I Can Rewind

Chapter 320 Takeaway (3)

Yan Junze was determined to leave, and took Xiang'er to the door of the living room.

At this time, Xiang'er was also a little puzzled.

As far as she knows, it doesn't matter what time it is to get rid of the weirdness, as long as the weirdness is still here, it can be removed if the ability is sufficient.

I don't know what caused Yan Junze to make a fuss.

The two walked to the door, and Sun Changbiao, who was a little anxious, followed to the door. His wife Wu Xiaoyan seemed at a loss, thinking that she had done something wrong, so she also followed anxiously.

Yan Junze turned around and said, "No need to send it off."

Sun Changbiao was in a hurry and thought to himself, where the hell am I sending you off? How could you leave now?

I couldn't help it, and was about to speak, but Yan Junze stopped me with another sentence: "Did you eat a wrongly delivered takeaway on the day you met Weird?"

Sun Changbiao was taken aback, nodded and said: "Yes, the takeaway was just about to eat dinner when it was delivered. I saw that this silly woman hadn't cooked the meal yet, so I couldn't hold back for a while, so I just ate it."

"What is this takeaway...?" Yan Junze asked.

Sun Changbiao fell into hesitation, as if recalling: "Uh, it's a kind of dry vermicelli. The ingredients include tomato sauce, onion, and beef granules. It tastes sour and has no soup. It's not very tasty."

"Macaroni." Yan Junze said to himself, and then asked, "What does the delivery guy look like?"

"I can't see clearly." Sun Changbiao shook his head. "The man is thin and tall, and he should be in his forties, but it's dark outside the corridor here, so he can't see his face clearly."

"Slim and tall?"

According to Sun Changbiao's description, Yan Junze compared the appearance of the man who delivered the macaroni with the man who delivered the pizza to Si Nannan. He felt that they were similar in size and should be the same person.

This shows that there are not many people who deliver this weird food. One is the tall and thin man, and the other is the shorter middle-aged man.

"This... this, master, why does it take tomorrow to get rid of the weirdness?" Seeing that Yan Junze had already walked outside the door, Sun Changbiao couldn't help it, and finally asked.

Yan Junze gave another coquettish and slow smile: "I didn't bring any tools."

After leaving the community and walking on the street, Yan Junze took out his mobile phone to check the information of several other families who had a strange scene after eating takeaway.

Xiang'er moved closer to him and asked curiously, "Why does it have to be tomorrow?"

Yan Junze asked Xiang'er back: "After seeing Sun Changbiao, what do you think?"

After following Yan Junze for so long, Xiang'er has grown up very quickly, and nodded thoughtfully: "He looks at me very aggressively, and also, he doesn't treat his wife as a family."

"What else?" Yan Junze asked again.

"He He……"

Xiang'er hesitated for a long time, but Yan Junze took over and said, "He may have something else to hide from us."

"That's right." Xiang'er nodded, "He never let his wife talk."

"This kind of person disgusts me, so it's inevitable that he will suffer for a while longer." Yan Junze nodded.

Xiang'er wondered: "If you don't get rid of the weirdness today, what if their family is killed by the weirdness tonight?"

Yan Junze laughed, glanced inside his mind at the mission message that popped up when he entered Sun Changbiao's house, and said nothing more.

Back at the hotel next door, Yan Junze made a plan in his heart, planning to spend the day tomorrow to visit all the families who ate weird takeaways and were haunted by weirdness.

The addresses of these families are all in the Nancheng District of Tianmeng, and the distance is not too far.

After collecting enough information, you can make a guess or judge and find out who delivered the food.

Yan Junze believes that only by finding the ultimate source of food delivery, the problem of those who eat food being haunted by monsters can be truly solved. Now if he is asked to go from house to house to remove every monster, I am afraid that he will be exhausted to death.

In a short time, don't even think about going back to Suncheon City.

Back at the hotel and lying on the big soft bed, Yan Junze fell asleep very quickly.

Xiang'er sat on the chair beside the bed for a while, waited for Yan Junze to fall asleep before going to the bathroom to take a shower, then came out barefoot wrapped in a towel, stood in front of the French window and quietly watched the city under the night .

She enjoyed this feeling very much. She remembered that when she stayed in a hotel with Yan Junze for the first time, she stood in front of the window and watched the night scene all night.

At this time, Xiang'er has a comfortable feeling of being integrated into the city, into every social circle, and able to communicate with anyone without barriers.

This was a sea-shattering change from her previous life, and it made her intoxicated.

...

Sun Changbiao's house.

After Yan Junze and Xiang'er left, Sun Changbiao's face darkened.

He went back to the bedroom angrily, closed the bedroom door, took off his coat and sat on the bed, lit a cigarette, and smoked heavily regardless of whether the room was ventilated or not.

