Ghost Detective

80 Chapter 80

Mrs. Zeng was taken aback by this question, then she smiled and shook her head in denial: "I never believed in those things, if it wasn't for my son, I wouldn't have sought you out either, originally the soul is a superstition, where did it come from the past and present?" , there is nothing after death.”

Yan Wenbo smiled and said nothing. Since the other party didn't believe it, he didn't need to explain too much.

At this time, the host spoke: "Mrs. Zeng, since you don't believe me, then tell me about some of the remarks that Master Yan made on the analysis of your son's death just now. Are they correct or are they just fabricated?"

The host's words are for the effect of the program, and to show the prowess of Yan Wenbo's skills.

Madam Zeng curled her lips, and nodded reluctantly, "What he said just now is true. My son did commit suicide by taking sleeping pills in the room on the wedding night."

"What about the crying from the room at night? Also, is it really around eleven o'clock in the evening, not other times?" The host continued to ask.

"What he said is completely consistent, but I really don't know how he knew those details that outsiders would never know." Mrs. Zeng was telling the truth, and she acquiesced in Yan Wenbo's ability in her heart.

At this time, the host changed the subject and looked at Yan Wenbo: "Master Yan, what method did you use just now to know the details that outsiders cannot know? Can you tell me."

Having said that, the camera is on his face.

In fact, the scene of him making the cross with blood on his palm just now, and the scene of bleeding from his index finger were all photographed and given a close-up.

Yan Wenbo was expressionless, and said with a serious face: "If we are in this business, we will naturally have a way to know. As for how I know, I use my own method. You also saw it just now. I drew blood on the palm of my hand. Cross, that was me reciting the mantra, but Mrs. Zeng’s son’s soul didn’t cooperate at all, which caused me to encounter obstacles in the process of practicing, and it became a little difficult. However, I still saw some blurred memories of Mrs. Zeng’s son during his lifetime. life trajectory."

"Can you really see it?" The host looked shocked.

Including the other three [-]th-line artists who had never had a sense of existence, they all looked at Yan Wenbo with curiosity and fascination.

Yan Wenbo was a little overwhelmed by the exaggerated reaction of the host, and asked instead: "It seems that this is not the first time."

The host's question is a bit repetitive. It's not the first time he's recording a show, it's been several episodes. Doesn't he feel embarrassed to hear his question every time?

The host can be thick-skinned, not embarrassed at all, and nodded tacitly: "Yes, Master Yan is not an ordinary person, so he can see things that ordinary people can't see, otherwise he can't help others. Disasters and difficulties."

Ye Nuochen came over and said to Madam Zeng: "My friend will be here in a while."

Mrs. Zeng glanced at him, and she couldn't take her eyes away after just one glance. He was so similar. This was clearly the same person, so much like Wang Xi!

Ye Nuochen sat beside Yan Wenbo, and found that Mrs. Zeng was still looking at him, so he looked away and looked around, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the photo of Mu Lingsheng's previous life on the table. I put it there after reading it.

Mrs. Zeng's gaze also moved to the table, she reached out to pick up the photo and stared at it silently, and couldn't help sobbing softly after looking at it.

His crying made the eyes of the people around him turn red, especially the only girl here, I saw tears in her eyes, staring at a certain place full of thoughts, as if thinking of something sad.

"Mrs. Zeng, your son's soul is still wandering in this villa. He has been waiting for Wang Xi. It seems that he has been waiting for a long time. I can't sense Wang Xi's soul." Yan Wenbo said suddenly.

Mrs. Zeng recalled while sobbing: "He, a few days before my son's wedding, he cut his wrist and committed suicide at home. Butler Wang found out and told me that my son overheard it, so he did it on the wedding night. Suicide by drinking sleeping pills."

For some reason, Ye Nuochen's tears slid down the corners of his eyes without warning, he couldn't help it, it made him heartache and sad as if he felt the same, and it was as difficult to breathe as if he was about to suffocate.

It turned out that in his previous life, he died at a young age, and he died so badly. He committed suicide by cutting his wrists. Mu Lingsheng also died by taking sleeping pills. .

It's no wonder that Mu Lingsheng's soul in his previous life was so lonely and desolate, and he has been wandering here waiting for Wang Xi's soul.

The more I think about it, the more my heart hurts, and the more my heart hurts, the more tears I shed. In the end, it was like a flood that broke a bank and couldn't stop, crying silently without saying a word.

Yan Wenbo found out when he shed his first tear, and kept seeing him shed more tears. The silent crying made him feel very distressed. He knew what he was thinking, so he began to wipe away his tears silently.

Wiping and wiping, Ye Nuochen suddenly came back to his senses, and his eyes just turned to Yan Wenbo's face. The two looked at each other and paused for several seconds before Ye Nuochen noticed that Yan Wenbo was holding a tissue in his hand. Wiping his tears, his face flushed instantly, he grabbed the tissue in his hand and said hastily, "I'll do it myself."

This scene has long been recorded by the camera.

Mrs. Zeng also noticed Ye Nuochen's tears, thinking that he was crying because of her son's death, and her impression of him was much better.

The host wiped the corners of his eyes with a tissue, and wiped his nose after wiping the corners of his eyes. His eyes and nose were red. It seemed that he was also touched.

"It's a pity that two young teenagers just died like this." The host regretted from the bottom of his heart, and when he said this, he turned to Yan Wenbo and said, "Master Yan, what can you do to make them agree?" See you?"

"Meeting each other? I'm afraid it's not a dream!" Mrs. Zeng sneered suddenly.

"What's wrong?" The host looked at Mrs. Zeng suspiciously.

Mrs. Zeng cried and laughed: "There is a misunderstanding between them, how could Wang Xi meet my son?"

"Then do you want to help them meet and fulfill your son's wish?" The host was on Yan Wenbo's side this time.

Madam Zeng hesitated.

"It's this time, and you are still torturing your son. I saw his soul crying, crying very sadly. He was in the room on the third floor, calling Wang Xi's name all the time. It was extremely sad." Yan Wenbo said in a tone. There was a slight anger in the coldness.

Upon hearing these words, Mrs. Zeng lowered her head and stared at the photo again, and couldn't help crying with sobs.

"Xiaofeng...my Xiaofeng..." she cried while stroking the smiling face on the photo with her finger, "Xiaofeng, it was my mother who made a mistake. Mom is sorry for you. Mom shouldn't have separated you and Wang Xi, yes My mother is wrong, my mother deserves death, homosexuality is not wrong, it is me who is wrong, it is me..."

Crying to the extreme, Madam Zeng suddenly closed her eyes and passed out.

Filming was terminated at this point.

When Mrs. Zeng woke up, the first thing she saw was his son Xiaofeng standing beside her bed. The boy was none other than his son Xiaofeng. She stretched out her hand to grab Xiaofeng in ecstasy: "Son, Is it you? Is it really you? You came to see your mother? Are you finally willing to come out?..."