Finally, there is a big white cat from the meow tribe who is eyeing the whole thing. This cat is proficient in divination. He doesn’t know when he will appear again and want to destroy the dolls.
Holding the black doll in his hand, Fu Bao mentally counted the gains during this period and felt that he was really unlucky. Although he was lucky to survive this time, he was covered in injuries and was regarded as a lunatic. He didn't know If something terrible happens again, will I be able to hold on?
Fu Bao sighed and sat in the corner of the ward. Fatigue and pain surged up like a tide. He felt that it was a miracle that he had survived until now.
His eyes caught sight of something on the ground, and he couldn't help but sigh. What's even more troublesome is that now there is a skinned woman lying on the floor of the ward, and on the other side is a doctor who was killed with a knife. How to explain it.
"Doctor, do you believe it now?" Fu Bao said to the general practitioner.
The general practitioner stared with a look in his eyes. His fatal injury was the knife in the heart, so his ghost also had a knife stuck in his chest. He had not yet been taken away by the evil spirits, so he had been hiding and watching everything.
After the devil turned back into a doll, he floated out from the corner and was now sitting in a shadowy state not far from Fu Bao. When he heard Fu Bao ask this, he said with a smile: "The world is so wonderful, even after death. There are so many interesting things to see.”
"Sorry." Fu Bao sighed deeply. If it weren't for him, the general practitioner would not have died. Speaking of which, it was the general practitioner who saved him many times, but he killed the doctor.
"Haha, it's okay. It's fun to be dead. You can walk through walls, scare people, and fly around." The general practitioner is still handsome even if he becomes a ghost, but his IQ seems to have dropped. He is very happy He made all kinds of idiotic moves and tried to pass through Fu Bao's body.
"Doctor, you can only stay in the human world for seven days. After seven days, the underworld will take away your soul. Take the time to tell your relatives and friends a dream and say goodbye." He advised the general practitioner.
"That's right." The general doctor replied happily, and disappeared into the wall.
What a curious and optimistic guy.
Fu Bao sent away the soul of the general doctor and began to think about how to deal with the scene in front of him. He had been judged as a psychopath and did not want to become a murderer again, but...
Fu Bao looked at himself. He had just undergone surgery a few hours ago. It would be a bit far-fetched to say that he could completely peel off a human skin and kill a healthy doctor. No one would believe it. He said that he was not suspected of murder at all. As for who did this case, let the police find the murderer themselves...
Half an hour later, a nurse screamed while patrolling the ward. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived. They questioned Fu Bao, who had been woken up by the nurses.
"What did you say?" The policeman looked at Fu Bao who was transferred to another ward in disbelief.
Fu Bao nodded seriously, "I have been sleeping and don't know anything."
"Such a murder occurred in your ward. A doctor was killed and a woman was skinned to death. You don't know anything about it?" The policeman couldn't believe it and glanced at him with sharp eyes.
"I just had an operation, the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet, and I'm very tired."
Fu Bao sighed and added, "Actually, I was also shocked when I was woken up by the nurse."
Shocked?
The policeman looked at this seventeen-year-old boy who seemed unusually calm, and then recalled the first discoverer. The nurse kept shaking and couldn't help but frown.
It’s just that the hospital’s surgery records are very clear. The boy in front of him did have surgery a few hours ago, and his life was in danger. Even Superman couldn’t recover in just a few hours. Look at his hands wrapped in rice dumplings. , there is no way to pick up a sharp knife and complete the delicate work of peeling...
After the police learned the identity of the female deceased, they fell into deep thought. She was the crazy mother who skinned her daughter and then ate her. Now, she was also skinned and turned into a skinless pig, lying upright. Maybe good and evil are rewarded here?
The policeman looked up and looked out the window. But why did this doctor die here?
The police were still confused.
In any case, this case can only be treated as an unsolved case.
The police found no more traces at the scene. Apart from the knife used to assassinate the doctor, they did not find the skinning weapon. Although there was blood spattered everywhere, the woman's skin looked more like it had been cut by something than a knife. Tearing away from the body bit by bit.
After the forensic doctor verified this result afterwards, all the police officers involved in the case felt chills. Maybe it was really the retribution of ghosts?
Only Fu Bao knows that this is the truth.
Mother loves her daughter, and daughter loves her mother. Their crazy and perverted love sends them both to hell.
Fu Bao was resting in the new ward. He was holding the black doll and looking at the white walls with a relaxed smile.
Twenty days later, Fu Bao was discharged from the hospital.
Since the mental evaluation results showed that Fu Bao has returned to normal and his physical injuries have probably recovered, there is no reason for the hospital to detain Fu Bao. However, when he saw the large hospital bills, Fu Bao discovered that all the compensation for his father's death would have to be used. to pay these costs.
Fu Bao sighed, he became a pauper again and had to work to survive. After being discharged from the hospital, Fu Bao went to the cemetery to pay homage to the general practitioner.
After placing a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in front of the general practitioner's tombstone, Fu Bao bowed, looked at the picture of the smiling general practitioner on the tombstone, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
When leaving the cemetery, Fu Bao met unexpected people - the father and son next door. The graves of the beautiful mother and the little girl are also in this cemetery?
This chance encounter proves that the bond between him and this family is really deep.
Fu Bao met the eyes of the father next door, then looked at Xiaojie, and saw a strange feeling in them...
The breath of death is very close to ghosts, because they have all eaten human flesh, or the flesh and blood of their closest relatives. Although they spit it out, the remaining memories and the remnants of the curse make them no longer ordinary people, just like Fu Bao Same.
"...I'm sorry." Fu Bao apologized in a low voice to the father and son, then looked at the beautiful mother and the little girl's tombstone, and bowed.
No matter how scary the beautiful mother is, her changes were caused by the black doll after all. If Fu Bao’s father’s urn had not been sent along with the black doll, then this family of four might still be living in harmony. So Fu Bao felt very guilty for these two people.
The father next door did not speak, and the little boy was speechless. Silence seemed to have become the mark of the father and son. There was always a very strange light in their eyes.
"...I hope the power of the curse will not remain on Xiaojie. However, if the bloodline of the witch of the Yamadai is awakened, please let me know. Maybe I can help." Fu Bao left these words.
The reason why the beautiful mother sacrificed the little girl was probably because of the witch's blood. Although Xiaojie might not be affected, Fu Bao still made a promise just in case.
"What... the bloodline of the witch from Yamatai Tent? Is that the evil god from childhood?" But the father next door spoke at this moment, his voice was low and hoarse, "She has been living in the Han River and has never been abroad at all, and her family has not You are from Hanjiang, how could you have the blood of a young witch?"
What? !
Fu Bao looked at the father next door in horror. He couldn't see any trace of lying on his face. The matter was over and he didn't need to lie. But...the power of these spells came from Yamatai, which was clearly admitted by the beautiful mother herself. Could it be, could it be...there are any secrets? !
Although it was broad daylight, Fu Bao felt a chill of fear emanating from his bones.
What else did he not know?
If the beautiful mother is not a witch, where does the power of the spell come from?
How to create a servant ghost, how to kill her daughter as a sacrifice...how did she learn about these?
Fu Bao didn't get the answer, because the neighbor next door moved away the next day, and the father and son disappeared from Fu Bao's world. Even if Fu Bao asked the police for help, he couldn't find any trace.
Everything that happened in the past few days was like a terrifying dream that left no trace, opening up a future life that Fu Bao could not imagine.
