Thriller Night Talk

The scenic spot at night is too quiet.

Most of the lighting has been turned off, and there are only a few street lights on the main road, which are limited to the extent that people can see the road under their feet.

The two of them just walked along the main road openly like this, and no one really noticed them.

They walked for half an hour according to the road signs, and finally found the closed glass plank road.

The glass plank road has not been removed, but the entrances at both ends have been closed and locked, and the isolation belt has been pulled up with movable fences and chains on the outside.

Of course, the fence couldn't stop Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, and they turned over easily.

As for the locked door at the entrance of the plank road...

Wei Fuyuan found that all the door locks seemed to be worthless to Beiquan - he only needed to push lightly, and the problem could be solved immediately.

"Great, it's still here."

Beiquan smiled at the empty and broken trestle.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He didn't want to know what his boss saw!

"Oh, I forgot that you don't know how to open your eyes."

Bei Quan just thought of this, opened the suitcase, and took out the small bottle of Niu Tear again, "Spray it into both eyes, and you will be able to see."

Wei Fuyuan struggled to take the bottle, and after a full minute of mental training, he gritted his teeth and sprayed it twice.

The cold feeling and foreign body sensation experienced yesterday appeared at the same time, Young Master Wei closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the trestle bridge.

Even though he had already made enough mental preparations, Wei Fuyuan reflexively took a big step back, and blurted out a scream at the same time.

"Fuck!!"

——I will have a myocardial infarction sooner or later!

Master Wei grabbed Bei Quan's arm, tried to hide his 1.9-meter tall man behind the boss, and said incoherently:

"I can't stand it anymore! Why are these ghosts so, so—"

Compared with yesterday, the gray figure Wei Fuyuan saw this time was clearer, and it was clearly a woman with fluttering hair.

The woman stood alone on the edge of the hole in the trestle bridge, with her head lowered, as if she was staring at the bottomless darkness below.

The reason why Wei Fuyuan felt so terrified was because the moment he turned around, he was only a few meters away from the woman.

Through the misty gray mist on the woman's body, Master Wei could clearly see the blood stains on her body.

A white dress was soaked in blood, and the blood dried and hardened, and finally turned dark brown. The dirty fabric was sticky and stuck to the woman's body in a mess...

Wei Fuyuan's throat twitched, and he covered his mouth to suppress the sourness that was about to come out.

"Don't be afraid."

Beiquan spoke again in the gentle and deep voice that he used for business when he was hosting the show.

"It'll be fine soon, hold on."

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

He was just about to ask, "What do you mean it will be ready soon", when he felt someone slap him on the back of the head suddenly.

It was the familiar feeling of spinning around again.

Wei Fuyuan was dizzy and jumped forward uncontrollably. When he fell, a thought flashed through his mind:

——In front is the hole in the trestle bridge! ! !

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Master Wei tightly closed his eyes.

He thought that he would fall to pieces, and his life would be over.

But in the next second, he felt himself plunged into a ball of cold and viscous liquid again.

When he opened his eyes again, Wei Fuyuan found himself running.

No, rather than running, it is better to say that you are running for your life.

His throat was dry and sore, his chest was on fire from lack of oxygen, and his palms, elbows, and knees were covered with abrasions from the fall.

In the darkness, the surrounding scenery was bumping in a mess, Wei Fuyuan couldn't control his body at all.

He turned his head frequently while shouting, tears and snot all over his face.

【do not come!don't come here! 】

[Yes, sorry!Ye Jia, I'm sorry for you! ! 】

【I did not do it on purpose!I'm just afraid that a thief will come in!I did not do it on purpose! 】

【sorry!Please, don't kill me! 】

[I really didn't know you were still in the house that day!I really do not know! 】

Wei Fuyuan heard his own voice, it was a woman's sharp and almost collapsed cry.

And behind him, there is a "person".

Or more accurately, a monster in human form.

The thing was tall, wearing a white linen robe and a pointed sack on its head, with only two holes hollowed out for its eyes.

It is the "executor".

It moved silently through the night, almost like a floating ghost, but extremely fast.No matter how hard Wei Fuyuan, or the woman Wei Fuyuan is staying with now, runs hard, he still can't distance himself from "it".

【Please, please forgive me! 】

Wei Fuyuan panicked and didn't know where to go. He didn't know when he ran to the trestle bridge, but suddenly his feet went limp, and he came into intimate contact with the cold glass.

The fall was excruciatingly painful.

Wei Fuyuan has practiced karate and Krav Maga for seven or eight years. It is common practice to practice eighteen throws during training, and his tolerance to pain is much higher than that of ordinary people.

However, at this moment, he only felt like a fish that fell on the chopping board, every bone in his body seemed to be split apart, and his back was suppressed by a strong force, making him unable to breathe at all.

In the double pain of severe pain and suffocation, Wei Fuyuan barely raised his head.

A piece of torn linen suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

He realized that the "executor" who should have been chasing after him was now standing in front of him.

