Thriller Night Talk

The accommodation conditions are bad, but the cash-strapped Young Master Wei can't afford to live in a hotel, so he can only join the job on the same day. First, he spent two hours cleaning and cleaning the utility room, and then spent three hours buying a simple single-person bed from IKEA. The bed, assembled by myself, is at least a nest in the storage room.

After tossing all the way, it was already evening.

During this period, the beautiful girl named Zhu Ling came to the door of the storage room to take a look, met Wei Fuyuan's eyes, said "huh" coldly, and left, her attitude was extremely unfriendly.

It was the three-year-old chubby baby Tian who came to deliver tea twice to the busy Young Master Wei, although he didn't help, Wei Fuyuan was already very moved.

After finishing his work, Wei Fuyuan took a quick shower in the bathroom on the second floor, and when he went downstairs, it was just in time for dinner.

The so-called dinner was just a delivery nearby, and Beiquan was the only person sitting at the dining table.

Wei Fuyuan was so happy that he couldn't see the fierce Zhu Ling, but he was concerned: "Aren't you going to eat with a raise?"

"Oh, you said a raise."

Beiquan has sat down at the table and is unpacking the takeaway package:

"He's on the balcony on the roof, don't worry about him."

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

The causal relationship of this answer is so strange that Young Master Wei really can't understand it.

However, as a part-timer who came to work on the first day, he chose not to delve into this matter.

The takeaway is a simple two meat, one vegetarian and one soup plus two boxes of fried rice. The taste is quite big, not bad, but it is only enough to fill the stomach.

"The contract says three meals a day, right? But we don't have anyone to cook here..."

Beiquan picked up a chopstick of sour radish and mixed it into the fried rice, thinking for a while:

"How about this, if I'm here, eat with me, if I'm not, just order a takeaway, keep the receipt, and reimburse Zhu Ling at the end of the month."

It is beautiful and delicious, and it is also a good thing to eat with a handsome guy every meal.

He nodded calmly.

"Is there a limit on the cost of meals?"

Beiquan didn't seem to have thought about this, blinked and asked:

"You eat a lot?"

This question was too heart-wrenching, no matter how thick-skinned Wei Fuyuan was, he couldn't nod his head.

"well enough."

He could only give a compromise answer.

"That's fine."

Beiquan rolled his eyes, then lowered his head and went to pick up the vegetables.

The two were relatively silent and finished their takeaway meal in silence.

When packing the lunch box, Master Wei had a rare EQ online once, and offered to ask if there was anything he could do.

Beiquan shook his head.

"Not now."

He smiled and said, "But on Thursday night, you have to come and help."

The only radio program that "Santuchuan" was in charge of was at twelve o'clock midnight on Thursday, and it was probably one or two o'clock before the equipment was sorted out after the program was broadcast.

Wei Fuyuan has class on Friday morning, but the teacher is not strict, so it is not difficult to skip it.

——No wonder the requirement of “being able to stay up late” is written in the recruitment notice.

"no problem."

He patted his heart and promised, "I'll come over after class."

Bei Quan nodded in satisfaction, his eyes went up and down Wei Fuyuan's body twice.

"You are in good shape."

As he spoke, Beiquan raised his hand and squeezed Wei Fuyuan's arm, touching the hard muscle through his clothes.

"Do you usually exercise?"

As a gay guy, Wei Fuyuan was praised for his figure by another handsome guy he liked, and immediately raised his tail like a peacock with its tail spread.

"That is."

Master Wei rolled up his sleeves, revealing smooth and firm muscles:

"Don't look at me as a business student. I usually go to the gym, and I have practiced karate and Krav Maga for several years. My skills are amazing!"

Beiquan rolled his eyes and smiled brightly.

"Then, you must be quite courageous, too?"

The color on Wei Fuyuan's face froze for a moment.

He thought of the humiliating experience of being lost and terrified this morning.

It's just that Young Master Wei has always refused to admit his weakness, so he selectively forgot the memory during the day.

"That's for sure!"

He patted his chest, "I'm amazing!"

"That's good."

Beiquan was still smiling.

"Then I look forward to your performance on Thursday night."

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In a blink of an eye, it will be Thursday, April 4.

On this day, Wei Fuyuan skipped the third and fourth electives in the afternoon and arrived at "Santuchuan" early.

It's just that he soon discovered that broadcast day didn't seem to be any different from usual.

After dinner, Beiquan brought Wei Fuyuan into the studio on the second floor and let him familiarize himself with the equipment briefly.

The operation of the mixer is relatively complicated, and Beiquan didn't bother to talk about it. He just explained to Wei Fuyuan that he didn't have to come in during the broadcast anyway, and he only needed to watch his gestures outside and operate the two main switch buttons.

