"That's right. Copy this address to browse//%77%77%77%2e%62%69%71%69%2e%6d%65/" Regia suddenly looked at me without blinking, as if looking at a strange object, "How did you know that Madame Roger's body was found?" In addition, the news of the murder of the lawyer's family is so clear that it is as if they have seen it with their own eyes, and even the details can be said. What is your identity other than a student? ”

She remembered something again, "Speaking of which, when you ran to the house to rescue me, I seemed to see you take a gun out of your pocket. ”

"You're so observant, I thought these details wouldn't be suspected." I smiled wryly.

"Idiot, you think the whole world is as dull as Andrew?" Regia's eyes widened, and she looked cute and swore not to give her an answer.

"Actually." I whispered mysteriously, "I'm a killer. ”

"Fart, you body, I don't believe it." She scoffed at my excuses.

"Well, I'll be honest. In recent years, I have been working in a well-known detective agency, so I have been able to borrow some resources from the detective agency. Here, I'll give you a business card. I pulled out a business card and handed it to her.

She looked at the business card suspiciously, "The head office is in Canada, why are you studying in Germany?" ”

"I love Germany. The school I attended had the best folklore learning resources. Well, don't interrogate me as a prisoner, I haven't interfered too much with your past affairs. "I'm getting a little impatient.

Regia choked on my words, and after thinking about it, seemed to feel that I had indeed never offered to know about her past. So she didn't ask any more questions.

"What do we do going forward?" She plucked a leaf from the tree, "Waiting for the curse to come, sit still?" I now feel full of frustration, like a fly biting in glass, with bright and no future. ”

"Find out where the book came from and where it was authored, and you can find the source of the curse." I'll be categorical.

"But there seems to be nothing left of that book except for the words "Grimm's Fairy Tales" written on the cover." Regia said bitterly, "If it is indeed not a manuscript of the Brothers Grimm, it will be easy to find the source. Maybe we'll all be dead by then. ”

"There's always a way, I don't believe there are no impermeable walls. Last night I heard you mention several books that are not found in today's Grimm's Fairy Tales. This is a valuable point to explore. "I held my chin.

"So I think the black cover of Grimm's Fairy Tales should be the original version." Regia judged.

"I saw the first edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales in the library, and some of the stories you mentioned were unheard of by me. So, it should have been written by another writer. Last night I looked at the cover of the book carefully, and the black cowhide had less obvious signs of aging. Most likely, it was a high-grade knock-off, and it was intended to be used as a manuscript for the Brothers Grimm to make a windfall. ”

"Oh my God, it's getting more and more complicated." Regia clutched her head, about to say something. Suddenly, a car seemed to lose control and crashed into the bench where we were sitting.

"Be careful!" I nimbly pulled her to the right and dodged it in the nick of urgency. The bench was knocked off by a car, and the out-of-control car continued to move forward, eventually crashing into a tree. The hood of the car was cocked, and puffs of smoke came out of it.

The car seemed to be a husband and wife, the airbags had been deployed, and the husband in the driver's seat wanted to unbuckle the seat belt and open the door to get out.

"Run, run." I shouted in a hurry.

"But those two people are in danger. We should save people first. Reguia said, pointing to the car.

"The car is going to explode!" I dragged her behind the nearest tree. The fuel tank of the wrecked sedan is estimated to have burst, and streams of gasoline are gushing out. The smell of strong gasoline evaporating was everywhere.

We had just ducked behind a tree when the sedan exploded. The driver had just run out of the car and had no time to get to the passenger seat to drag his wife down. The car exploded violently, and the parts of the car disintegrated instantly. The driver who got out of the car was thrown into the air by the sharply inflated air current.

Regia screamed, only to see the driver's body sink into the trunk of the tree above his head, blood running down the branches. There was a great wound in his stomach, and his intestines were fished like ropes, which was terrifying. Seeing that he is dead, he cannot die again.

"In one of the fairy tales in that book called 'Stone Flowers,' the protagonist's vicious and often abusive sister is suddenly hit by a speeding carriage and torn apart, and her intestines run all over the ground." Regia muttered in horror.

I stared at the tall corpse of the driver, my mind confused.

"Ah Ye, is what happened just now a curse? The driver's death was supposed to be my end, right? She asked in a hurried tone, "I'm not dead, does that mean the curse will leave me?" ”

"Who knows, hopefully. If that's the case, you'll only need to dodge the curse once, and you won't have any more trouble. What a wonderful thing! I was noncommittal, I heard the sound of an ambulance, and hurriedly pulled her into the hotel" However, instead of speculation, it is better to take your fate into your own hands. so as not to be afraid. I'm going to go back and read the book carefully, and maybe I'll find some clues. ”

Regia's excited brain calmed down, and she grabbed my arm tightly, hugging it tightly, eager to insert my right hand into her body.

"Sure enough, I'm getting more and more afraid of death." She looked up at me and smiled bitterly.

People are really weird, in the face of death, some people choose to give up, while some people will choose to fight their way out. The three people sitting in the guest room, I think, are all the latter. Needless to say, I've always tried to fight against fate. Regia could also see her desire to survive. As for Andrew, although he still has a big grin, even after we went back, we saw him lying on the floor and sleeping. But occasionally, I could still see his trepidation about the future.

The situation is delicate now, and I can only guess that the book will exude a spiritual power known in folklore as a curse, a power capable of influencing a person's sanity and driving him insane.

Last night I was tossing and turning on the couch, and my mind was full of ways to solve it.

A few days ago, I bought a special thing at Andrew's house, which was used to plug the Nine Tricks Jade of Old Man Chen's corpse.

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