"Yes," He Xiaohe frowned, "but we want to help him. Why did he send us a curse letter? Does he want to take the opportunity to kill us?"
"There is a possibility that he is afraid that we will find out something, so he will pass the curse on to us. Not only can he escape death, but he can also solve our serious problems." Fu Bao's thoughts turned quickly, "He was also the one last year. A member of what Xia Tian did, now I’m pretty sure.”
Yang Jian also started to think about it. Now he had to find out if anyone else had also received the curse letter. To know the truth, he could only dig it out from the mouths of those who knew about it.
Both men were thinking about the key to solving the case, but He Xiaohe thought of another point.
"Some people died because they didn't forward the curse letter, and some people died after forwarding the curse letter. Could it be that... you will die if you receive the curse letter?" Her voice became very tight.
Both Fu Bao and Yang Jian were silent. They had no clue how to lift the curse. The only thing they could do was to quickly find out the reason why the female ghost killed people. Maybe solving this mystery would solve the death crisis. However, time has passed. The countdown begins and they only have two days left.
"No matter what, you must be careful next time." Fu Bao said to his friend solemnly.
"I have a lot of evil energy, which ghost dares to mess with me?" Yang Jian smiled nonchalantly.
"Better be careful. The ghosts this time are more troublesome than before." He no longer dared to take it lightly.
Last time, Yang Jian and Yang Jian investigated a supernatural case in a weight loss medical and aesthetic institution. Although they suffered a lot of injuries, at least they did not receive a curse letter that was equivalent to being marked by the god of death like this time. The difference between active and passive is very big.
Yang Jian announced the withdrawal of the team and said he would send Fu Bao and He Xiaohe home. They had been struggling all afternoon. He Xiaohe thought that she would have a day off tomorrow. Fu Bao shrugged and said he didn't care.
He Xiaohe stared at the darkening sky, and finally said to Fu Bao, "I'm not going home. I'll go back to the office with you."
Yang Jian happened to hear this, and he laughed and teased: "What's going on? Do you want to confess?"
"I'm suing you, Uncle Xianshi!" He Xiaohe used his verbal attack skills.
Yang Jian, who was called "Uncle" when he was less than thirty years old, hid his face and ran away.
The corner of Fu Bao's mouth twitched. The two of them really loved to quarrel.
"I'm...scared." He Xiaohe suddenly murmured, looking at Fu Bao's beautiful eyes and his handsome face faintly glowing in the night, "I'm really scared, will I be like those students?" , died inexplicably?"
Fu Bao breathed out, looked at her, and said seriously: "I won't let anything happen to you, absolutely not."
Xiao He and Yang Jian are his only friends, and he will not put them in danger.
He Xiaohe nodded vigorously, suddenly stepped forward to hug Fu Bao, and then quickly stepped away. In the dark, his ears were suspiciously red, "I believe you."
It rained heavily and the smell of rain was everywhere.
As soon as she returned to the detective agency, He Xiaohe entered the bedroom, fell on the bed without even changing her clothes, and fell asleep in less than a minute. She was too tired, and she had been investigating and seeing ghosts in the past few days. Both mentally and physically overloaded.
However, the rain was really heavy, and the sound of "plop-plop-plop" made her sleep uneasy.
"Tick-tick-tick...tick-tock..." In a daze, she felt something cold and wet on her face. Finally, she opened her eyes impatiently. It took her a while to see clearly that there was something on the ceiling. There were large water stains, and water was leaking.
She turned to look out the window. It was pitch black and the rain was super loud, like a typhoon.
He Xiaohe stared blankly at the rain outside the window for a while, then murmured, "Why did it suddenly rain so hard? The house was leaking!"
Another drop of water fell on her face, and she lazily got up, planning to sleep somewhere else and tell Fu Bao about the situation here.
However, just as she jumped out of bed, she discovered that there were puddles of water marks on the ground, which looked like...footprints?
