Welcome to the world of strange dreams

Fu Minghui was startled and rubbed his eyes hard.

Only then did he see clearly that it was either a piglet or his young self, treated like a prey cub.

Further next to them, two people were standing, watching nervously.

In fact, they were not two people, but two human-shaped halos. But without having to identify them, Fu Minghui knew that they were her father and mother.

They existed in Taoist Master Fu Bo's memory more than twenty years ago.

This scene was so sudden that Fu Minghui felt sad and tears fell down.

Subconsciously, I wanted to throw myself into those warm arms, but I felt my body tighten and Luo Zhao hugged my waist from behind.

"Calm down." His voice was right beside my ear. "It's not real. It's some memory space."

Fu Minghui was shocked.

Although she was clearly in the border, not a physical entity, she could even feel the hot breath from Luo Zhao's breath. It made her body numb and she was indeed a little more awake.

"Why are the actions repeating?" After watching for a while, Fu Minghui was puzzled.

It felt like the scene in front of me was like there was something wrong with the video, constantly rewinding and advancing, then rewinding again and advancing again, stuck in that three or four seconds of time.

"Li Yu, watch my moves carefully." Luo Zhao pulled Fu Minghui two steps to the side and gave space to Li Yu.

Li Yu said nothing, but walked closer, waving his hands in the air, as if he was constantly repeating and imitating Taoist Fu Bo's "surgical" movements.

Actually it is a gesture, a hand seal.

If you look closely, you can see a talisman on the little girl's face, as if she were a zombie.

After imitating for more than ten times, Li Yu completely matched the rhythm in the scene, so he heaved a long sigh and said, "Okay, I got it now."

As soon as these words were spoken, it was as if an invisible hand had pressed the erase button, and the surrounding scene suddenly passed by quickly.

There was no veterinary station, no corridors or operating rooms, no operating tables or piglets or childhood Fu Minghui, nor was there a white ball of light representing her parents.

Only Taoist Master Fu Bo was left, standing there with his head down, not saying a word.

A beam of white light shot down from above my head.

It was as if this was a dark stage and the stage lights were enveloping him.

"Master, Master Fu Bo."

"Doctor Fu!"

"Hello."

Fu Minghui called out in three different ways, but the other party did not respond.

Luo Zhao put his arm around her shoulders and led her back, saying softly, "Let's go, he has nothing else to tell you."

Fu Minghui turned around obediently, but suddenly realized something, broke free from Luo Zhao's arms, and suddenly ran towards Taoist Fu Bo.

A thud.

She seemed to have hit an invisible wall, almost causing her nose to bleed.

But at this time, he was still one step away from Taoist Master Fu Bo.

"Tell me, who hurt you?"

"I'll help you find him! Make him pay!"

"Tell me, why is all this happening?"

"You are no longer alive, right? Where is your body? At least you should bury it in peace, right?"

"If you have any unfulfilled wishes, I will help you fulfill them!"

The excitement at the moment made Fu Minghui punch the transparent barrier hard a few times.

As she got closer, she suddenly saw a knife stuck in Taoist Fu Bo's back, right at the back of his heart. The knife was almost completely inserted, with only a small part of the handle left outside.

She didn't know much about medicine, but she immediately knew that it was a knife that pierced the heart and the person lost his life instantly.

Does this mean that Taoist Fu Bo doesn’t know who killed him?

But that's not right.

There is no perfect crime in this world, and there will definitely be traces left behind.

Where is the scene? Where is the body?

Especially in this day and age, it is difficult to escape detection if one commits a direct crime, unless it is a group crime committed by highly intelligent people.

Even so, even the slightest clue will leave some traces!

In fact, when Fu Minghui rushed out, Luo Zhao was just distracted and didn't catch her. He could have pulled her back, but he didn't do it.

He could feel the fire and excitement in Fu Minghui's heart.

The key to unlocking her own secret is right in front of her. How could she remain indifferent and give up?

Therefore, when Li Yu wanted to step forward to stop him, he was also pulled back.

He only paid attention to his surroundings and found that although the details of various scenes melted like ice and snow encountering the scorching sun and disappeared quickly, the three of them did not leave this independent space formed by memories and resentments, or energy and thoughts.

There is no foreign object invading, and the place is safer than anywhere else.

Looking over there, Taoist Master Fu Bo seemed to be startled and slowly raised his head.

There was no expression on his face. Only his two thick eyebrows were slightly raised on his dark, square face.

Such an ordinary appearance would be indistinguishable from the crowd, but the helplessness, regret, and relief in his eyes at this moment made him look lively.

He looked at Fu Minghui carefully.

Fu Minghui just felt a buzzing in his head. He couldn't help but feel anxious and heartbroken. He kept shaking his head, "Speak louder, louder. I can't hear you. I can't hear anything."

Taoist Master Fu Bo seemed to stare at Fu Minghui more intently, and the buzzing sound in Fu Minghui's head was indeed louder, but he could not make out a single word.

She listened so intently that she even felt a sharp pain in her brain, as if a red-hot iron was poking directly into it. The pain was so severe that she hugged her head, squatted down, and curled up into a small ball on the ground in agony.

"Relax! You can't do this!" Luo Zhao hurried over, pulled her up from the ground, and put one hand on her head.

Fu Minghui only felt some warmth appearing, slowly and quickly seeping into her head, making her feel better instantly.

"There's something wrong with her ability." Luo Zhao suddenly said to Taoist Fu Bo, "I don't know if you can feel me or hear my words, but she can't accept her inner voice."

Any interface has its own rules, whether they are physical rules or not, they exist anyway.

For example, in the case of Taoist Master Fu Bo at this moment, and in many cases they had handled in the past, the other party could only present the scene and give a few words, but could never give a direct oral explanation, so they had to crack everything by themselves.

Only after they solve the case, or under certain special circumstances, can the people who are trapped here provide some clues and tell the truth, which is like lifting the seal of the rules.

If we can communicate directly, what is there to worry about?

Wouldn't it be possible to solve the problem by simply finding the person responsible and asking him questions clearly?

From a scientific perspective: it is actually the loss caused by energy conversion. Even they themselves have incomplete memories of many facts about their lives.

At this time, it was obvious that Taoist Fu Bo was unable to express himself in normal human language.

Unfortunately, Fu Minghui's psychic hearing ability has diminished to the point of disappearance. Although she still doesn't know what caused this, she can never hear the voices of spirits.

Luo Zhao's words made Fu Bo stunned, and he obviously understood something.

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