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33310If you can also enter the website address Ш urЦo3 Suddenly, a coldness surged through my body, making me unable to move. The hand on my shoulder slowly stretched to my neck. I immediately opened my eyes wide. What was going on? Then, a hot and moist breath came from my ears, which made me very uncomfortable. . I subconsciously wanted to turn back, but at this moment, I thought of paper-tie Boss. No matter what, don't look back. If the Three Flames on my shoulders are extinguished, it will be over. I held back immediately, but the fear in my heart became deeper and deeper. I knew very well that the person behind me was definitely not a human being. "Wang Niu, ho ho ho" Just when I had this idea, suddenly, a sinister female voice came into my ears. All of a sudden, I felt like a bolt from the blue. This voice was clearly that of Qiman. My guess was right. Qiman was not dead at all. Why did Qiman do this? Before I could understand, suddenly, Captain Wu The sound of came over, and my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to shout out to ask Captain Wu to leave quickly, but who knew that I couldn’t make a sound. I thought Captain Wu and I would both die here. Unexpectedly, after Captain Wu appeared, Qiman behind me disappeared. I breathed a deep sigh of relief. Captain Wu Seeing me standing there with a pale face, he asked me what was wrong and if I felt uncomfortable. I shook my head, looking like he was hesitating to speak, Captain WuLook When something was wrong with me, they pulled me out.
As I stepped out of the morgue, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I took a deep breath and told Captain Wu that I had just seen Qiman.
Captain Wu looked momentarily stunned, as if he couldn't process what I had said, and then asked if I had seen her body.
I shook my head, still wearing a serious expression, and said it was Qiman herself.
This completely unsettled Captain Wu. He questioned whether I might have made a mistake, wondering how anyone could be in such a small place. He pointed out that when he came over, Qiman's body had been lying on the metal rack the entire time.
I was at a loss for how to respond to Captain Wu's words; I truly felt that it was Qiman.
Seeing my troubled expression, Captain Wu said, "Little brother, did you see something just now?"
I nodded slightly. Captain Wu furrowed his brow and led me to the monitoring room, pulling up the footage from earlier.
My heart raced with tension. At first, the footage appeared normal, but towards the end, static suddenly filled the screen, obscuring everything.
Captain Wu asked the officer why this kind of footage had appeared.
The officer immediately began to examine it closely. After a moment, he suggested that there might have been interference with the surveillance lines in the morgue.
Captain Wu and I exchanged glances. How could there be interference?
This only strengthened my conviction that what I encountered in the morgue was indeed Qiman. Perhaps Captain Wu thought of something as well; he instructed the officer to pull up the footage of Qiman's body.
Upon hearing this, my attention returned to the screen.
The scene shifted to Qiman's body. Captain Wu looked at it for a moment before turning to me and saying, "Little brother, Qiman's body hasn't been disturbed at all; it looks just like it did at the beginning. Are you perhaps too tense lately?"
I shook my head, still holding onto my thoughts. Even if it wasn't a corpse, it was still Qiman's spirit. Moreover, given Qiman's situation, he couldn't be defined as an ordinary person.
Seeing my insistence, Captain Wu didn't say anything further and led me out of the monitoring room.
At that moment, a police officer rushed over to Captain Wu, saying that something had happened: the families of the deceased officers had also died.
The officer's words left both me and Captain Wu stunned. How could this situation arise so suddenly?
We immediately headed to the scene of the incident, as the officers who had died all lived in the same neighborhood. By the time we arrived, the bodies of the officers' families had already been carried out and placed in the center of the community, where they were being protected.
Captain Wu, realizing the gravity of the situation, went off to handle matters while I turned my attention to the bodies of the deceased.
After observing for a while, I furrowed my brow. Why did these bodies look different from ordinary corpses?
I noticed that wisps of black mist were entwined around them.
Could it really be that they died because of that Thai language curse?
Just then, a forensic doctor passed by me. I called out to him and inquired about the autopsy results.
During this time, I had been following Captain Wu around and frequently visiting the police station, so I was quite familiar with the forensic doctor.
The forensic doctor frowned, looking very serious as he said, "This is indeed a strange phenomenon. There are no obvious wounds on these deceased individuals, nor any signs of illness; it's as if they simply died in their sleep."
Hearing the coroner's words sent a chill through me. This was no ordinary death; it was clearly a case of Yang Qi being drained, leading to death.
Suddenly, my heart felt heavier. He Wei's situation remained unresolved, and now this new incident added to my worries.
At that moment, a passing officer nudged me and said that Captain Wu wanted to see me. I nodded and walked into the small community ahead.
As soon as I stepped inside, a strong, pungent odor hit me, a sharp and spicy sensation that made me furrow my brow. After a moment of hesitation, I headed towards one of the houses and found Captain Wu inside.
I instinctively glanced around the house; everything appeared clean, with no signs of a struggle.
"Hey, come here," Captain Wu called out to me as he turned around. I nodded and approached him, but I noticed his gaze was fixed on the wall in front of him. Following his line of sight, I saw a sentence written in Thai on the wall.
In an instant, my body felt electrified, a wave of unease washing over me. Wasn't that the Thai phrase?
How did it end up here?
"Can you make anything of this?" Captain Wu's tone had grown somber, tinged with an oppressive feeling.
After all, so many officers had died before this, and now even their families were affected. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow for Captain Wu. With so few leads so far, the pressure on him was mounting.
Seeing Captain Wu like this made my heart ache; I shook my head.
This was also my own question: only those who encountered the coffin should be cursed. Why then did the curse seem to shift onto the officers' families?
As these thoughts swirled in my mind, I began to feel increasingly restless. Just then, my phone rang. I initially thought it might be A Yao calling me; after all, it had been quite some time since we last spoke, and A Yao must have woken up by now. To my surprise, when I picked up the phone, it was Uncle Tiger calling.
Seeing Uncle Tiger's name flashing on the screen filled me with an uneasy feeling. Every time I called Uncle Tiger, it was because something important had come up.
Uncle Tiger treated me like his own son, putting in all his effort for me.
I immediately picked up the phone and heard Uncle Tiger cough a few times. His voice sounded somewhat serious, which made my heart tense up. I hurriedly asked if he was okay.
Uncle Tiger reassured me that he was fine and then asked how I had been lately, noting that I hadn’t called him much.
Hearing this made me feel even worse. I told him that I had been dealing with a lot of things recently and also inquired about the situation regarding the curse transfer.
Upon hearing this, Uncle Tiger became serious on the other end of the line and asked if something had happened to me.
I responded with a slight acknowledgment and began to explain to Uncle Tiger about the coffin, the Thai curse, and the recent events that had occurred.
After listening, there was silence on the other end of the call. I thought it might be a bad signal and was about to hang up when Uncle Tiger spoke again, saying that what I was experiencing could possibly be a malevolent curse.
I quickly asked him what a malevolent curse was.
Uncle Tiger explained that it was a type of malicious spell originating from Southeast Asia. The practitioner places this curse on an object, and when someone touches that object, they become afflicted by the spell. Afterward, the practitioner controls them, having power over their life and death.
I couldn't help but furrow my brows. How could there be such a wicked curse? I asked Uncle Tiger how it could affect the deceased if it only worked through contact.
Uncle Tiger continued to explain that because the blood of the cursed person had completely merged with the spell, it naturally also affected their relatives. Generally speaking, this type of curse wouldn’t harm family members unless the practitioner paid some price for it to do so.
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