webnovelfull Chapter 739 Mysterious Disappearance
Chapter 739 Mysterious Disappearance
In an instant, Chen Yile lost consciousness again and came to the next illusion.
"Ding dong."
The moment the phone screen lit up, Chen Yile's fingers trembled slightly. The call came from an unfamiliar number, and the caller claimed to be a friend of Huang Yishan.
"Hello? Are you Mr. Chen? I'm Lao Wang."
A hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Lao Wang? You mean Lao Wang?"
Chen Yile frowned. He had never heard of this Old Wang.
The other party seemed a little impatient: "Yes, yes, yes! I am Lao Wang! The Lao Wang. I know you have been looking for Huang Yishan's whereabouts. Now there is a place you must go to see."
Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden piercing noise from the other end of the line, and then the connection was completely disconnected.
Chen Yile stared at the phone screen for a long time.
As a freelance writer, he has always maintained a keen interest in various bizarre events.
Huang Yishan’s disappearance case is exactly what he has been secretly investigating recently.
Three days ago, Huang Yishan’s wife, Ms. Li, announced that her husband was missing.
She claimed that her husband had called her the night before he disappeared and said that a friend had given him a spider he had always dreamed of.
Since then, there has been no news of Huang Yishan.
"That spider..."
Chen Yile touched his chin, always feeling that there was some unknown secret hidden behind this matter.
The next morning, he followed the clues provided by Lao Wang and came to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.
This was originally a textile factory that had been closed for many years, and in recent years it has become a haunted place among nearby residents.
The air was filled with a pungent smell of mold. Chen Yile turned on the flashlight, and the beam swept across the mottled wall, casting shadows on it.
His footsteps echoed in the empty factory, sounding particularly clear.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of something moving in the corner of the wall.
"Who's there?" He raised his voice subconsciously.
No one responded.
Chen Yile's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He took a deep breath and slowly turned around.
With the help of the flashlight, he could see the corner clearly - there were several rusty machines and some scattered parts piled there.
Suddenly, the beam of his flashlight swept across a pale face.
"what!"
Chen Yile gasped. It was a dried corpse!
The corpse was curled up in the corner, its skin completely shriveled and brown, like a wrinkled piece of paper.
The strangest thing is that the deceased's eyes were closed, but there was a strange smile on his face.
"Is this Huang Yishan?"
He took out his phone with trembling hands and pulled out a photo of Huang Yishan. The man in the photo was in his prime, with a look of determination between his brows.
Although the facial features of the mummy in front of him could still be recognized to be somewhat similar, the weird smile made people shudder.
Just then, a slight rustling sound caught Chen Yile's attention.
He looked in the direction of the sound and found a tattered newspaper at the feet of the mummy.
When he bent down to pick it up, he suddenly felt a chill on his ankle.
"what?"
He stood up suddenly and swept the beam of his flashlight across the ground - there was nothing there.
But at this moment, he clearly felt a cold breath coming from behind.
Chen Yile didn't dare to stay any longer and walked quickly towards the depths of the factory.
The beam of his flashlight drew an arc in the darkness and suddenly stopped when it passed a row of iron frames.
The iron frames were covered with dense spider webs.
Chen Yile found a shabby office deep in the factory, and the beam of the flashlight in his hand illuminated the dusty desk.
Documents and some photos were scattered on the desk, most of which were yellowed and damaged.
He carefully turned over the items, hoping to find some useful clues.
Suddenly, the beam of his flashlight swept across a yellowed photo.
It shows a young man intently observing a spider in a clear glass jar.
The man's eyes were full of obsession and expectation, as if this spider was the most precious treasure in his life.
“This is Huang Yishan.”
Chen Yile muttered to himself.
The man in the photo is the missing Huang Yishan.
He continued to rummage through the documents on the desk and finally found a notebook in a drawer.
The cover of the notebook is badly damaged, but the contents inside are still intact.
When I opened the first page, I saw a line of scribbled words:
"I finally found it! This spider is the most perfect spider I've ever seen! Its patterns, shape, even the color of its eyes are perfect, but it's different. I feel like it's looking at me."
Chen Yile's heartbeat suddenly quickened. He continued to flip through the pages and found that the contents of the following pages became increasingly bizarre.
"It was strange tonight. I felt something moving in the room, but when I turned on the light, there was nothing. The spider wasn't as quiet as it used to be. It kept crawling around in the jar, even making slight noises."
"I was afraid to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt like countless pairs of eyes were staring at me. The spider seemed to come alive."
The last line of writing stopped abruptly, and the entire page was painted black.
Chen Yile's fingers trembled slightly, and he could feel the dampness coming from the paper.
Just then, a cold wind suddenly blew from behind.
Chen Yile turned around abruptly, and the beam of his flashlight swept across the empty office.
Nothing at all.
But he clearly heard a slight rustling sound coming from a corner of the office.
Chen Yile's flashlight beam swayed in the office, and he felt his breathing become rapid.
The air in the office seemed even colder and damper than outside, and every breath carried a sickening musty odor.
He carefully pocketed the notebook and turned toward the door.
Just as he was about to cross the office, he suddenly heard a slight "click" sound behind him.
He turned sharply, and the beam of his flashlight swept across the desk.
Nothing at all.
But a layer of cold sweat had already seeped out of his back.
Chen Yile stood at the office door, the flashlight beam sweeping back and forth in the corridor.
His heart was beating so hard in his chest that it seemed like it was going to burst through his ribs.
Although the "click" sound just now was short, it made all the hairs on his body stand up.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
As a freelance writer, he had seen many bizarre events, but this experience made him feel more uneasy than ever before.
Perhaps it was because Huang Yishan’s disappearance was too strange, or perhaps it was because there was an indescribable sense of depression in this abandoned factory.
He walked forward slowly, trying to make each step as light as possible.
The corridors were filled with abandoned machines and debris, and the air was filled with a pungent musty smell.