Bo Shao don't talk about love: I am an acting school

"Sister An, you think too much."

Sang Jiuqing rubbed her temples. Could it be that she is really too tired recently, so she has become suspicious...

An Hong checked it carefully again, and made sure there was nothing strange before going downstairs hesitantly.

After all this tossing, it was already night, Sang Jiuqing sniffed the air of the imperial capital, and suddenly felt that he still liked this place.

After taking a hasty shower, she began to lie on the bed again, but this time she slept very restlessly, always feeling that something was pressing on her, but she couldn't open her eyes, and couldn't move her whole body.

The legendary ghost press?
Although Sang Jiuqing didn't believe in ghosts or ghosts, in many cases, it was better to have a little reverence for such things.

The Internet has already given a very scientific explanation for the ghost press, so she is not afraid. The more afraid she is at this time, the weaker the line of defense in her heart will be.

After finally waiting for that feeling to pass, she opened her eyes. At this time, her whole body was soaked, and that strange smell poured into her nasal cavity again.

Sang Jiuqing wrapped the bed sheet, turned on the light in the room directly, rubbed her aching head, wondering if it was because of being hypnotized last time that her nerves were a little weak now.

But thinking of the last time, she wanted to know how the case was going. She looked at the time, and it was only ten o'clock. Officer Guo should not be asleep yet.

So after calming down for a while, she took out her mobile phone and called Guo Ming. Fortunately, when she left last time, she passed a Guo Ming's business card.

The news he got was very disappointing, and he is still checking. From his voice, it can be heard that he is very tired, and he should be worrying about this too.

Sang Jiuqing knew that the incident was not over yet, as long as those people were not arrested, she would still be in danger.

After all, those people's methods are too cruel, and there seems to be a woman among them...

Sang Jiuqing sighed, opened the door and went downstairs. After turning up the volume of the TV, the darkness in her heart finally disappeared.

He watched and fell asleep like that.

……

When Bo Luocheng entered the room early in the morning, he saw the figure curled up on the sofa, his footsteps paused, thinking about what happened to this woman, why she fell asleep on the sofa early in the morning.

"Sang Jiuqing."

Bo Luocheng walked over and pushed him, and finally hugged him horizontally, planning to carry him into the bedroom upstairs, but this time Sang Jiuqing did not hook him around his neck as usual, but climbed on the sofa, unwilling to be hugged go up.

"what's wrong with you?"

He put down the man and sat beside him.

Only then did Sang Jiuqing fully open his eyes. Seeing that it was Boluo City, he felt a little more at ease and rested his head on the opponent's lap.

"Boluo City, I don't know what's going on, I always feel that there is a smell in my room..."

Bo Luocheng raised his eyebrows. Since when did this person change his name to Bo Luo City, instead of the one on the left and the one on the right.

"What is the taste?"

"do not know……"

Sang Jiuqing frowned when she said this. She didn't know why, but every time she entered that room, her hairs stood on end. A woman's sixth sense is always very good, and her intuition told her that there must be something in the room.

"Go back to sleep, I'll ask Nan Shi to go up and have a look later."

"Ah."

Sang Jiuqing hadn't rested well and was always in a state of fear. Now that Bo Luocheng was by her side, she felt a little more at ease in her heart, and soon fell asleep again.

When Nan Shi came, he saw the picture of his boss holding Sang Jiuqing, and the corners of his mouth twitched. To be honest, he couldn't bear the two of them throwing dog food all the time.

Nanfeng also came here this time. He didn't follow the fashion week. He seemed to be busy with his own affairs, but no one knew what he was busy with.

"Sang Jiuqing said that there was a strange smell in her room, you two go up and see what's going on."

Nan Feng didn't take this kind of thing seriously at first, and was about to sit down when he saw the eyes from Boluo City, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he followed Nan Feng.

The two went upstairs one after the other.

Nan Shi looked around and didn't think there was anything wrong with it. Just as he was about to turn around and go out, he saw his brother's half-smile, his feminine face was a little weird for a moment.

"Brother, why do you have such an expression, it scares me to death, do you know?"

Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, opened the door first and walked out.

"Don't look, I already know what it is, let's go."

Nan Shi followed behind with a puzzled expression, and the two went downstairs one after another.At this time, Sang Jiuqing was already awake, sitting on the sofa and yawning.

"How about it?"

Bo Luocheng's face was serious. To be precise, he didn't want to be careless about everything about Sang Jiuqing.

Nan Feng sat down, picked up an orange on the table, peeled it, and fed himself a piece before opening his mouth in a mysterious manner.

