"No matter who you are, I must catch you!" Sun Zhong slammed his fist on the table.
"Yeah." Fu Bao nodded. His eyes looked past the baby-faced policeman and landed on the whiteboard on the wall. The center point of the clues was the black doll. Around the black doll, there were mother and daughter skinning cases and school disappearances. Death cases and ghost subway cases, there seems to be a mastermind behind these cases, maybe... the same person is responsible.
All these dense web-like mysteries, as long as one is solved, it should be very close to the truth.
Fu Bao subconsciously rubbed his hands again. Although it was speculated that Fu Wei and Fu Donglai might be the legendary corpse chasers, the clues drawn from this became more complicated. Sun Zhong had no choice but to turn to his family for help, and went home to ask about the truth about the corpse chasers and see if he could get them and deal with them. The magic weapon of living corpses.
Time passed little by little, from noon to evening and late at night, Sun Zhong never came back, and Fu Bao sat quietly in the darkness, like a corpse.
"It's been three days, right?" He said to himself, subconsciously looking at his hands, which were shining brightly in the darkness, as if there was a layer of ice on them. "It's been three days. I'm not hungry or sleepy. I What happened?"
Things seemed to have started from that day when he lifted the ghost bride's hijab. From that day on, he noticed that he was no longer like a normal person. He did not dare to tell Sun Zhong about these things.
Because he felt like he was turning into a monster. What kind of monster?
Fu Bao rubbed his hands, purely unconsciously, because his hands felt so cold.
If I don’t eat, drink or sleep, am I still considered a human being?
He suddenly had the urge to see what he looked like now, so he got up and walked to the full-length mirror.
The room was dark, with only the light from outside coming through the window weakly. Although his vision was not good, he still saw it. What was reflected in the mirror was not his shadow, but... a red figure.
The ghost bride without a hijab slowly approached the mirror, and bit by bit the reflection turned into reality, first her hair, then her face, and her pale hands...
"ah!"
With a scream, Fu Bao suddenly opened his eyes, panting and staring around. Was he asleep just now?
The black doll was still held tightly in his hand, but it couldn't provide him with a sense of security. Suddenly, he had a strange feeling. Even though he was holding the black doll, he didn't have the feeling of blood connection he had before.
What happened?
What happened to the Demon King sealed inside? Just as I was wondering, I suddenly heard a "squeak" from the window.
scare! Suddenly startled, he stared in the direction of the window in fear, but the sound like scraping the glass with a sharp object continued to sound. After enduring it for a while, he finally plucked up the courage to open the curtains - it was a small white cat.
In the dark night, the little white cat sat quietly on the windowsill, staring straight at Fu Bao with a pair of strange-colored cat eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, this was the seventh floor...
No, why did Ah Meow come suddenly?
Fu Bao opened the window and let the little white cat in. After the little white cat jumped into the apartment, it walked around Fu Bao several times and kept meowing. Fu Bao listened attentively for a while, and then his eyes widened. Said: "Did you find a living corpse again?"
The little white cat nodded.
"You want me to go with you?" Fu Bao asked again.
The little white cat nodded again.
Fu Bao thought for a while and couldn't think of a reason why he had to find a living corpse. Was he seeking death?
"Why should I go?" The little white cat didn't answer directly, but just stared at him with its head tilted, its bright cat eyes revealing a trembling message.
"I left you a message before asking you to tell me where the living corpses are, so I can hide. I didn't ask you to take me to find the living corpses." With how unlucky he is, he will definitely be torn apart by the living corpses. Torn apart.
The little white cat continued to tilt its head to look at him, looking very cute and persistent.
"Please, I don't want to die yet, please spare me." Fu Bao sighed.
"Idiot, the living corpse is right here!" the little white cat meowed again.
After hearing this, Fu Bao's face changed drastically. His face, which was originally white, was now as pale as paper.
Shrimp?
The living corpse... is here? !
