Thriller Night Talk

Sunday, May 5.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan went out after having breakfast.

What they wanted to meet was Mr. Xie, the prop master who had met at the wedding advertisement site yesterday.

It was easy to ask someone out. Beiquan just called him and mentioned that a friend of his had heard of Yan Shuangshuang. The prop master immediately showed extraordinary enthusiasm and an unbelievably low vigilance .

When Beiquan said that it was difficult to speak clearly on the phone, Mr. Xie said that he could meet and talk in detail.

Beiquan made an appointment to meet in a nearby park.

Before going out, Wei Fuyuan once asked him why he chose an open-air place like a park. Wouldn't it be better to find a small shop where you can sit down like last time?

Hearing this, Beiquan narrowed his eyes, and showed that fox-like deep and sly smile again.

He didn't say anything, just patted Wei Fuyuan on the shoulder, and went out with his suitcase and long-handled black umbrella.

The two of them made an appointment with the prop master at nine o'clock in the morning.

However, Bei Quan deliberately arrived 15 minutes early and walked around the meeting place, not knowing what he did.

"right here?"

Wei Fuyuan followed Beiquan, very puzzled.

The park in the morning is actually very lively.

There are more than 200 aunts and aunts in the square 20 meters away. They are divided into two teams and dance in the air with "Little Apple" and "Surprise All the Way". Elderly people and young people on morning exercise are circling the perimeter of the park's green belt.

But Beiquan avoided all these crowded places, found an inaccessible lawn in the shade behind the greenhouse, and specially selected a bench hidden behind palm trees.

Because this place is really not easy to find, so after another 10 minutes, the prop master surnamed Xie found the two of them.

Beiquan stood up and shook hands with the other party with a smile.

But Mr. Xie didn't care about these false rituals at all, he just said:

"Do you really have a clue about Shuangshuang?!"

"Don't worry."

Beiquan smiled and pointed to the bench in front of him, "Let's sit down and talk."

The prop master sat down, his eyes widened, staring straight at Beiquan, his eyes were burning, revealing an abnormal frenzy.

"Now you can talk!?"

Beiquan smiled slightly, and pointed behind the prop master:

"Look over there."

The prop master turned his head reflexively.

In the next second, his body softened and he leaned back on the bench.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

This time he was standing obliquely behind, with a very good angle, and he could clearly see how Beiquan shot.

Just now, Beiquan took advantage of the moment the prop master turned his head and pointed to a knife, then raised the "knife" and landed, precisely cutting at the junction of the opponent's cervical spine and skull.

Poor Mr. Xie didn't even hum, and passed out in seconds as soon as he rolled his eyes.

This move is so familiar, Wei Fuyuan thought through gritted teeth.

At the same time, goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck, as if the pain from being knocked unconscious by Beiquan the previous two times had returned.

——It’s no wonder that you want to meet people in such a remote corner, so this guy planned to come up and knock people down from the very beginning! ?

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan was shocked again.

He looked up and around, and quickly found the park's surveillance camera on a lamppost:

"Fuck!"

Young Master Wei's face turned blue, he turned his head and shouted at Beiquan:

"Don't do it in public! It's all been photographed, it's criminal evidence!"

Bei Quan seemed to think that Young Master Wei's panicked jumping was very funny, he didn't explain it immediately, but smiled and admired Wei Fuyuan's handsome flushed face for a moment, then he took out the cow's tears and handed them to him.

"Come on, spray it."

Wei Fuyuan didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd, but he still took the cow's tears and sprayed them in his eyes.

Beiquan raised his hand and pointed, "Now look at the surveillance camera."

Wei Fuyuan did as he did, and then froze.

At some point, a cloud of white mist appeared on the surveillance camera, like a cover, tightly covering the lens.

"Don't worry, no matter what we are doing now, the surveillance will not be able to capture it."

Only then did Wei Fuyuan realize that Beiquan's wandering around the neighborhood just now was not purely for a walk.

He also did more important things - such as using small tricks to prevent their "illegal behavior" from leaving evidence.

"alright."

Young Master Wei felt a little relieved, and turned to Beiquan to ask:

"But what do you want to do by putting this man down?"

Beiquan smiled and waved to him:

"Xiaowei, come here."

Wei Fuyuan was about to move his legs out of conditioned reflex, but he was cheated more times, and he immediately became alert again:

"What are you doing!?"

— Tsk, it’s not easy to lie!

Beiquan thought rather regretfully.

He pointed at the unconscious man leaning on the back of the chair:

"I want your help to 'look' at his memory."

It took Wei Fuyuan two seconds to understand the meaning of the word "Look", and then his face changed suddenly.

"Fuck!"