"Miss Sang, I advise you to change the room, don't live in that bedroom for now."

Bo Luocheng's eyes paused, and he looked at Nanfeng, meaning, finish speaking.

"I'm a doctor and have dealt with dead people for a long time, so I'm very sensitive to the smell of dead people. Miss Sang's room does have a smell, and it still smells like dead people. As for where that person is, I don't know."

Nan Feng shrugged and ate the remaining oranges one by one. The three people beside him were already shocked by what Nan Feng said.

The smell of the dead...

in the bedroom...

Sang Jiuqing's scalp was numb, and she clenched her fists tightly. Dead man, where is that dead man hiding?

"Let people from outside come in and look for it above, don't miss every place."

Bo Luocheng got up, and slowly patted Sang Jiuqing on the back, comforting him, a girl must not be able to bear going through these things one after another.

The bodyguard guarding outside immediately went upstairs and began to rummage through the cabinets, even the compartments of the wardrobe, but after digging through everything, they found nothing.

Nan Feng leaned against the door, his eyes were deep and shallow, and it wasn't until they lifted the bed that everyone exclaimed.

A hole was opened in the wall at the head of the bed, and there was a small coffin inside. It was very small, about as big as the baby's body. Everyone took him out, and many people smelled the smell. It was really faint. , I don't know how Miss Sang smelled it.

"That's it, take it down."

Nan Feng frowned, and moved his body leaning against the door.

One person picked up the small coffin and walked downstairs, and the rest of the people followed closely, and Nanfeng was the only one left in the room in a blink of an eye.

He looked at the neatly chiseled wall, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He had to say, it was really interesting, and it became more and more interesting to play.

He looked around the room again, only to find a white rose under the bed, very small and pure.

White roses, this is the favorite flower of a female killer on the killer list, and it is also the favorite flower of that person.

He picked up the flower, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully, and he saw how cute it was. Every time before committing a crime, he likes to leave such a flower on the scene, it's just such a small flower, No one noticed.

Nanfeng sniffed the flower, put it in his pocket, and didn't intend to tell anyone about it. There was a strange excitement in his eyes, the capital city was finally getting more and more fun.

Downstairs, several people were looking at the small coffin, and their scalps were already tingling, especially Sang Jiuqing. After hearing that it was found from the side of his bed, his heart tightened even more.

"Boluo City..."

She admitted that she was a little scared now, and leaned closer to Boluo City.

Bo Luocheng sighed, put his fingers on the coffin, tapped with his fingertips, his eyes sank, and he opened the coffin, the smell was only a little stronger at this time.

Inside was a baby covered in spells, its skin was torn apart, as if it had been burned by something, and it was still wrapped in transparent plastic wrap, like meat in a refrigerator.

The baby was in a sitting posture, its hands and feet twisted in a strange shape.Sang Jiuqing's face turned pale, and she almost jumped onto Bo Luocheng.

"This is……"

Nan Shi frowned. He had been to so many places, including Thailand countless times, so he naturally knew what it was.

"Boss, this is a kind of sorcery. Raising little ghosts is very popular in foreign entertainment circles, especially in Thailand. It's just in China... I haven't heard of anyone doing this. Miss Sang, this is the first time I have encountered it. , but there are many people in Thailand. Burn a child who died young with a kind of fat, let him drip out the corpse oil, and finally wrap the corpse with plastic wrap and put a spell on it. It is said that it can make people's wishes come true. Great luck."

Boluo City also probably understands a little bit. To be honest, if he changed his identity now, such as just a netizen, just a stranger, then he will definitely criticize Sang Jiuqing severely now. come out.

"Boss, this kind of thing is very destructive. We probably missed it last time, so he has been keeping it in Miss Sang's room."

The last time Nan Shi mentioned was of course the time when Sang Jiuqing's bedroom was covered with snakes, because everyone was too busy catching snakes to ignore other problems.

Maybe the other party is deliberately diverting their attention.

Bo Luocheng rubbed the space between his eyebrows, always feeling that there are really many bad things recently.

"Take him out and throw him away."

Nan Shi's face turned pale, and he hesitated.

"Don't throw this kind of thing away, it's better to believe it."

"threw!"

Bo Luocheng's eyes sank fiercely. Seeing Sang Jiuqing's pale face, his heart ached so much that he hugged him and patted him gently.

"It's okay, don't be afraid..."

Sang Jiuqing's lips were trembling, and she always felt that everything she did was going very smoothly recently. For example, when she went to the fashion week, she was spotted by Christine and made it to the finale, which must be considered lucky.

Could it be because of this coffin...

"Don't scare yourself."