Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 349 - 347: Mysterious Text Message

Chapter 349: Chapter 347: Mysterious Text Message

Wang Junyi woke up from his coma to find Wen Wen sitting in front of him, playing with a strange, bony cane and exuding a weird, demon-like aura.

Seeing him a bit nervous, Wen Wen handed over a cup of tea and said, "Don’t be nervous, just tell me what you wanted to say before, this time there won’t be any accidents."

Wang Junyi remembered the purpose of his visit and said to Wen Wen, "I came here mainly because of my son’s matter, he..."

"Let’s talk about my father’s matter first," Wen Wen requested in a calm tone.

Wang Junyi opened his mouth, recalling the eeriness Wen Wen had previously shown, and had to continue according to Wen Wen’s wishes.

"I met your father fifteen years ago when he was already a pretty excellent detective, although a bit eccentric, which made him less recognized by other detectives, but his abilities are undoubtedly exceptional."

Wen Wen nodded, this matched his impression of his father Wen Rui.

"That year, we worked on a case together, and during that case, I learned that your father had the ability to handle some special cases."

Wen Wen’s eyebrows raised, what did he mean by special cases?

For a detective, special cases could mean a lot, but for Wen Wen, the only special cases are supernatural events!

Wang Junyi continued, "After that, we met a few more times, and I personally witnessed his special abilities. He told me then, if I came across any case I couldn’t resolve, I could ask him for help."

"So after my son’s incident, the first person I thought of was your father, but to my surprise, I received news of his death."

Wen Wen pondered for a while and asked, "So what you said earlier about my father possibly not being dead, what’s that all about?"

Wang Junyi gave a bitter smile and said, "After finding out about his death, I found it hard to believe, because he was my only hope. I felt that someone like him couldn’t die so easily, so I did some investigating and found that your father’s grave was empty."

"You... dug up the grave!"

The cane in Wen Wen’s hand twisted unnaturally, causing Wang Junyi to instinctively feel uneasy, yet not knowing where the problem lay.

If it had been the Wen Wen from before the cane was made, he probably would have lost control and driven Wang Junyi mad again by now.

Under the urge of an inexplicable tension, Wang Junyi hurriedly explained, "You’ve misunderstood, we’re friends, how could I dig up a grave? I investigated at the funeral home and found out that your father’s body had never been sent to the funeral home, that the coffin was empty when it was buried..."

"Impossible, I’m sure I saw..."

Wen Wen stopped mid-sentence. He did see a body back then, but so what?

The body was so badly mangled by the explosion that it couldn’t really be identified...

And even if it could be identified as his father, it didn’t prove anything. After all, even Wen Wen himself could create a fake body!

"After this discovery, I inspected the scene of your father’s accident, and there was no trace of any accident there, no car accident at all!"

"Therefore, I think your father might not be dead, just faking his death to hide from some enemy or to do something else," Wang Junyi concluded.

"This is also why I observed your house through a telescope, because I was afraid of running into your enemies. I just hoped that one day, your father could come back and save my son,"

After Wang Junyi finished speaking, Wen Wen’s emotions could not settle for a long time. He had the urge to rush to the graveyard and dig up the graves.

Now that he thought about it, his father’s death was indeed full of doubts. When he was handling his father’s funeral, those so-called friends of his father only appeared once and then could never be contacted again.

Wen Wen had only seen his father’s body once, and he could not even clearly distinguish his face.

Moreover, Wen Wen discovered after becoming a detective that Wen Rui was not listed in the registered range of detectives. A legal detective’s identity would not be canceled even if they died, not for several years.

When he thought it through, almost everything was doubtful. Wen Wen suddenly realized he seemed to not know his own father anymore.

He was silent for a while, then said to Wang Junyi, "Now, you can talk about your son’s issue."

"Since you also don’t know where your father is, I’d rather not say it. That matter can only be done by your father," Wang Junyi said, shaking his head in refusal.

Wen Wen’s brow slightly raised, his interest in the matter growing, "I am also a detective. What can only he do, that I cannot?"

Wang Junyi sighed and said, "My son’s issue is not an ordinary case. I’ve looked for many people, and not one could solve it. Instead, they thought I was mad."

"Since it’s not an ordinary case, I’m even more interested to hear it. Don’t worry, whatever my father could do, I can do too!"

The nature of the case would determine where Wen Rui was uniquely situated, so to understand Wen Rui, Wen Wen decided to intervene.

Upon hearing these words, a glimmer of hope lit up in Wang Junyi’s eyes. After taking a sip of tea, he began to narrate, "It happened three years ago. My son, Wang Zixuan, received a bizarre text message. Three days later, he fell into an inexplicable coma!"

"The coma lasted a full ten days, and by the time he awoke, I barely recognized him."

"In front of others, Zixuan was just an ordinary, well-behaved child, no one would think he was abnormal, but when he was alone, that kid was terrifying!"

"He liked to eat raw meat, insects, and things with a strong stench. In his room, one could always find a big nest of insects, and sometimes he would speak incomprehensible words, his eyes would sometimes turn pitch black..."

After describing for a while, Wang Junyi looked at Wen Wen’s expression, then said with a wry smile, "Many people have heard my story, but there are not many who remain as calm as you. Now, I really start to believe that you are like your father."

Then, he took out a piece of paper and handed it to Wen Wen. On the paper was the content of the text message.

Picking up the paper, Wen Wen read softly, "Congratulations, you’ve received this lucky text message. This is a blessing from your friend..."

At a glance, the text message seemed like a spam message disguised as a blessing, promising happiness if forwarded, and misfortune if not.

Years ago, such messages had already gone out of fashion, and everyone had received them at some point without everyone suffering because of it. To say that this text message was the cause seemed somewhat far-fetched.

"Have you considered that this might just be a coincidence? That your son just happened to have an incident, without forwarding this text message..."

Wang Junyi sadly shook his head, "At first, I thought the same, not feeling that there was anything wrong with the text message. But on the second day after my son collapsed, the phone sent the message to another person on its own!"