Weird Files 2 – Das Bizarre und das Reale

Kapitel 2

A female corpse was found hanging from a locust tree branch four or five meters above the ground by a white leather strap, swaying gently in the wind—a truly gruesome sight. The corpse was dressed in black business attire.

The girl's left eye had been gouged out, leaving a large, bloody hole. Judging from her wide-open right eye and agape mouth, the girl's last moments were...

He must have suffered a great shock.

Li Min felt a little nauseous. Although she had seen many corpses, such a terrified expression still made her heart race. Before she could catch her breath, she...

Several detectives who arrived earlier began their investigation and evidence collection. Strangely, no evidence was left at the scene. The body had been hung five or six meters high, but there was nothing on the large locust tree.

There were no signs of climbing, and no ladder marks on the ground. Did the body jump up there itself? The autopsy report and the identification of the deceased were completed quickly.

They've arrived. An investigation revealed the deceased was Wang Juan, female, 23 years old, Han ethnicity, an employee of a company. She had been working for two years with a good professional record and no criminal record.

The autopsy report confirmed that the deceased had his left eye gouged out with a thin, sharp instrument before death, while the rest of his body was unharmed and he had not engaged in sexual activity.

The cause of sudden death was a sudden surge in adrenaline secretion triggered by a sudden stimulus, leading to rapid heart and lung failure. In simpler terms...

He was scared to death.

Some onlookers claimed that room 203 at No. 85 Nanping was a haunted house, and that the woman had been strangled by a ghost. The criminal investigation team, of course, didn't believe it. But out of caution...

During this time, they still managed to get the key from the teacher training college's housing management office and opened the door to room 203.

Room 203 remained empty, just as it had always been. A thick layer of dust covered the floor, and the whitewash on the walls had become mottled and uneven with age. The detectives were astonished.

A strange discovery was made: a clear footprint of a woman's high heels extended inwards from the dust on the floor, reaching the center of the room before suddenly disappearing. That is...

The story goes that a woman wearing high heels walked into this house, but when she reached the center of the room, her feet suddenly left the ground, leaving no trace whatsoever.

That's it. This strange occurrence baffled the detectives. The room's floor was covered in dust, and clear footprints were left everywhere anyone walked. This...

Do women who wear high heels fly?

The results of the study on the high-heeled shoe footprints were even more astonishing. The footprints matched perfectly with the foot of the one-eyed woman's corpse hanging from the locust tree outside the building, confirming that...

These footprints were left by Wang Juan before her death. The window of room 203 showed no signs of having been opened; decades of dust had accumulated in the corner, suggesting the window had long been unable to be opened.

Residents in the surrounding area all stated that they did not hear any strange noises last night, nor did anyone see anything unusual. The police dogs that were brought in also did not detect anything unusual.

A strange smell.

Everything was strange and bizarre. No one could explain how the woman named Wang Juan had flown from the house to the locust tree outside. Her left eye was gouged out.

Was that thin, sharp tool actually a human fingernail? And what scared her to death? On the way back to the criminal investigation team, Detective Yang touched his bald forehead and said to the big...

The guy said, "It's fucking weird. Think about it, how come there isn't a single cobweb in room 203, which hasn't been lived in for a long time?" This question sent a chill down the spines of everyone in the car.

And chestnuts. Some things are better left unexamined, because the deeper you delve, the more inexplicably terrifying they become. Could there truly be some supernatural being in this world?

Several months later, more strange things began to happen.

Huang Xiaojie is a sophomore majoring in mechatronics and automation. Aside from the monotonous and tedious mechanical and electronic studies, her favorite activity is chatting online.

On a weekend afternoon, the name "Silent Fall of Flowers" suddenly popped up on her QQ. Huang Xiaojie couldn't remember when she had added this person. Clicking on the profile details...

There were only a few words: "This guy is lazy, he only has one eye left." The strange language immediately piqued Huang Xiaojie's curiosity. After more than two hours of conversation...

That day, she learned of Hua Luo Wusheng's pitiful background: orphaned, with a younger sister who had died years ago, he wandered alone in the dim world. (Female college student)

She was almost moved, her eyes welling up with tears. When Hua Luo Wusheng suggested meeting, she agreed without hesitation.

As the last rays of the setting sun cast a somber, dark red glow in the west, Huang Xiaojie saw Hua Luo Wusheng standing at the school gate. Hua Luo Wusheng was standing under a large locust tree.

