Ling Fan and Mo Qiu both expressed great curiosity about the curse of the vocal club mentioned by Charmaine Xue. They did not expect that the supernatural murder case would involve another curse, which made Ling Fan feel that this Xingcheng Girls' High School might not be what it seems.
It looks so dazzling, but what is surging under the calm and beautiful sea is a shocking undercurrent.
"Can you tell us what the curse you are talking about is? Maybe if we study together, we can find out the key to the problem, and we can also unravel the reason why Huang Juan committed suicide by jumping off the building." Ling Fan asked softly, he didn't want to go too far.
Pursuing questions fiercely will make Charmaine Xue more emotionally excited, and in serious cases, it will push her rationality away. In that case, the accuracy of the information obtained will be greatly compromised.
Charmaine Xue smiled bitterly at Ling Fan, her excited mood calmed down, and said: "Actually, I'm not very clear about this curse. This curse has been spread in the vocal club for a long time. We all thought it was the vocal club at the time.
There are rumors that were created for the purpose of recruiting people. It is said that there were once seven girls in the vocal club, seven girls who were very talented in music. They liked singing very much. They would gather in the vocal room to sing on time at night, but just one month later,
On a starless dark night, they once again gathered to sing in the vocal club, but suddenly a raging fire broke out in the vocal club, and soon the fire engulfed the entire vocal club. None of the seven girls could escape from the fire.
At the last moment of their lives, they still sang beautiful songs until the fire burned them out..."
Mo Qiu was so frightened by this legend that he broke into a cold sweat. He still had a look of disbelief on his face and said: "This must be a hype. How could someone be burned to death in the vocal room, and seven of them together?"
,Can’t they escape from the door?”
Ling Fan also looked at Charmaine Xu, and he also thought about this problem. If they were together, it would be impossible for them to be unable to escape from the door in the event of a fire.
Charmaine Xu shook her head and said: "I'm not too sure about this, but I heard from them that the door of the vocal room was not locked at all at that time, but was open. I think it may be that the fire was too strong at that time and trapped them.
Maybe even in the fire."
"Then what? There seems to be no curse mentioned?" Ling Fan said.
Charmaine Xu said: "The curse was emanated from the seven girls who were burned to death. It is said that the last song they sang after their death was: The souls of the seven sons must be repaid by the bodies of the seven sons!"
"The soul of the Seventh Son must be returned with the body of the Seventh Son... What does this mean?" Mo Qiu raised his chin with his hand and thought.
Charmaine Xue's face darkened, and she said in a deep voice: "Can't you still hear it? The 'souls of the seven sons' are the wronged souls of the seven of them, and the words 'must be repaid with the bodies of the seven sons' are
To take away the bodies of seven people and still carry their wronged souls."
Ling Fan frowned, he had always been very disdainful of these claims of souls claiming their lives, but Mo Qiu was so shocked by Shi Shiman's words that he twisted his body unnaturally, and his face also looked a little unnatural.
At this time, Mo Qiu's cell phone rang, which startled Mo Qiu, who was originally nervous. When she took out her cell phone to check, she breathed a long sigh of relief.
He said, "Okay, I'll take him to you right away. Okay, don't be nagging anymore, Ogisang!" Then he hung up the phone, but Ling Fan clearly heard that the person inside had not finished speaking.
, he immediately felt sad for the person who called the little sister.
"Okay, that's it for today. If you find anything, please inform us immediately!" Mo Qiu put the phone in his pocket, stood up, and said in a commanding tone.
Charmaine Siu didn't have a good impression of Charmaine Siu at first. When she heard such a blunt command tone, Charmaine Siu's pretty face became even more displeased. When Ling Fan saw that the scene was not good, the smell of gunpowder was about to ignite again, so he once again acted as peacekeeper.
The boss left his mobile phone number with Charmaine Xu, then took Mo Qiu and rushed out of the coffee shop.
"Hey! You haven't paid yet!" Charmaine Xi's voice came from the coffee shop, but Ling Fan had already run away with Mo Qiu. Charmaine Xi had no choice but to sigh and pay for herself, then stared at
The missed call number on your phone.
Can he really find out Huang Juan's death? Can he really be believed?
Charmaine Xin smiled bitterly, and after shaking her slender fingers a few times, she finally chose to save that number.
The sound of the motorcycle's engine, which was almost deafening, rumbled by Ling Fan's ears. Although his hands were tightly hugging the slender waist of a young girl, he was not enjoying it at all.
I mean, the ultra-fast speed made Ling Fan feel dizzy, and his brain was pounded by the roaring sound of the engine.
Is there no traffic lights in Nanyang City? For some reason, Ling Fan suddenly began to miss the 'red light stop' that usually blocked him.
However, being fast also has an advantage, that is, it can make Ling Fan suffer less pain.
