In the evening, all the lights in the house were turned on. Fu Bao was sitting on the sofa in the living room on the first floor of his home, with a black doll of the Demon King in front of him.
"Why am I stuck in the dark again?" Fu Bao murmured to himself, almost bursting into tears at his miserable fate.
From the cemetery to the subway to the supermarket where she works, the ghost bride seems to be always there?
It wasn't the first time that he had been haunted by ghosts, but it was the first time that he had seen such a weird and dirty thing. Just thinking about the bride in red would bring up that strange and disgusting feeling, which really made him collapse.
The world was spinning like a roller coaster that had been on a hundred and eighty laps, and what made him even more confused was that he couldn't see the other person, and the person who could see her would die miserably if he saw her face. It was so weird. The situation makes it impossible for Fu Bao to live a normal life, and he must solve this fatal problem as soon as possible.
Fu Bao clenched the black doll with both hands. He planned to summon the Demon King. The Demon King was at the top of the food chain and fed on evil spirits. As long as the Demon King was willing to make some efforts, he could easily escape the fate of being haunted by evil spirits.
But according to past experience, the fatal flaw is that the Demon King is too lazy. Unless he is really in a fatal crisis, the Demon King may not be willing to sacrifice sleep time to save people.
Just when he was hesitating whether to summon the Demon King, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Bang bang bang." Fu Bao was startled. It took him a few seconds to calm down. He shook his head. He was too nervous.
"It's just that it seems to be stuck in the Yin, and it doesn't pose any harm..." But the psychological oppression was too strong, and Fu Bao didn't know why he was so afraid...
Maybe because this ghost bride will kill other people?
While trying to calm down, Fu Bao walked towards the door. He looked through the peephole and saw that it was Fu Wei's lawyer standing at the door. He then opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Fu Bao, this is Mr. Fu Wei's relic. In addition, the relevant inheritance will be transferred to your account within seven working days." The glasses lawyer still had a businesslike tone.
"Relics? Are these the only ones?" Fu Bao took the lidless cardboard box from him. There were several books and some sundries in the cardboard box. It seemed that Uncle Fu Wei's life was very simple.
"Mr. Fu Wei doesn't have many relics. One of them is a diary. He specifically asked his heirs to read it carefully before he died." The glasses lawyer pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose.
"...Diary." Fu Bao looked at a black book in the carton, feeling like he had discovered a clue.
The glasses lawyer handed the things to him and left. Fu Bao closed the door, held the box and was about to walk back to the sofa.
"Bang bang bang." There was a knock on the door again, and he was startled again.
"Is there anything else... Hey, is it you?" Fu Bao opened the door without thinking. He thought it was the spectacled lawyer who had something to explain, but it was Sun Zhong who appeared in front of him.
Sun Zhong's expression was very strange, as if he didn't want to come to see him, but he had to come.
"You... are looking for me?" Fu Bao asked curiously.
While Sun Zhong always looked impatient when seeing him, Fu Bao was quite polite. He knew that Sun Zhong was impatient because he felt that seeing him was the same as seeing a ghost. Regarding this matter, he really felt that he was Very innocent.
"Did the guy with glasses give you something?"
What? Fu Bao was confused.
"Fu Wei's relic." Sun Zhong reminded.
"Ah...it's given to me, do you want it?" Fu Bao raised his eyebrows. Was he being targeted by this guy? Otherwise, why would he have received something one second ago and wanted it the next second?
"Yes." Sun Zhong nodded and stretched out his hand, as if it was a matter of course.
Fu Bao thought for a while, this relic was for him, why should he give it to Sun Zhong, so he simply refused, "No."
"Uh..." Sun Zhong obviously didn't expect that he would refuse so simply. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Assisting the police in the investigation is the obligation of every citizen..."
"Go get the search ticket." Fu Bao said lightly, "It's okay, I'm going to bed, walk slowly."
He was still waiting to study the secrets and clues in the diary. He was too lazy to play the case-solving game with Sun Zhong and thought about closing the door.
"Wait a minute." Sun Zhong supported the door panel with his feet and said solemnly: "This case is very troublesome. If you don't cooperate, I suspect you will be the next victim."
...I am a victim now!
