"What did you say?" He said so quietly that Sun Zhong couldn't hear clearly.
"No, no." Fu Bao is still not sure whether the causes of death between the two are related, and he does not dare to express his association.
Raising his eyebrows, Sun Zhong stared at him very suspiciously. Judging from the intuition of a policeman and a Taoist priest, this boy seemed to know something but not say anything.
"I just feel very strange." Fu Bao touched his chin and thought, changing the topic, "Suffocation and constant bleeding are simply the plot of a classic suspense novel. What clues do you have now?"
"I won't come to you if I have clues." Sun Zhong sighed.
Thinking about it, Sun Zhong has always regarded him as a scourge, and he would definitely not come to him if he didn't have to. It's a pity that there are no clues in the relics left to him by Uncle Fu Wei.
Sun Zhong scratched his head irritably and stood up suddenly, "Forget it, I'll borrow the toilet from you, and then I'll leave."
"Over there." Fu Bao pointed to the back. When Sun Zhong went to the bathroom, he continued to study the diary. After all, it was Uncle Fu Wei's relic. The glasses lawyer also said that the heir should read it carefully. There might be some secrets hidden in it, or clues about the death of Uncle Fu Wei.
At this moment, there was a loud "bang", and Fu Bao was startled again. He looked up and saw Sun Zhong standing at the door of the toilet with a bloodless face, staring at him with wide eyes.
What?
Fu Bao looked left and right, what happened?
"You, you, you... I knew it!" Sun Zhong shouted while taking out two weapons, a left pistol and a right compass.
"Hey, hey, hey, what do you want to do?!" Fu Bao couldn't help but become nervous when he saw the gun. What does this guy want to do?
Doesn't it mean that he might be a victim? Could it be that just when he went to the toilet, he thought of the suspicion that he was the murderer?
"Huh? Why are you missing?" Sun Zhong rushed over, shouting in surprise and looking around nervously.
"What's missing...don't scare me." Fu Bao frowned, what happened to his baby face, why did he look like he saw a ghost... What the hell?
No way!
It was like a thunder exploded in his mind.
"You, you won't also see a... woman in red clothes, right?" His voice was trembling, with a cry.
"That's right, it's a woman all red. She was sitting here just now. Why is she missing?" Sun Zhong pointed to the position next to Fu Bao and said confidently.
"Sit next to me..." Fu Bao turned his head suddenly, his neck bones cracking.
Here we go again, obviously right next to him, but he can’t see anything, what’s going on... Is the person who’s stalking him a ghost who loves to play hide and seek?
He reluctantly moved the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, "Are you kidding me? I won't be fooled."
Sun Zhong, whose face was struck by lightning, pointed to the sofa and said swornly: "It's right there. Why did it disappear in the blink of an eye? The red wedding dress and red hijab are just like the brides in costume dramas. I can see it." It’s very clear why he disappeared suddenly, could it be..."
What it was, he didn't say, but his expression could fully explain what he wanted to say.
Goosebumps appeared all over his body, and Fu Bao felt waves of electric chills running from his spine to his brain. It was as cold as ice. Did the ghost bride... follow him to his house?
Always by his side?
The nausea caused by severe motion sickness came again, and dazzling blood filled his vision. He began to sweat coldly and trembled all over.
Not noticing anything strange about him, Sun Zhong frowned and looked at the compass. After a while, he raised his head and said in disbelief: "According to the compass, this place should be clean, or... because it's something I can't measure at my current Taoist level." A high-level fierce ghost who came out?"
"I want to know too." Fu Bao said with a sad face. It is reasonable to say that the ability to see ghosts he obtained from the Demon King is more than the compass aura, but now he can't see it all the time. Can you stop playing with him like this?
Sun Zhong took the compass and walked around the room several times, but found no signs. Finally, he said with a serious expression: "I may be dazzled."
"...Maybe I'm also dazzled. I think we should go to bed early." Fu Bao sighed helplessly, and then felt something strange after saying that, "Well, you go back to your house and sleep."
