"How can I be calm when you have made my house look like this!" Sun Zhong wanted to strangle Fu Bao to death. He only went out for a few hours, but his home was ruined when he came back. Moreover, this kid now looked like he was in for a big disaster. It gave him an extremely ominous premonition.
"Why did you come back in such time?" Fu Bao asked suddenly. Fortunately, Sun Zhong just happened to come home, otherwise he might have already returned to the west.
"Humph, my neighbor called me and said that if I trouble him again, he will call the police." Sun Zhong replied in a muffled voice.
Probably when he was murdered by the Ghost Bride, there was too much noise, so the neighbor called Sun Zhong directly to protest.
"I...sigh." Fu Bao told the story about seeing the ghost bride just after taking a nap.
"I don't know what it will be like in the future." He muttered, looking at the red cloth on the ground.
"This... is the hijab of the female ghost? Did you take it off?" Sun Zhong shuddered and thought of one thing, "Then what I will see in the future is the ghost bride without the hijab. You said you saw it?" Anyone with her face will die?"
"Yeah, I feel like I'm dead." Fu Bao coughed and sighed.
But... there seems to be another way of saying "lifting the hijab". Sun Zhong suddenly had an idea, but he thought it was impossible, so he didn't say it out.
Looking at the messy house, Sun Zhong sighed, "I came back because I was worried that something would happen to you. I didn't expect you to mess up my house like this."
"Sorry..." Fu Baocheng felt sorry for him. Why don't he just go to a mental sanatorium? At least he won't damage the house. However, when he thought that Uncle Fu Wei died because he didn't sleep and was injected with sedatives, he immediately gave up this idea.
"Forget it, think of me as unlucky." Sun Zhong accepted his fate. Who taught him how to recognize this bad guy? Fu Bao raised his hand to express his willingness to make up for his mistakes.
"I can help you clean it!"
"You?" Sun Zhong looked at him with disdain, "The way you are now, you could fall into sleep in the toilet and die at any time. How dare I ask you to clean it." Fu Bao, whose eyes were so dark that he could compete with a panda, suddenly With tears streaming down my face, it was so shameful to die by drowning in toilet water.
No longer paying attention to Fu Bao, who seemed to be petrified, Sun Zhong silently tidied up the room and drove Fu Bao to the sofa, asking him not to block the way.
When he was almost done, Sun Zhong received a phone call. He glanced at Fu Bao and then went into the room to talk on the phone.
I don't know how long it took before Sun Zhong came out with his cell phone.
Looking at Fu Bao, who was lying on the sofa pretending to be dead, he sighed, "You are so dark that you are turning purple... I asked the elders in the family for advice, and they called just now to say that your situation might be a sign of death." The person who died has a very close relationship with you, so her soul remains and only follows you, and because this is not a resentful ghost, there is no way to transcend it. The only way is to destroy the body or fulfill her wish."
"……I see."
"Although you are not in a good state now, I still have something to tell you." Sun Zhong's tone was solemn.
ah? Fu Bao raised his head and looked at him blankly.
"It was indeed the living corpse in the hospital that destroyed your home."
"Can you find him?" Although the monster wanted to kill him, he thought that the monster should also be one of the clues.
"We're looking for him, but the city is so big, there are many places where he can hide. The previous methods of tracking fugitives were based on their food, clothing, housing, and transportation, but living corpses probably don't need these, so it's more difficult to track them down." Sun Zhong spread his hands.
"By the way, you said that monster is a living corpse? Isn't it different from a zombie?" Baby Face comes from a family of Taoist priests, and his knowledge in this area is much broader than his.
"It's what the soul is trapped in the body after death."
"Ah Miao also said something similar... Huh?" Suddenly remembering something, Fu Bao's eyes lit up and he grabbed Sun Zhong's hand excitedly.
"What are you doing?" Sun Zhong was startled.
"You said before that my father and Uncle Fu Wei were tomb robbers, right?" Sun Zhong nodded doubtfully.
What does this have to do with living corpses?
