Woodcarving to Record Abnormalities

Chapter 3: Who is true and who is false?

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Before returning home, Shen Xing bought two bowls of wontons to pack in a wonton shop on the street. He was hungry on the one hand, and on the other hand, Hong Bin's mental state was very poor, perhaps he was hungry, but he didn't realize it.

Holding two bowls of packaged wontons in his right hand, and holding the silent Hong Bin with his left hand, the two walked into the community.

The old-fashioned community where Shen Xing lived was rented a long time ago. It has the same name as a famous university in the previous life. It is called Ivy. It has a history of 70 years in Yungu City.

After crossing the world, there is no concept of a country, and all are called "states". For example, the current location of Yungu City is called "Kwazhou", which has 20 large cities under its jurisdiction and more than 100 small and medium-sized cities. The city can be regarded as an intermediate city.

The old-fashioned residential buildings look dilapidated everywhere, but the quality of the buildings is very good. It has only been renovated several times, and it has not reached the level of uninhabitable.

It is located in the old city of Yungu City. It used to be the most prosperous area in the city. Even if the city is now renovated, it is no longer the city center, but the city’s life atmosphere is still very strong and the population plot ratio is relatively large.

Unless the house is demolished, many of those who have lived here for a long time are reluctant to move out.

There is no elevator in the building, and the highest is only the fifth floor, while Shen Xing's rental house is on the fourth floor.

Holding Hong Bin's hand, the two slowly climbed the stairs. Because they were afraid that Hong Bin's body would be overwhelming, Shen Xing deliberately slowed down the speed of climbing the stairs.

When I came to the third floor, I happened to ran into the neighbor on the third floor who had just had dinner and was going downstairs.

This is a pair of mother and daughter. The mother is a single mother named Lin Wanru, taking care of her seven-year-old daughter alone.

Lin Wanru has long wavy hair, a height of 1.7 meters, and a plump body. He usually meets a lot in the building. Shen Xing and the mother and daughter are already familiar.

Lin Wanru is often away from home, and sometimes Shen Xing will help her daughter buy some delicious food.

"Have you eaten yet?" Lin Wanru smiled and said while looking at the wonton in Shen Xing's hand.

She and Shen Xing were not as acquainted as her own daughter. She glanced at Hong Bin who was walking behind, and thought she was some relative of Shen Xing.

"Yes, you are all ready to go for a walk." Shen Xing smiled.

"Feifei, my uncle." Lin Wanru reminded the daughter she was holding.

Feifei has fair skin, a small braid on the back of her head, a cartoon-like hairpin on her head, and a red and white skirt. She looks very well-behaved.

"Good Uncle Shen! Good Grandpa!"

Without waiting for her mother's reminder, she greeted Hong Bin at the same time.

"Feifei good."

Shen Xing said with a smile, then looked at Hong Bin, then cast an apologetic look at Lin Wanru.

Lin Wanru seemed to understand. She glanced at the somewhat dull Hong Bin, feeling that the other party might not be very sane, and then she took Feifei's hand and stood aside, waiting for Shen Xing and Hong Bin to go upstairs before the mother and daughter went downstairs.

The area of Shen Xing's rental house is not large, one bedroom, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, which add up to just over 50 square meters. Except for the slightly larger bedroom, the other rooms are pitifully small.

There is a fabric sofa, a small coffee table and a water dispenser in the living room. There is basically no extra space. He rarely watches TV, so he didn't even think about buying it, as long as there is an internet connection at home.

Let Hong Bin sit on the sofa, Shen Xing turned around and closed the living room door, habitually checked it, and then went to the kitchen to get a spoon for eating wontons, opened the bowl of wontons for Hong Bin, and put the spoon in. , Gently pushed in front of him.

"Uncle Hong, eat it quickly. When you finish eating the wontons, Hong Anjie may be there."

When he held Hong Bin's hand just now, he felt that the other party's body temperature was very normal, he was completely an ordinary person, plus the previous speculation, now it has reduced the possibility of what the other party is.

Besides, it is still unknown whether there are ghosts in this world. And Shen Xing had a whim, considering whether this is similar to the overlap of parallel spaces, maybe it is possible that the two uncles are real!

If there is no weirdness, then explain it from a scientific point of view. This is his current thinking.

While he was eating the wontons, Hong Bin, who was sitting next to him, started to move his spoon, slowly putting the wontons into his mouth and chewing silently.

As the setting sun went down, the room had begun to darken. Shen Xing got up and turned on the light in the living room, returned to the sofa and sat down, and continued to eat.

