Thriller Night Talk

Without saying a word, Beiquan ran after the white fox.

Although Wei Fuyuan didn't know what was going on, he followed quickly.

The white fox crossed most of the Jinyuan Road, braked suddenly at the intersection, and turned suddenly to the right, as if it was going to the opposite street.

Most of the old town of Fengxing City has a square structure, with hutongs parallel or perpendicular to each other. Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like several neat "Tian" characters nested in each other.

Little Fox's goal is clear.

It ran to the opposite street adjacent to Jinyuan Road, then jumped up the overpass like a gust of wind, and finally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, spinning anxiously.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan chased after him.

Strictly speaking, this overpass should be a passageway connecting the two buildings. The entrances and exits are embedded in the corridor, and only about 15 meters in the middle is open-air, allowing you to see the surrounding scenery unobstructed.

And Baihu Suying stopped at the very center of the open-air section, circling around like a dog chasing its tail.

Wei Fuyuan pointed to the fox and asked:

"What does it mean?"

Beiquan replied:

"It's telling us that the yin energy of the ghost will disappear here."

At the same time, he looked around, trying to find out the reason why the angry ghost appeared here.

"look!"

Bei Quan pointed to the left side of the railing: "You can just see No. 44 Jinyuan Road from here."

Wei Fuyuan looked over according to his guidance, and suddenly realized.

The buildings in this area are not too high, and they are very dense, and there are almost no commanding heights that can be seen in the distance.

But it happened to be at this angle, standing on the overpass, they could pass through the gap between the two buildings and see the corner of No. 44 Jinyuan Road on the opposite street.

Wei Fuyuan squinted his eyes to make a careful identification, then made up his mind about the direction, and asked uncertainly:

"Is there... the north side of the corridor on the fourth floor?"

He swallowed hard:

"Should it be the place where Ye Jia was burned to death?"

"Ah."

Beiquan nodded:

"I also think so."

Wei Fuyuan: "But, Ye Jia...or it's a ghost, what is it doing here?"

Thinking of the executioner whom he had met twice before, the brave Young Master Wei felt a chill down his spine.

"...It doesn't want to see the place where it died, does it?"

Bei Quan supported his chin with one hand, "Indeed, in order to increase the host's resentment, some angry ghosts will bring them back to the place of death, making them repeatedly relive the fear, pain and unwillingness of death."

--I see.

Wei Fuyuan thought to himself:

No wonder Beiquan proposed to go to No. 44 Jinyuan Road tonight to have a look. It turned out that he came to try his luck to see if he could happen to meet the situation he mentioned.

At this time, Beiquan continued:

"However, angry ghosts usually don't take their hosts so far away, unless..."

Wei Fuyuan: "Unless?"

"Unless this place has some very important meaning to Ye Jia."

Beiquan paused:

"Or it should be said that it is a place where Ye Jia can develop strong hatred and resentment."

While speaking, Beiquan was constantly thinking.

He has a lot of experience in dealing with angry ghosts, and he is also very familiar with the routines of those guys.

They are best at peeking at the weaknesses of human nature, amplifying the negative emotions of their prey through various mental stimuli, and then devouring and digesting the spiritual energy that they regard as nourishment little by little until the objects they possess are sucked dry.

— But why this flyover?

Beiquan really couldn't figure this out.

Just like what he said to Wei Fuyuan before, although Guanhu Suying can detect the energy of angry ghosts, the timeliness is very short. In this kind of open-air environment, the sun will disperse in half a day. Eight.

So based on this, it can be inferred that the angry ghost stayed here not long ago, and probably controlled Ye Jia's dead soul, walking all the way from the fire scene to here.

So what is so special about this overpass to Ye Jia?

It is true that No. 44 Jinyuan Road can be seen from here, and it is also the north side of the corridor on the fourth floor where Ye Jia was burned to death, but Bei Quan felt that as long as he searched around here, he would definitely find a similar place...

— No, wait a minute!

A thought suddenly flashed through Beiquan's mind, but the speed was too fast to catch.

"...Little Wei."

Beiquan suddenly called Wei Fuyuan's name.

Master Wei turned his head: "What's the matter?"

"Xiaowei, let me ask you."

Beiquan raised his hand and pointed at the dark building hidden in the lights of thousands of houses.

"How do you feel when you look at it from here?"

Wei Fuyuan frowned, stared at the blackened exterior wall of No. 44 Jinyuan Road apartment with a serious expression, thought for half a minute before seriously answering:

"I think it's terrible. After all, there have been such serious fires and people died inside."

He replied:

"But it is precisely because I know that there has been an accident there that I can't help but keep watching..."

Wei Fuyuan thought about the wording:

"Although it's very rude to the deceased, most people will inevitably have a curiosity-seeking mentality when they pass by the haunted house."

Beiquan nodded.

"Well, what if it's during a fire?"

he asked again.

"Oh, then I'll probably stop and watch!"

