Thriller Night Talk

"Tick, tick, tick..."

Faintly, Lan Tian heard the sound of water dripping on the ground.

She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up in the dark, and turned on the bedside lamp.

During this period of time, Lan Tian was a little mentally weak, and often suffered from insomnia until the early hours of the morning. Even if he managed to fall asleep, it was only a light sleep, and he would be easily awakened by the slightest disturbance.

Lan Tian's parents thought that her daughter hadn't recovered from the shock of her fiancé being murdered, and only Lan Tian knew what it was that made her fearful and restless every day.

The dripping stopped when the lights came on.

Lan Tian sat on the bed, grabbed the quilt tightly, and listened attentively for 3 minutes with his ears pricked up.

There was no more sound.

Lan Tian breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down back in the bed again.

She reached out to turn off the light, but changed her mind when she touched the button, only dimming it slightly.

Before closing his eyes, Lan Tian looked around vigilantly again, making sure that there was nothing abnormal in the room, and finally he was relieved.

But she hadn't had time to get sleepy again—"tick", it was the sound of water dripping to the ground.

Lan Tian sat up from the bed in a jerk.

"Tick."

There was another dripping sound.

This time she finally found the source of the sound.

A vase on the dressing table cracked at some point, and water seeped out, and the water stains had already dripped to the edge of the table.

Lan Tian has been depressed recently, she finally fell asleep, only to be woken up by the leaking vase, which made her extremely irritable.

She resisted the urge to smash the vase, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Lan Tian took a step forward.

"Snapped!"

Unprepared, she stepped on something wet and slippery.

Lan Tian looked down instinctively.

She was horrified to find that there was a pool of bright red and viscous liquid under her feet.

Although the light in the room is not too bright, the color and touch of the liquid immediately reminds people of the word "blood".

Lan Tian opened his mouth wide, but the scream was stuck in his throat, and only the breath sound of "hehe" remained in his throat.

Instinctively, she withdrew her feet, jumped onto the bed, and inevitably rubbed those bright reds onto the quilt.

"No, no!"

Lan Tian's mind was in turmoil, she cried and screamed brokenly:

"How could there be blood, how could there be blood here!?"

At this moment, her blood-stained sheet suddenly sank down.

Feeling the sudden pulling force, Lan Tian reflexively turned his head to look at it, and was immediately terrified.

A hand was grabbing the corner of her quilt, pulling down the thin air conditioner inch by inch.

Lan Tian's whole body trembled like chaff.

She was obviously terrified, but like a statue under a petrification curse, she froze on the bed, unable to move at all. She could only open her tearful eyes wide and stare at the hand that was pulling her quilt.

Obviously, it was a woman's hand.

The hand shape is slender, the joints are not obvious, and the wrist is lonely.

But at this time, this beautiful and well-proportioned hand was covered with dirt and blood, so dirty that the true color of the skin could not be seen.

"Ugh-"

Lan Tian squeezed out a choked sob from his throat in despair.

But what made her even more desperate was yet to come.

Because immediately, the other hand also climbed onto her quilt.

First two hands, then two arms, then a disheveled head...

Like squeezing toothpaste, a woman squeezed out of Lan Tian's narrow bed, which was only ten centimeters long, like a squashed giant spider, slowly climbed onto her bed step by step, using both hands and feet.

"Woo—no—"

Lan Tian was completely paralyzed from fright, and his whole body was trapped in the mattress, without even the courage to escape.

The woman climbed onto her body, stretched out her hands covered in mud and blood, and grabbed Lan Tian's neck.

In the pain of suffocation, Lan Tian desperately opened his mouth wide like a fish out of water.

She wanted to beg for mercy, apologize, cry, and call for help.

But she couldn't even pronounce a single syllable...

……

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At three o'clock in the morning, Bei Quan, holding a black umbrella, walked out of Lan Tian's villa side by side with Wei Fuyuan.

"...Is it really okay to just leave people there like this?"

Having walked 20 meters, Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but look back at the mansion behind him.

"It's okay, the rest of her affairs are out of our control."

Beiquan didn't even glance back from the corner of his eye:

"Of course someone in charge will look for her tomorrow."

Wei Fuyuan let out an "oh".

After walking a few steps forward, he asked again:

"Why don't you just let me see Lan Tian's memory, but use such a roundabout method?"

Beiquan looked sideways at his assistant:

"I thought you hated looking at other people's memories."

Wei Fuyuan: "I really don't like it very much."

The feeling of being integrated into other people's memory is really strange, the feeling of being wrapped in some kind of viscous liquid makes him get goose bumps every time.

And what Beiquan needs him to see is usually not a pleasant thing.

Not to mention the pre-death experience in the first two episodes, even looking at Yan Shuangshuang from the perspective of a prop master, he still couldn't enjoy the joy of admiring beautiful women. Looking back afterwards, only the word "weird" can be used to describe it.