【sorry……】

Wei Fuyuan heard himself squeeze out a sentence with difficulty:

【I, I didn't expect... to kill you...】

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "bang bang", and the glass plank road under him shattered.

Wei Fuyuan finally experienced the feeling of falling from a height of [-] meters.

——Fuck! !

The moment he fell, a thought flashed through Young Master Wei's mind:

——Isn't it too frustrating to die like a dead body? ?

……

"...Comrade Xiaowei, Comrade Xiaowei, wake up quickly."

Wei Fuyuan first smelled a pungent peppermint smell, then heard Beiquan's voice calling him, and then felt a burning pain in the middle of the person.

He opened his eyes, and met Beiquan's maroon pupils at close range.

"Tsk."

Seeing that Master Wei's pupils were still out of focus, Bei Quan sighed and poured some liquid on his fingertips while he was half-conscious.

"Your physique is not very good, have you been dizzy for too long?"

Wei Fuyuan was furious.

He really wanted to jump up, and grabbed Beiquan by the collar to let him experience the feeling of a trapeze.

It's a pity that he's weak all over now, lying on the ground sprawled on the ground, struggling to even turn his head, so he had to fuck the instigator 180 times in his heart.

——Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!

Young Master Wei said this to himself in his heart.

At this time, he saw Beiquan approaching him with a finger stained with some kind of green liquid, Wei Fuyuan turned his head in disgust:

"What are you doing?"

"Fengyoujing."

Beiquan looked at him lovingly with the eyes of a primary school chicken who lacks common sense:

"This thing can wake you up."

"Fuck!!!"

Wei Fuyuan licked his upper lip and took a mouthful of spicy food:

"It's no wonder that the area from my lips to my nose is burned and I can't feel it. How much did you apply!?"

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When he returned to the resort, Wei Fuyuan still had a stinking face, like a puffer fish.

He entered the bathroom without making a sound, and slammed the door shut with a "boom".

Beiquan was not in a hurry, he just sat at the table, Shi Shiran listened to the sound of dingling palm nuts being beaten in the bathroom, and waited for Wei Fuyuan to come out when he had had enough tossing about.

After 45 minutes, Master Wei opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom wearing only a bathrobe, wet all over.

He sat down on his bed, pursed his thin lips tightly, with a posture of non-violence and non-cooperation.

"It was hard work tonight."

Beiquan smiled and began to stroke his hair:

"Thanks to you, we have made significant progress in this case."

Wei Fuyuan leaned slightly in the direction of Beiquan, then realized that he was still losing his temper, and turned his head back.

"I think I have almost figured out the cause and effect of this incident."

Beiquan continued to pluck his hair in the air.

"There is only one doubtful point that I can't figure out, and I need your help."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He was indeed full of doubts, and he wanted to ask a lot of questions.

But he was unwilling to give in easily.

After struggling for a while, Wei Fuyuan threw out a sentence forcefully:

"What the hell is your crappy company doing!?"

Beiquan replied:

"We're a serious broadcaster."

Facing Wei Fuyuan's angry eyes, he smiled and added:

"However, there is only one type of people who can hear our radio programs and call the hotline."

Wei Fuyuan: "Who?"

Beiquan said every word:

"People related to 'Ghosts'."

Wei Fuyuan: "What the hell?"

"'Hateful ghost', Shanggui's heart, has the same pronunciation as 'hui'."

Beiquan patiently explained:

"'Hateful ghosts' are a kind of vengeful spirit that parasitizes people's evil thoughts. They feed on the negative emotions of the parasites, and especially like extremely strong emotions such as resentment, anger, hatred, and killing intent."

"At the same time, in order to get more bait, they will find ways to amplify the hatred of the host, and at the same time endow the parasite with some powerful powers, helping the other party to realize all wishes including revenge."

As he spoke, he tapped his finger on the table lightly:

"For example, Mr. A and the 'executors' seen by several other victims before their death are likely to be the incarnations of the raged ghosts."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He felt as if he was listening to a lame ghost story.

But seeing and experiencing with his own eyes twice in a row made him have to temporarily accept Beiquan's explanation.

"So... you guys are actually hunting ghosts?"

Wei Fuyuan had a look of disbelief.

"Since the people who can get through the phone are all related to the ghosts, why bother? You can just ask Mr. A for his name, age and where he lives!"

"Because I can't."

Beiquan sighed and shook his head again.

"Strictly speaking, angry ghosts are a kind of ghosts and immortals. They also have intelligence and can think."

He explained:

"We transmit the wavelength of spiritual power through the radio hotline, and use it to establish contact with the relevant people. In fact, we are already running a huge risk of alarming the evil spirits. If they are asked to reveal too much, the wavelength of spiritual power is easy. If it is discovered by the angry ghost, it will realize that we have traced its existence, and then..."

Beiquan made a gesture of raising the knife with his hand:

"Silence in advance, and then escape to another place."