Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"I don't know either." Zhang Jianhui shook his head.

Seeing the disappointment on Fu Minghui's face, he couldn't help but comforted him, "My lord went out to the border in person, probably to investigate the relevant situation. Only by finding the cause can we find the solution. You should have seen it, right? The child appeared in the same era." Now."

"It seems like the 1970s?" It was the time of her parents' generation.

Zhang Jianhui nodded, "There are also some details that can determine the approximate geographical location, even the specific time, specific location, and some customs. Those faces with outstanding characteristics can be searched in the relevant database."

Probably feeling that he had revealed too much, Zhang Jianhui stopped at this point.

But Fu Minghui can roughly understand.

Those who appear in the boundary, using popular understanding, are either evil spirits or innocent souls.

They linger, either because they have a conspiracy or something they can't let go of.

Among them, if it is a violent death, the resentment will be heavier and the probability of occurrence is the highest.

This often involves criminal cases in reality. If Luo Zhao and others have official backgrounds, it is inevitable to investigate Shen Nian's old cases or missing persons.

Having details of age and location, and even a depiction of a human face, would greatly narrow the scope of the investigation.

"Can he remember so much?" Fu Minghui was a little worried.

"Don't worry about that." Zhang Jianhui looked a little proud, "My lord is the most powerful in terms of intelligence, force, and concentration."

Well, at least Luo Zhao is loved and trusted by his subordinates.

Fu Minghui said to himself, and carefully considered which place would give him the greatest sense of security.

If Luo Zhao is willing to teach her the method, maybe she can also build a shelter hole.

In the past, her parents' side was the place where she felt safest.

But, it’s gone.

Afterwards, home was where she felt safe.

Since the day of Ray Ramadan, it has not been pure either.

Now she can't think of any place...

"Why don't you take a break?" Zhang Jianhui said to her. "Although there is no feeling of time passing in the border, one minute here might be several days outside. Several days here might be just one minute outside. A few minutes. But you can still regain your strength in the safe house."

After a pause, he said, "Also, you can take off your helmet..."

Fu Minghui forgot about this and was a little embarrassed when he heard this. He didn't know if it was funny to chat with people like this.

After taking off her helmet, she smiled awkwardly and simply closed her eyes to rest, while she thought about the whole incident in her mind.

He was originally going to fulfill the little firefighter's last wish, but after he and Luo Zhao got on the plane, they were forcibly dragged into the border.

Luo Zhao said that the medium, or the introduction, is the piece of candy.

This may have been the child's favorite food during his lifetime, or it may be related to his death.

But the same sugar was found on her body, the body that stayed in the real world.

But the moment it was found, it turned into ashes.

It is said that the ingredients of the so-called "sugar" itself are paper and cinnabar.

Due to her own constitution and family genes, she rarely eats sugar.

Therefore, it is certain, certain and certain that there is no falsehood on her body.

So the question is, how did that piece of candy end up in the pocket of her jeans?

The clothes are washed at home and dried on the balcony. With the security system of her house, no one except Spider-Man can break in, stuff candy in her clothes and leave safely.

Is it a ghost?

Although the incident with the old lady on the seventeenth floor showed that the array her father set up on her porch was quite effective and ordinary ghosts couldn't get in.

But what about the special ones? What about the powerful ones? After all, on the night of the first day of June, she was almost tempted to commit suicide. Even in a nightmare, she never found the reason or where the original culprit was.

If these possibilities are eliminated, the only thing left is that someone stuffed something on the way to the airport without realizing it.

After all, she is wearing loose jeans...

"Can you contact Luo...er, your master?" Fu Minghui suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

Zhang Jianhui was also resting with his eyes closed, leaning back and raising his legs on the table. The chair was only supported by two legs, and it was swaying leisurely. When I suddenly heard Fu Minghui speaking, I almost lost my balance.

"Huh?" He didn't hear clearly for a moment.

"That's right..." Fu Minghui gestured, "I saw him holding a small black box and pressing it, and then you came, so you can communicate internally and externally, right?"

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jianhui sat down.

"I remembered some details that might help him investigate. So..."

Zhang Jianhui shook his head, "There is a communicator, but it can only be used for simple communication. If it's too complicated, it's not a mobile phone..."

"What should I do?"

"I'll try to report him." Zhang Jianhui stood up, "If it's convenient, he should be here soon."

Fu Minghui saw that Zhang Jianhui also took the same black box and pressed it several times in a special rhythm.

She was lucky, Luo Zhao came soon.

However, he cannot directly enter the shelter hole, but knocks on the door outside.

"It's a safe house. Only with my permission can others enter." Zhang Jianhui smiled and opened the door. "Even the lord is the same."

Fu Minghui almost stopped him and wanted to ask: What if it's not Luo Zhao who opens the door?

Fortunately, it is.

"What's going on?" he asked as soon as he came up.

It looked a bit dusty, as if he was busy.

It is said that since Fu Minghui met him, he has always been very busy except when he was at school.

I often don't get enough sleep, and my eyes are a little blue and black.

"I thought about how that candy got to me." Fu Minghui said without any nonsense, "I remember when I was passing through the first security check at the airport, a man in his fifties or sixties accidentally bumped into me. , there was relatively close physical contact at that time. There is surveillance over there, so we can see if he put the candy in my pocket."

At that time, she thought the man was about to fall, so she kindly stepped forward to give him a hand, but she was almost hugged and staggered, hitting the railing next to her.

"Have you seen his appearance?" Luo Zhao frowned, "There is a scar on his lip? Sloping from the chin to the top?"

Fu Minghui tried to think back and shook his head, "It seems not."

Then he asked, "Who is this man? What did you find out?"

Luo Zhao didn't speak, but his brows furrowed even more tightly.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he asked Fu Minghui, "Do you have any clues? If not, I'll go back and check. I should have the answer soon."

Fu Minghui shook his head.

He didn't even say hello and just left.

Fu Minghui was puzzled and anxious at the same time, but he had no choice but to wait.

She didn't know that Luo Zhao had actually considered the origin of the candy and guessed that the problem would not be at her home, so he asked someone to check all the street and airport surveillance after she left.

At the same time, he modeled the face in his memory and compared it with the database.

You can't go shopping in a certain store, it's poisonous.

I want to buy everything I see...