Weird Files 2 – Das Bizarre und das Reale

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Zheng Hao didn't get off the bus. He stood on it, expressionless. While Li Min and the old man were struggling, the last bus, number 34, drove away, taking Zheng Hao with him, who remained expressionless.

The man with the affectionate face drove away, quickly disappearing into the darkness at the end of the road. Li Min was furious. She shoved the strange old man aside and loudly demanded to know who he was.

What happened?

The old man calmed himself down before saying, "Young lady, I just saved your life."

"Huh—?" Li Min was even more confused.

"How long have you known that guy who was with you earlier?"

"What's it to you?" Li Min said irritably.

"Young lady, don't be afraid of what I'm about to say," the old man said earnestly.

"how?"

"Did you notice that the man who was with you just now never touched the ground?" The surrounding city night was quiet and ordinary, just as golden.

The streetlights shone brightly, contrasting with the equally dark buildings. But Li Min was genuinely frightened. Feet not touching the ground? It meant she was flying through the air. Such levitation was unbelievable.

It's something a human can do.

If Zheng Hao isn't human, then what is he?

She tried hard to recall every detail of her time with Zheng Hao, desperately searching for a rational explanation in the emptiness of her thoughts. But no matter how much she thought about it, Zheng...

Aside from his refined demeanor, Hao was pale, nothing but paleness, and a set of strikingly white teeth that always drew attention. Suddenly, she remembered something else. This matter...

It was even more terrifying and eerie, almost making her tremble.

Just now, when the old woman was helping her out of the car, Zheng Hao reached out to push her. In that instant, in that brief moment, Li Min saw something on the back of Zheng Hao's hand.

A small brown stain—living marks! In the chaos of the moment, she hadn't had time to think it through, so she hadn't noticed it. Now, suddenly remembering, cold sweat broke out down her icy skin.

His back slid down.

"I...thank you." Li Min started crying before she could finish expressing her gratitude to the old man. She was terrified. Girls often cry when faced with fear.

Tears. But after all, she was a criminal investigator, and even though she was afraid, she was still a police officer who understood legal procedures.

Bus route 43 passes by No. 85 Nanping.

Driven by professional instinct, she immediately realized that Zheng Hao bore a striking resemblance to the suspects in the previous two murder cases at No. 85 Nanping. Regardless of whether he was a person or...

A ghost, after all, is an important clue.

She asked the elderly man to go to the police station with her that night to give a statement. His testimony would make this bizarre experience more believable. Twenty-five minutes later, they arrived...

The car arrived at the city's criminal investigation team. The officers on duty laughed after listening to Li Min's breathless account. The story was too bizarre; nobody believed it.

They even joked around with Li Min.

Some said, "Xiao Li, I didn't know you had a hobby of meeting people online. I'll try to arrange a meeting with you online sometime."

Some people said, "Ghosts don't touch the ground? I've never heard of that. You must have watched too many horror movies."

Some said, "Hey, Li Min, how come you, a young comrade, have such strong feudal and superstitious beliefs? Why don't you go home and get some sleep instead of wasting time here?"

"What a waste of time." No one believed her, and Li Min shook her head angrily.

Just then, the phone rang. It was the traffic police, saying that the last bus of route 34 had been in an accident. No one laughed. A real sense of terror surged forth.

It lingered in everyone's heart. This was the last bus, number 34, that Li Min had just ridden; it was the same bus Zheng Hao had been on—it overturned, and no one survived. (As a criminal investigator...)

When they arrived at the scene, the bodies of several passengers and the driver had already been pulled from the ditch and lay in a straight line across the roadside. Each body, except...

Aside from being bumped and soaked, they all had their eyes wide open and mouths half-open, as if they had all seen something terrifying.

The police car lights flashed silently, casting intermittent red beams onto the faces of the corpses, creating a gruesome scene. The forensic report indicated that the driver, conductor, and passenger...

There were seven passengers in total, none of whom suffered fatal injuries when the car overturned into the ditch. The real cause of their deaths was fear; their hearts couldn't withstand the sudden impact.

