"The angry voice echoed in the apartment, and he held his head with a look of pain.
With a "click", the door of Sun Zhong's room suddenly opened. He rushed out and turned on the light. Seeing Fu Bao's appearance, he asked nervously: "What's wrong?" Noticing that he looked frightened at the red hijab, Sun Zhong also expressed his expression. Frightened, "What did you take this out for?" Fu Bao was on the verge of crying, "It was here when I woke up."
After being speechless for a while, Sun Zhong decided to throw it into the trash can outside when he went out later. It was ominous, so ominous.
"Forget it, let's take a look at this first." Such glaring can't solve the problem of the ghost bride. It's better to find out what happened to Fu Wei and Fu Donglai first.
Throwing what his colleague had just faxed to Fu Bao, he sat down on the other end of the sofa.
"This is your father's itinerary for the whole year." Fu Bao flipped through the document, "My dad has been to so many places..."
"Very many." After investigating the places Fu Donglai had visited in the past year, Sun Zhong was also surprised. The itinerary included domestic and foreign tours, and he was almost busier than the tour guide.
"...If my father were a tomb robber, there seem to be no graves to dig in some places." Fu Bao said in a low voice.
"So it's quite strange." Sun Zhong also scratched his head. What on earth was Fu Donglai doing?
Traveling all over the world, is there any profession that requires traveling around the world?
"Here, have you noticed?" Fu Bao suddenly pointed at a certain item on the document.
oh?
Sun Zhong looked over and saw that this section was about Fu Donglai's traveling companions. This companion was usually Fu Wei when he set out, and when he came back, he would become three or four people.
Is there anything strange about this...
Sun Zhong was thinking and suddenly noticed something different about Fu Bao's hands. Fu Bao's hands were very white, tender and slender, a bit like a woman's hands. This boy had taken good care of himself.
"Don't you think it's strange?" Fu Bao looked up at Sun Zhong and raised the corners of his mouth.
Looking at Fu Bao's face, Sun Zhong was a little distracted... This boy is quite handsome, no, he is a bit pretty. Why didn't he notice before that this boy has the qualifications of a pretty boy?
Shaking his head, Sun Zhong brought his thoughts back, "What's so strange?"
"Every time, the people who come back with dad and uncle are Chinese." Fu Bao pointed out the question.
Sun Zhong blinked, so what? Can't we meet fellow villagers?
"If you look at their airplane seats, every time, Dad and Uncle Fu Wei sit on the outside, and their companions sit on the inside. They seem to be... protecting something."
"Hey, you can deduce so much just by looking at the seats. Are you just delusional?" Sun Zhong frowned.
"After sleeping for a while, my mind is very clear now." Fu Bao raised the corner of his mouth again.
For some reason, Sun Zhong thought his smile was weird, and the house that usually felt hot when the electric fan was on seemed a bit cool at this time. He felt that the coolness seemed to be coming from Fu Bao.
"My mind is very clear, as if someone is helping me think." Fu Bao repeated, pointing at the information, "Go and investigate who these companions are, and you will definitely find something."
"Don't order me casually, you are not my superior." Sun Zhong muttered, but in fact he felt there was a problem, so he took the information back to the room to continue investigating.
"Hey, turn off the light for me, it's too bright." Fu Bao sat motionless on the sofa.
Resisting the urge to beat him up, Sun Zhong felt that it was better not to get too fussy with him. After all, it was normal for his Yang Qi to weaken and become photophobic after he was stuck in Yin for so long.
Since the investigation process involved police secrets, Sun Zhongdu went into the room to deal with it, but Fu Bao's sinister appearance made him a little uneasy, so he decided to work directly at the desk in the living room.
Unexpectedly, this decision made him discover that Fu Bao was becoming more and more strange. In addition to being afraid of light and not sleeping, he actually solved math problems inexplicably, and said that this was a preview before going to college.
While investigating the case, Sun Zhong watched Fu Bao write down the problem-solving process and answers one after another. Sun Zhong felt deeply that Fu Bao was definitely stuck with a terrible ghost who forced him to start studying mathematics.
