Thriller Night Talk

Ah Yun hung up the phone.

Beiquan ended today's program, but instead of sending Wei Fuyuan back to sleep as usual, he left the studio in a hurry, and when passing by Wei Fuyuan, he only confessed:

"Follow."

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He was bewildered, but he did it anyway.

Beiquan went downstairs quickly and went straight to the study.

The door of the study room was closed, Wei Fuyuan saw Beiquan come to the door, raised his hand, and knocked twice.

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

About five seconds later, the door opened from the inside, and it was Zhu Ling who opened the door.

The girl was neatly dressed and her face was cold and solemn. It was clearly in the early hours of the morning, but there was still no trace of tiredness on her face. She looked as if she had been sitting in the room without falling asleep, and she hadn't even changed her pajamas.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

It never occurred to him that Zhu Ling slept in the study at night.

But Wei Fuyuan clearly remembered that Beiquan's study room only had a desk and a bunch of bookcases, and there was no place to sleep at all!

——No way, could it be that Zhu Ling was playing the floor?

He couldn't help but glanced into the room.

The floor was clean, no sheets, no bedding.

Wei Fuyuan was even more puzzled.

He remembered that it took only five or six seconds for Beiquan to knock on the door and Zhuling to open the door. How could she clean up in such a short time?

"what's up?"

Zhu Ling leaned against the door and asked Beiquan in a low voice.

"Let me know..."

Beiquan lowered his voice and said a word vaguely, even if Young Master Wei tried his best to prick up his ears, he couldn't hear clearly.

"This time the case involves a group of college students. I suspect they are trapped in space debris—I don't know what their situation is now, but it must not be delayed any longer. We will start the investigation now."

Beiquan clearly explained the situation to Zhu Ling:

"Go and check to see if there is any news of students missing during this period, and immediately hand over the investigation to me."

After Zhu Ling listened, he nodded without further ado, turned around and left the study, and went upstairs briskly.

Beiquan turned his head and said to Wei Fuyuan, "Come in."

The attitude has never been more serious.

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

He entered the study in a daze, and sat down in his own assistant chair.

He looked down at his watch, it was already 01:30 in the morning.

Strictly speaking, today was Friday, and he was supposed to go back to school in a few hours, but judging by Beiquan's appearance, it was obvious that he had no intention of letting him go back to sleep at all.

Just when Wei Fuyuan wanted to inquire about Beiquan's plan in detail, Zhu Ling came back.

In her hand was a stack of newspapers and faxes, and a cordless landline extension.

"Listen to the phone."

Zhu Ling handed the extension to Beiquan.

Beiquan took the phone, put it close to his ear, skipped all the pleasantries, and exchanged a few words with the person on the other end of the phone quickly.

"Okay, I know."

Beiquan finally said:

"Sorry, this is an emergency."

I don't know what to say on the other end of the phone, Beiquan nodded, "Okay, goodbye."

He hung up the phone and turned to Zhu Ling, still without a smile on his face:

"What did you find?"

Zhu Ling put all the materials in his hand on the desk.

"You guessed right. The police did receive a report yesterday. Several teachers and students of Fengxing University lost contact after going out."

Without even looking at it, she directly took out a sheet from the stack of papers and handed it to Beiquan.

It was a missing person record.

At the end of last month, that is, on May 5, a group of third-year students from the Photography Department of Fengxing University, led by their counselors, went out to collect scenery by car. The destination was a newly developed ethnic holiday villa in the mountainous area of ​​southern Henan.

They were originally scheduled to arrive at the resort on the evening of the 31st. On the evening of the same day, some students contacted their parents, saying that they took a wrong turn on the road during the day and could only spend the night in the mountains. Fortunately, they found an abandoned village so that they would not have to sleep in the wilderness. and so on.

Although the parents were a little worried, they thought that the children were adults, and there were teachers leading the team, and there were a lot of people in the team, and it was not so dangerous to go to the barren mountains and old forests, so they should not encounter any danger, so they reminded them not to run around at night , After staying in the house well, I won't worry about it anymore.

Unexpectedly, from the next day, that is, on June 6, no one could contact anyone in the collection team.The parents contacted the resort they originally planned to stay in, and the answer from the other party was that the guests who made the reservation had not yet arrived.

The distraught parents quickly organized and called the police in the early morning of June 6.

"I see."

After reading the missing records, Beiquan continued to ask:

"So, has anyone ever looked for them?"

"Have."

Zhu Ling replied:

"The local police immediately organized forest rangers and firefighting units to search and rescue."

After all, it was a group of college students who went missing, and all parties must have paid special attention to it. Two hours after receiving the alarm, the search was quickly launched.

Because the students had contacted relatives and friends when they disappeared, and some people insisted on posting photos of the deserted village where everyone stayed overnight in the circle of friends despite the poor mobile phone signal, so the local police quickly locked down their last contact with the outside world. The location was "Xuanmen Village", and they quickly arrived at the accident site.