Sun Zhong gave him a blank look, "Nonsense."
Then the two of them stared at each other with big eyes, and laughed a few times, somewhat deceiving themselves.
After Sun Zhong put away the standard equipment, he said goodbye and left. Fu Bao naturally did not keep him, because he thought of the fate of that gangster, and the people around him now may be in danger, which is terrible.
His previous experience of seeing ghosts was completely useless, and he had no idea what would happen next, and the fear of the unknown made him tremble.
After turning off the rest of the lights, Fu Bao returned to the bedroom. In the process, he held the black doll tightly and asked the Demon King to protect him.
The bedroom was very quiet. The rain outside the window was still pattering. Fine raindrops fell on the window and fell slowly. The darkness outside made the glass window like a mirror, reflecting Fu Bao's figure.
He looked out the window and suddenly discovered that there seemed to be a vague red shadow floating there...
ah? !
Just when he almost screamed, a burst of sound passed by, and it turned out to be a red car speeding away.
"It's dazzling, it's dazzling." He suddenly closed the curtains, jumped on the bed, and got under the quilt. He had not felt this frightening for a long time.
Today's experience made him extremely exhausted physically and mentally, but for some reason, once he closed his eyes, he would feel a deep sense of uneasiness in his heart, as if he was walking on the edge of a cliff and about to fall.
I struggled on the bed tossing and turning like this for a long time, but in the end I was too sleepy. Once I closed my eyes, I couldn't open them again, and I quickly fell asleep.
Just then...
"Alas." A long sigh tickled Fu Bao's consciousness like a cat hair.
He frowned and moved for a moment, then he woke up and opened his eyes, but his eyes were filled with red.
Blinking, he noticed that the swaying light was not an electric lamp, but two big red candles, and the flames made a "pop" sound.
Fu Bao couldn't come back to his senses, "Where...is this place?"
He looked around and saw the round wooden table with candles placed on it. It had gilding patterns on it and looked antique. He was sitting on the small wooden lantern stool beside the round table. He felt hard and solid under his buttocks. , completely different from his springy bed.
When he wanted to get up, he thought that he seemed to be sleeping just now, why did he suddenly come here? Could it be a dream?
But when I realized that I was dreaming, this dream should have ended. But now the candlelight in front of me became clearer and clearer, illuminating a wooden bed not far away. The wooden bed also had an ancient shape and was magnificent.
"well……"
Another long sigh.
The sound made Fu Bao focus on the person on the bed.
Wearing a red dress, a red skirt, and a red hijab, he was sitting upright on the edge of the bed. This look made Fu Bao feel cold all over, but the unique sense of drowsiness and unreality in the dream slowly made this feeling sink again.
Subconsciously, he felt that he should do something, so he stood up and slowly walked towards the bride.
The closer he got, the more uncomfortable Fu Bao felt, as if there was a bottomless pit in front of him. If he fell down, he would be shattered to pieces and die, but he was getting closer step by step.
"well……"
The long sigh appeared for the third time, long and distant, carrying endless sorrow.
As if urged by a sigh, Fu Bao felt that he had to do something...
The red hijab on the bride's head shook slightly, and he suddenly realized that he was going to lift it.
Muran stretched out his hand... No!
This is not a good thing!
A certain thought was reminding Fu Bao, but another force suppressed him, forcing him to lift the bride's hijab... But at this moment, a burning heat came from his chest, as hot as a volcano erupting. This sudden The pain destroyed everything in sight in an instant.
The magnificent wooden bed and the ghost bride were broken into pieces, flying all over the sky.
"No--"
The ghost bride let out a piercing scream, and this was the first time Fu Bao heard her voice.
When he woke up from the dream, the burning sensation did not disappear. The pain was so painful that he had to open his eyes. He suddenly sat up, gasping for air, and subconsciously touched his face, and he felt something wet and sticky...
It's all blood!
The ghost bride wants to kill him?
After a while, Fu Bao calmed down and realized that he was not dead. He was sitting on his bed. The rain outside the window was still beating on the glass. It seemed to be early morning.