Does this kid's thoughts have to be so toned? "But they are not necessarily grave robbers."
Fu Bao added, "Their occupations may just be related to tombs."
"What does that have to do with living corpses?" Is there a problem with this kid's ability to express himself, or is there a problem with his ability to understand? He still couldn't understand what Fu Bao wanted to express. Sun Zhong looked to the sky.
"Have you investigated the travel records of my father and Uncle Fu Wei?" Fu Bao had a guess, but he was not sure, and he had to ask Sun Zhong to investigate the truth.
"This...not really."
"Then check it out. I remember that before he passed away, he went to Malaysia, and..." Although Fu Bao didn't know what his father's occupation was, sometimes his father would explain where he was going.
In short, as long as he goes out, there will definitely be a record, whether it is a train or a plane. As long as he checks it, he will get the clues he wants.
After raising his eyebrows and thinking for a while, Sun Zhong decided to go check it out as he was told. He turned around and entered the room again, and called his colleagues directly to ask his colleagues to help him check it out.
Since Sun Zhong was at home and the black doll was in hand, Fu Bao, who was extremely sleepy, wanted to take a nap.
It's just a short nap, that should be fine, right?
He lay down on the sofa, and the moderately elastic touch made him drowsy immediately. Just when his eyelids began to fight, the lights in the living room snapped and began to flicker on and off slowly.
His eyelids fell straight down, and his subconscious forced his eyelids to open again. Such repeated movements made him unable to feel anything wrong with the flickering lights.
Step by step, the bright red embroidered shoes walked silently towards the sofa. Fu Bao, who was nestled on top, was almost asleep. He held the black doll tightly in his arms, and his consciousness slowly faded away. Floating and sinking...
The feeling of floating on the sea and swaying with the waves made Fu Bao feel a little strange. He was obviously sleeping on the sofa, wasn't he? Soft sofa...
The right side of the body is slightly sunken... No!
Someone was sitting on the sofa bed, sitting next to him. It felt like the sofa bed was sinking! who is it? Is it Sun Zhong?
He was frightened and tired. He wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids refused to obey. The hot feeling rising from his stomach made him want to retching in pain, but he could not open his mouth.
The people sitting next to him seemed to be looking at him, and seemed to be humming a song, making his heart tighten and almost out of breath.
Extreme sadness, extreme pain, extreme hate and intense love…
Warm liquid overflowed from the corners of his eyes. Fu Bao tried his best to open his eyes just a slit, but his eyes were filled with blood. At the same time, a chill shot up from the soles of his feet, making him freeze and unable to struggle...
Forget it, that’s it.
He is so tired. Since his father died, he not only has to go to school and work, but he also has to deal with those fatal supernatural events. People misunderstand that he has mental problems, and people close to him will also encounter misfortunes, maybe like As Sun Zhong said, he must be the broom star.
Ah……
Then why is he struggling? No one will be sad for him anyway, and his death will be helpful to the world, right?
At least no one will die because of him...
The image of Ah Xuan's death was deeply imprinted in his mind. Even if he deliberately did not mention it, he could not pretend that it had not happened.
The thought of giving up on survival flooded over his body and mind like a tide, making him relax. He heard the ghost singing in his ears. He couldn't hear what it was singing, but he felt relieved for no reason.
Just take me away... As you wish... After an unknown amount of time, Fu Bao opened his eyes, ready to meet the ghost bride's request for her life.
"Huh? Are you okay?"
What caught his eye were the closed curtains, and the room was dark. It seemed that this was Sun Zhong's house.
Fu Bao subconsciously touched his body. There were no missing hands, no legs, his heart was still there, and his eyes were intact...
So what just happened was just a dream?
The rest of his life suddenly made him happy, until he saw the red cloth in his hand.
The blood all over his body turned cold instantly. Wasn't the red hijab locked in the cabinet by Sun Zhong while he was cleaning?
Why does it appear here? He hurriedly picked up the black doll and held it in his hand, facing the red hijab, but he didn't know what to say or what to do.
It took a long time before he yelled, "What on earth do you want?!