"How do I remember where I saw this..."
The water footprints on the floor gave her a particularly familiar feeling. This familiarity made her feel creepy, but also made her feel strongly curious.
He Xiaohe raised her foot and placed it next to the water footprint to compare. It was a little smaller than her foot. It was probably left by a little boy or a girl.
The footprints walked outside, and she followed the water footprints step by step.
The sound of rain was so loud that it made her feel like she was at the beach or lake.
The footprints disappeared when they reached the bathroom, but the door was closed. He Xiaohe thought for a while and knocked on the door, "Knock, knock..."
No one responded inside. She stretched out her hand and was about to turn the doorknob, but the door opened with a creak.
"There seems to be something weird?" He Xiaohe stood at the door in a daze, but before she could think clearly, she had already stepped in and looked around. She instinctively walked to the bathtub and pulled it open. Shower curtain - a tub full of water, the water is dark green...
No, the water is not green, but the tub is filled with grass.
"Why is there grass..." He Xiaohe felt very confused. At the same time, because she could not control her reaction, a cold fear climbed up her back like a snake.
This, is this a dream?
He Xiaohe suddenly realized. And just after this idea came to her mind, a white face suddenly appeared in the grass-covered bathtub.
How terrifying... She screamed loudly in her heart, but her body involuntarily leaned down toward the bathtub, as if to identify the face.
do not look! Don't get so close, bad things will happen!
She kept screaming in her heart, but she couldn't even say a word, couldn't even move a little finger.
Getting closer and closer, so close that she could almost see the pores on the face. The face was horribly white, so white that it turned blue, like a...dead person? !
Thinking of this, the eyes on the pale face suddenly opened and showed her a terrifying smile. Her mouth was full of grass. As she opened her mouth, ferocious growth sprouted out and attacked her overwhelmingly——
"Ahhhhh!" He Xiaohe finally screamed and jumped up suddenly, but found that her body seemed to be held down and she couldn't move, so she became even more frightened, "No, no, no, no!"
"Wake up, you are having a nightmare!" Fu Bao's cold voice reached He Xiaohe's ears.
She opened her eyes and saw Fu Bao's breathtakingly beautiful face. Although she was still scared, she quickly calmed down.
"It's just a nightmare." Fu Bao reassured her again, "It's okay."
He heard her shouting from next door and rushed in to take a look. Fortunately, he was just dreaming.
"Well..." He Xiaohe really wanted to cry. The dream just now scared her to death.
"Are you okay now?" Fu Bao asked again.
"...It's a little better." She said pitifully, trying to gain sympathy. Fu Bao, a poker face, actually comforted her so gently, which made her both surprised and vain. Such a prince-like handsome boy cared so much for her. It greatly increased her vanity.
"In that case, let's go cook. I'm hungry." The next second, Fu Bao broke her fantasy.
"Huh?" Being treated like this by Fu Bao, she was so angry that she forgot what she had just dreamed about.
"Hey, I'm not the chef you hired. You should treat beauties with respect!" She thought this guy had become gentle just now, but it turned out he was still so hateful.
However, after complaining for a while, He Xiaohe still accepted her fate and went to cook. After all, it was an important responsibility to take care of her boss, a lazy man, from starving to death, and she was also hungry.
When He Xiaohe left the room, Fu Bao, who was sitting on the bed, showed a thoughtful expression. Since becoming his assistant, Xiaohe's psychic sense seemed to have increased. Whether she felt it or not, she was so sensitive. Nightmares always make him a little uneasy...
At this moment, He Xiaohe's scream suddenly came from the kitchen.
"What's wrong?" Fu Bao hurried to the kitchen and saw her staring at the sink in a daze. The water had already filled the entire sink and was about to overflow.
"Xiao He? What's wrong with you?" Fu Bao quickly turned off the faucet. She had been so absent-minded before because she drank the beautiful holy water provided by the weight loss agency, but what happened this time?
