The furnishings in the house are simple, but the furniture looks to be high-end goods. From the living room, you can see the steam steaming from the open kitchen at the back, and the fragrance is wafting out. It is a very warm scene, at least to Yang Jian's eyes.
"Mrs. Li, are you cooking dinner? You go ahead and do your work first. Just tell us where Li Tongxiang's room is." Noting Li's mother's bewildered look, Yang Jian said politely.
"Ah, it's the first room on the right." Mother Li led the three of them to the aisle on the left side of the living room and pointed to the door with basketball star posters hanging on it.
"I understand, please do your work. Let's take a look and then leave." Yang Jian waited for Mother Li to leave and then walked towards the aisle.
"Wait." Fu Bao suddenly stopped him. Um? Yang Jian stopped, looked back at him, and raised his eyebrows. What's wrong? "The evil energy on your body will scare the... things inside." Fu Bao stepped forward and whispered in his ear.
"Is there something?" Yang Jian immediately tensed up. Ah Wu had told him that because he was born with righteousness, had killed criminals, and had evil aura about him, some good brothers would be afraid of him and would not dare to appear in front of him.
"It seems there is, not sure." Fu Bao passed him and walked towards Li Tongxiang's room.
The door was ajar, and the black smoke in the room could be vaguely seen through the crack of the door, which was Yin Qi. This meant that Li Tongxiang had indeed provoked something. Since Fang Jingwen died in front of his own eyes, Fu Bao was not sure about the person who might have killed him. Several students were wary of their "things" and were extra cautious this time.
Yang Jian and He Xiaohe in the back watched Fu Bao gently open the door. Yang Jian asked He Xiaohe in a low voice: "Did you see anything?" Seeing Ah Wu's cautious look, he also became nervous.
Even though he couldn't see it, he could still feel an inexplicable chill. The Li family's house clearly had air conditioning, but standing in front of Li Tongxiang's room made him feel chilly.
"Bad stuff." He Xiaohe responded in a low voice.
She didn't dare to speak too clearly, lest the crow's mouth would be effective again.
"How bad is it?" Yang Jian asked curiously.
"It's very bad..." He Xiaohe shuddered, because at this time Fu Bao had completely pushed the door open, and in her eyes, a large mass of something like smoke from a fire "bang" poured out.
"Go to hell -" an extremely sharp howl, like a sharp knife stabbing into his mind, caused He Xiaohe to cry out "Ah" in pain.
Fu Bao, who had already entered the room, was almost weakened by the shrill roar, and his body swayed, but he managed to stabilize himself. There was darkness in front of his eyes, and suddenly, a white figure appeared in front of him, with a pair of shining green eyes staring at him.
"Scared!" Fu Bao was startled and instinctively took a step back.
Where did this ghost come from and he didn't sense it?
"...You'll die if you meddle in your own business!"
The white shadow was approaching quickly, and its strange white face was close to Fu Bao.
The thick smell of corruption entered Fu Bao's nose. He frowned in discomfort and tried hard to see the other party clearly. Unfortunately, he was too close. He could only see a pale white color and feel the biting cold.
Listening to the voice, he couldn't accurately tell whether the person was a man or a woman, but judging from the strange figure that appeared in the photo, he should be a woman.
"You..." He was about to say something before he uttered a word. Suddenly, there was a freezing cold temperature on his neck, which made his breath suffocate.
Fu Bao breathed hard, and his brain kept sending commands to move faster, but it was so cold that his limbs began to lose feeling, his heartbeat almost stopped, and his vision became blurry.
"...If you are looking for death, I will help you!" A vicious murmur penetrated into his ears, occupying all his thoughts. The cold force on his neck gradually increased, as if to hasten his death.
Fu Bao's eyes widened. His originally fair and beautiful face became even paler due to the low temperature. His strength continued to drain from his body. If he hadn't been caught by the ghost, he would have fallen to the ground in an instant.
"Yang Jian... something is wrong! Go in quickly -" The room was dark, but He Xiaohe, who had Yin and Yang eyes, still vaguely saw a strange white shadow appearing in front of Fu Bao, but Fu Bao did not move. This was too strange.
