…This is not a question about eating!
Fu Bao scratched his head. He also felt that asking A Yin for a solution was tantamount to asking for a fish in a tree. But now he really wanted to find someone to talk to, and it didn't matter if it was A Yin.
I say this not because the Demon King is useless, but because they have completely different concepts about ghosts. In the Demon King's eyes, ghosts are food, and in his eyes they are invincible natural enemies, super scary.
So every time we communicate and discuss what to do when the card is stuck, the Demon King only has two words: "eat", which is very depressing.
"There is a ghost that has been haunting me since yesterday. As long as I see her face, someone will die, except me, because I can't seem to see her, but she will appear in my dreams. If I see her in my dreams, When I see her face, I feel like I will die too. Why would something like this happen? I am very distressed." Fu Bao held his head and coughed and sighed.
"I have also encountered this situation when I can't see food. It was a very exciting hunting operation, and suddenly the target disappeared." The Demon King's expression became a little serious.
Huh?
Fu Bao was a little nervous. Could it be that Lord Demon King has become more reliable this time and can provide solutions?
"Later I discovered that the ghost had been stepped on by me all the time. It was dirty and inedible." Lord Demon King continued to say seriously.
……Depend on.
Fu Bao almost fell down, and he knew that he could only listen to the advice of the Demon King. However, being stepped on and unable to see seemed to be slightly similar to the "ghost covering his eyes" that A-Miao said before. , but why did the ghost cover his eyes?
And why did it only appear in his dreams?
"Why?" he whispered.
He was very troubled, and he didn't notice that the silver-haired devil opposite him started to move his head bit by bit, as if he had fallen asleep.
"A Yin, is there anything else you want to tell me... Huh?" Looking up, he found that the silver-haired devil was asleep.
"Pa." A flash of light flashed, and the silver-haired devil sitting on the sofa and dozing off turned into a black doll again. Fu Bao stared at the doll for a minute, then pouted and said: "I knew you were unreliable. …”
Although the devil was sometimes inactive, he was saved by the devil's appearance. The first time he faced the suicidal temptation in his dream, it was the black doll that burned him awake.
Lord Demon King is his only support now, but other than that, Fu Bao can't think of any other way.
"Don't sleep, don't sleep, don't sleep..." Fu Bao murmured while holding the black doll, and then raised his head. Although his expression was very tired, his eyes shone with extreme vigilance.
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Another day later, Sun Zhong came to the door of Fu's house. If it wasn't necessary, he would definitely not want to come to Fu Bao, but this time it was weird. No one answered his phone calls, and he couldn't find anyone in the supermarket where Fu Bao worked. Where did this kid go?
He had some situations that he needed to find out from Fu Bao. In this case, he had to pay a visit.
"Bang, bang bang."
He knocked on the door for fifteen minutes before a hoarse voice came from inside the door, "Who is it?"
"Sun Zhong." He recognized that the voice belonged to Fu Bao, but why did his voice become so hoarse? Was he sick?
That's why you didn't go to work and didn't answer the phone?
He must be seriously ill. Have you seen a doctor?
The person inside the door seemed to hesitate for a while before opening the door.
"Broom star, what are you doing...?" When he saw Fu Bao, he was startled. Fu Bao was dripping wet from head to toe, as if he had just taken a shower, but... did anyone take a shower with clothes on? Fu Bao asked in a hoarse voice: "What do you want from me?"
"What's wrong with your voice?" Sun Zhong asked in confusion without answering.
"I drank too much coffee and my throat hurts." Fu Bao raised the can of Coke in his hand and took a few sips through a straw.
Looking at the drink can in his hand, Sun Zhong frowned, "Coffee and Coke are both unhealthy, you teenagers who don't know how to protect your body."
After sighing for a moment, he suddenly felt something was wrong because he felt the coldness from Fu Bao's body, "Why are you so cold?"
"...I just took a cold shower." Fu Bao replied in a low voice.