But he is not willing to watch, and Beiquan thinks that "you don't need him to watch" are two completely different concepts.

Wei Fuyuan also couldn't tell what he was thinking—anyway, he just hoped that Beiquan would find him useful, and that he wanted Beiquan to rely on him as much as possible.

"But it's also convenient to take a look..."

Young Master Wei found a reason for himself to hold back his respect.

"Haha."

Beiquan laughed.

"At that time, we didn't know what role Lan Tian played in this case, and we didn't know where to intercept her memory if we wanted to check it. We can't let you go through what she has experienced in the past few months from beginning to end. Let's do it again."

Beiquan paused:

"So I simply used a nightmare to make her fall into a nightmare. After being frightened for good or bad, the psychological defense line completely collapsed, and I recruited everything."

"Oh."

Wei Fuyuan nodded:

"So it is."

The eldest young master was satisfied, the entanglement in his heart dissipated, and he regained his energy.

Beiquan looked sideways at Wei Fuyuan.

He said in his heart that even if an ordinary person only experiences an out-of-body experience, he will lie in bed for most of the day and cannot get up.It's also thanks to your extremely strong horoscope, the golden light of merit and virtue, and your strong body, so that you can withstand my slapping your life soul out and stuffing it back like a ball, and you can still be alive and kicking after tossing back and forth.

——Besides, I don't know if I will take another shot of you later, so it's better to take it easy and save the opportunity when you need it most.

Of course, Beiquan felt that there was no need to tell Young Master Wei about these words.

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After the two left Lan Tian's villa, they didn't go back to "Santuchuan" directly, but went to another place non-stop.

This time, their destination was Mingtai Mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Although Mingtai Mountain is called a "mountain", in terms of height, it can only be regarded as a hill.

It is located in the eastern outskirts of Fengxing City. In ancient times, it was the site of the royal garden, but now it has been converted into a park. It is one of the lesser-known attractions among the dozens of optional attractions around this historic ancient city.

Wei Fuyuan drove, Beiquan took the co-pilot, and it took the two of them more than an hour to reach Mingtai Mountain.

In the middle of the night, of course the park was not open.

Holding umbrellas, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan walked in through the main entrance, and walked to the back of Mingtai Mountain according to the information Lan Tian told them just now.

It was four twenty in the morning.

The back mountain of Mingtai Mountain is huge, and Beiquan wanted to end this matter before dawn, so he released Guan Hu Suying to help.

The little snow-white fox rushed into the night like a gust of wind, and disappeared in a flash.

After 15 minutes, it turned back and circled Beiquan twice.

Beiquan smiled at Wei Fuyuan:

"found it."

Guan Hu Suying led the two of them to the northern slope of the back mountain.

There are too many places to go in Fengxing City.

Mingtai Mountain is not a popular scenic spot, and the things to see and do are basically concentrated in the front mountain, while the back mountain is usually a place where not many tourists come even on holidays.

Apart from the scattered pines and cypresses and shrubs on the north slope, there is only a small pavilion.

But just before dawn, in a suburban park with no one in the surrounding area, in a small pavilion with blue tiles and red pillars, there was a young woman sitting.

Here and now, a girl stays alone in a dilapidated pavilion halfway up the hill, even the most generous person can't help but think of the three words "Damn".

When Wei Fuyuan saw her from afar, he couldn't help shivering.

But the woman in front of him is completely different from the female ghost in white or red clothes and disheveled hair in the ghost movies he used to.

The girl sitting in the pavilion was wearing a light blue dress, her long curly hair was combed into a ponytail, and her back looked very clean and tidy, without any embarrassment.

"Mo Yuqing."

Beiquan called out.

The woman in the pavilion turned her head in response.

After seeing the other party's face, Young Master Wei secretly let out a sigh of relief.

The person in the pavilion was indeed Mo Yuqing.

Just like her image in the archives, Mo Yuqing is very beautiful.

Even in the dark, with only dim street lights around, the two could see that the other had put on light makeup, and the corners of the eyebrows and eyes revealed the beauty and delicacy after careful grooming.

Mo Yuqing stared at Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan for a moment, then turned her head away, as if she didn't care about their appearance.

Beiquan didn't care about the girl's indifference at all, he walked to the gazebo by himself, put his hands on it, jumped over the railing and jumped in, and sat beside Mo Yuqing.

"what are you doing here?"

Beiquan asked.

Mo Yuqing tilted her head, as if she was seriously thinking about Beiquan's question.

"Well, I'm waiting for someone..."

She was silent for a full minute before answering softly.

As soon as Mo Yuqing spoke, both Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan recognized that her voice was indeed exactly the same as Xiaoqing's voice they had heard on the hotline.

"Oh?"

Beiquan asked with a smile:

"Who are you waiting for?"