The patient who slept to death has no windows in this ward. The surrounding walls and floor are covered with soft cushions. The single mattress is placed directly on the floor. Other than that, there is nothing, any sharp or hard objects - to avoid patients self-mutilation.
A middle-aged man in hospital clothes was half lying on the mat. His lips were dry and his eyes were panicked. Every sound outside the ward would cause him to twitch violently.
"Crack." The lock of the ward was opened, and the nurse pushed the door open and entered.
"Get away! Get away! I told you to ignore me!" The man sat up, glared at the visitor and yelled, his dry lips immediately split into blood lines.
Seeing the man's sunken eye sockets and increasingly dark circles, the nurse said worriedly, "But you haven't slept for three days. If you continue like this, you will die."
"Get out! Get out! You will kill me!" the man roared.
His dry eyes were wide open. Since he hadn't closed them for a long time, his eyes were bloodshot and red as if they were about to bleed.
"What's wrong with your hands?" The nurse suddenly noticed that the man's hands were dripping with blood and had scratches everywhere. The deeper wounds had already reached the bones, and the dark red muscle tissue was exposed, which was extremely hideous.
There is nothing in the room that can make him hurt himself! The nurse panicked for a moment, and then she noticed that the man's fingertips were dark brown. Could it be that he grabbed himself like this with his hands? !
"Hehehe, I can't sleep... You can do anything, just keep me from falling asleep..." The man's smile was weird, his eyes were moving around, very crazy.
"You can't do this, you have to sleep." The nurse had a serious expression, took out the walkie-talkie in her pocket and said something. Not long after, several strong male medical staff walked in, and they pushed the man back in a hurry. on the mattress.
The man kept screaming and struggling. After seeing the nurse approaching him with a needle, he struggled even more violently and yelled in fear, "No! You will kill me! You can't do this to me..."
The nurse injected the medicine into the man with an expressionless expression. The effect of the medicine took effect quickly. The man closed his eyes for a moment. His eyelids seemed to be stuck together and could no longer be opened. He slowly fell asleep.
The nurse breathed a sigh of relief and began to treat the wound on the man's hand.
At this moment, something strange happened - the man's facial features began to bleed and kept bleeding. The nurse was startled and subconsciously wiped it with her hands, but the blood continued to flow, like a flood that burst a bank. It quickly stained the nurse's hands and the white sheets.
Then, the man's body convulsed and his face turned red, as if he was suffocating.
"First aid! Call the doctor!" the nurse yelled into the intercom, and the medical staff behind her rushed out to call someone.
However, the man's constant twitching movements soon slowed down, but the bleeding did not stop. It seemed that the man's blood vessels were filled with great pressure, squeezing out all the blood from his body.
The nurse's terrified screams came out from the unclosed door, making the doctors and patients in the entire sanatorium shudder.
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It was the first time Fu Bao received such a letter, inviting him to attend the funeral.
It was midsummer at noon, and the school’s graduation ceremony had just passed.
Due to family financial reasons, even if Fu Bao applied for one of the top universities in the country with excellent results, he did not have the money to study.
Although he could apply for a student loan, in addition to tuition, he had to pay for his own living expenses and accommodation expenses. Working alone might not be enough, so he thought that if he could find a job with development potential, he would be directly employed. .
So when Fu Bao received the invitation letter, he was carefully browsing the recruitment information of the labor bank in front of the computer.
"Fu Wei? The grandson of my father's cousin... who is also my cousin?" Fu Bao muttered the name of the deceased. It sounded familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.
However, the Fu family has always been sparsely populated, and it is rare to meet a relative. Even if it is a funeral, he wants to visit. The funeral was the day after he received the letter. The sky was gloomy. When Fu Bao arrived at the cemetery, it had not rained yet, but it was very dull. A heavy rain was about to come.
The cemetery is at the end of the subway and occupies an entire mountain.
In modern society, all kinds of daily necessities have been rapidly commercialized, and even cemeteries are no exception. Fu Bao has read relevant reports and found that the average land price in cemeteries has exceeded the price of urban business districts. When he arrived, Uncle Fu Wei would After finding out where he was buried, he discovered that it was the most exclusive and expensive location in the cemetery.
"Backed by mountains and facing water, the location is perfect, with good wind and water, and the descendants will be prosperous." When Fu Bao read the flyer on the bulletin board, he felt that the financial resources of this distant relative needed to be re-evaluated. Uncle Fu Wei was quite rich. of.
"Mr. Fu Bao? Please come over here." At this time, a man wearing a suit, holding a binder, and wearing gold-rimmed glasses said to Fu Bao.
"Who are you?" Fu Bao wondered.
"I am Mr. Fu Wei's designated lawyer." The man with gold-rimmed glasses said in a serious tone.
"Lawyer...what do you want from me?" He became even more confused. Next, Fu Bao heard words that were like the plot of a movie. He slowly opened his mouth wide and stared at the man in front of him in disbelief.
"I am now the heir to Uncle Fu Wei? How many millions does Uncle Fu Wei have? Are you kidding me?" This was Fu Bao's first reaction.
Just now, the glasses lawyer said that because he attended the funeral on time, according to Fu Wei's will, all the property will be left to him.
This means that in a few words, he went from a pauper with no money to study in college to a wealthy man with a net worth of tens of millions.