Below, pale skin framed his handsome face, and his cold demeanor, like that of an assassin, was enough to make any girl's heart flutter. Huang Xiaojie was astonished by his handsomeness.

At the same time, it was also strange that a large locust tree had suddenly appeared outside the familiar school gate. They sat down in an elegant chat room outside the campus. After a brief...

After brief and polite introductions, they began to talk about modern literature. Huang Xiaojie said, "My favorite writer is Chi Li; I think her writing is very lifelike."

Have you read her book, *The Birth of the Sun*? The details of life in it feel just like we've all experienced them. It's amazing.” She paused, then continued: “Oh, that Naoko…”

"Not bad either. I've read his 'Thief Catches Policeman,' it's quite good too." Hua Luo Wusheng looked at the cup in her hand and said, "Writers are actually using paper and..."

Words convey the spirit that people imagine. The magnitude and strength of this spirit reveal the skill of each writer.

"Yes, yes." A few of those words made sense, and Huang Xiaojie's eyes shone with admiration. She asked naively, "Can mental power really..."

Transmission? I mean, the power to transform the mind into matter, like a psychic ability. Young people across the centuries have always been interested in the supernatural.

Hua Luo smiled silently, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. "Yes, of course," he said. "Our thinking is actually a complex form of mental belief."

These signals, like electrical energy, are invisible yet contain immense power. Sometimes, these spiritual signals can be transformed into incredible forces through certain mediums.

"Quantity is the same principle as converting electrical energy into kinetic energy using an electric motor." Huang Xiaojie blinked repeatedly at this strange and unusual statement.

The flowers fell silently as she continued, "It's like looking at a painting of tranquil landscapes in a noisy place. When you truly understand the tranquility in the painting..."

This means that one can escape the noisy reality around them and reach the tranquil spirit that the painter wants to convey. Why is this? Because the painter, through paper and painting...

This medium, by conveying the spiritual tranquility he wanted to express to you, distorts, obscures, and even alters the spiritual signals you would normally perceive as noisy.

The message from God alters your original understanding of things, misleads you, and causes you to lose yourself.

"That makes sense." Huang Xiaojie nodded earnestly. She was utterly impressed by the knowledgeable netizen in front of her.

“So the power of the spirit can be transmitted. For example—” He glanced at her wistfully before continuing, “For example, feelings.” Huang Xiaojie felt…

My heart was pounding.

"If someone likes you, how do you sense it? Sometimes, there are invisible spiritual signals being transmitted, and you can feel them. When you are a..."

When you are infatuated with or fall in love with someone, your sensitive soul is actually being influenced by the spiritual energy emanating from that person. If you can control this force...

"Quantity, perhaps you can control others, make them hallucinate, create illusions that don't exist." The flowers fell silently, yet seemed to laugh, two rows of gleaming white teeth flashing in his eyes.

The blood-red lips were especially noticeable against the background.

Huang Xiaojie was confused. Could this handsome man talking about feelings with her be a hint?

She was no stranger to relationships. Huang Xiaojie's boyfriend was an ordinary boy in her department. For the past year, their relationship had remained lukewarm and lacked excitement.

Feelings. Compared to her boyfriend, she undoubtedly felt more attracted to this handsome man. She felt her face getting hot...

At 10:40 PM, the chat room owner watched Huang Xiaojie leave with that man. When paying, the man tossed down a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Keep the change."

The brown marks on the back of my hand were accidentally revealed.

Seeing Huang Xiaojie linking arms with that man as she left, the chat room owner couldn't help but lament the prevalence and vulgarity of female college students dating wealthy men. Until the next day...

That morning, people saw Huang Xiaojie again. The body of this beautiful female college student had been hung from the locust tree in front of No. 85 Nanping. Her left eye had been gouged out.

All that remained was a dark, bloody hole staring at this strange world.

After receiving the report, criminal investigator Li Min and several colleagues rushed to the scene. When she saw Huang Xiaojie's body, like Wang Juan's, hanging swaying precariously...

On the old locust tree in front of No. 85 Nanping, Li Min couldn't help but cover her mouth, gaping in shock. Poor Huang Xiaojie had also lost her left eye, the white and red...

The liquid almost completely filled the bloody hole. The corpse swayed in the wind.

