Wang Junyi woke up from his coma, finding Wen Wen sitting in front of him, fiddling with a strange bone cane, exuding a peculiar, eerie aura.
Seeing his apprehension, Wen Wen offered him a cup of tea and said, "Don't be nervous. Say what you wanted to say before, this time nothing will go wrong."
Wang Junyi remembered his purpose for coming and said to Wen Wen, "I'm here mainly because of my son, he..."
"First, talk about my father," Wen Wen requested calmly.
Wang Junyi opened his mouth, recalling Wen Wen's earlier strangeness, and could only proceed as Wen Wen wished.
"I met your father fifteen years ago. Back then, he was already a very capable detective. Although he had some quirks that made him not well-received by other detectives, his abilities were undeniable."
Wen Wen nodded. This description matched his impression of his father, Wen Rui.
"That year, we worked on a case together, and through it, I learned that your father had the ability to handle certain special cases."
Wen Wen's eyebrows rose. What did "special cases" refer to?
For detectives, "special cases" could mean many things, but for Wen Wen, it only referred to supernatural events!
Wang Junyi continued, "After that, we met a few more times, and I personally witnessed his special abilities. He told me then that if I ever encountered a case I couldn't solve, I could seek his help."
"So, after my son got into trouble, your father was the first person I thought of. But I was shocked to hear the news of his death."
Wen Wen pondered for a moment and asked, "Then what did you mean before when you said my father might not be dead?"
Wang Junyi forced a wry smile and said, "After hearing about his death, I found it hard to believe. He was my only hope, and I felt that a person like him wouldn't die so easily. So, I did some investigating, and discovered that your father's grave was empty."
"You... dug up the grave!"
The bone cane in Wen Wen's hand twisted unnaturally, making Wang Junyi instinctively uneasy, though he didn't know where the problem lay.
If it were Wen Wen before he crafted the cane, he might have lost control and driven Wang Junyi mad again.
Urged by a sense of inexplicable tension, Wang Junyi quickly explained, "You've misunderstood. We are friends, how could I possibly dig up a grave? I investigated at the funeral home and learned that your father's body was never sent there. The coffin was empty during the burial..."
"Impossible, I clearly saw..."
Wen Wen stopped mid-sentence. He had indeed seen the body, but so what?
The body had been mangled by an explosion and was beyond specific identification.
Besides, even if it had been his father, it wouldn't prove anything. One must remember that even Wen Wen himself could create a fake corpse! Sudan Novel Network.
"After this discovery, I went to investigate the scene of your father's accident. There were no traces of an accident there. There was no car crash at all!"
"Therefore, I believe your father might not be dead. He might have faked his death to escape enemies or to undertake some important task."
"That's also why I observed your house with binoculars. I was afraid of running into your enemies. I just hoped that one day your father would return and save my son."
After listening to Wang Junyi's account, Wen Wen's emotions were turbulent. He felt an urge to rush to the cemetery and unearth the grave.
Thinking back now, his father's death was indeed full of suspicious details. When handling his father's funeral affairs, those so-called friends of his father appeared only once and then became unreachable.
Wen Wen had only seen his father's body once, and couldn't even discern his features.
Moreover, after Wen Wen became a detective, he discovered that Wen Rui was not listed in the registered detective directory. Even if a legal detective died, their identity would not be canceled within a few years.
Upon closer inspection, almost everything was a point of suspicion. Wen Wen suddenly felt as though he barely knew his own father.
He remained silent for a long time, then said to Wang Junyi, "Now, you can tell me about your son."
"Since you don't know where your father is, I won't say it. That matter is something only your father could handle," Wang Junyi refused, shaking his head.
Wen Wen's eyebrows twitched slightly, making him even more interested. "I'm a detective too. What is it that only he could do, and I cannot?"
Wang Junyi sighed and said, "My son's situation is not an ordinary case. I've sought help from many people, but no one could solve it. Instead, they thought I was crazy."
"If it's not an ordinary case, then I'm even more determined to hear about it. Rest assured, whatever my father could do, I can do too!"
The nature of this case would determine where Wen Rui's peculiarity lay. Therefore, to understand Wen Rui, Wen Wen decided to get involved.
Upon hearing this, a flicker of hope ignited in Wang Junyi's eyes. He took a sip of tea and began to narrate, "It happened three years ago. My son, Wang Zixuan, received a bizarre text message, and three days later, he fell into a coma!"
"He remained in a coma for ten days. When he finally woke up, I almost didn't recognize him."
"In front of others, Zixuan is just an ordinary well-behaved child. No one would think he's abnormal. But when he's alone, this child is simply terrifying!"
"He likes to eat raw meat, insects, and things with a strong腥味. His room is always filled with large nests of insects. Sometimes he mutters incomprehensible words, and his eyes occasionally turn pitch black..."
After describing for a while, Wang Junyi glanced at Wen Wen's expression and then forced a wry smile. "Many people have heard my story, but few have reacted as calmly as you. Now, I truly believe you are like your father."
Then, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Wen Wen. The paper contained the content of the text message.
Picking up the paper, Wen Wen read aloud, "Congratulations, you have received this lucky message. This is your friend's blessing to you..."
Reading it through, the message was a scam disguised as a blessing: forward it for good fortune, don't forward it and suffer misfortune.
Such messages had gone out of fashion years ago. Everyone had received similar things, yet not everyone suffered because of them. To attribute the incident to this message seemed far-fetched.
"Have you considered that this might just be a coincidence? That your son just happened to have an accident and didn't forward the message..."
Wang Junyi shook his head bitterly and said, "At first, I thought the same way. I didn't think there was anything wrong with the message. But the day after my son fainted, the phone itself sent the message to another person!"