Seeing his appearance, Wu Xiaoyan became even more uneasy. She was not worried that Yan Junze hadn't got rid of the weirdness, but that she knew that her husband was very angry now, and based on past experiences, the anger was very likely to be spilled on herself.

He dawdly turned off the TV outside the living room, checked the doors and windows, and then timidly opened the bedroom door and walked into the bedroom.

Sun Changbiao didn't look at her either. While smoking a cigarette, he said, "What did you want to say just now? You kept interrupting. Didn't you see that I was talking to the Master of the Exorcist? Do you understand the rules?"

Wu Xiaoyan quickly shook her head: "Because...you...you said...wrong."

"What's wrong?" Sun Changbiao took a sharp puff of his cigarette, and then pressed the butt of the cigarette into the ashtray of the bedside table. "Aren't you the head you saw while washing the dishes? Didn't you get scared away? Didn't I drive you away?" past?"

"You...you didn't enter the kitchen, you pushed me, I fell in the kitchen, that head...talked to me..." Wu Xiaoyan stammered.

"Did I push you? Bastard, you fell in by yourself." Sun Changbiao stared, pointed at Wu Xiaoyan and said, "You can eat food but not talk nonsense. Don't go out and talk nonsense, I didn't touch it." you."

"You pushed me." Wu Xiaoyan said still, "You also pulled...the kitchen door."

"Say one more thing." Sun Changbiao stood up from the bed, clenched his hands into fists, and stared fiercely at the woman in front of him with a fierce look on his face.

Wu Xiaoyan was silent like a cicada, too frightened to speak again.

Sun Changbiao sat down again: "You also said that the head was talking to you, you were so frightened that you almost fainted, and you could still hear the head talking."

"You, you ran into the bedroom, so you didn't hear me, but I did." Wu Xiaoyan said.

"What did that head say?" Sun Changbiao asked.

"She asked me... where did her fingers go?"

"The toilet paper is in the fucking toilet." Sun Changbiao snarled, "Why don't you let her get it by herself? She's a poop-not-wiping-butt bastard, silly bitch, she talks nonsense all day long."

"No, no, it's not toilet paper, it's fingers..." Wu Xiaoyan was a little impatient, and stretched out her finger to gesture.

Sun Changbiao didn't even look at her. He lay on the bed, covered the quilt, and said viciously: "This is the last time. From now on, tell others that I pushed you and close the door. You see how I will deal with you!"

Seeing that he was going to sleep, Wu Xiaoyan relaxed a little, but she didn't dare to speak any more, and just stood timidly in front of the bedroom door. Wu Xiaoyan didn't dare to move until she heard Sun Changbiao's snoring and was convinced that the other party was asleep.

He slowly came to the bed, took off his coat, lifted a corner of the quilt, and slipped in quietly.

She didn't dare to make too much noise, lest she would blame herself after waking her husband up, until she lay down, her body was still tightly pressed against the edge of the bed on her side, and she didn't dare to move even when she was lying flat.

If it were a woman with a better mind, she would definitely not dare to sleep with Sun Changbiao at the moment, and would rather sleep on the sofa.

But Wu Xiaoyan is different. After undergoing brain surgery, her intelligence has indeed declined a lot, and sometimes she drools unconsciously when she is awake.

In her mind, husband and wife should sleep in the same bed, no matter how bad the relationship is.

The pulled quilt didn't completely cover her body, but covered more than half of her body. After Wu Xiaoyan couldn't feel the cold, she slowly closed her eyes.

On the fingertips that had just been punctured, the few black hairs had completely grown out, wrapping around Wu Xiaoyan's fingers.

She was very scared, but she didn't dare to tell her husband about it, lest Sun Changbiao would scold or even beat her when she found out.

"Take a nap, and you'll be fine tomorrow when you wake up." Wu Xiaoyan comforted herself secretly.

The room soon became quiet, except for Sun Changbiao's occasional snoring, there was also a very slight rustling sound intermittently.

Around three o'clock in the morning.

Sun Changbiao woke up, he was woken up by something.

After waking up from his sleep, Sun Changbiao was still a little confused for a moment, feeling that he was still dreaming.

It was dark in the bedroom, but there was light coming in from the window, so it wasn't too dark to see.

He raised his head and looked around, and then he realized that something had pricked his arm just now, and the direction of the prick was close to the side where Wu Xiaoyan was sleeping.

Sun Changbiao turned back and turned on the lamp on the bedside table, then turned around, looked in Wu Xiaoyan's direction, and found that the woman was fast asleep.

"Smelly woman, what are you wearing on your body that you put on the bed and stab someone?"

Sun Changbiao cursed, from his direction he could only see the woman's hair protruding from the quilt, he grabbed the quilt and threw it off, only to find that it was still hair.

Taking a closer look, at this moment Wu Xiaoyan's body has been wrapped by a lot of hair, only the toes of her feet can be seen, and the rest of her body is covered by this horrible, thick hair.