Excessive secretion of adrenaline triggered by immense fear can cause the heart to stop beating suddenly, leading to death.

All seven people were scared to death. So what did they see before they died? What was it that could bring such terrifying fear to people?

At the criminal investigation team, Li Min and her colleagues were taking a statement from the elderly man who had just pulled her off the bus.

The old man's name is Geng Xiaren. He used to work at the Institute of Biology and is now retired.

The atmosphere was tense and solemn. Everyone listened attentively. One officer asked Officer Geng, "After you got in the car, how did you notice that Zheng Hao's feet weren't touching the ground?"

"I was sitting in the back of the car at the time, and I saw them as soon as they got in."

Li Min asked, "Why didn't you tell me right away?"

"That's impossible. At the time, I didn't know if he wanted to harm you."

Someone asked Mr. Geng, "How did you know that Zheng Hao wanted to harm Li Min?"

"Because at the time, he was secretly digging under the seat with one hand."

"Gouge out what?" "Gouge out their eyes." Recalling the eyes of the victims in previous cases who had their eyes gouged out, Li Min couldn't help but scream.

The old man said calmly, "Young lady, don't be afraid. Everyone encounters a few strange things in their life. Look, I'm over eighty years old. At my age..."

You'll find that the world around you is quite different from what you saw when you were young. I think maybe we were all too impatient when we were young, ignoring many things that seemed nonexistent.

The West was overlooked. Only when we grow old, perhaps closer to death, do we realize that the world isn't entirely the same as it seemed when we were young.

Geng Xiaren smiled kindly and said, "I study biology. I've spent most of my life in life sciences, but who knew I'd become more and more confused? Especially in this kind of delicate..."

The realm of divine energy contains many things that remain inexplicable. For example, the transmission of spiritual energy, while bordering on superstition, is not entirely so.

Our research in this area is only just beginning. For example, the person we see today may very well have had their spiritual energy, before death, partially transformed.

It stores things, and then releases them now. Its actions are not conscious, but purely instinctive, thus leading to many supernatural behaviors. In fact, these behaviors are all...

It was something he wanted to do before he died. While he was alive, he was a human being, so it was simply a human thought. There's nothing strange about it.

Li Min and her colleagues exchanged bewildered glances. The old man continued, "Perhaps this person suffered greatly before death, which led to a desire for revenge, so now he..."

Its behavior is harmful. Ancient texts record vengeful ghosts, which probably reflect this. Of course, this is just speculation, and we have no way to verify it now.

Because our current research on this type of neural reflex-based energy transfer is completely blank.” After thinking for a moment, he added, “That’s right. Back in teachers’ college…”

There was a biologist named Zheng Zuowei who was very knowledgeable in this field; at the time, he was the leader of our research group on life energy measurement. Unfortunately, the Cultural Revolution...

"Fate...heh, that's all in the past. I was young then, but now I'm retired."

"Is he dead now?" Being a young person, Li Min couldn't help but ask.

"Yes," the old man sighed. "I heard he committed suicide during the Cultural Revolution." The older generation showed more than just respect for death; it seemed as if they also...

There was a sense of waiting in his eyes. Therefore, Geng Xiaren's expression was solemn.

Detective Lao Yang suddenly asked, "What exactly is that thing? Is it a person or a corpse?" He remained silent for a while, and when he finally spoke, he startled everyone.

"It should be a corpse. That means there must be a corpse with energy inside. As long as we can find that corpse with energy transfer capabilities, we can prevent it."

It harmed people again.

Is this the best conclusion for the Nanping serial murder case? Can we use this still-developing theory as a basis for our conclusion?

Some believed it, some didn't. Li Min, at least, believed it, because she had seen Zheng Hao with her own eyes. And, based on a woman's intuition, she believed they would...

We met.

The meeting and discussions lasted all night, but by dawn, all that remained were several ashtrays full of cigarette butts; there were no real results.

The morning sky was overcast and gloomy. Another overcast day. Filled with a curious fear, or perhaps some inexplicable woman's feeling, Li Min came...