As a criminal police officer, Yang Jian's sixth sense also made him feel an unusual atmosphere. He yelled without thinking, "Who is in there?!"
He instantly kicked open the door panel, raised his gun, and aimed everywhere. Fu Bao, who was almost unconscious, saw the evil red light flashing from his limited sight. The white figure who was holding him tightly seemed to be frightened. He hurriedly let go and retreated into the darkness with a "whoosh".
"Cough cough cough..." Finally breathing air, Fu Bao gasped for air, but there were still stars in front of his eyes. He staggered back a few steps and almost fell down. Fortunately, He Xiaohe held him up.
Yang Jian looked at it for a long time, but all he saw was the curtains fluttering in random directions, and the room was in a mess like a typhoon passing through.
"Boss? Fu Bao? Are you okay?" He Xiaohe couldn't help but worry when he saw Fu Bao in such a mess for the first time. Even when they first met, they were trapped together in the hospital that turned into a ghost space. He was also very majestic when being chased by ghosts. The heroic image of him beating the ghosts away with a fire ax was still deeply ingrained in her mind.
"...It's okay." Fu Bao's voice was a little hoarse. He turned his head and felt a little pain in his neck.
This action caused Yang Jian and He Xiaohe to put their eyes on his neck, showing surprised and nervous expressions.
"What's wrong?" Fu Bao gently touched the place where he was pinched just now. It was cold and stinging.
"Look." He Xiaohe took out a pocket mirror from his bag and handed it to him.
Fu Bao took the mirror and took a look. There were two blue-purple... handprints on his neck. The edges were faintly black, and the marks on his fair skin looked extremely scary.
He trembled, but still said calmly: "She wanted to strangle me to death."
"You can't even resist Ah Wu?" Yang Jian was surprised. Is this ghost really that difficult to deal with?
"...Victory and defeat are common matters in military affairs." Fu Bao handed the mirror back to He Xiaohe.
This fierce ghost had deep resentment and was much more powerful than he imagined. He was caught off guard and almost had an accident. Fortunately, Yang Jian was here this time.
"Ah Wu, you can actually joke. Could it be that a ghost pinched your head?" Yang Jian took two exaggerated steps back.
"Hey, can you be more serious? This ghost is very vicious!" He Xiaohe couldn't stand their leisurely teasing.
"She should have left. I can't feel her breath." Fu Bao looked around and closed his eyes to feel it.
"It's better to be careful." Yang Jian put away his smile.
"So, now we are 100% sure that Li Tongxiang also provoked that thing. Our most urgent thing now is to find out why the ghost came to them... Huh? That's..."
He suddenly pointed to the desk. Fu Bao and He Xiaohe looked over at the same time. Yang Jian had already walked quickly to the desk, put on his gloves and picked up a letter.
"Curse letter?" The three of them said in unison. Fu Bao immediately walked over to see the content of the letter. Yang Jian handed him a pair of gloves first, "Put on gloves to avoid leaving fingerprints."
If this letter is really a curse, then there is a chance to detect fingerprints from the envelope and letter paper. Of course, the prerequisite is that the letter was written by someone.
Fu Bao put on his gloves, took the letter, pulled out the letter paper and unfolded it. The content of the letter was exactly the same as Fang Jingwen's letter. It was as if it was written in blood. The scarlet handwriting paired with the semantic meaning was chilling.
I know what you did last summer and this letter is a curse on you.
Within three days of receiving the letter, you must forward this letter to ten people. If you don't do this, you will... die miserably! ! !
Powerful resentment suddenly burst out from the letter, and a black mist instantly enveloped Fu Bao. The black mist was filled with countless roars and screams, making him tremble like an electric shock, and he involuntarily let go of his hand.
The thin letter paper was rolled up by the cold wind, fluttering higher and higher, and flew out of the window. No matter how fast Yang Jian reacted, he couldn't catch it.
"Damn it!" Yang Jian stuck his head out of the window, watching the letter gradually drifting out of sight, and slapped the window sill angrily.
"Hey, boss, are you okay?" He Xiaohe naturally saw the black mist, and hurriedly leaned to Fu Bao, shaking him gently, but as soon as her hand touched his body, she shivered in surprise. He shot back, "Good ice!"
