Weird Files 2 – Das Bizarre und das Reale

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The surveillance system found nothing unusual. The residents of No. 85 Nanping continued their peaceful lives; some couples were bickering, some were late for work, and some left early to go to the market.

Room 203 remained empty; no one went in or left.

The calm left the detectives lying in ambush all exhausted. But at midnight on September 13th, something strange still happened.

Liu Qiang, male, 23 years old, is a habitual thief. His modus operandi is very simple: he slips pre-printed fake advertisements under doors, one by one.

Checking again the next day, the presence or absence of the advertisement helps determine the resident's daily routine. If an advertisement remains untouched for several days, then the resident can be highly certain of their activity level.

Fangfang opened the door and entered the room.

This time, Liu Qiang set his sights on room 203 at No. 85 Nanping. The advertisement for room 203 hadn't been touched for several days. Looking down from the building, the windows were completely dark.

It was painted, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it. Liu Qiang was secretly pleased; he was ready to make his move.

At 11:54 PM on September 13th, the detective monitoring room 203 spotted a suspicious person entering No. 85 Nanping. Liu Qiang knocked on the door, but no one answered.

There was no movement. Only after confirming that no one was inside did he take out a steel ruler and wire for prying open the door from his bag. Almost at the same time, the detectives who had been lying in wait nearby opened fire.

They began to quietly gather downstairs at Building 85 in Nanping. After lying in wait for over a month, everyone was finally excited that someone was going to enter Room 203. The door to Room 203 was...

An old lock. Liu Qiang easily found the lock bead, and with a gentle flick, the door opened. Room 203 was pitch black, like a giant mouth welcoming his arrival.

"Come on." Liu Qiang didn't dare to dawdle. He tiptoed in and gently closed the door behind him.

At 11:58, the order came over the radio: "The suspect is inside, move in!" The detectives rushed upstairs with lightning speed, stepping onto the...

The door to room 203. Just as the officers broke down the door, a loud "thud" suddenly came from inside room 203, as if something had fallen heavily to the ground.

In the flickering beams of their flashlights, the detectives could see that Room 203 still had its mottled walls and thick layer of dust. Liu Qiang lay flat on his back in the center of the room, his eyes...

His eyes were wide open, his mouth slightly agape, his expression contorted. He wasn't dead yet, but it was practically the same as being dead. On the way to the hospital, he kept muttering two words: "eyes."

Eyes, eyes, eyes…

What kind of eyes? The detectives exchanged glances, a gloomy atmosphere settling over them.

In the middle of the night, Liu Qiang died of a heart attack caused by arrhythmia in his hospital bed. The doctors unanimously agreed that excessive fright was the real cause of his death.

Cause of death. Among the detectives, some were clenching their teeth, some were smoking, and some were even trembling.

What exactly did Liu Qiang see in room 203? What terrified him in the pitch-black room? What did Liu Qiang mean by "eyes" before he died?

What was the strange thing about the "snap" sound they heard when the detectives rushed in? Everything was inexplicable, and the events were bizarre and strange.

Liu Qiang was scared to death right before everyone's eyes; his death was utterly bizarre. Could it be said that there really is a vengeful spirit in room 203?

The next afternoon, Li Min sat down at the computer in her office and began typing up the previous night's action report. Faced with one bizarre and inexplicable situation after another, she simply couldn't type it all out.

They're gone. All the evidence suggests that solving this case wasn't about dealing with people, but with ghosts. What to write? Should I write about the special task force's activities?

Damn it, I doubt the provincial bureau leaders will be satisfied.

Li Min poured herself a cup of tea, then hesitated, holding the slightly hot cup. Fortunately, the report wasn't due until tomorrow, so she had plenty of time. So she simply opened the internet...

She logged onto QQ to relax online. After browsing stock market news for a while, her QQ started buzzing. It was a one-eyed pirate avatar with the username "Silent Falling Flowers."

Hi, hello.

"Hello." Li Min typed on the keyboard. Hua Luo Wusheng was in her friends list, but she couldn't remember when she had added this person.

"Can we talk?"

"Why should I chat with you?" Li Min has always been arrogant online.

The other party was silent for a moment, then sent a message: "Your report can't be printed; you need to take a break. Perhaps chatting would be a good alternative." (Regarding printing reports)

He even knew about this? Li Min began to suspect that this guy might not be her colleague. She clicked on Hua Luo Wusheng's profile; there was only one sentence: This guy is lazy.

Only one eye remained.

Upon seeing the word "eyes," Li Min felt a chill run down her spine. She immediately recalled the two words the dead thief Liu Qiang had repeatedly uttered before his death—"eyes."

Eyes. The most vulnerable organs of the human body often bring humanity the deepest fears. Li Min typed on the keyboard: "Why did you leave your eyes behind?"

"Pay back the debt."

"Whose debt are we repaying?"

"My father."

"You're being strange. Why would you give him back an eye?"

"Because his eyes were blinded. I was there at the time, but I couldn't stop it. So I'm an accomplice."

"Didn't you call the police?" As a police officer, Li Min believed that the authorities could uphold justice.

The other party remained silent. After a long while, they finally sent a message: "Sometimes, no one can uphold justice!"