The surrounding onlookers were buzzing with discussion.

Some people said, "This must have been done by the evil spirits in the haunted house of Room 203."

"It's strange that the Zheng family's ghost hasn't dissipated for so many years." Someone else said, "Hey, I heard that the person who lived in room 203 back then had their left eye blinded."

The left eyes of both murdered girls were gouged out...

"Have you ever heard of a freak without eyes?" ...

The autopsy report bore many similarities to the previous murder case. The victim's left eye had been gouged out with a sharp object resembling a fingernail or blade; the rest of the body...

The rest of her body was unharmed. The cause of death was also sudden cardiac failure due to excessive fear. The only difference was that Huang Xiaojie's body had injuries to her chest and abdomen.

There was a lot of dust and dirt, suggesting that the deceased had been dragged along the ground for some distance.

Li Min glanced at her colleague beside her; the colleague was also looking at her, and a terrifying atmosphere instantly filled the air. Because they both thought of the same place—thick, gray...

Room 203, covered in dust. Opening the door to room 203, sure enough, a long, wide mark was clearly visible on the dusty floor, indicating something had been left through the doorway.

It was dragged to the center of the room, and then inexplicably disappeared there. The filth in front of Huang Xiaojie matched perfectly with the dust on the floor of room 203. That is...

It is said that Huang Xiaojie was dragged into room 203 while lying on her stomach. As for how she was suddenly lifted off the ground inside the room and how she was hung from the room to the large locust tree outside the building,

That remains to be seen.

The criminal investigation team members exchanged glances. More than three months had passed since the Wang Juan murder case, and they still hadn't found any clues. The case remained unsolved, and no one felt it was possible...

The smell. The same cases happening in such a short time, at the same location, under the same circumstances, and with the same incomplete and unresolved nature, made everyone feel...

Suppressing his anger, Detective Yang touched his shiny forehead and said, "This is fucking unbelievable! Looks like my bonus for this month is gone again."

Li Min shook her head helplessly.

The branches and leaves of the large locust tree outside the north window swayed in the wind. The provincial department attached great importance to the similar cases that occurred one after the other. Under the guidance of relevant leaders...

The Municipal Public Security Bureau indicated that it had formed a special investigation team to directly handle the murder case at No. 85 Nanping. Li Min was very happy to be assigned to this team. Besides her daily work...

Besides the subsidy of over thirty yuan, she was also overjoyed to be involved in the investigation of such a major case that was highly valued by provincial leaders for the first time since starting work.

Soon, the comrades who went to Huang Xiaojie's school to investigate brought exciting results. They found the chat room owner who last saw Huang Xiaojie that night.

In the special task force office set up by the Municipal Bureau after clearing out the warehouse, the owner of the chat room recounted in detail the last time he saw Huang Xiaojie.

"She was with a man at the time. The man was probably in his early twenties, wearing what looked like a white shirt and gray-blue trousers, and he looked quite unfashionable."

"Looks like him? He's quite handsome. Big eyes, white teeth, red lips, but his skin is a bit pale, almost bloodless."

"Are his teeth unusual?" Li Min, who was taking the statement, couldn't help but ask. It's rare for people to pay so much attention to someone else's teeth during a case.

"No, no," the chat room owner waved his hands repeatedly. "His teeth aren't anything special. They're just rather noticeable, especially when he smiles, which immediately caught my eye."

I noticed it. Oh, right, that man had a brown spot about the size of a bottle cap on his hand.

This was a crucial clue, and the criminal investigation team immediately became alert. Someone had obtained various photographs of human skin marks from the forensic expert.

Let the chat room owner identify it. The owner looked at it for a long time before pointing to a photo and saying, "Ah, right, it looks like this." Turning the photo over, there were two...

The word is "corpse spots".

A chill ran through everyone present.

The chat room owner said dejectedly, "This is really unlucky. One of the bills I received the day the girl had the accident was ghost money. Could it be a ghost?"

Whether ghosts exist or not, nobody knows.

After a night of meetings and countless cigarette butts, the task force leaders finally decided to set up surveillance cameras near No. 85 Nanping. Besides some officers stationed there,

The other comrades continued to investigate the suspect's clues, particularly the brown spots on the back of his hand. Another month quickly passed. The investigation into the suspect's clues yielded no results, while the surveillance of Room 203...