Wen Wen rubbed his hair in distress. He had listened to Li Dazhuang's account, a jumble of stammering words that yielded nothing useful.
To put it bluntly, he had no concrete proof that his uncle's issues were related to supernatural powers.
"This is difficult. You don't know what's wrong with your uncle, but you're certain something is wrong?"
"Under the presumption of innocence, mere suspicion is useless."
Li Dazhuang gave a wry smile. He didn't want to be like this, but apart from the incident where a rat was bitten to death, he had found no other evidence of his uncle's abnormality.
Whether in front of him or anyone else, his uncle was the same person as before, showing no oddities.
What made him resolve to seek Wen Wen's help was an incident where he saw the look in his uncle's eyes when his uncle looked at him. It wasn't the look of a person, but of food!
"Never mind. Regardless, I have to meet your uncle. Until I confirm it with my own eyes, I can't make a decision."
Actually, Wen Wen was more inclined to believe Li Dazhuang because he knew Li Dazhuang to be rather unlucky…
So, Wen Wen decided to personally visit Li Dazhuang's uncle, Zheng Feng.
However, he couldn't just go like that. He couldn't directly tell people he was a demon hunter, so he needed to disguise himself.
He first had Li Dazhuang wait while he went to a 24-hour pharmacy to buy a stethoscope, which he hung around his neck. He also produced a pair of glasses from who knows where.
Paired with his white coat, a casual glance would make him look quite like a doctor.
Finally, he took out a small bag, rummaged through it, and found a psychologist's ID card, which he hung around his neck.
When working as a detective, it was sometimes necessary to pose as other identities. The identity of a psychologist was more likely to gain the trust of criminals with disturbed minds, so Wen Wen always kept fake IDs.
Well…
Not just a psychologist, his bag also contained IDs for police officers, university professors, federal agents, active military officers… and a whole lot more.
This was a necessity for being a detective… perhaps.
"Let's go, take me to see your uncle," Wen Wen said to Li Dazhuang after completing his disguise.
Li Dazhuang stared at Wen Wen, whose aura had drastically changed in such a short time, and his mouth fell open. It was like a magic trick of people changing.
"What are you gaping at? Lead the way."
Arriving at Zheng Feng's house, Wen Wen politely knocked. After a few knocks, no one opened the door. Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, gradually increasing his force. If the door wasn't opened within a minute, he could dismantle it.
Hearing the thudding sounds, Li Dazhuang trembled behind Wen Wen. He wondered if bringing Wen Wen here would harm his uncle.
"Coming, what's the rush? Are you trying to demolish the house?"
Zheng Feng opened the door, looking with dissatisfaction at Wen Wen's arrogant demeanor and Li Dazhuang's sheepish grin.
"Dazhuang, what are you doing?"
"Uh… Uncle, this is the new psychologist I found for you, Wen…" Li Dazhuang said weakly.
Zheng Feng's brows furrowed into a knot. He said with evident displeasure, "Do I need you to find me a psychologist? And if you're finding one, find a proper one. This guy looks more agitated than I am."
Wen Wen stood tall in front of Li Dazhuang and declared righteously, "Sir, you can question my character, but you cannot question my professional ethics."
"I have treated many patients with overactive psychological issues. After my treatment, they no longer harmed others, but instead learned and improved together."
This was not a lie from Wen Wen. The patients he spoke of were the monsters in his containment facility.
They did indeed learn together, improve together, and desperately wanted to strangle Wen Wen…
Seeing Wen Wen's expression, Zheng Feng was startled, thinking he had hurt Wen Wen's feelings.
But Wen Wen seized the moment of his distraction and walked into the house, boldly sitting on the sofa.
Seeing that the person had already entered, Zheng Feng didn't try to drive him out anymore. He sat opposite Wen Wen, intending to get rid of him.
"Dr. Wen, let's get straight to the point. I genuinely have no mental illness and do not need your help. You may leave now."
Wen Wen didn't respond. His nostrils twitched slightly. There was a smell of blood in the room, human blood!
So, he stood up and said, "It smells so good."
Then, he walked to the kitchen on his own, stood at the doorway, and his pupils suddenly shrank as he peered inside.
Zheng Feng hurried behind Wen Wen and said, "Mr. Wen, please be mindful. This is my home."
He looked displeased. Was this so-called Dr. Wen really professional? He might as well call him Dr. Plague.
"I apologize, after accepting this child's commission, I rushed here directly and hadn't had dinner yet…"
Li Dazhuang pouted. Bullshit. When they first met, this guy reeked of alcohol.
Zheng Feng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is deer bone soup that I'm stewing. Would you like to try some?"
"No, no, no. During treatment, I do not accept anything from patients, not even a needle or a thread."
Wen Wen politely refused, absolutely unwilling to eat anything of unknown origin when dealing with suspected supernatural events.
However, the taste of the soup was indeed strange, not like common pork, beef, or lamb.
If it were deer bones, it could be plausible, as Wen Wen had never eaten venison.
He sat back on the sofa and, in the gentle tone commonly used by psychologists on television, said, "Regardless, I am here to treat you. Please tell me about your situation."
He secretly snapped his fingers, activating the power of the Whispering Treant. If Zheng Feng was a completely ordinary person, he wouldn't refuse Wen Wen's request now.
As expected, Zheng Feng's attitude and tone softened, and he genuinely began to narrate as if he were a patient.
"It all started two months ago. I was going home in a dense fog and accidentally bumped into something, and then I fainted."
Seeing his cooperation, his suspicion decreased slightly. However, if the Whispering Treant's power didn't work, it would prove he wasn't ordinary.
But if the Whispering Treant's power did work, it wouldn't prove he had no issues, as he could be faking it.
"Can you describe what kind of fog it was?" Wen Wen asked, narrowing his eyes.
Zheng Feng paused, not understanding why Wen Wen was interested in an ordinary fog.
"It was very dark that night, and I couldn't see clearly, but it seemed like something was floating in the dense fog. The air in Furong River really needs to be managed."
"It was a bit scary, so I walked very fast, which is why I bumped into something. When I woke up, the fog had already dispersed."
Wen Wen's eyes flickered slightly. Something floating in the fog…
Could it be the Grey Fog layer?