"Fu——Bao?!" Sun Zhong suddenly widened his eyes and took two steps back as if he had seen a ghost.
Huh?
Fu Bao didn't understand what was wrong with him.
"It's you again!" Sun Zhong became irritable.
what happened to me? Fu Bao's face was full of innocence.
"My former commander was demoted because of a skinning case four months ago!" He said through gritted teeth.
Four months ago, the skinning case... Fu Bao's mind recalled the neighbors who originally lived next door to his house, including two children, a beautiful mother and a father. Later, for some reason, the little girl of the two children was raped by a beautiful woman. The mother was cooked into a dish, and the beautiful mother was skinned by the little girl who turned into a ghost. Together, there were two murders, and they were still unexplained cases.
The police officer in charge at the time was demoted?
Although Fu Bao felt very sympathetic. After all, it was useless to go to the police for this kind of case, and it was better to go to the Taoist priest, but it had nothing to do with him, right?
"Two months ago, my former chief was demoted because of an arson case in his jurisdiction!" Sun Zhong continued to complain.
Two months ago... Fu Bao remembered that birthday banquet. Of the five people who attended the banquet, only Fu Bao and a crazy messenger were left. The other three people ceased to exist after they died. Everyone They don't even remember them. One of them died in an arson case. Since no one knows his identity, it becomes an unsolved case.
Did this also lead to the demotion of the police officer responsible for the case? That's really sorry.
"...I'm sorry to hear this news, but what does this have to do with me?" Fu Bao's eyes were extremely innocent.
Sun Zhong glared at him, "These two cases happened around you, how could it have nothing to do with you! And now there is another missing case, could it be you who is behind it?"
Sun Zhong stared at Fu Bao.
"I'm not the one doing it." Fu Bao was helpless. It's the devil who was doing it, okay?
Who knew that you might encounter supernatural events while taking the subway?
Although Sun Zhong looked like he had seen a ghost when he saw Fu Bao, and was afraid that his position would be destroyed by Fu Bao, he still wanted to investigate since the case was reported, but the result of asking the station staff to investigate made him furious.
"There is no such subway! And according to what you said, the subway continues to go forward, but this is the terminal station. There are no other stops at all. How can it go into the cemetery!"
After listening to the station staff's report and hanging up the phone, Sun Zhong spat on Fu Bao's face.
Fu Bao stretched out his hand numbly, wiped off the saliva sprayed on his face, and then looked in the direction of the subway. In the dark tunnel, there seemed to be a pale expression of despair in poetry and painting, and the pain fell on the nerves of his brain like raindrops. Online, he nodded slowly and said in an extremely bitter tone: "Maybe we really drove into the cemetery..."
Sun Zhong shuddered and looked at him with guarded eyes.
"Don't let it be my turn to be unlucky." Sun Zhong murmured.
Fu Bao's information is also thick in the police station, and it has become a tacit taboo among the police that anyone who encounters him will be unlucky.
I'm really innocent...Fu Bao sighed, then grabbed Sun Zhong's hand and said in a nervous tone: "We must get the poems and paintings back."
"Hey, don't do anything!" Sun Zhong shook him off and left in a hurry. Before leaving, he warned him, "It is a crime to lie about a case. Don't make fun of me again!"
Fu Bao looked at the police officers walking away, as if there were countless bees buzzing in his mind, and fatigue and fear were beating in every nerve ending.
By the time he got home, it was already early in the morning. He quickly took a shower, fell into bed and fell asleep not long after, but his dreams were all about poems and paintings being taken away by the subway...
In the morning, Fu Bao got up from bed and continued his winter vacation working life. No matter what situation he encountered, life had to go on.
But in the afternoon, when he went to the "Elite Training", Fu Bao always felt very uneasy. Although he had told the police about the poems and paintings, and asked the policeman named Sun Zhong to investigate her disappearance, he still felt bad. It seems that worse things are yet to come.