Just as this thought passed through my mind, I heard a banging sound coming from the corridor outside the door, as if something was approaching.
What was so noisy... A lightning-like light flashed into his mind, and he suddenly panicked. He hurriedly ran to the door, opened a crack in the door and looked outside. There was a figure with a shimmering white light at the end of the corridor, approaching slowly.
The little white cat came to inform him where the living corpse was, but the living corpse appeared directly here!
But how does the living corpse know that he is hiding in Sun Zhong's house?
Why on earth are the living corpses chasing him?
Many questions ran through his mind, but now was not the time to pursue them. Fu Bao looked left and right. There was no skylight in Sun Zhong's house. The only way out was the door, or jumping off the building.
When the footsteps outside the door were still some distance away, Fu Bao touched a fruit knife, gritted his teeth, opened the door and ran out. When he rushed to the emergency escape, he cut his finger and smeared blood on the black doll. superior.
The little white cat had already disappeared when he went to peek at the door.
Although the Demon King cannot see the Ghost Bride, he probably has no problem dealing with this kind of living corpse...
Huh?
After running a few steps, Fu Bao suddenly stopped. He lifted the black puppet and watched his own blood dripping from the puppet, one drop after another, one drop after another.
"Tick tock." Fu Bao's blood dripped on the floor, making a soft sound in the unusually quiet space, but it sounded like thunder to his ears. The black doll... stopped absorbing his blood?
After realizing this, countless thoughts appeared in my mind like a cosmic explosion.
If you don't suck blood, you can't summon it. There is a contract, so why can't it be used?
Even if the Demon King slept to death like he did several times before, there was no strange thing where the doll stopped sucking blood. What happened?
What happened to break the connection between him and the Demon King?
His mind was in confusion, and he froze in front of the safety door, but he woke up immediately because the heavy footsteps were behind him. He didn't care about the problem of failing to summon the Demon King, and quickly opened the safety door and went downstairs quickly.
Sun Zhong's home was on the seventh floor. With his speed, he could run out in a few minutes. At least there were more escape routes out of the apartment.
"Hoo ho ho..." Fu Bao ran as hard as he could, but the footsteps behind him followed him slowly. He counted the floors in his mind and felt that he was almost on the first floor. When he looked up, he saw 7 at the corner. number.
how come? !
Fu Bao trembled, but the footsteps behind him were getting closer and closer. He could almost feel the cold breath, so he had to continue running down. This time he counted carefully, but he had clearly run up three floors, but The numbers I saw when I raised my head turned out to be...
Or 7? !
"The ghost hits the wall!" He suddenly realized what he had encountered.
The endless pressure made him feel cold all over, and his body was so stiff that he was almost unable to move.
what to do? What should you do if you encounter a ghost hitting the wall?
He has no clue, he can solve math problems, and he can memorize long Chinese and English texts, but he doesn't know what to do when encountering a ghost, especially when there is a living corpse chasing behind him. The unstoppable trembling and trembling made his steps messy and even made his legs weak. Maybe dying.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The footsteps were getting closer and closer behind him. Fu Bao looked up and saw that the figure of the living corpse was getting clearer and clearer. It was quite strange to say that the living corpse had been away from the morgue for so long. What happened to his body? Still so stiff and frosty...
Shaking his head to get rid of these messy thoughts, he realized that the only way now was to return to the corridor.
So Fu Bao pushed open the safety door again, but just as he stepped into the corridor, all the lights in the corridor exploded at this moment.
"Bah, bang, bang, bang..." The sound of the light tube exploding was so neat that it made people feel numb. Darkness suddenly fell, and Fu Bao almost hit the wall. His legs went weak, and he quickly held on to the wall - he was going to be driven crazy. Fear and darkness poured into his body from his eyes, nose, and mouth, and he tightened his grip on the wall. It grabbed his heart so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe.
The sound of "bang bang bang" footsteps came, and every step made his heart tighten. No, he would die if he was caught by a living corpse.