Soon, a rapid braking sound sounded, and Ling Fan's body pressed against Mo Qiu's back due to inertia, and his helmet was hit again, causing a circle of golden birds to fly in front of him.
Wow... Ling Fan felt a warm current welling up in his stomach. He jumped out of the car and ran to a nearby tree. He held on to the tree trunk and vomited. Although he had eaten nothing since morning and vomited nothing.
thing.
"Hey, you don't know how. You can't stand this speed? It's really useless!" Mo Qiu's sarcastic words came from the still rumbling ears.
"Damn! Is this speed? If you go faster, you can drive a rocket!" Ling Fan immediately retorted strongly. He didn't want to ride a motorcycle anymore. Ling Fan also started to hate motorcycles at this time.
“I really don’t understand, don’t you have traffic lights in Nanyang City?!”
Mo Qiu shrugged and smiled evilly: "Yes, it's just that there are no red lights on the roads I drive on."
"…………"
"Qiuqiu, don't be ridiculous." A serious and magnetic middle-aged voice sounded.
"Dad." Just now, the girl who was like a little girl with cold and domineering words was now like a delicate bird fluttering into the arms of a middle-aged man and starting to act coquettishly.
Ling Fan rubbed his eyes. He felt that everything in front of him was like an illusion. How could a person change so much? The world is really full of wonders.
The middle-aged man has a resolute and square face, short and somewhat gray hair, but he is very energetic. His blue shirt shines softly in the sun, and he wears dark soft trousers and shiny leather shoes underneath.
Wipe it spotless.
"Are you the Ling Fan recommended by Lao Fang?" When the middle-aged man saw Ling Fan's appearance, he frowned slightly and a look of surprise flashed on his face.
Seeing this, Ling Fan thought that this person should be Mo Qiu's father, who seemed to be a leader of the Nanyang City Public Security Bureau, and smiled: "Well, yes, uncle, I am Ling Fan."
"Haha, you are indeed young and promising. I have heard Lao Fang praise you on the phone a long time ago. I heard that you solved an unsolved case in Nanyang City that has not been solved for more than ten years." The middle-aged man said kindly.
Smiling, he looked at Ling Fan, his sharp eyes filled with admiration.
Ling Fan was naturally a little grateful to be praised so much by a leader, but when he heard that this middle-aged man actually knew that he had broken the table of the 'Red Faced Table Fairy', he looked a little embarrassed. I wonder if he knew that he was grateful.
Yan once hacked into the Nanyang City Police's file system. If he knew about it, he would definitely not have received him so warmly. It seems that the boss also told him about the case in a hidden way. After all, this case was once in Nanyang City.
It happened on my territory, so I have to say hello, even though it was after the fact.
"Huh, who knows if it's true or not. Judging from his raw look, I think it was probably Sister Zhen who broke it." Mo Qiu looked back from the middle-aged man's arms and glared coldly at Ling Fan.
Take a look.
"Qiuqiu, don't talk nonsense." Although the middle-aged man sounded a little angry in his tone, his expression was very loving. He touched Mo Qiu's hair, then looked at Ling Fan and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go inside and chat.
Well, I also want to hear your opinion on this case that happened in Xingcheng."
After entering the house, Ling Fan realized that the middle-aged man in front of him was Bureau Li, the top leader of the Nanyang Public Security Bureau. He, Bureau Chen, and Fang Tou were all alumni of the same police academy. But from the current situation
Judging from the results, Fang Tou was not doing well, and Ling Fan felt sad for Fang Yi.
Bureau Li's home was not as nice as Ling Fan imagined. It was very simple and plain. However, there were a few precious antiques that caught Ling Fan's attention. It seemed that Bureau Li who was sitting in front of him also had a hobby of collecting antiques.
It seems that I will find some ways to curry favor with this top leader in Nanyang City in the future.
Seeing Ling Fan's eyes fixed on a few antiques, Bureau Li couldn't help but laugh: "Haha, I don't have any other hobbies, I just collect some antiques, but I won't accept gifts from others, these are mine
I bought it with my salary, otherwise how could I live in such a simple room? Haha, but only the simplest room can bring out the preciousness of these antiques."
An inadvertent glance read the meaning of Ling Fan's eyes. It seemed that Bureau Li, Bureau Chen, and Fang Yi in front of him were not fuel-efficient lamps. Ling Fan felt that it was better not to be clever, so he laughed dryly,
That was my answer, and I cursed in my heart: Another old fox.
"Dad, your tea." Mo Qiu came over with two cups of tea, and handed one of them steadily to Director Li's hand. Then she stared at Ling Fan, her face immediately turned cold, and she
The cup of tea was thrown heavily in front of Ling Fan, and the tea in the cup immediately splashed out, "Your tea!"