After a while, the mobile phone placed on the coffee table suddenly rang, and after picking it up, it was Hong Anjie who called.

"I'm almost there, which floor do you live on?" Hong Anjie asked.

"On the fourth floor, come up from the stairs of the first unit, don't go wrong." Shen Xing said: "Uncle Hong and I are eating."

Hanging up the phone, the screen of the phone at this moment happened to be the photo that Shen Xing opened just now, and in the photo was the appearance of another Hong Bin sitting at home.

Shen Xing didn't notice that Hong Bin, who was eating wontons at the moment, had stopped and cast his eyes on the photo.

"Uncle Hong, eat slowly."

Shen Xing picked up the phone, got up to pack his bowls and put them in the trash basket, then wiped his mouth with a paper towel, and walked into his bedroom.

The layout of the bedroom is also very simple, a large bed, a carving workbench, a wardrobe, and a wooden chair can be placed in front of the workbench. It can be said that the space in the house has been used to the extreme.

At the front end of the workbench, there is a wood carving that Shen Xing is currently making, that is, a bust of Hong Bin.

This bust is not made on a one-to-one ratio, but reduced by one-third, which looks very delicate.

At present, the bust is close to the finished product, and it can be waxed only after the final carving is completed.

Glancing at the bust, the face of the woodcarving is at least 90% similar to that of Hong Bin sitting outside. If you refine it, the similarity will increase.

At this moment, the phone was running out of power. Shen Xing came to the workbench, took off the charging cable of the phone next to him, and plugged it into the phone. When he turned his head and was about to go out, his body suddenly shook and was startled.

In sight, Hong Bin had already stood behind him at some point.

The old man's expression was still very dull, his eyes cast on the bust of his own on the workbench, and he said nothing.

Shen Xingxin patted her chest with lingering fear, and pointed to the woodcarver and said, "Uncle Hong, this is a bust made for you. I will send it to you when it's done in a few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Hong Bin stretch out his hand expressionlessly, but instead of touching his own statue, he grabbed his shoulder with great strength, forcing Shen Xing's body to face him.

Shen Xing was startled, and quickly grabbed Hong Bin's arm, and said in surprise: "Uncle Hong, what are you doing!"

At this moment, Hong Bin’s cheeks are no more than two fists away from him, and his eyes are wide open, as if his eyes are about to bulge out, his mouth is open, but he still didn’t speak. Instead, he made a gurgling sound of water flowing from his throat. The sound of people choking in their throats after drowning.

Seeing this scene, Shen Xing was stunned for a moment, but quickly realized that Hong Anjie had mentioned this scene, saying that his father in the family would also make this strange sound when there was no one around.

Then an ominous thought came up. Perhaps, the Hong Bin in front of him was also fake!

Could it be that I guessed wrong? The Hong Bin in Hong Anjie's house is the real one!

Before I could think about it, the opponent's strength was rapidly increasing at this moment, and his lips opened up, revealing a row of neat teeth, looking hideous, like a wild beast, biting against Shen Xing's neck fiercely.

Shen Xing immediately bent his knees and slammed against Hong Bin's abdomen, causing the opponent to keep a certain distance from him and unable to get close completely, and his legs pushed forward.

Wow!

Hong Bin was unstable and leaned back. His body touched the workbench. The bust on the workbench shook slightly. Then the heavy wooden sculpture fell straight from the workbench, hitting Hong Bin's forehead.

After the dull impact sounded, the room was suddenly silent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the living room, and Hong Anjie's voice sounded: "Shen Xing, Shen Xing? Open the door..."

At this moment, Shen Xing's heart was beating like a drum, sweating profusely. Looking at Hong Bin who fell on the ground, his head had been broken, but it seemed that the blood hadn't flowed out for a while, and the expression in those dumb pupils became dizzy again.

Shen Xing slowly straightened up and rushed to the living room quickly while agreeing to Hong Anjie.

When he came to the door of the living room, he twisted the door open. Hong Anjie, who was standing outside the door, was surprised. Seeing Shen Xing's appearance, he was surprised: "What happened?"

Shen Xing pointed to the direction of the bedroom: "Then... that person does not seem to be Uncle Hong."

Hong Anjie didn't know what he was talking about, so he walked in quickly, and then a voice came from the house: "Who are you talking about? Nobody in this house...?"

"What?" Shen Xing was taken aback, rushed into the bedroom and looked down at the place where Hong Bin lay just now.

There was no one on the ground, only the bust sculpture leaning on the side. (End of this chapter)