"Being haunted by ghosts?" Fu Bao was not frightened. He had experienced many supernatural events and was not very afraid of such things.
Sun Zhong suddenly added, "It's not scary to be haunted by ghosts. What's scary is knowing you, broom star."
"Hey..." Fu Bao was about to protest when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a red shadow from the corner of his eye, standing in front of Fu Wei's tombstone. It was a man wearing a bright red dress and a red cloth covering his head.
"Who is that?" He muttered, how could such a strange guy suddenly appear?
"What?" Sun Zhong turned around.
"That one, that one in red." Fu Bao pointed to the figure dressed like an ancient bride.
"Hey, what are you talking about?" Sun Zhong blinked. Isn't there just a tombstone there?
Where is the person?
"Can't you see?" A cold feeling crawled up his spine, and he turned his head and asked in surprise.
Sun Zhong looked at Fu Bao as if he were a mental patient. Is this guy getting sick again? he
But there is a record of poor mental state.
Fu Bao rubbed his eyes, okay, he might have seen "dirty things" again.
The reason why he can see ghosts is not because he was born with yin and yang eyes, but because he inexplicably signed a contract with a "devil king". The demon king usually appears as a doll and is inseparable from Fu Bao - even if he wants to throw it away, he can see ghosts. Don’t fall!
Due to the contract between one person and the Demon King, Fu Bao shared that the Demon King can see monsters and ghosts. After all, the Demon King feeds on souls, so this can be said to be an instinct.
However, the Demon King's talent is to feed on ghosts, and Fu Bao does not have such a powerful power, so the fate of being a ghost is to be sadly haunted by ghosts!
After realizing that what he saw might be a ghost, Fu Bao adjusted his mentality. The place he was in now was a cemetery, the place where the dead belonged, so it was not unusual to see ghosts.
But... Fu Bao rubbed his forehead and looked over to the tombstone. The abrupt red figure was still standing in front of the tombstone. It was so dazzling that it made him feel uncomfortable all over. An unbearable sting suddenly came from his head.
"Ah..." He frowned and instinctively pressed his temples with his hands.
The bride in red stood still in the rain. Not even a drop of rain could fall on her. The wind that was everywhere could not blow a piece of fabric. The bloody red color in the gray tone made Fu Bao feel nauseated. Feel.
It was like being hit hard in the abdomen. The painful and disgusting feeling made Fu Bao break into cold sweats, his face turned pale, and he kept shaking, but he couldn't help but look at that weird figure. This feeling was really terrible!
There seemed to be a strange magnetism on the bride in red, attracting his gaze, making him feel like he was stuck in the mud, his body falling uncontrollably, and his consciousness sank with him. The red in his eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, like an explosion. The bloody torrent came overwhelmingly, as if it was going to drown him... He gradually felt out of breath!
"Hey! Hey!" Sun Zhong called several times, but when Fu Bao didn't respond, he pushed him again.
"Ah!" Fu Bao suddenly woke up and turned his head back to face Sun Zhong. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and there was confusion and fear in his eyes.
"Unlucky man? Why are you sweating all over your head? It's not hot now." Sun Zhong thought he was weird and wanted to reach out and touch his forehead.
"No, it's okay." Fu Bao hurriedly took a step back and shook his head. He wiped the cold sweat on his forehead in a panic and said, "I have to go to work, so I'll leave first."
Resisting the strong desire to see the bride, Fu Bao said goodbye to Sun Zhong and ran away quickly.
Sun Zhong looked at Fu Bao's back suspiciously. This guy was weird. His expression seemed to be... a ghost?
After Fu Bao left, Sun Zhong took out the compass - his current standard equipment is a left police gun and a right compass. The index of the compass did not move at all, proving that the magnetic field here is clean.
"I'm crazy again." Sun Zhong couldn't help but muttered.
Fu Bao held an umbrella and walked down the mountain. Before leaving the cemetery, he couldn't help but look back, but he still saw the thrilling flash of red. He suddenly felt cold all over, rubbed his arms, and hurriedly walked to the subway station.
After entering the subway station, Fu Bao put away his umbrella and came to the platform. Soon the subway rumbled into the station and he entered the carriages in sequence.
The cemetery station is the terminal station, which is also the starting station. In addition, it is located in a remote place, so even during rush hours after get off work, there are not many passengers at this station.
Fu Bao sat alone at the end of a row of benches. The air-conditioning in the subway made him shiver as his clothes were slightly damp, but it also made the nauseating discomfort subside slightly.
Unexpectedly receiving an inheritance was a turning point in Fu Bao's life. He could continue his studies, which was a good thing. The only thing he needed to worry about was probably Uncle Fu Wei who died in a mental sanatorium...
"Huh? I seem to have heard my father mention the name Fu Wei."
The word Fu Wei suddenly popped up in his memory. He had heard his father say it before, and his father and Uncle Fu Wei seemed to have frequent contacts. However, his father had always been mysterious, and he could not figure out the relationship between them. Why do we come back and forth?
In fact, until now, Fu Bao has still not figured out why his father has always been mysterious and even a little neurotic. As his son, not only can he not understand what his father does for a living, but his death has not yet been revealed. Still a mystery.
What makes Fu Bao even more incomprehensible is that the part about his mother in his memory is very vague. After all, his mother passed away when he was still young, but he still remembers his mother's warm figure.
