At 11 o'clock in the morning, unlike before, Fu Bao, who always dozed during the day, was attentively looking at the files of Class 1, Class 3, Deyang High School in the study.
"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, but Fu Bao didn't even raise his head or answer.
At this time, no one but He Xiaohe would knock on the door.
He Xiaohe yawned and opened the door, "I just wanted to say why I didn't see you sleeping at the desk. Sure enough, you are here."
In order to investigate the source of the curse letter as soon as possible, last night they sorted through the information that Yang Jian could obtain, picked out people and events that might be related to the deceased, and tried to find out the connection, but they had to do it in one night It was too difficult, and Fu Bao was not feeling well, so they ended it at midnight and she went home to rest.
Before leaving the office last night, Fu Bao specifically asked her to enter the office later, and she was happy and relaxed. However, in order to show that she was a good assistant, she first went to the market to buy ingredients and prepare to cook something that his big boss liked. Eat vegetables and make soup.
"Now, here are today's newspapers and letters." She piled a pile of things on the desk.
Fu Bao doesn't like to use electronic products, so daily newspapers and regularly mailed magazines are the channels through which he receives information from the outside world.
In addition, although Fu Bao's reputation as the "Hell Detective" is great, many people regard him as a spiritual medium. Therefore, occasionally people will send letters to the office, asking Fu Bao to help them contact their deceased relatives. There are even more whimsical things. He was asked to reveal his cards, reveal the winning numbers for the next lottery, etc., so within a few days the office would receive a bunch of letters.
"Why are there so many letters today... Huh?" Fu Bao saw a pile of letters piled on top of the newspaper and was frowning as he looked through them when he suddenly let out a sigh.
"What's wrong?" He Xiaohe turned around to leave and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch, but turned around immediately after hearing the sound.
"Where did this letter come from?" Fu Baoyang raised the letter in his hand.
"It's in the mailbox, what happened?" He Xiaohe was a little confused until she saw her name written on the letter, and then she happily took it, "Someone wrote to me? Haha, is there any difficult case that you want to do? Can you ask me for help? It shows that I am also a celebrity now."
Fu Bao frowned and said nothing. With a very strange expression, he flipped through the pile of letters and took out a time-limited letter with the same handwriting "Fu Bao received". After looking at the postmark and handwriting, it should be from the same person. Sent.
Just when she was feeling weird, He Xiaohe had already opened her letter.
"Wait a minute..." It was too late for Fu Bao to stop him.
He Xiaohe took out the letter with a smile, and after just one glance, his face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously let go of his hand, and the letter drifted down.
Fu Bao reacted very quickly and reached out to grab the letter. He was sure it was a curse letter after just one glance.
However, unlike the previous ones, the handwriting was crooked, as if it was written deliberately with the left hand.
But how could it be sent to both of them?
"What kind of plane are you doing? I didn't do anything, so why did I get a curse letter?" He Xiaohe complained pitifully with a sad face after calming down.
Fu Bao opened the letter with his name on it, and sure enough, it had the same content.
His expression was gloomy and he squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Boss, as long as you are here, I will be safe and sound, right?" Seeing that he didn't say a word, He Xiaohe started to tremble.
Hearing her say this, Fu Bao suddenly remembered Fang Jingwen who had asked him for help from the office.
He assured the other party that everything would be fine here, but the student still died.
He, who had always been indifferent, felt abnormal anger and an emotion called unwillingness for the first time!
Having learned a lesson once, he would not make a mistake again, so he said to He Xiaohe: "You can't die."
"I feel relieved when you say that." He Xiaohe stuck out his tongue and patted his chest as if he was relieved. "The moment I saw the letter, I thought I would die inexplicably like those students..."
Halfway through her words, she suddenly covered her mouth, her expression suddenly turned dark, and she was about to cry.
Fu Bao looked at her helplessly, this crow's mouth...
"Otherwise..." He Xiaohe put down his hand and said in an awkward tone, "Let's burn the letter and treat it as if it never existed. Maybe it won't be cursed."
"Burn it?" Fu Bao disagreed. "If the curse letter is true, it means the curse takes effect the moment it is received. Burning it will not prevent the curse from happening."
He Xiaohe wrinkled her cute round face, her expression was more bitter than bitter gourd.
