Fu Bao felt that he could interpret Sun Zhong's attitude as relief that he knew he was not dead, but why did his tone of voice sound so deserving of a beating?
"Why did you jump off the building?" Sun Zhong's attitude suddenly became serious.
ah? Fu Bao wanted to scratch his head, but found that his dominant hand was fixed in a plaster. He hesitated, "Actually, I didn't mean it..."
"What's so hard to think about?" Sun Zhong's attitude softened again, like a negotiator facing a robber who wanted to commit suicide with a bomb.
"Too many." Fu Bao's expression was gloomy. He was haunted by ghosts and chased by living corpses. Sometimes he really felt that he was dying.
"Everything has a solution!" Sun Zhong rarely encouraged him, "Even if you are so unlucky, there is no need to commit suicide! Even if you live to cause trouble for your friends and increase burdens on society, there is no need to commit suicide!"
"...Thank you so much for your comfort." Fu Bao said through gritted teeth.
"What happened?" Although he said this, Sun Zhong didn't believe that he would commit suicide.
Fu Bao didn't answer. He waited until the doctor walked out of the ward before speaking mysteriously, "I didn't commit suicide. I was knocked down."
Thinking of being knocked downstairs by a living corpse, he suddenly remembered something.
"Doll? Where is my black doll?" Fu Bao shouted and started to look around.
"What?"
"It's the one you wanted to investigate before!" After confirming that there was nothing on the hospital bed, Fu Bao stared at Sun Zhong nervously. Could it be that the black doll was taken away?
"I haven't seen it." Sun Zhong gave this answer.
Ah... Fu Bao was extremely disappointed. He was hit so hard that he didn't recover for a long time.
what to do?
Without the protection of Lord Demon King, he is really not far from death.
"What's wrong with you? What's going on?" Sun Zhong asked curiously.
"It's that living corpse. The living corpse is chasing me!"
"Then what?" Sun Zhong asked eagerly.
"Then the little white cat came to remind me and snatched away the black doll again, so I chased him and reached the rooftop. I was accidentally knocked down by a living corpse. I thought I was dead, but strangely, the fallen At that time, I saw the female ghost, and I felt that the reason why I didn't die was because the female ghost saved me." Fu Bao expressed his guess. The moment he fell to the roof of the car, he felt someone hugging him.
Sun Zhong listened and nodded thoughtfully.
"Do you believe me?" Fu Bao suddenly asked.
"I don't believe it." The baby-faced policeman shook his head. It’s not like we’re making a movie, so it’s strange that he would believe it.
"It's true. You also know that I am haunted by ghosts, and you also know that living corpses destroyed my home!" Seeing his suspicious look, Fu Bao shouted.
"But I think your mental state is not right. In addition, your body also needs to recuperate, so stay in the hospital for a few more days." After saying that, Sun Zhong rang the nurse's bell. After the nurse came, the two of them muttered to each other. , Fu Bao vaguely heard some words about mental problems, taking care of him at all times, and waking him up immediately if there was any abnormality.
This bastard... can't do it?
Fu Bao struggled to get out of bed, but soon the nurse came over and stopped him. At this time, Sun Zhong waved to him and said goodbye.
"Hey! You won't leave me like this, will you?" Fu Bao asked pitifully.
"You recuperate well in the hospital, and I will come to see you." After Sun Zhong's instructions, he left ruthlessly.
The abandoned Fu Bao sighed deeply. He knew that his experience was unbelievable, but there was no need to regard him as a mental patient. Special ward in the municipal hospital.
There are no sharp objects in the ward that can be used to harm oneself. The walls are also covered with a layer of soft padding. There are no windows, only air conditioning vents.
Fu Bao was half lying on the bed. The plaster on his hand had been removed, but it was still a bit inconvenient to move. He slowly turned over the black leather diary with his other hand.
The door opened with a "click".
The nurse walked in and put a dinner plate on the small table next to Fu Bao's bed, "It's time to eat!"
Fu Bao ignored her and still slowly flipped through the diary.
The nurse didn't rush him, just went out and locked the door.
After a while, the nurse came back in. Seeing the untouched meal, she frowned and said to him, "Why don't you eat?"