Young Master Wei looked around, trying to take the role of the bystander deeper.

"If you find smoke in the distance, you will definitely find a place with a good view to see what's going on..."

"Ah."

Beiquan continued Wei Fuyuan's words:

"Then you will probably run to this bridge and stand where we are now."

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide, and suddenly understood what his boss meant.

"You mean, someone might be here—"

He originally wanted to say that someone here might have witnessed the scene of Ye Jia being burned to death, but in the middle of speaking, Young Master Wei stopped talking:

"But it's not right. Isn't it normal to watch a building catch fire? If Ye Jia would hate you just by looking at it, then it would be too difficult to find out the real identity of Mr. A? Even if he was In the middle of the night, there must be dozens if not hundreds of onlookers?"

"Ah."

Bei Quanjue also agreed with his assistant's idea.

"So, if Mr. A really stood here, then what he did should be more than just watching."

——Not just watching!

One sentence was like a thunderbolt, which immediately shocked Master Wei's Lingtai and made Mao Sai suddenly enlightened.

"Fuck!"

Young Master Wei finally broke his merits and uttered a dirty word in front of Beiquan.

He immediately took out the phone from his pocket, and with his fingers flying, he pressed hard on the screen.

While pressing, Wei Fuyuan said quickly:

"You don't use a smartphone, so you don't know? Now the short video platform is in chaos. In order to gain attention, you dare to upload anything out of the ordinary!"

As he said that, he had searched out related videos from memory, and arranged them in chronological order.

"Look at this!"

Wei Fuyuan finally found what he was looking for, and he couldn't help but stuff the phone into Beiquan's hand.

Displayed on the screen is a video that is playing.

I don’t know how many times this video has been dumped, the corner watermark is superimposed on the watermark, and the picture quality is also very bad.

However, Beiquan still judged at a glance that the video was shot at their current position, and the angle and height were consistent with the perspective of the two at this moment.

It's just that the picture taken above is exactly the scene when the fire at No. 44 Jinyuan Road was taking place.

The picture seems to be taken with a mobile phone, and the photographer is emotional, so the camera is shaking all the time. The center of the picture is the north corner of the fourth floor of No. 44 Jinyuan Road, which is exposed between the two buildings. You can see the thick smoke billowing , the reddish-brown flames burned more and more fiercely under the blessing of the draft in the aisle, and continued to spread towards the downwind, turning the early morning night into red.

At the same time, there was a young man's voice shouting excitedly, as if he was too excited to witness the fire at close range.

Although the sound quality was terrible, Beiquan could still hear it—it was Mr. A's voice.

[Oh, there is someone there! 】

Mr. A behind the lens screamed, and then the phone shook a few times, and the focus zoomed in.

Indeed, as the photographer said, with the firelight, the lens captured a shaking figure in a burning building.

It was a long-haired woman who was forced to the end of the corridor on the top floor by the flames and thick smoke, desperately shaking the anti-theft net that blocked her way of escape, and judging from her flapping and shouting posture, she should be extremely desperate, But still trying to seek help from the outside world.

[Fuck, fuck!It's a woman! 】

[Going to catch up!Look, everyone, the flames are going to burn her! 】

Mr. A is still chattering, with an excited tone.

[Fuck!It's burning!It's burning! 】

In the picture, in just 1 minute, thick smoke and flames burned through the corridor on the fourth floor, and "Hula" swallowed the girl who was cornered.

The fireball-like figure only flashed in the lens for a moment, and was never seen again.

And Mr. A is still shouting excitedly:

【It's so exciting!It's really burning! 】

【see it?That woman is burned! 】

The video ends here.

"I see."

Beiquan returned the phone to Wei Fuyuan.

"Well, I guess so."

Master Wei explained to the old antique Beiquan who never used a smartphone how he came up with Mr. A's identity.

When he occasionally checked social media before, he saw a girl in the same class retweeted a Weibo.

The blogger happened to pass by a fire scene and took a video of someone being killed at that time.

Probably because the photographer was very excited throughout the whole process, treated the disaster as an anecdote, and did not have the slightest awe and sympathy for the dead. This attitude annoyed a crowd of onlookers, and was forwarded and commented a lot of scolding, which caused a big scene public opinion turmoil.

When Wei Fuyuan saw that Weibo post, the photographer had already deleted the video completely.

Young Master Wei poked into the comments and took a look. After roughly understanding the cause and effect, he casually left this matter behind like countless current affairs hot spots that are not very important.

He didn't watch the video at the time, so he naturally didn't know that the Weibo that had received thousands of reprimands was about the fire scene at No. 44 Jinyuan Road, and he didn't know that the person who took the photo was Mr. A, whom they couldn't find anywhere.

If Beiquan hadn't guided him to reason just now, Young Master Wei wouldn't have had a flash of inspiration to find out this small detail from the corners of his memory, and then search out this video from the Internet relics