"Who on earth sent us the curse letter? Is it 'that'? Just because we are investigating the curse letter?" Apart from this, she really couldn't think of any other reason.
Fu Bao looked at the handwriting on the letter repeatedly, "It's hard to tell whether it was sent by a ghost. Call Yang Jian and tell him that we also received a curse letter and ask him to come over today when he is free. He needs to take it for examination. Are there any fingerprints or anything like that?”
He Xiaohe nodded and ran out in a hurry without closing the door. But just as Fu Bao carefully checked the envelopes and letters, she rushed in again in panic.
"Something happened to Li Tongxiang!" she shouted loudly.
"Li Tongxiang?" Fu Bao stood up suddenly, "What's wrong with him?"
"The call was from Yang Jian. He said that Li Tongxiang's mother said that he had been locked in his room after returning home last night and did not get up to go to class in the morning. I originally thought that he was in a bad mood and did not want to go to school, but no one got up until noon. She didn't open the door even though she called him, worried that something had happened to him, so she quickly took the key to open the door, but to her surprise, the door still couldn't be opened! She was frightened, so she called Yang Jian directly for help."
He Xiaohe quickly recounted the situation that Yang Jian told her.
She had just arrived at the front office to make a call when the indoor phone suddenly rang, and she was startled.
"We'll go there immediately." Fu Bao rushed out of the study without thinking, "You call for a taxi."
He Xiaohe immediately obeyed, picked up her bag, and went directly to the gate of the community with Fu Bao to wait for the taxi to arrive. Once in the car, Fu Bao reported the address and asked the driver to arrive as quickly as possible.
After a thirty-minute drive, it only took them fifteen minutes to arrive. When rushing into the community, Fu Bao noticed that Yang Jian's car was not seen, and there was no police car. It seemed that the police had not arrived yet.
"Ding dong ding dong ding dong——" Arriving outside Li's house, Fu Bao rang the bell anxiously.
The door was opened quickly. Mother Li opened the door as soon as she saw them. Fu Bao and He Xiaohe gasped together when they saw the situation in the room.
The overwhelming black resentment filled the room, and its source was in the direction of Li Tongxiang's room. The corridor seemed to be a black hole at this time.
There was a faint scream in Li Tongxiang's room, but if you listened carefully, you couldn't hear anything. Throughout the room, every corner was clinging to black resentful spirits, just like a ghost cave.
"It's more difficult than expected..." Fu Bao murmured, his beautiful face showing an unprecedented solemnity, and then said to He Xiaohe: "Take her out for a while, there may be something wrong later."
"What's the situation? Is my son okay?" Mother Li asked anxiously.
Fu Bao was silent. With so much resentment, maybe Li Tongxiang had already... died.
"Don't worry, it's okay." He Xiaohe comforted Mother Li and pulled her towards the door. Before going out, she turned to Fu Bao worriedly and said, "Be careful."
Fu Bao nodded, and after they went out, he looked around the room, picked up a bat, and walked to Li Tongxiang's room.
"Don't mind your own business!"
"Hehehe...someone is here to die..."
"It's too late, he's dead..." Seeing Fu Bao going to Li Tongxiang's room, the resentful spirits in the room kept screaming, and some even rushed towards Fu Bao, only to be beaten out by him with a stick. It screamed and flew out through the glass, making other resentful souls dare not move rashly after seeing it.
Unfortunately, with so many resentful souls gathered, the only possibility is that there are ghosts harming people, and the blood and resentment hide them all.
Li Tongxiang's room was right in front of him, and the resentment lingering on the door made Fu Bao feel dizzy. He took a deep breath and reached out to turn the doorknob, but as Mother Li said, the door was locked.
It can't be opened with a key, maybe because of the yin energy, but he can contact another world, so forcibly destroying it should be feasible.
Fu Bao took a step back, and then rushed towards the door with all his strength, but at this moment, the door suddenly opened——
"Ah!" He just fell in.
However, fortunately, he was in a dark place, and his body and thoughts were extremely responsive. He made an incredible flip and stood firmly on the ground.
However, the moment he landed, he suddenly felt slippery under his feet, as if he had stepped on ice.
His whole body instantly slid forward, and then he hit something cold and hard with a bang, and the door behind him slammed shut again.
