Chapter 004 Do you know the daily live broadcast room of the underworld healing?
"Hello, I'm Little Monkey's class teacher. The thing is, Little Monkey hasn't arrived at school yet, and we can't contact his grandfather."
"Okay, thank you teacher. I'll call back and ask."
After hanging up the phone, Zhong He immediately called the landline in his hometown.
The phone rang over and over again, but no one answered.
The uneasiness in my heart grew more and more.
"I must have gotten up late. I'm on my way now."
He calmed himself down, then found the phone number of his neighbor in his hometown and called him.
"It's Zhong He. I was also wondering, I haven't seen the little monkey and his grandfather in the past two days. I thought you were out traveling."
The neighbor on the other end of the phone was also wondering.
Normally the little monkey would go out for a walk with his grandfather, but in the past two days, he hasn't even been seen.
Zhong He: "Grandpa, please help me check. There is a spare key under the carpet in front of the door."
The old man often forgets to bring his keys, so he leaves a spare one in front of the door.
The neighbor on the other end agreed and hung up the phone.
Ten minutes passed, half an hour passed.
…
Zhong He was fidgeting. He picked up the phone, put it down, and picked it up again.
Suddenly, the phone rang and he sat up straight.
"Hello?"
"Jong He! Your dad is gone!"
The voice coming from the other end of the phone was like thunder, making Zhong He's ears buzz.
"Your father should have been gone for several days. Little Monkey has fainted from hunger at home. I just called the police. Come back soon."
"Oh..." A neighbor sighed from the other end of the phone.
I didn't expect that such a good person would leave so quietly.
"Okay, okay! Okay! Okay."
Zhong He didn't know what he said, he only remembered the three words "okay, okay".
By the time he reacted, he had already run out of the unit...
One of my
His eyes were empty and blank.
At a loss.
His father is gone.
Zhong He suddenly recalled the phone call he received in the middle of the night.
It’s the old man calling.
I obviously didn't listen carefully at that time, but now it is extremely clear to me.
It replayed in his mind over and over again.
'Come back tomorrow.'
'Live a good life with your wife.'
"How could this happen, Dad..."
Zhong He covered his face and leaned weakly against the station sign.
Why didn't he find out sooner?
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In the hospital, the woman was lying on the bed with minor wounds on her face, an IV drip in her hand, and still in a coma.
Outside the ward, a man sat on a chair, with dark circles under his eyes and an unshaved beard.
He looked at the ward from time to time, but did not dare to go in.
Just then, several people approached and stopped in front of him.
"Is this Mr. Fang Weidong? We are from the Lincheng Branch."
The man was wearing plain clothes, and as he spoke, he neatly took out his ID to show him.
Fang Weidong stood up slowly and said in a hoarse : "I am."
"We have something we want to talk about regarding the car accident that night."
"good."
Zhou Zhiguo also understands the family members' feelings.
I briefly explained it and informed him that the perpetrator had been found and hoped he would come to the police station when he had time.
Finally, he asked a question: "Do you know the daily live broadcast room of the underworld healing?"
Fang Weidong shook his head.
Zhou Zhiguo took out another piece of A4 paper.
The above is a scanned drawing that they found someone to draw by hand based on the descriptions of netizens.
The person in the photo is wearing a white robe and a tall hat with the words " Make Money at First Sight" written on it.
The face has clear contours, a high nose bridge, slightly upturned eyes, and a bit of evil.
Looks like a person cosplaying as Bai Wuchang.
Fang Weidong's pupils shrank and he quickly looked away, "I haven't seen it."
It was hard for him not to wonder if his daughter's soul had already...
Zhou Zhiguo: "I'm sorry, Mr. Fang, because according to the call from a concerned citizen, this person was at the scene of the car accident."
"If you have any news about him, please contact us."
According to netizens, this person was not only at the scene of the car accident, but also took away the little girl's soul.
But he didn't say that.
First, it will stimulate men.
Second, this matter sounds too ridiculous.
The live playback is nowhere to be found.
Moreover, the screenshots provided by netizens only showed the scenery of the suburbs...
There was no such man who cosplayed as Bai Wuchang as they said.
Was this an accident?
Or was it a carefully planned murder? It is still unclear.
"Um."
Fang Weidong nodded woodenly.
After a few people left, he realized something was wrong and looked towards the door of the ward.
The woman had no idea how long she had been listening there, and blood was oozing from the needle holes on the back of her hand.
"Where's Doudou? Where is Doudou?"
Fang Weidong opened his mouth with difficulty, "Doudou she..."
He choked up before he could even finish his words.
Inside the morgue.
A small figure covered with white cloth was no longer breathing.
"The hospital said that it was Doudou who protected you when the car accident happened. She held you and blocked the fatal injury for you."
"how so……"
The woman suddenly lost her strength, knelt on the ground, and tried to uncover the white cloth tremblingly.
Tears were streaming down her face.
“Doudou…”
Endless regret has overwhelmed her.
If, if she could have discovered it earlier, if she could have paid more attention...
"Doudou, can you talk to your mother again?"
Her lips trembled, and after she said this, she fainted.
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Zhang Ke was woken up by a phone call from a good friend.
He scratched his head while answering the phone.
I looked at the time and it was only twelve o'clock.
As soon as the call was connected, the person on the other end started shouting.
"Lao Ke, you really saw a ghost this time!"
Zhang Ke frowned. "What's wrong with you? You come here so early in the morning to invite bad luck. Bah! Bah! Bah!"
He is not afraid of horror movies, but no one likes to hear others say that about them.
"Look at the video you posted a few days ago, the comment section exploded!"
The person on the other end hung up the phone after saying that.
video?
Zhang Ke turned on his computer and thought about it...
A few days ago, he seemed to have edited a video to expose fake supernatural stories.
It was only two in the morning when he finished editing the video that day, and then he was busy attending a friend's wedding.
After a while, I forgot about it.
What’s going on? Someone is here to cause trouble?
Zhang Ke has been making videos for several years and has more than 200,000 fans.
Once a video is posted, it will get at least 70,000 to 80,000 views.
“Five million views and 22,000 comments?”
Zhang Ke clicked his tongue. That complaining video actually became popular?
I habitually click on the comments to see what fans in the comment section think about the video content.
These fans are all very smart and good at analysis.
"Is the UP host okay?"
"If you walk by the river often, you will get your shoes wet."
"UP, my great-grandfather's family worships Buddha. I'll send you the address in private, you can go and have a look."
"What the hell is this talking about??? Going to see an old man sleeping in the middle of the night???"
"All the evil spirits retreat!"
…
Something is clearly wrong with the comments section.
Zhang Ke responded to the first comment with the most likes, "What the hell?"
Within two minutes, someone responded.
"UP, check out the video you posted, and this news [link]"
"The video I posted?"
Is there really something wrong?
Zhang Ke clicked on his own video with doubts.
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