A feeling of fear and nausea surged, and Sun Changbiao lost all sleepiness in an instant. After a jolt, he quickly got out of bed and stood up without even wearing slippers.

The scene in front of me was very strange. These thick long hairs not only covered Wu Xiaoyan's body, but they were still wriggling, like long thin black worms, surrounding Wu Xiaoyan, and even began to spread around her body.

I was woken up by something, it must be the long hair that spread over.

Sun Changbiao's expression was pale, and he couldn't help shivering, feeling scared for a while.

Now that his wife is lying on the bed without any movement, he wonders if she is dead, and he will not care about this for the time being.

He tiptoed towards the door of the bedroom. Now that Wu Xiaoyan had become like this, Sun Changbiao didn't have the courage to stay here anymore, he just wanted to escape quickly.

Walking to the door of the bedroom, he stretched out his hand to press the doorknob, and was about to force it, when suddenly, his wife's voice came from behind him.

"Long... Biao."

Sun Changbiao looked back, and saw his wife, who was entangled in a lot of hair, had sat up at some point, and a dark human figure with countless hairs squirming on its body surface. clear words.

Sun Changbiao shuddered in fright, opened the bedroom door and ran out.

In a panic, he rushed into the son's bedroom opposite, closed the door tightly, then opened the closet and got in.

As soon as he turned around, he slowly pulled the closet door tight, and looked outside through the ventilation hole on the door.

"Long... Biao."

Wu Xiaoyan's voice was still ringing, unhurried, and then there were a lot of rustling sounds, and the woman seemed to get out of bed.

Sun Changbiao trembled violently all over his body. He bit his tongue hard. The intense pain diverted his attention from his fear and focused on the sound coming from outside.

The rustling sound came out of the bedroom, came to the corridor outside the bedroom, and gradually faded away.

It seemed to be in the direction of the living room, and then another "Chang Biao" sounded, and it really came faintly from the living room.

Sun Changbiao took a deep breath and felt less scared. He slowly opened the closet door, walked to the door of his son's bedroom, and lay down on the door to listen for a while.

At the beginning, I could hear the rustling in the distance, but then I couldn't hear it. It seemed that Wu Xiaoyan sat down in the living room, or returned to the master bedroom, and lay down on the bed again.

Sun Changbiao didn't even dare to breathe. After waiting for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold the doorknob, ready to open the door to have a look.

Just now he panicked and ran in the wrong direction. If the wife covered in hair went back to the master bedroom, he could just open the door and slip away immediately, and escape through the living room.

Just as he was about to turn the doorknob, a voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

"Long... Biao."

Sun Changbiao was so frightened that he withdrew his hands quickly, turned around and rushed towards the open wardrobe door, his movements were unparalleled.

At this time, the sound of twisting the doorknob came from behind him.

"Long... Biao."

Sun Changbiao strode into the closet. Fortunately, the soles of his feet were covered with clothes, and there was no sound, so he closed the closet door with his backhand.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The sound of his son's bedroom door opening coincided with the sound of the closet door closing. Sun Changbiao, who was hiding in the closet, felt that his heart stopped beating at this moment.

Almost holding his breath, he slowly turned around in the closet, looking outside with fear on his face.

Through the air vent of the closet door, he saw his wife, covered in long hair, walk in slowly.

These long hairs entwine Wu Xiaoyan's body so tightly that only a human silhouette covered by hair can be seen. This figure passed the bed where her son slept, passed the desk, and then slowly approached the wardrobe. .

"Long... Biao."

The indistinct voice came from the thick hair, adding a bit of weirdness.

Sun Changbiao hid in the closet, staring at the approaching haired body, his face turned blue from suffocation, and his breathing stopped.

The hair-covered human body seemed to be turning its head to observe the movement around it.

After a while, her head no longer turned, but faced the wardrobe directly in front, her upper body leaned forward, almost touching the door of the wardrobe.

Seeing this scene, Sun Changbiao's eyes almost popped out, and he stared at the hair-wrapped head outside the cabinet through the vent.

It stayed like that for three seconds.

He felt a little itchy when he stepped on the clothes, because there was no time to wear slippers, and he was barefoot at this time.

No, it's getting more and more itchy, not only the toes, but also the heels and calves are starting to itch.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to scratch it, but suddenly he touched a few strands of hair entwined on his calf, quickly looked down, and found that many strands of hair had crawled in from under the closet door and climbed onto his feet.

With a bang, the closet door opened.

The human body wrapped in long hair stood outside the closet, twisted its head twice quickly, and made an indistinct sound.

"Chang Biao, have you seen my index finger?"

There has never been such a situation. Writing the plot of these two days made me have nightmares. The nightmare I had last night scared me to death, and I didn’t sleep well all night. Well, let me write the plot of the nightmare someday. It's better to be scared alone than to be scared by others (smiling face)...