pen-[I will always love you and Xiao Ming, and I will protect you no matter what happens. 】

　　 Zhou Ming took a deep breath and looked at the dark night outside the window, feeling chest tight.

　　 He paced up to the child and looked at the child's drawing.

There are three stickmen drawn on that piece of paper. The first stickman holds up his loving hands, the second stickman is striding his horse, and the third is doing funny independent actions of golden rooster. At the moment of painting, Zhou Ming's brain buzzed, and the roots of his sweat and hair stood upright.

　　 He followed the child's gaze to the empty air, as if he wanted to see something invisible.

　　 Finally, Zhou Ming asked softly: "What did your father say?"

　　 "Dad said that he would love me and mom forever, and he said that no matter what happens, he must protect us!"

　　 The air is silent.

　　 The flame shook slightly.

　　 The woman covered her mouth and smiled at the air, whispering something to the empty chair, her eyes full of love, her reddish cheeks hidden a little bit of shame, as if someone next to her was talking to her touching love words.

　　 Zhou Ming looked at this scene and was stunned.

　　 Suddenly the woman was taken aback, put her shy expression away, turned her head to look at Zhou Ming, her face was embarrassed.

　　 She seemed to be reminded by her husband and expressed her concern for Zhou Ming.

　　 "Mr. Hermit, are you okay? We are going to bed. You should go back to rest soon."

　　 Zhou Ming regained his senses from the dazedness, and was unwilling to make the last attempt: "Can I trouble Mr. Wu to carry the child back to the bedroom?"

　　 "Husband, take Xiao Ming back." The woman said softly.

Zhou Ming saw the mistress staring at the void air slowly moving, as if someone had moved from in front of her to the child, and the child also looked at the empty air, and then stood up and walked slowly toward the bedroom. go.

　　 That's right, no one is holding him, the kid is walking by himself!

　　 But obviously in the eyes of the child and the woman, the non-existent husband is walking to the bedroom holding his son.

　　 At this moment, there was an impulse in Zhou Ming's heart, and an evil idea was born in his mind: If he directly interrupted the child's leg, would his father still "hold" him? In the eyes of this wife, can her husband act to protect his family and attack him?

　　 "Mr. Hermit?" The woman saw Zhou Ming in a daze, picked up the candlestick on the table and leaned forward, looking at his face with concern.

"Oh it's all right!"

　　 Zhou Ming took a deep breath and suddenly realized that he knew he couldn't do that...that was crazy.

　　 "Thank you for your cooperation, I will try my best to resolve this incident." Zhou Ming said, "By the way, do you have a picture of your husband?"

　　 "Only one. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 "Please show it to me."

"Hold on."

　　 A few minutes later, the woman brought the photo.

　　 Zhou Ming looked at the man in the photo. He had a straight nose, a fortified appearance, and very handsome. Even if the clarity was low and the man did not pose a decent pose, he could see that he was very masculine, and he was a traditional handsome man.

　　 Then Zhou Ming thanked the hostess and left immediately.

　　 just walked out the door, the wind and sand came towards him, like someone holding a scratch of sand on his mask, he lowered his head, turned on the flashlight he carried, and walked towards the hotel where the crow had settled.

This is the first time he has come to a town in the wilderness. The living environment here is extremely primitive, with no electricity and no water, wells for water, candles and kerosene for lighting, and almost no one uses electrical appliances in the area, although there are many small shops that sell batteries. Lighting tools, but no one here uses them. After all, using batteries is too extravagant for them.

　　 After nightfall, the streets here are ridiculously dark, and the dim candlelight in the residents’ rooms can’t be used as a street lamp. If there is no moonlight, it’s really invisible.

　　 Zhou Ming recalled a whole day of investigation, and found that the interview was more difficult than he thought. Except for those families that were not crazy, the only one that cooperated with the crazy family was just now.

　　 It took him a day to collect the personal information of all missing persons and their whereabouts before the disappearance. More detailed information has been collected, but there are few useful clues.

　　 "It seems that it's not just the disappearance, but also the distortion of perception." Zhou Ming said without a word.

　　 He feels that cognitive distortion can better describe this incident. This term is not exaggerated and very appropriate.

　　 "Anyway, let's report back to the hotel first."