But I don’t have much impression of relatives and friends. It seems that they, father and son, were born without any relatives or friends. This is simply on the same level as the Lonely Star in the comic novel, right?
The subway passed each station one after another, and there were more and more passengers on the train. It was now the peak commuting time, and soon the train was packed like a sardine can. At this time, Fu Bao suddenly felt a strange feeling. He opened his eyes and looked around. I knew immediately something was wrong.
He sat at the far left end of the bench. This row of chairs could seat four people, but even though the carriage was so crowded, there was still no one sitting around him. Why should there be an empty seat? This is not a charity seat, and the chair is not dirty either.
Although he was confused, he was a little sleepy and didn't pay much attention until the subway passed a few more stops. The car was almost packed to the point of bursting, but there was still no one sitting in the seat next to him.
Why is this happening?
Fu Bao turned his head and looked at the empty seat next to him. His doubts slowly fermented, and eventually turned into a kind of creepiness with fear. There was obviously an empty seat, but all the passengers turned a blind eye. This strange feeling was accompanied by a freezing coldness that spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs. , what exactly is going on?
Calm down, calm down, maybe there are other reasons.
Fu Bao took a deep breath and looked down at himself. He was clean and had no unclean spots on his body. He really couldn't think of any reason why everyone wouldn't want to sit next to him.
So why on earth...is the seat next to him always empty?
Fu Bao glanced at the empty seat again, feeling a little numb. At this time, a long-legged girl squeezed into the crowd and happened to stand next to Fu Bao. The crowded carriage made the girl frown. When she glanced at the empty seat next to Fu Bao, she showed a strange expression, as if she saw something weird. Something, but I still politely covered it up.
Fu Bao could clearly see this subtle change in expression, so the numbness in his scalp became even more intense. What on earth was next to him?
Finally, Fu Bao couldn't help but said in a solemn voice, "Classmate...why don't you sit here?"
When the other party heard his question, he frowned even more and snorted, "Where should I sit? There's no room available."
"This way." Fu Bao pointed to his side.
The girl looked at him for a moment, then looked to his side, and suddenly cursed, "Nervous!"
ah?
Fu Bao was scolded for no reason. She didn't sit down even though there was a seat. Is she surprised?
But other people in the carriage were staring at Fu Bao at this time, with expressions on their faces as if he was really crazy.
"What's wrong?" Fu Bao felt that he was super innocent, and at the same time his heart was tingling. He looked around him extremely uneasily. Is there anything here that he couldn't see? Is it something dirty again? !
"Idiot, can you please have someone sitting next to you?" At this time, a young man standing diagonally in front of Fu Bao, with colorfully dyed hair and a temperament that looked very much like a gangster, said with a very disgusted expression: "Wearing such red and old-fashioned clothes Are you taking the subway to get married?"
What? !
As if struck by a bolt from the blue, his whole body was electrified. Fu Bao turned his head slowly and stiffly, looking at the still empty seats. Then he turned his head again and looked at the eyes of all the nearby passengers. They were all staring at him, as if it was really there. There was a woman dressed in red and old-fashioned clothes, who looked like she was getting married, but... only he couldn't see it!
The sound of the subway was rumbling, but Fu Bao felt that all the sounds around him were extremely distant. He seemed to be far away from the normal world.
Either he's crazy, or the other passengers are crazy, or is this a prank show and the next moment someone with a camera is going to jump out and scream, "Are you fooled?"
"squeak--"
There was a slight sound of braking.
A large area of light appeared on both sides of the subway car. The subway was about to enter the station. The passengers no longer paid attention to Fu Bao, but were eager to get off. Of course, no one with a camera appeared at this time.
Fu Bao was stunned for a moment, then jumped up, and regardless of the fact that he hadn't arrived at the station yet, he squeezed into the crowd and planned to get off the train together. It was too scary, and he didn't want to continue taking this subway.
Before he squeezed to the door, he couldn't help but look back. He finally saw a woman wearing a red dress and a red cloth covering her head, sitting upright in the seat he always thought was empty.
A strange feeling of dizziness and nausea hit Fu Bao like lightning. The blood in his brain seemed to have been drained, and his stomach was boiling. A burning sensation instantly shot up from his stomach and passed through his throat. It turned into a flame, burning so much that he subconsciously covered his mouth.
So disgusting... I really want to vomit... Fu Bao stood there blankly, covering his mouth, trying hard to fight against the feeling of vomiting. His whole body was so cold that even his brain was frozen, making him unable to move smoothly. He let the car door open It closed with a beep and sped along with him and the ghost bride.
no, do not want!
After realizing that he was riding the same subway with something that looked like a ghost again, Fu Bao suddenly woke up, but the subway was speeding, and if he wanted to get off, he had to wait until the next stop.
He clung to the car door, not daring to look at the ghost bride, but also not daring not to look at it. Judging from his previous unlucky experience of bumping into ghosts, he had to be extremely cautious to prevent ghosts from getting around him.
At this moment, the gangster with colorfully dyed hair sat down where Fu Bao was sitting. As soon as he sat down, he poked the ghost bride with his finger, "Hey, are you an actor? Or you ran away from a mental hospital. It’s funny to dress like this, you know?”
Uh uh uh!
Fu Bao was so frightened by his actions that he almost jumped up and wanted to say that it was a dirty thing, you must not mess with it...
But at this time, the gangster had already lifted the ghost bride's hijab with his hands, as if he wanted to see what kind of face was underneath the red cloth.