Li Min, who had studied psychology at police academy, could deduce that the person sitting behind the long internet cable was likely someone who had experienced pain and was now pessimistic and hopeless. Most

Most women are kind. They feel compassion and want to help anyone who is pessimistic and disappointed. Li Min is no exception, although she...

She was a police officer, but more than anything, she was a kind woman.

She said, "I'm a police officer. Maybe I can help you uphold justice."

“We are not from the same era. You cannot uphold justice that has passed.”

"Am I that old? I think we're all very young," Li Min said, trying to lighten the mood.

"Let's meet, while we're both still young." The other person's attitude in proposing the idea was very firm.

Li Min guessed it must be a colleague joking with her, otherwise why would they ask to meet so quickly? She typed two neat characters on QQ.

--agree.

Night falls every day, just as people die every day. Optimists say: After every night comes dawn. Pessimists say: Day...

Then came night after night. At the bustling street corner, Li Min saw Hua Luo Wusheng. He stood beneath a tall locust tree, handsome and dashing, snow-covered...

The white shirt shimmered with vibrant colors under the city's neon lights. Li Min said, "I didn't expect you to be so handsome." Her praise was genuine. "I looked terrible an hour ago, but..."

"I will change." He smiled, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. They sat down in a fast food restaurant. Li Min hadn't eaten since the afternoon, so she ordered...

A serving of fried chicken wings, a veggie burger, and a large drink.

The flowers fall silently, yet they eat nothing.

"Don't you want to eat something?" Li Min asked.

"No, thank you. Haven't you heard the saying 'beauty is food for the eyes'? Looking at your beauty, I've long forgotten my hunger."

This guy has a sweet tongue, which makes Li Min feel a little embarrassed.

She rarely met people she met online, or rather, she disdained it. At police academy, she once accompanied a girl from her dorm to see a dinosaur. It was a real white one.

The Psittacosaurus, with its brightly colored clothing and astonishing appearance, had left an indelible shadow on Li Min's mind. Today, she had initially thought it was one of her colleagues...

He secretly asked her out, but to his surprise, she turned out to be a handsome young man.

The unexpected feeling ignited a series of colorful dreams in her heart.

She had a boyfriend while at police academy. Unfortunately, they ended up working in different places, so they broke up quickly. Human emotions...

It's always as unpredictable as the clouds. For Li Min, matters of the heart are something to be left to fate.

Today's unexpected encounter is hard to deny; it's likely a preordained arrangement of fate.

After a conversation, Li Min developed an irresistible fondness for the man in front of her. In her mind, men usually spoke rudely and casually.

But this man named "Silent Falling Flowers" was not only gentle and refined in his speech, but also exceptionally understanding. He seemed to know what you were thinking, as if he also knew your innermost thoughts.

What did he want to hear? His every word and action seemed to embody a romance specially arranged by heaven. And so, Li Min quickly felt herself intoxicated. Intoxicated? Numb.

Drunk? Or perhaps, bewitched?

She asked his name. She needed a real name to perfectly complete her dream.

"My name is Zheng Hao." When he speaks, his gleaming white teeth are always very noticeable.

The clock struck eleven. The fast food restaurant was closing.

Zheng Hao said, "My home is nearby, let's go sit there for a while."

"It's too late, it's not convenient." Li Min really didn't want such a wonderful night to end so soon.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not going to eat you."

"You think I'm scared?" Li Min said with a smile. "I'm a police officer, what do I have to be afraid of?"

Aren't you afraid of ghosts?

"Ghosts?" The strangeness of No. 85 Nanping flashed through Li Min's mind, but it was quickly replaced by Zheng Hao's smile in front of her. She said, "There are no ghosts in this world."

Even if it does, I'll tell it: 'Hey, I'm a police officer, put your hands behind your head and lean on the table!'

"Haha." Zheng Hao's pale face showed a helpless smile.

As Zheng Hao walked out of the fast food restaurant, he reached out to hail a taxi.

Li Min said, "Where do you live? I have a monthly bus pass, why don't we take the bus?" She liked to make men feel that she was frugal.

Zheng Hao did not object.

At 11:30, they boarded the last bus, number 34.

There weren't many passengers on the bus. Everyone was tired after a long day, and some were dozing in their seats. The city was peaceful and serene in the night. The driver and conductor were talking in hushed tones.

A soft whisper, like a drowsy sound, drifted in. Li Min and Zheng Hao gazed tenderly at each other in the flickering light. Who could say what was going on? Who could say...?

Nothing much, really? A woman will always indulge in daydreams when necessary.

The bus stopped at a station along the way, where some people got on and others got off.

Suddenly, the old man who had been sitting in the back row rushed over, grabbed Li Min's hand, and said, "Xiao Qin, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you. Your mother is sick..."

"Come to the hospital with me quickly."

Xiaoqin! Li Min had never heard of this name before, and the sudden turn of events left her completely bewildered.

The old man looked very anxious. He shouted, "Get out of the car quickly, we'll take a taxi to the hospital!" while secretly winking at Li Min. Zheng Hao, standing nearby...

Expressionless. Li Min was even more confused, her mind reeling. Was her mother really sick? But who was this old man? Was he mentally ill?

At this moment, Zheng Hao slowly reached out to push the old man, but the old man nimbly dodged to the side.

In the blink of an eye during this series of actions, Li Min seemed to see something and yet also saw nothing. Confused and bewildered, she was dragged and pulled off the car by the old man.