"Fu Bao, what's going on? Such a way of death and Fu Wei..." Sun Zhong couldn't help but ask loudly, but because there were other people present, he couldn't say too much, so he could only stare at him and ask.
But Fu Bao still didn't come back to his senses, and kept murmuring, "Dead, why, what happened...Why wasn't I the one who died..."
The deceased had no external injuries, and the cause of death has not yet been determined. Further investigation is needed to determine whether there is a possibility of homicide.
In this case, the police naturally cannot regard Fu Bao as a suspect. At most, they will ask him to assist in recording.
But Fu Bao's reaction was very violent. He yelled at everyone to get out.
Sun Zhong felt a headache. Although this was Fu Bao's house, it was also the scene of a murder. Even though he knew that this might be another unsolved case like Fu Wei's death, the procedures that should be carried out could not be omitted.
The commanding subordinates asked them to contact the bureau and send someone to deal with the scene and the body. Sun Zhong took Fu Bao upstairs and threw him into the bathroom.
"Get out!" Fu Bao shouted wildly.
"Get out of my house!" Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, Sun Zhong said in a rare good voice, "Calm down and clean up first. Don't you feel uncomfortable like this? Also, we have to investigate the murder scene, and you have to help us. Making notes is a necessary procedure..."
"Bang!" Sun Zhong looked at the door panel close to his nose and almost got hit by the door. "You want to murder me?" Fu Bao, who was nestled in the bathtub, murmured: "I want you to stay with me. I am murdering you..."
Thinking that not long ago Ah Xuan was smiling and joking with him, but now he was a cold and dry corpse, his eyes felt hot and painful.
Turning on the shower head, lukewarm water rushed down, making him shiver.
The blood slid down with the warm water and flowed to the drainage hole. He stared blankly at the light red liquid at his feet - he couldn't sleep. Sleeping would not only kill himself, but also kill others.
"Hey, after washing, I want to help you make notes!" Sun Zhong shouted through the door panel.
In the afternoon, the forensic officers came in and out of Fu's house, while Fu Bao, who had finished cleaning, had been hiding in the room. Even the records were taken through the door. In the evening, all the police left, and he was the only one left in the house. .
He breathed a sigh of relief and continued to use various methods to force himself to wake up. He drank a lot of coffee, B-complex and other refreshing things. Although he could temporarily keep his life safe, he also knew that if he continued like this, he would go crazy even if he died, and his body would also bear the toll. Not long.
The problem this time is very difficult. The devil cannot see the ghost bride, so he cannot solve her. The only psychic that Fu Bao knows, the guardian of the Miao tribe, has been very busy. He sent a message to the other party, but only got one sentence from Ah Miao: Don't worry, Ah Meow is going to catch the bad guy!
"Ahh..."
Fu Bao scratched his hair like a chicken coop, but he couldn't think of any way to deal with this deadly ghost.
There was only one thing on hand that might be useful, and that was the diary left by Fu Wei. He had read it carefully in the past few days, and found between the lines that the word "morgue" appeared very frequently, which might be a clue.
"Morgue... but there is no morgue in the mental sanatorium, right?" Fu Bao called to check, pretending to be a family member of the patient, and learned that if someone died in the mental sanatorium, they would be transferred to the municipal hospital.
"The morgue of the municipal hospital?" He knew this place because he had a very familiar ghost there.
Do you want to go take a look?
Maybe I can get some clues or something.
In detective novels and TV dramas, every phrase left behind by the deceased often means part of the truth, right?
It was after eight o'clock in the evening. After Fu Baomeng drank a large cup of black coffee, he took his wallet, keys, and mobile phone and left the house.
When he walked to the street, he stood on the side of the road and waited. After waiting for a long time, he saw a taxi approaching.
Compared with taking buses and subways, taxis seem to be safer, at least they won't endanger too many people.
The taxi driver was startled by the sudden appearance of Fu Bao and stepped on the brakes. Fu Bao immediately opened the door and got into the back seat, but the taxi driver was trembling with fear, "...I, I don't have any money. , don’t rob me.”
"I'm not a bad person." Fu Bao's voice was tired and hoarse because he hadn't slept for many days. Several street lights near his house were broken, but it wasn't like they didn't see him standing on the roadside, right?
"Ah... I didn't hit you either, so don't bother me!" The driver became even more frightened when he heard the resentful voice.
"...I'm not a ghost either. I'm going to the municipal hospital, thank you." After announcing his destination, Fu Bao looked out the window.
When the taxi driver finally figured out that Fu Bao was neither trying to rob nor was he a ghost, he had deep doubts about whether he was a mental patient. However, there was nothing wrong with him, so he couldn't get the customers out of the car. , the taxi driver drove to the hospital in confusion.
After driving away from the remote old residential area, the streets outside the car window were gradually illuminated by neon lights and became very lively. However, the taxi driver's heart was still agitated. He had clearly not seen the figure of this young boy just now. Who was he? How did it come out...
He quietly glanced at the rearview mirror with doubts. The driver's eyes suddenly widened, his scalp went numb, and his whole body was shaken. He twisted the steering wheel and almost hit the car in the next lane.
He saw two people...how could there be two people? !
There was obviously only one person who got on the bus just now!
His hands were shaking violently, and the car was turning crookedly with the twisting steering wheel, causing horns to sound one after another, and the driver rolling down the window to utter a string of fluent curse words.
But the taxi driver had no time to care. His heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.
"Don't look at me." A hoarse voice suddenly came from the back seat. The taxi driver was stunned for a moment.
"...If you don't want anything to happen, don't look at me." Fu Bao noticed the taxi driver's peeping movements, and judging from his reaction, he must have seen the ghost bride that he couldn't see.
He couldn't figure out why he could see her sometimes and not sometimes. This situation also happened to the people around him. Could it be that the ghost bride was intentional and could appear and disappear at will?
The taxi driver was trembling, not daring to look back or look through the rearview mirror, so he drove to the destination with trepidation.
Before Fu Bao had time to take out the money, the taxi driver had already driven him out of the car in fear. After getting out of the car and closing the door, the taxi immediately sped away, as if an alien was chasing him. Fu Bao handed him the money. The banknotes were swaying in the night wind, and he could only shake his head and smile bitterly.
The time for the night clinic seemed to have passed, and the hospital was a little deserted. Only the emergency room seemed busy.
Fu Bao walked in the direction of the morgue with familiarity, but not everyone could enter the morgue, so he could only carefully avoid the eyes of the medical staff. The walk was very thrilling.
He remembered that the morgue was in the basement, and he knew exactly which direction it was in, but as soon as he pushed open the safety door leading to the corridor, he ran into a...hanged man.
The gray and blue feet with corpse spots swayed slightly in the air, and his eyes moved upward. The eyes on the pale face were bulging, and the tongue hung out for a long time. The red and white viscous liquid dripped with the swing of the tongue. fell to the ground.
He subconsciously took a step to the side and looked in the direction of the morgue - dozens of ghosts and ghosts were crowding at the door of the basement morgue. Each one of them had a blurry figure and blurred eyes. They seemed to be unable to accept it. The fact that he was already dead, and the fact that many of them were physically mutilated seemed like the hospital had received another large number of car accident victims.
A man with a pierced intestine and a rotten belly slowly crawled along the corridor, dragging out shocking blood stains. His intestines and internal organs also fell to the floor, making this small space look like a hell on earth.
Fu Bao frowned, stood on tiptoes, and carefully stepped over the blood stains and car accident ghosts.
Then there were the skinny sick ghosts, the violent dead ghosts with a knife stuck in their necks, etc. Fu Bao pretended not to see them and walked all the way to the morgue.
