"Gulu..." Fu Bao took another sip of water and tried to struggle, but Xiaowan's hands were like iron pliers, holding him tightly and preventing him from leaving.
Why? Why do you want me to accompany you?
You just want to kill me. This is not companionship. To you, I am just a sacrifice like the students you killed.
Fu Bao kept his mouth shut and retorted in his heart, but he knew Xiaowan could hear it.
"You and I are the same... I like you, don't leave..." His pale and cold hands hugged Fu Bao tightly, as if he had made up his mind to never let go in this life or the next life.
The surroundings were very quiet, there was no sound of water flowing, only the sound of Fu Bao's own heartbeat, thumping rapidly.
You and I are completely different. I am a human and you are a ghost... Fu Bao shook his head.
But at this moment, his consciousness suddenly blurred, and hallucinations suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. It seemed that he was not at the bottom of Deyang Lake, but in the boundless sea. This sea that often appeared in his dreams flashed before his eyes again. .
Forget the River... This is his memory of this sea, a strange memory, as if it has been imprinted in his mind since he was born. He once wanted to ask Shui Ma if he didn't drink all the Meng Po soup in his previous life, so he had this problem. Such confusing memories.
Isn’t the so-called River of Forgetfulness only seen after death?
So, is he going to die now?
No!
Fu Bao shook his head and tried to wake himself up. He had not yet fulfilled his promise to his friends. He did not want to die and could not die.
In an instant, the scene in front of him changed again. There were still surging waves, endless hair and water plants, and the pale face with blood-red eyes staring at him.
I don't belong here, you can't stop me!
Willpower seemed to bring miracles. After Fu Bao made up his mind, he suddenly felt full of strength. He grabbed Xiaowan's hand and pulled it open bit by bit.
open! I want to go back! My friends are waiting for me——
"No, no, you stay with me, I don't want to stay here alone..." Xiaowan hugged her tightly again.
Is it over yet? Do you think you are acting in an idol drama?
Fu Bao couldn't help but roll his eyes.
He tried hard to pull away the hair that was entangled with him one by one, but Xiaowan, who was crying with blood, still hugged him unyieldingly. At this moment, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. The Xiaowan in front of him looked more and more like a real person. Her embrace became warmer and warmer.
How can it be? !
Xiaowan is just a ghost. Even if she is powerful, she cannot become flesh and blood like a human being!
Huh? Fu Bao's mind suddenly passed through a tingling current. Could it be that the problem was with him?
Huge fear swept over him instantly. Why didn't he choke?
Could it be...could it be...that an incredible possibility struck his mind like thunder and lightning at this moment, making his scalp numb and limbs stiff with horror.
"Really? We are the same... wouldn't it be nice for you to accompany me..." Xiao Wan said quietly, with a gentle smile on her face, and she cast her gaze downwards, as if she wanted him to see something.
Fu Bao looked fearfully at the bottom of the water. The deeper water was pitch black, but he could see it clearly.
Over there, there is a corpse, floating among the water plants.
He subconsciously wanted to swim over, and just as he was thinking this, Xiaowan, who was holding him, released his strength, and he swam out quickly, and soon reached a deeper place.
This body... looks so familiar.
The handsome face that seemed to be seen in comics was very familiar, but at this time, his eyes were tightly closed and he was lying quietly at the bottom of the lake.
Isn't this...his own face?
Looking carefully, the clothes and body shape were exactly the same as his. Fu Bao panicked, that's me...then who am I?
Could it be that that is my body and I am already... a ghost?
died? I am dead?
Fu Bao looked at his hand that had become slightly transparent and had an extremely ridiculous feeling. How could he die?
How could he die so easily?
This is not his first death... Logically speaking, he should know...
Huh? Not your first death?
Fu Bao faced the thought that suddenly came to his mind.
What is not the first death? !
This thought was like a key, opening up his sleeping memory - countless pictures flashed before his eyes, the most important one was the sea, which often appeared in his dreams. Fu Bao looked at the man floating in the sea. , that was a dead man, and that face was definitely his, and besides, this place was not Wangchuan.
What he often dreamed about was not Wangchuan, but the strongest memory fragment before his death.
This sea really existed in a corner of the world, and he had been floating in it, and was finally rescued. The person he was rescued was a child who had just died—dead, yes. The little boy's boat was wrecked by a storm, and he drowned because he couldn't swim.
It's just that he doesn't remember what happened before he fell into the water, because it doesn't belong to him, Fu Bao, he is just a soul, living in a small body that just lost its life. It's just that the memory of the moment of the little boy's death was so obvious that it was embedded in his new mind.
After he was rescued, because he had no memory of his previous life except that he could speak and live a normal life, the volunteers helped him find his relatives and an adoptive family. Later, he was adopted by a family. The childless family adopted him and named him Fu Bao.
With a unique constitution, he grew up under the care of his adoptive parents until he was sixteen years old. His adoptive parents passed away and left a legacy to him, asking him to take good care of himself and live the life he wanted, so he graduated. Later, he engaged in his favorite job - detective.
"Is this compensation for a wasted death?" Fu Bao showed a helpless smile.
There are often people who die in vain in this world, and the underworld takes care of their souls. Generally speaking, they can be reborn into a good family in the next life. However, if there are some obsessions about the past life that cannot be let go, there will be special cases, such as like him.
But at this moment, he still couldn't remember why the underworld would let him live again in this way?
The so-called master in his memory told him that he could only live to be thirty years old. Presumably, this was what the higher-ups affiliated with the underworld told him before he was reborn, right?
As a detective, Fu Bao quickly deduced that the vague and half-true parts of his memory might be real, but what about Shui Ma?
Why did he have the impression of her that he was almost captured by her when he was a child, but with the intervention of an expert, she became the ghost godmother who protected him?
After understanding the truth, a series of questions came to mind.
But there is no doubt that he is originally a ghost, so isn't his special supernatural physique the attribute of a ghost?
He likes the dark night, and the darker he is, the stronger his power is. He is a perfect candidate to catch... because he is a ghost in the first place.
The ghost who returned to the human world is so attached to the human world, and because of his ghost characteristics, he hates contact with humans.
"Unexpectedly...I am actually a ghost." Fu Bao suddenly laughed. This was really ridiculous.
People trust the hell detective, even the elite police have to seek his help. Such a person... is not a human at all!
Fu Bao was a little disappointed, but he soon remembered that according to the expert, he was twenty-four years old and could live for another six years. However, due to an accident, his life span was shortened by three years, and he could still live for another six years. He lived for three years. Now, as long as he returns to his body, he can live for another three years.
He knew that he still missed this world, so he didn't hesitate to "pretend" to put himself back.
After death, as long as a person returns to his true form within a stick of incense, it is not considered death. He has already experienced such a thing, and there is no difficulty in doing it again.
Just then, a hand grabbed his foot.
Fu Bao turned around suddenly and met a pair of red eyes. Xiaowan looked at him pleadingly, "Don't leave, stay with me here..."
At this moment, Fu Bao suddenly realized that what he was facing was not the truth about his life experience, but the lingering resentment of Li Gui Xiaowan. As long as her resentment persists, she will continue to kill people. People in this city who receive curse letters will They will die one by one, and in the end the whole city may become an empty city, with only countless ghosts crying inside, never to be relieved.