Thursday night at eleven fifty-five.

Wei Fuyuan stayed outside the studio, watching Beiquan sit in front of the mixer through a glass window.

Then he saw his boss hang a small yellow paper packet from the speaker.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

What kind of strange operation is this?

But there was no time to think about it, and the zero o'clock arrived soon.

"Welcome to Midnight Radio's "Thriller Night Talk", this is the anchor Bei Quan."

Beiquan's soft and slightly hoarse voice came from the speaker:

"Please tell your story, however bizarre it may be."

Wei Fuyuan secretly sighed "It sounds good".

After eating and drinking in "Santuchuan" for nearly a week, he was already very used to Beiquan's voice.

It's just that he didn't expect that Beiquan's deliberately low voice sounded so magnetic when he was working, as if he was holding a hook, making people's hearts feel like a kitten's claws scratching, crisp and itchy.

"I believe everyone has been waiting very anxiously, right?"

Beiquan's voice continued.

"Okay, without further ado, let's get through tonight's listener hotline."

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

Fuck, this hosting style omits even the basic opening chatter and gets straight to the point, it's so pure and unpretentious!

——Really, you should report a hotline number anyway!

Master Wei complained in his heart.

However, what he never expected was that the phone rang at the same time that his thoughts came to mind.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback again.

He couldn't help but sat up straight, stretched his neck and looked into the recording room, trying to find the ringing phone following the ringtone.

"Ah, it seems that our audience today is very enthusiastic."

There was a smile in Beiquan's voice.

"Okay, let's hear what he or she has to say."

Before Wei Fuyuan found the phone that was hidden somewhere, he saw Beiquan lightly press on the mixer.

[You... hello? 】

A timid voice came over the radio.

It's a young man.

He tentatively asked:

【can you hear? 】

"Hello, I heard you very clearly."

Beiquan straightened the microphone in front of him and replied:

"What should I call you?"

【Call me Mr. A...】

The male voice on the other end of the phone hesitated.

【Actually... I recently encountered a strange thing, and I really don't know what to do...】

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"You mean, precognitive dreams?"

Beiquan asked.

[Yes...]

The young boy who called himself Mr. A paused, as if organizing his words.

【Actually, I don’t know whether that can be regarded as a prophetic dream...】

Beiquan comforted softly: "It's okay, you can speak slowly."

[Probably not long ago... I don't remember how long it was, but it must have been... two or three months, right? 】

Jun A's voice trembled slightly.

[I... occasionally have a strange dream, dreaming that I am staying in a prison cell. 】

Beiquan: "Oh? What kind of cell is it?"

Mr. A followed the guide and continued:

【It’s that kind of dark and narrow iron cage. It’s empty inside. There’s nothing there... My hands and feet are handcuffed. It’s that kind of ancient shackles, you know?It's made of wood, it's stuck around the neck, and you can't move it with your hands tied in front. 】

Beiquan: "Yes, I know."

【I was shackled in a cage like a dog, I couldn’t even stand up...】

Mr. A on the other end of the phone let out a gasp.

[But it's not the scariest thing, do you understand? 】

He paused:

【If this is just a dream, then it's just a somewhat scary nightmare... But, but...】

There was a slight tremor in Jun A's voice.

【Because, there... in that cell, I am not the only one...】

Once he started talking, Mr. A's expression became smoother.

[Although the prison is very dark, I can still vaguely see several identical cages in a circle, and in each cage is a person in chains like me. 】

"How many cages?"

Beiquan asked: "How many cages are there?"

[I counted, there are five in total. 】

Mr. A answered with certainty:

[A total of five, absolutely correct. 】

Beiquan smiled and nodded lightly, "And then? Can you see the other people in the cage clearly?"

【No, can't! 】

Mr. A replied:

[The prison is too dark, I can't see their appearance, but I can distinguish male and female from their body shape and voice. 】

Beiquan: "Oh? So, you can not only see images in your dreams, but also hear sounds?"

【Yes, I can hear voices... In fact, it’s not just voices. Apart from vision, hearing, smell, and touch are very clear. Everything in the dream is too real, terrifyingly real!It's not like dreaming at all! 】

Mr. A choked up on the other end of the phone:

[I, I can clearly hear their screams! 】

"Oh?"

Beiquan was a little surprised:

"Why are they screaming?"

【Because they are being tortured! 】

Mr. A suddenly raised the volume:

【They were tortured by [that thing] one by one, and then, they died! 】

"and many more."

Bei Quan softly interrupted Mr. A's statement that began to become confused.

"Let's start with your first dream."

He paused:

"At that time, what did you dream about?"