Go to the mysterious old locust tree in front of No. 85 Nanping. Perhaps this tree has some connection with Zheng Hao. The locust tree has dense branches and leaves, which rustle in the gentle breeze.

It rustled and sputtered. If it weren't for the old man's rescue last night, Li Min might already be hanging from the tree.

A white power line threaded through the branches of a locust tree caught her attention. This power line was a dedicated network line connecting to a nearby internet cafe. Li Min's heart tightened.

Could Zheng Hao have used this connection to orchestrate his "Silent Fall" scheme online? She quickly returned to the criminal investigation team's office and turned on her computer. In her QQ friend list...

The list of names, however, was nowhere to be found. A search online yielded the same result—no one had registered that name. Soon after, the person in charge of the investigation...

A comrade named Zheng Hao brought shocking news.

Zheng Hao, male, born in 1943, graduated from high school with excellent grades and was admitted to Harbin Institute of Technology. However, due to his political affiliation, he was expelled from the university and remained unemployed at home. He has been living in...

In Room 203, No. 85 Nanping. In 1965, his father, Zheng Zuowei, suffered a mental breakdown due to prolonged torture by Red Guards, and poisoned the food at home, leading to the deaths of the entire family.

All four members of the family died. Zheng Hao was 22 years old when he died. Most of the Zheng family's archives and photos were lost during the Cultural Revolution, with only a photo of Zheng Zuowei with the 1962 graduating class of the Teachers' College remaining.

A group photo of the graduates. Holding this enlarged black-and-white photograph, fear slowly crept into Li Min's heart. The people in the photo were wearing the most common dark-colored clothing of that time.

Their smiles were warm and friendly, like the portraits on urns, preserving their faces and voices for posterity, lest they be forgotten years later. The dark clothes stretched out in a continuous line, like a thick blanket of darkness.

Amidst the colorful clouds, Zheng Zuowei stood, smiling selflessly and confidently. He resembled Zheng Hao, whom Li Min had met; father and son shared the same deep, large eyes.

Where is Zheng Hao's body? Could Zheng Hao truly be a continuation of his father's spirit? If Zheng Hao was indeed a manifestation of some kind of transmitted spirit...

If that's the case, then what was his motive for killing one after another? Two girls have already had their left eyes gouged out and are hanging from the big locust tree in front of No. 85 Nanping. Is it because...

What untold secrets lie hidden within this locust tree? Perhaps the deceased simply felt inexplicably lonely, or perhaps Zheng Hao was enraged by his own death? He sought revenge! He killed...

He was his father, and also the embodiment of the cruel spirit of that era. He died, but his resentful spirit remained, harming society. Is this a valid explanation?

The investigation into Zheng Hao's family uncovered another strange event. This event was perhaps even more bizarre and terrifying than any supernatural occurrence.

Because a body that had been sealed away for nearly 36 years was found in a freezer in a hospital morgue. Perhaps due to negligence by management, or perhaps because...

An oversight in the registration book during the Cultural Revolution, or perhaps some inexplicable force at work, resulted in this corpse lying stiffly in the morgue's freezer for so long.

For years, no one cared or maintained the body. It wasn't until recently, during the hospital's corporate restructuring, that it was discovered. Having been stored in a freezer for many years, the body...

The muscles had atrophied, and many large and small livid spots had appeared on them.

After confirmation, the body was identified as Zheng Hao, who had been poisoned by arsenic years ago.

To further confirm whether this Zheng Hao was indeed the same Zheng Hao Li Min had seen that night, Li Min was asked to undergo verification. To be honest, doing...

Over the past year, detective Li Min had seen many corpses: some with their heads blown off, some with their thighs torn apart at the groin, some who had their eyes gouged out and died of fright. But this time...

The thought of identifying Zheng Hao, whom she had met and talked to, from a corpse that had been stored for over thirty years sent chills down her spine.

The morgue was dimly lit and eerily quiet. Several men accompanying her stomped their leather shoes on the floor with a "clack-clack" sound.

The morgue always seemed to have no windows; the stuffy air, the smell of medicine, and the 15-watt light bulbs, all combined with the surrounding silence, created a mysterious atmosphere at the boundary between life and death.

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