"Thank you, I'm not hungry." Fu Bao said without raising his head.
"What are you looking at?" the nurse asked curiously.
"...Suicide note." Fu Bao looked up at her and smiled.
The nurse suddenly shuddered. She felt that Fu Bao's smile was giving off a chill that made people feel uncomfortable, so she collected the plates and hurried away.
Not long after the nurse left, the door to the ward was opened again. Sun Zhong walked in with a tired look on his face. He sat on the chair next to the hospital bed, sighed a few times, and then asked: "It's been half a month, you seem to be getting better." .”
"Much better." Fu Bao nodded, his eyes still not leaving the diary.
"Fu Wei's diary? Why do you read this?" Sun Zhong asked curiously.
"Well..." He finally raised his head and looked at Sun Zhong steadily.
Sun Zhong made eye contact with Fu Bao, and had the same illusion as the nurse. Fu Bao's face may have been white and transparent because he stayed in the hospital for a long time and was not exposed to the sun, with a strange cold air, while his eyes Black and white became increasingly clear, black was as black as ink, and white was as white as ice and snow. Together, it made people feel ice-cold. In short, there was no need for an air conditioner in summer just to look at him.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Sun Zhong shouted. He didn't know what happened to Fu Bao.
"Ask a question." Fu Bao said slowly. He closed the diary, but he still couldn't help moving his fingers. His fingers also looked longer, slender and whiter.
"What's the problem?" Sun Zhong took his attention away from his fingers.
"If you were asked not to think about something, for example, not to think about an elephant, what would you think of first?" Fu Bao asked.
"Elephant, don't think I haven't watched "Full Start"." Sun Zhong had an expression on his face that said "You can't beat me", because this is a line from the movie "Full Start". Fu Bao nodded, with a true expression on his face.
"What do you want to express?" Why is this kid so weird?
"A little bit, but I still can't think clearly." Fu Bao looked serious, not like he was joking.
"Then think about it slowly. You still have time anyway. The doctor said you will have to be hospitalized for at least two months." He believed that staying in the hospital would not only allow Fu Bao to recover from his injuries, but would also help his mental condition. At least for now, Fu Bao I can already have a normal conversation with him.
But... Fu Bao continued to nod obediently, and then said as if he had thought of something: "Actually... I have no problem."
"But... you said before that you were entangled by dirty things." Sun Zhong chose a less exciting word. Not only did Fu Bao say it, but he also saw it with his own eyes. But why did it seem to be okay later?
It suddenly occurred to him that Fu Bao didn't have to stay up so nervously lately.
"Haha." Fu Bao smiled, a little bit evil, "That was a misunderstanding."
Misunderstand?
Sun Zhong's scalp was numb. What's the misunderstanding?
Have you reached a reconciliation with Li Gui?
For some reason, he suddenly had goosebumps all over his body. If he continued to talk about this topic, he might be the one who suffered a nervous breakdown, so he decided to change the topic.
"Regarding the matter of living corpses, there is new progress in the investigation."
"Oh?" Fu Bao was indeed attracted, staring at him with a pair of ice-like eyes.
A little unbearable to be stared at by him, Sun Zhong turned his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and continued, "Corpse driving is an ancient profession, and it is usually inherited from the family. Fu Donglai and Fu Wei should be the heirs of this generation. As for why there is no inheritance For you, I don’t know.”
At this time Fu Bao muttered something, but Sun Zhong didn't hear it clearly and didn't ask.
"Then I conducted further investigation into the Shiwandashan incident. Through some connections, I found out that the client of this extermination was a wealthy businessman. His daughter went on an expedition and died in the forest. In order to bring his daughter's body back, she commissioned a corpse exorcist.
"Although you can also bring the corpse back in a coffin, according to Feng Shui, once the corpse is in a coffin, the chosen Feng Shui auspicious location cannot be used. This is why the profession of corpse chaser exists.
What your father did was to bring corpses back from various places that could not be buried, intact as if they were alive, but this time there was trouble in driving the corpses away. "
In the quiet ward, there was only Sun Zhong narrating in a low voice. Fu Bao tilted his head to listen, with a strange satisfaction in his expression, and his slender, crystal-clear fingers kept bending and stretching.