"It's hot, so you shouldn't take a cold shower directly. Be careful of catching a cold. And you should dry your body and hair after taking a shower. You are still dripping with water..." Sun Zhong began to mutter.
After five minutes passed, he realized that he was not here to supervise Fu Bao's life and health, but for Fu Wei's case.
He spontaneously took a large towel lying nearby and covered Fu Bao, and forced him to dry himself. Then he sat on the sofa and talked about the progress of the investigation.
"I found out that Fu Wei went to Guangxi with your father a year ago, and then your father died. After Fu Wei came back, he was admitted to a mental sanatorium and suffered from severe mental illness. But the strange thing is that several times I was specifically investigating the record of Fu Wei sneaking out, but the hospital couldn't tell what happened. It seemed that Fu Wei suddenly disappeared.
"So this means that Fu Wei has the ability to leave the mental sanatorium at any time, right? But why does he stay there... In short, I suspect that their trip to Guangxi is related to this case. Do you know where they went? ?" Fu Bao wiped his hair with his hand, then shook his head.
"I don't know." Sun Zhong asked, "Don't you even have any clues? Your father didn't explain anything before he went out?" Fu Bao continued to shake his head, his expression looking very confused.
"What's wrong with you?" Suddenly feeling that his reaction was not quite right, Sun Zhong frowned.
"...Actually, I know how Uncle Fu Wei died." Fu Bao suddenly said this.
"Ah?" Sun Zhong was stunned for a moment.
"He died because he saw a ghost." Fu Bao's deep and hoarse voice brought an inexplicable and terrifying atmosphere.
It was obviously the scorching heat of midsummer, but Sun Zhong felt a chill crawling up his spine, and goosebumps appeared one by one.
"Why do you say that?" Is this a case of ghost murder? God, how is he going to close the case?
"Hehehe." Faced with Sun Zhong's doubts, Fu Bao suddenly laughed, his laughter was both crazy and sad.
"...Why are you laughing?" Is this kid getting sick again?
"Because one day I will be like Uncle Fu Wei, who died of suffocation inexplicably, and all the blood in my body was squeezed out." Fu Bao murmured.
These words were like a curse, obviously extremely subtle, but lingering, making Sun Zhong shudder. Who would curse himself like this?
He stood up worriedly and asked Fu Bao loudly: "Hey, Fu Bao, what's wrong with you?"
After Fu Donglai died, Fu Bao lived here alone. Such a space was really empty for a high school student. It was so empty that there was no life, and it seemed that there was only deathly silence left... He could understand why Fu Bao In the past, there was a state of unstable mental state.
"...It's okay, I'm okay." Sun Zhong frowned, "I'll take you to the hospital."
"...I'm really fine." Fu Bao said with a wry smile.
"What happened to you! You locked yourself in the room and drank coffee and Coke. Did you eat and sleep well? Do you want to die here?" Sun Zhong was furious.
After entering the room, he noticed that the table was covered with empty coffee cans and Coke cans, as well as empty coffee pots and coffee-stained cups. Looking at the heavy dark circles under his eyes, he was now going to challenge Jin who didn't sleep. World record? !
"well."
Fu Bao let out a long sigh. He did this because he wanted to live. He couldn't sleep. Sleeping would give the Ghost Bride an opportunity to take advantage of him. Taking a cold shower could wake him up. Taking caffeine was also to refresh him.
"What's wrong with you? I'm a policeman when I meet criminals, and I'm a Taoist priest when I meet evil ghosts. Is there anything I can't solve?" Sun Zhong was very disturbed by Fu Bao's attitude. He couldn't sleep unless he was forced to find out what happened. .
Fu Bao smiled bitterly and shook his head. Even the Demon King couldn't do anything about the ghost bride. What could Sun Zhong, a half-toned Taoist priest, do?
What's more, he is not just waiting to die. He has been pestering Ah Miao to save him these days. Of course, it has no effect so far.
But the main reason is that he is worried that Sun Zhong will also be killed by the ghost bride.
Although Sun Zhong always thought he was a nuisance, he still regarded Sun Zhong as a friend.