Compared with the murderer who may not exist, Fu Bao felt that the ghost bride that was pestering him was more troublesome, so Fu Bao pushed the door harder, intending to close the door and drive away the person.
"This case may be related to your father Fu Donglai!" Sun Zhong shouted.
What? !
Fu Bao stopped. How could Uncle Fu Wei's case have anything to do with his father? Dad has been dead for nearly a year.
"Fu Wei had business dealings with your father. I suspect that all of Fu Wei's property came from this. Fu Donglai died mysteriously a year ago, and Fu Wei died in a mental sanatorium a year later. There must be some connection between them. Sun Zhong said as he forced his way through the door.
Fu Bao was stunned for a moment, and with a few movements of his hand, Sun Zhong was allowed to enter the house smoothly.
He had thought before that there must be some relationship between Uncle Fu Wei and his father. Now that Sun Zhong said this, it seemed that there was something fishy?
But... Dad and Uncle Fu Wei died one after another, does that mean they are related? You are fooling people.
"Besides suspicion, what evidence do you have?" Fu Bao asked after closing the door.
"Ha... the evidence is in your hands." Sun Zhong pointed to the cardboard box in his hand.
"It's all just random guesses." Fu Bao sighed, "The half-hearted police are really unreliable in handling cases."
"Hey, who are you calling half-hearted? Be careful, I'll sue you for slander!" Sun Zhong grabbed the cardboard box without saying a word, noticed the black-covered diary at a glance, and immediately walked to the sofa to sit down and read through it.
Fu Bao didn't fight him, just sat opposite him with the black doll and waited quietly for him to finish reading.
About half an hour later, Sun Zhong read through the diary from beginning to end, then nodded, "I don't understand."
"Huh?" Fu Bao's jaw almost dropped, "Then you still read it for half an hour?"
Hearing the contempt in his tone, Sun Zhong handed the diary to Fu Bao and motioned for him to take a look.
So Fu Bao started reading from the beginning, but after only five minutes, he knew what the problem was.
The words are in Chinese, and the writing is very neat. The only problem is that there is no logic. Think about it, can a patient who is admitted to a mental sanatorium have normal logic?
"How did Uncle Fu Wei die?" Fu Bao remembered that Sun Zhong had said before that Fu Wei died mysteriously.
"The cause of death we announced to the public was a heart attack." Sun Zhong thought for a while before saying.
"Hey, I've already assisted the police in handling the case. At least let me know a little bit of the truth." Fu Bao didn't need to think about it to know that the so-called "police announcement" meant there was something hidden. If Uncle Fu Wei died of a heart attack, then Sun Zhongqian Why should we conduct such an intense investigation?
"If you put it this way..." As a law-abiding policeman, Sun Zhong seemed hesitant.
However, this case seems a bit supernatural to him, and Fu Bao is a very unlucky guy who is often involved in supernatural events. Maybe telling it will help the case?
He finally nodded, "Okay, but it can't be spread. Fu Wei died of suffocation."
asphyxia?
Fu Bao didn't know why he suddenly thought of the gangster who died on the subway.
"Yes, suffocation." Sun Zhong lowered his voice. The sky outside the window had darkened. Although the lights were on in the room, Fu Bao still shuddered a few times when he heard his strange tone.
"Fu Wei lived in the most closely guarded ward of the mental sanatorium and was not allowed to visit. Before his death, Fu Wei fell ill again and didn't sleep for almost three days. The nurse was worried about his physical condition, so he gave him a sedative. As a result, Fu Wei died, and the nurse almost went crazy with fright, but the weirdest thing is..."
When Sun Zhong said this, he paused deliberately.
Fu Bao opened his eyes wide and waited for him to continue. He couldn't help but think to himself, if this guy lost his job, he could go storytelling under the overpass. Wouldn't it be so appetizing?
"When Fu Wei died, his facial features were bleeding continuously, and the blood in his body seemed to be squeezed out by great pressure, and the flow continued. The hospital conducted emergency rescue and found that Fu Wei had already died of suffocation due to lack of oxygen, but the blood in his body continued to flow. flow out."
"Continuously bleeding, suffocating to death...it's the same..." Fu Bao almost jumped up from the sofa. This death was the same as the gangster who died on the subway!
When he thought that the gangster died because of the ghost bride, he suddenly felt so cold, sad and disgusting.