"To be precise, after deducting the inheritance tax and related handling fees, Mr. Fu Wei's legacy to you is 25.82 million yuan, all of which are cash deposits." The glasses lawyer emphasized the correct amount again. .
"Just, just because I attended the funeral on time, Uncle Fu Wei will give me the inheritance?" Fu Bao was as surprised as if he had seen a flying saucer.
If attending a funeral was as difficult as rescuing a princess in an adventure novel, then he could accept it, but he just got up early, took the subway, and climbed a mountain, so that he could get more than 20 million? !
"According to Mr. Fu Wei's will, he sent letters to eight distant relatives, asking them to come to the funeral. You were the only one who actually arrived, so you get all the inheritance." The glasses lawyer continued to say in a formulaic tone.
"Oh..." Fu Bao still couldn't digest the surprise. He dazedly signed the document under the guidance of his lawyer, with only one thought in his mind - he could continue his studies.
After Fu Bao finished signing, he returned the gold pen to the spectacled lawyer. After collecting the documents, he took Fu Bao to the dug grave and waited for the funeral to begin.
A rare Christian funeral was held for Fu Wei, presided over by a solemn-looking priest. When Fu Bao, as the only relative, threw a bouquet of white roses on the coffin, light rain fell in the sky in response to the occasion.
Fu Bao was not too sad, after all, he did not know this cousin, but funerals always make people feel heavy, after all, they represent the end of a life.
However, Uncle Fu Wei not only had no heirs, he also seemed to not have many friends. He looked around and saw that in the drizzle, apart from the priest who was reading a eulogy, there was only a certain... policeman under a big tree in the distance. ?
The man was not wearing a police uniform, but a black suit. Fu Bao concluded that he was a policeman because he recognized this guy.
"Sun Zhong?" Fu Bao walked over and greeted with a hint of confusion.
"...Ha, broom star, I'm so unlucky to see you again." The baby-faced policeman Sun Zhong reluctantly greeted Fu Bao, with an expression on his face as if he had accidentally stepped on dog poop.
"Hey, as a police officer, don't give random nicknames to good citizens." Fu Bao shouted dissatisfied.
He and Sun Zhong once experienced a supernatural event together. That time, he mistakenly took a ghost subway carrying ghosts, which was full of dangers. Sun Zhong believed that this was the bad luck brought by Fu Bao, but Fu Bao firmly denied this.
"I asked the elders in the family to calculate that you are destined to be an evil spirit... Hey, don't come here, stay away from me!" Sun Zhong yelled. Originally, he was just an ordinary policeman, but after the last ghost incident, he came to the Taoist priest Under the guidance of his father, he also practiced Taoism.
As a policeman who believed in scientific handling of cases, but later also served as a Taoist priest, Fu Bao deeply felt that Sun Zhong was a weirdo in the police world, although Sun Zhong seemed to be persuaded to learn Taoism by him...
"Why are you here?" After coming back to his senses, Fu Bao asked the key point.
"Of course it's an investigation." Sun Zhong said in a matter-of-fact tone. Fu Bao's heart trembled, "What are you investigating? Is there something wrong with the cause of uncle Fu Wei's death?"
"Of course there are problems with mysterious deaths in mental sanatoriums, but there are even more problems with guys who inherit property." Sun Zhong Leng broke the news without warning, and then stared at Fu Bao.
What?
Fu Bao felt like he was suddenly covered by a dark cloud, and it felt extremely bad.
"You mean...Uncle Fu Wei might have been murdered? Also, the police suspect me?" Fu Bao asked cautiously, hoping to get a negative answer.
But he was disappointed. Sun Zhong nodded solemnly, and at the same time looked at him with eyes that made his hair stand on end.
"Hey, you don't think I'm a murderer, do you? I'm a good citizen, you know." Fu Bao sighed deeply. He knew that the god of luck would not favor him. A good thing like inheriting a huge inheritance would definitely be followed by a lot of misfortune. thing.
Sun Zhong shook his head, and suddenly showed a narrow expression and said: "Fu Wei died very strangely, and he still had a lot of property, so there is a possibility of homicide. However, I don't think you are the murderer, I just think you may Be the next victim!”
ah?
Fu Bao was stunned for a moment before asking: "Why?"
"The detective's intuition." Sun Zhong said seriously, "Plus, I think your hall is dark."
…
Can these two statements be put together?
Fu Bao was helpless.
The rain was pouring down, Fu Bao held up an umbrella, and small puddles quickly accumulated on the ground. While the two were talking, the tomb had begun to be filled with soil. The priest put a cross in it, and it was over. His eulogy.
In fact, it is quite strange why Uncle Fu Wei was buried in this way. Here, even Christians rarely hold such an orthodox Christian funeral.
"A Christian funeral is a bit strange." Fu Bao said to himself.
"He may feel that the gods from the East can no longer save him." Sun Zhong snorted.
"Oh?" Fu Bao looked at Sun Zhong.
"I checked Fu Wei's information and found that his mental state has been poor for almost a year. He only converted to Christianity after entering a nursing home, but God seems to have been unable to save him." Sun Zhong sounded regretful.
"Save him? What do you mean?" This is a bit strange.
"Before entering the nursing home, he said... that he had been haunted by ghosts." Sun Zhong deliberately said in a sinister tone.