As for the investigation of Fu Donglai and their traveling companions, Sun Zhong originally thought it would be more troublesome. However, after investigating two people, it unexpectedly became easier. After printing out the investigation results, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Turning his head to look at Fu Baozheng humming and solving a densely written math problem, he coughed twice before speaking, "Well... the investigation results are out."
"Oh?" He raised his head and took the documents and flipped through them a few times. Fu Bao burst into laughter. The laughter made Sun Zhong's whole body go cold.
"...It is indeed the case." Fu Bao whispered.
"Have you guessed it?" Sun Zhong couldn't believe it. "Why do Fu Donglai and Fu Wei's companions... die after returning home every time they fly?"
His investigation result was that all the traveling companions who had traveled with Fu Donglai and Fu Wei were dead. Without exception, they all died after getting off the plane and returning home. This investigation result made him break out in a cold sweat.
What is this situation? Are Fu Donglai and Fu Wei professional killers? There are no such exaggerated professional killers, right?
And why didn’t the family of the deceased call the police?
"You also said that he died after 'returning home'." Fu Bao glanced at him.
So strange...Fu Bao's eyes seem a bit...charming?
Sun Zhong shook his head to shake off this strange feeling. He could hear Fu Bao emphasizing the word "go home". What did this mean?
"Stop showing off!"
"The question is, do they go home and die, or do they die and then go home."
Fu Baoqu tapped the document with his fingers, and Sun Zhong was attracted by his almost transparent white fingers.
After drawing his attention back, he still didn't understand what Fu Bao wanted to express. How would he go home after he died? Facing Fu Bao's "Are you an idiot" look in his eyes, he almost wanted to run away, "Broomstar, what on earth do you want to say?"
"They, these father's traveling companions, were probably brought home by father and others after they died." Fu Bao said one word at a time.
At this moment, Fu Bao looked up at Sun Zhong. His face was so white that it radiated cold air, with a strange beauty that was not like that of a human being.
Sun Zhong opened his mouth, and after a while he spat out the complete words, "You mean... your father brought the body home with him, how is this possible?!"
"Nothing is impossible. We have only seen one living corpse." Fu Bao said, rubbing his hands.
This, this... Sun Zhong swallowed dryly. He was surprised but also vaguely understood. Traveling with a living corpse seemed to have been told by his family elders that this was a profession.
"...Drive out the corpse." He uttered two words in a hoarse voice.
"That's right, my dad's profession is not a tomb robber, he should be... exorcizing corpses." Fu Bao's smile was cold and charming.
Slightly startled by his expression, Sun Zhong frowned. Has this kid been haunted by a female ghost for too long, causing too much yin energy to enter his body, and is he so yin and yang weird?
But his thoughts changed and he curiously asked: "How did you guess it?" Looking down at his hands, Fu Bao murmured, "I remembered something..."
Sun Zhong waited for the next step, but Fu Bao stopped talking. He couldn't help coughing hard.
"Ah?" Fu Bao then raised his head, his eyes extremely confused.
...Are you crazy again?
Sun Zhong was a little worried about his condition, but now they were discussing business matters, and the truth was slowly being revealed, so he had to remind him: "You just said you remembered something, what was it? Is there something that made you suddenly guess that your old man Dad is a corpse chaser."
"Oh, I did remember something." Fu Bao raised his face, but looked at Sun Zhong with distracted eyes.
"Hey!" Sun Zhong waved his hand in front of him, "What on earth have you thought of?!"
"What?" As if he was suddenly frightened, Fu Bao's eyes condensed and he looked at Sun Zhong innocently again.
"What did you think of...forget it!" Sun Zhong became impatient.
And now is not the time to recall the past and deduce the occupations of Fu Donglai and Fu Wei. Then the birth of the living corpse can be explained, but who is the living corpse and who created the living corpse...
These issues are the key to the case. If an ordinary policeman encounters such a case, the only way is to pray to God and worship Buddha. But Sun Zhong is different. He has Taoism. The more complicated the case, the more motivated he is to solve the case.