He blurted out:

"You don't mean like the two previous times—"

Beiquan smiled very frankly:

"correct."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

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If possible, Young Master Wei really didn't want to experience the experience of being forced to see a certain memory of another person after being knocked out by Beiquan.

He tried to bargain with Beiquan, "Can't you go and see for yourself?"

"Indeed it is."

Beiquan shrugged, then bent his eyes, and smiled innocently at Wei Fuyuan:

"That's why I need you so much."

When Bei Quan said this, he deliberately lowered his voice, and deliberately put emphasis on the word "need", making this sentence sound particularly ambiguous.

Obviously, although this move was simple, it hit the Achilles heel of Young Master Wei.

He turned around a few times in agitation, and struggled for 5 minutes between resigning on the spot and reluctantly yielding.

Finally he stopped and turned to look at Beiquan:

"This man is alive..."

He confirmed to his boss:

"So what I'll see later, it won't be too scary, will it?"

Beiquan nodded, and replied with a gentle tone like coaxing a child:

"You just need to take a look at Yan Shuangshuang in his memory, and who was by her side at that time."

Beiquan spoke so lightly, as if he just asked Wei Fuyuan to open the door to see if there was anyone else in the bathroom.

Wei Fuyuan gave in.

However, he stubbornly made his final request:

"Can you stop patting me on the back of the head?"

Beiquan frowned in embarrassment.

"This move is the fastest."

He muttered to himself:

"If I don't shoot the back of your head, I'm afraid I won't be able to shoot it..."

Wei Fuyuan: "What did you shoot?"

Beiquan:

"There's no way, that's the only way..."

As he spoke, he stood up, walked in front of Wei Fuyuan, and stood opposite him, the distance between the two was less than twenty centimeters.

Young Master Wei was taken aback by the sudden approach that broke through the safe distance, and before he had time to retreat, Bei Quan stretched out his hands impressively, wrapping him in his arms.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

Beiquan's arms were not tightly encircled, but it was indeed a hug.

Young Master Wei only felt a "buzz" in his ears, blood rushed to his cheeks, his mind went blank, and he couldn't think at all:

"You, you, what are you doing—poof!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Bei Quan had already patted him hard on the back.

Wei Fuyuan felt as if he was hit in the chest by a North American brown bear, his heart, liver, spleen and stomach were all displaced, and the left and right lung lobes almost spit out from his throat.

Under the force of the impact, Young Master Wei threw himself forward subconsciously, and fell into Beiquan's arms.

In the next second, he felt himself being picked up by the back of the neck, lifted up like a rabbit, and flung forward lightly.

——How is this possible!

When Wei Fuyuan flew out, his heart collapsed to the extreme.

He is obviously a strong man with a height of 1.8 meters [-], even if Beiquan is the weightlifting world champion, it is impossible to throw him two meters away like throwing an empty sack! ?

However, before he had time to think about it, Wei Fuyuan spread his arms and legs like a flying squirrel, and rushed straight at the prop master surnamed Xie who was lying on the seat.

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In the midst of dizziness, Wei Fuyuan felt that he was once again plunged into a mass of viscous liquid.

He barely opened his eyes and found himself in a strange office.

The office is very large, and the decoration style fully complies with the two principles of "cleanliness" and "efficiency". Two rows of computer desks with partitions are neatly arranged on the left and right, and can accommodate at least 12 people to work together.

Wei Fuyuan realized that this was the perspective of the prop master Xie, and he had already entered the memory of the other party.

Sure enough, he saw himself standing up, holding a stack of drawings in his hand, and hurried towards the door of the office.

Wei Fuyuan, or the prop master at the time, was in a hurry and bumped into someone at the corner of the corridor.

The woman let out an exclamation and took a step back.

"oops!"

The other party shouted:

"Thank you, what are you in a hurry for? My shoulder is going to be knocked crooked by you!"

The prop master obviously recognized the other party, he quickly apologized:

"Xiao Mo, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you just now!"

The woman bent down to pick up the folder that fell on the ground, and turned her head to the other person and said:

"It's okay, I'm not hurt, Shuangshuang, don't worry."

Wei Fuyuan heard the tool master ask:

"Who are you talking to?"

"Let me introduce you to my new colleague."

The woman smiled and replied:

"How about this one with big eyes and small face, isn't she pretty?"

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pulled out a young girl from behind the corner of the wall.

The eyes of the prop master Xie followed the woman's hand grabbing the opponent's arm and moved to the other person's face.

What caught his eyes first was a palm-sized delicate oval face and a pair of almond-shaped Jianshuiqiu pupils.

"She just came to our department for an internship this month."

The woman spoke her name.

"It's called Yan Shuangshuang, the color of Yan, and the frost of Shuangxue."