While thinking, Fu Bao walked into the cram school building. Because he was too focused on his thoughts, he didn't hear someone calling him from behind. It wasn't until the person patted his shoulder with his hand that he came back to his senses, but when he turned around Head, but saw incredible people.
⋯⋯Poetry and painting? !
Fu Bao was happy at first, but then his scalp became numb, and fear quickly spread in his body.
"Good afternoon, senior." Shi Hua smiled happily.
Fu Bao stared at her, feeling that his brain was a little overheated and had a tendency to crash. He slowly calmed down the various thoughts running wildly in his mind, and finally sorted out a question, "Shihua, are you... okay?"
"Of course it's okay, what could happen?" Shi Hua asked, with a confused look on his face.
"But you were taken away by the subway last night..." Fu Bao still felt uneasy, super uneasy.
"Oh, there were too many people on that platform, so I was squeezed into the bus and passed the station. It was really unlucky. But... the senior was so worried about me. I was really touched." She smiled.
⋯⋯Just sat and stopped?
Fu Bao rubbed his temples. Could it be that the group of things he saw last night were actually harmless?
But what about the subway and the route that passes through the terminal that shouldn’t exist?
It seemed like something was wrong, but I couldn't figure it out for the moment... No matter what, as long as the poems and paintings are fine!
Although this is the case, I always feel vaguely uneasy in my heart.
"Yeah, it's time, go to class quickly." Shihua looked at his watch and immediately took Fu Bao's hand.
"Ah!" he cried.
"What's wrong?" Shihua looked at him strangely.
"I...I'm fine." Fu Bao felt that the black doll in his pocket suddenly heated up, as hot as red hot coals. However, this strange situation passed quickly, so Fu Bao didn't think much about it.
Poetry and painting were taught in class C, and Fu Bao was a teaching assistant in class B, so it was normal that he had not noticed poetry and painting before. However, until poetry and painting entered the class, Fu Bao did not see her saying hello to any classmates, which seemed quite strange. Airi's appearance.
Now that the poems and paintings were safe, Fu Bao's heart that had been hanging in his throat could finally rest peacefully. Since he didn't sleep well last night and worked two jobs today, it didn't take long for him to start to feel sleepy. In the evening, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. Everyone went to the lounge to sleep during dinner time.
Lying on the lounge chair, Fu Bao fell asleep quickly. I don’t know how long it took, but I was suddenly woken up by a strange sound.
"Kick-kick-kick-kick-kick..." The sound was like a mouse gnawing on wood. It made him very uncomfortable. He frowned, rubbed his eyes and sat up.
"What's so noisy?" Fu Bao was in the far corner of the lounge. There was another cubicle not far away, and the sound seemed to be coming from there.
He stood up and walked over there, but the strange noise continued.
Is it a mouse?
Fu Bao approached quietly, picked up a mop with his left hand, and stuck his head out to see if it was a mouse. If it was, he would do justice to God.
I saw a dark figure in the corner of the cubicle?
She was facing away from him, holding her hands in front of her chest, and her long hair was trembling, as if she was eating something.
Is it a girl?
What are you eating?
But...this scene is really weird.
Fu Bao opened his mouth and greeted softly, "Hey...what are you doing?"
Because of his voice, the figure suddenly paused as if struck by lightning.
Fu Bao was about to say something more when he saw a sight that almost froze the blood all over his body. The head covered with long hair turned straight and turned 180 degrees - a normal person would definitely turn his head when he turned like this. Cut it off!
And this one was not only fine, but also showed a face covered in blood and a pair of empty eyes.
"Ahhhh-" Fu Bao was startled, took a few steps back, and knocked over a clothes hanger. As a result, he buried himself in the closet, and the mop he was holding also hit him, making a mess.
He began to struggle violently and finally freed himself, but the strange "figure" with long hair and blood on his face had disappeared.
The corner was empty except for a dead chicken that had been chewed to pieces?
Fu Bao's heart was still beating like a pile driver. The scene he just saw was so shocking that he almost accidentally broke into the filming set of a horror movie. And this... what's going on with this chicken?