The search and rescue team found two small cars rented by the students outside the village, as well as their luggage, mobile phones and photographic equipment that they almost never leave the village. We left the deserted village on foot.

"There are no traces of fighting or violence in the village."

Zhu Ling said:

"So the police speculated that they walked into the forest by themselves and got lost in it."

She paused, then added:

"But the strange thing is that it rained that night and the mountain road was very muddy, but the search and rescue team failed to find the footprints of the students near the village, so it was impossible to tell which direction they went."

"From yesterday to now, the search and rescue team has been searching for more than 24 hours, and almost turned the land near Xuanmen Village upside down, but so far they have not been able to find any clues about these children."

Beiquan listened carefully to the girl's words, and quickly flipped through the materials at hand while listening.

What he was looking at was the list of missing teachers and students.

As "Ayun" said in the hotline just now, the missing photography team consisted of eight people, including one teacher and seven students.

The male teacher who leads the team is called Song Qi. He is young, only 32 years old, but he got married very early, and his son is five years old this year.

The other seven students, four men and three women, are all third-year students in the Photography Department of Fengxing University. They have a good relationship. Two of them are still a young couple.

Beiquan touched his chin:

"I asked just now, 'there' sent people to look today, and they didn't find any 'things'..."

He said something that Wei Fuyuan found difficult to understand, then frowned, and thought for a moment:

"understood."

Beiquan said:

"We will set off at dawn tomorrow to visit Xuanmen Village."

With that said, he handed the information he had just read to Wei Fuyuan:

"Keep these verbatim in mind, you know?"

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

According to what Beiquan meant, the word "we" in his mouth obviously included his assistant, that is, Wei Fuyuan himself.

But today is Friday, and Wei Fuyuan obviously has to go back to school.

He couldn't help being a little anxious:

"Then what about my class?"

Those students have been missing for three days, and even professional local search and rescue personnel failed to find clues. Even if they want to help find people, they still don't know how to start. The southern Henan mountain area is not too close to Fengxing City. Come and go, there is no certainty when I can come back.

"In our university, if you are absent from class for no reason, you will not only fail the course, but you may even have to demerit it!"

Beiquan turned his head to look at Wei Fuyuan, his gaze went back and forth on him several times.

"Yes, I almost forgot that you are still a student."

As he spoke, he opened the drawer, rummaged through the messy pile of papers, and pulled out a stack of crumpled—blank medical certificates from a corner. Filled it out in a fluttering manner, and photographed it in front of Wei Fuyuan.

Wei Fuyuan looked down, and saw that it was written in handwriting that was quite the essence of the prescription:

Diagnosis: acute mumps.

Suggestion: Take a full week off.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

——Dare you not only have false certificates, but even fake sick leave notes!

Although the diagnosis certificate is stamped with a red stamp from a large tertiary hospital in this city, it is true that you can take it back to school and apply for leave, but...

Wei Fuyuan still struggled a bit:

"Here, I was fine during the day... suddenly I got mumps, isn't it a bit fake?"

Beiquan thought about it sideways, and felt that his assistant was right.

So he decided to do a full set of plays.

"Well, wait a minute... I'll look for it..."

He stood up, walked to the corner of the room, squatted down, and opened a hidden drawer under the bookcase.

"I remember it was supposed to be here - there it is!"

With that said, Beiquan straightened his waist, holding a small spray bottle in his hand.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

For some reason, a very bad premonition faintly rose in his heart.

At this time, Beiquan had already walked in front of him, opened the bottle cap, aimed at the bottom of his right ear, and sprayed it quickly and precisely.

"Fuck!!"

In the next second, Wei Fuyuan jumped up as if he had stepped on a switch.

He only felt that the skin sprayed by the unknown liquid seemed to have countless fine needles in an instant, stinging and itching, burning, not so painful that it was unbearable, but the feeling was extremely sour and unbearable!

Wei Fuyuan raised his hand to touch it, and immediately became more desperate.

Because his cheeks swelled up quickly, and instantly turned into an asymmetrical big face plate!

"Well, yes, this is very similar."

Beiquan nodded in satisfaction:

"You take a selfie, and send it to your classmates along with the diagnosis certificate, and ask them to ask for leave for you. I guarantee that no one will doubt you."

He rolled his eyes and added with a smile:

"Don't worry, go wash your face later, and you will be back to normal in a few hours."

The author has something to say: Fengmen Village is actually an ordinary abandoned village located on the outskirts of Jiaozuo, Henan. I don’t know when rumors of ghosts began to spread, such as evil Feng Shui, strange funeral customs, etc. The more specific haunted incident is the pillow While seeing grimaces, the Taishi chair shakes by itself, etc.~

Don't be afraid, don't worry about Baidu, it's not scary!