When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

At this time, Su Yuan also returned to the living room with the photo album.

He walked to Wu Ping, who was still in a daze, slapped the photo album in his hand on the coffee table, and said word by word: "Auntie, I found this in your house."

"You rummaged through my house?" Wu Ping, who had come to her senses, immediately asked angrily.

"Auntie, he is not..." Song Xiaoxia wanted to help explain.

"Let's not talk about this for now." Su Yuan said, "Let's take a look at this album first."

As he said, Su Yuan opened the album, and the first photo that came into his eyes was...

Merry-go-round.

He continued to flip back.

A rocking car.

A doll machine.

A sea otter in the aquarium.

A stream.

An empty grassland.

A man in Monkey King's clothes lowered his body and made a "yeah" sign to the camera.

At the end of the album, there was a photo of Wu Ping.

The background of the photo is the blue sky. Wu Ping has one hand around her body, as if she is holding something, and her face shows the happiest smile in the world.

But... her arms are empty.

"Auntie, why do you have so many strange photos in your house, and why do you make a special album?" Su Yuan looked into Wu Ping's eyes and asked loudly.

"I..."

Wu Ping wanted to ask back, what photos I put at home has nothing to do with you? You haven't answered why I rummaged through my house?

But at this moment, she looked at the photos in the album, and she felt that something in her mind was touched, and an inexplicable sadness surged in her heart.

But she couldn't remember where these photos came from anyway.

"Where did you find them?" Wu Ping's eyes were a little red.

"In the room inside." Su Yuan pointed: "Let's go and see it together, Auntie?"

Wu Ping nodded woodenly, and her body swayed when she stood up, and she almost fell down.

Song Xiaoxia supported her and asked worriedly, "Are you okay, Auntie?"

Wu Ping forced a smile to pretend to be calm: "It's okay..."

The three of them walked towards Mao Houwang's room together.

The moment he entered the door, Su Yuan could clearly feel that Wu Ping's breathing became rapid.

Wu Ping walked into the room and looked at the wall covered with white paper in confusion, looking lost.

Su Yuan saw this scene and suddenly hesitated.

Would it be cruel for me to do this?

Do I have to let Wu Ping remember?

Can she really bear the pain of losing her son?

Would it be a good thing for her to forget everything like this?

No, that's not right.

In just a moment, Su Yuan's eyes became firm again.

Not only for himself to understand more about the supernatural.

If he just lived in ignorance for a lifetime, it would not only be cruel to Wu Ping, but also to Mao Houwang.

Thinking of this, Su Yuan pointed at the white paper on the wall and asked, "Auntie, why are there so many white papers on the wall of this room?"

"I..."

Without waiting for Wu Ping to answer, Su Yuan walked to the desk again, "Whose figurines and comic books are these? Are you and uncle interested in these?"

Wu Ping didn't know what to say. She didn't even know the names of those cartoon characters.

Su Yuan opened the drawer again, "I found the photo album here. Whose diary is this?"

"Do you and uncle have the habit of writing diaries? Why are they placed in this room and locked?"

"What is the purpose of this room?"

A series of questions made Wu Ping pale. When she heard the last question, she finally trembled and said tentatively, "Guest room?"

Her tone was more like an inquiry than an answer.

Even Wu Ping herself didn't know why so many strange things appeared in her most familiar home. She only felt that the sadness in her heart was even stronger.

Song Xiaoxia stood beside Su Yuan, stretched out her hand and gently pulled the corner of Su Yuan's clothes, signaling him not to be so radical.

"Guest room?" Su Yuan ignored her little action and said directly: "I have seen all the rooms in your house. The one on the left is the master bedroom, and the one opposite is the guest room."

"If this is also a guest room, do you have many relatives at home? Why do you prepare two guest rooms?"

Wu Ping's face became paler and paler. Her family had no relatives in Jiangyan City, and she lacked social interaction and had no friends because she was a housewife.

She was alone at home most of the time.

Why are there two guest rooms at home?

There are obviously a lot of sundries at home, and she has always wanted a utility room.

Why....

Wu Ping felt a headache, as if something was trying to get out of her head.

Su Yuan continued, "Why are there three sets of toiletries in the bathroom? Is there anyone else at home besides you and your uncle?"

"Do you remember what happened to the photo?"

"Do you know our head teacher, Mr. Zhang Xiaoping?"

"Do you have any impression of our classmates in Grade 3 (10)?"

Wu Ping fell on the bed.

"One last question." Su Yuan bent down and looked directly into Wu Ping's eyes: "Auntie... do you have children?!"

The moment the last word fell, the window of the room was suddenly slammed open by a hurricane, hitting the wall with a loud "pop".

The incandescent lamp on the ceiling made a "sizzling" sound of electricity, and then began to flicker violently.

"Ah!" Wu Ping knelt on the ground, covering her head in pain.

The sister who was humming a song just now suddenly changed her expression and hurriedly shouted: "Brother, stop, don't ask anymore!"

Su Yuan also noticed something unusual. The scene at this moment was exactly the same as the precursor to the bloody words yesterday.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Su Yuan squatted down hurriedly and shook Wu Ping's shoulders: "Auntie, don't think about it, stop!"

Song Xiaoxia was also frightened by the scene in front of her, "Auntie, don't think about it anymore..."

Seeing that Wu Ping was still covering her head in pain, Song Xiaoxia looked up at Su Yuan in a panic: "What should I do?"

"Help her out first." Su Yuan felt that staying in this room might cause more trouble.

"Okay."

Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia helped Wu Ping out of Mao Houwang's room on the left and right and came to the sofa in the living room.

And the moment Wu Ping walked out of Mao Houwang's room, she felt much better.

She no longer covered her head in pain, but sat on the sofa, breathing heavily, and cold sweat soaked her back.

Song Xiaoxia breathed a sigh of relief, and gently stroked Wu Ping's back with lingering fear: "It's okay, Auntie, don't think about it anymore."

Su Yuan was vigilantly observing the surrounding environment, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found no abnormal changes.

He sat on the sofa and comforted Wu Ping with Song Xiaoxia.