Thriller Night Talk

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

He really wants to ask me why I am stupid?But he refused to admit defeat easily, his gaze swept over the buildings of the still unspoiled "Xuanmen Village" one by one, and suddenly he patted himself on the thigh: "Ah!"

He cried out:

"I know where they live!"

He suddenly realized, and stretched out his hand to point at the hillside:

"They live in those two rooms, don't they!"

After careful observation, Wei Fuyuan discovered the clue.

Although I don't know how long the time difference between the "Xuanmen Village" in this fragmented space and the Xuanmen Village in their time and space is, but if you take a closer look, you can see that the arrangement of the houses in the village is actually the same as other villages. There is almost no difference in the abandoned village I stayed in.

Combined with the clues mentioned by Ayun on the hotline, Wei Fuyuan finally understood why Beiquan laughed at him for being "so stupid" - the missing teachers and students should of course sleep in the two rooms where they used to stay. In the house!

Beiquan nodded with a smile.

For some reason, Wei Fuyuan saw the elder-like kindness in his boss' eyes, as if a father was pleased to see his stupid son finally enlightened.

Wei Fuyuan felt a little upset for some reason.

He suddenly found that he was very unhappy to be looked down upon by Beiquan.

——Obviously the difference between the two is five or six years at most, so why does he always look at me like a child!

Xuanmen Village is not big, and it only takes a few minutes to walk from the river to the two connected courtyards on the hillside at the head of the village.

Young Master Wei's vaguely uncomfortable entanglement hadn't calmed down yet, and the two of them had already walked to the two small courtyards.

Beiquan chose the one on the left.

The fence gate in the yard is closed, but it is not locked. It is only loosely fastened from the inside with a small wooden stake, which can be opened by pulling it out.

"Hmm, the simple folk custom of not closing the door at night."

Beiquan commented with a smile.

Then he didn't knock on the door at all, he just pulled out the small stake used to fasten the door, opened the door and went straight into the yard.

The courtyard was quiet, and the people living inside seemed to have not woken up yet.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stepped over the threshold, entered the small courtyard, and went straight to the west wing.

I don't know if the west wing room is not locked or all the locks have no effect on Beiquan. Anyway, he pushed the door lightly, and the door opened.

What appeared in front of the two was a classic bedroom layout in the countryside of southern Henan that can only be seen in period dramas today.

The lighting in the room is very poor, so even in the early morning, the room is very dark, and you can smell a stale smell unique to old houses in your breath. Old-fashioned bedding with blue and tricolor.

I don't know if the position of the kang was intentional, or it was just a coincidence, anyway, when Wei Fuyuan entered the door, he saw two pairs of big feet facing him.

Young Master Wei frowned uncomfortably.

He couldn't tell if it was some kind of intuition, but he just felt that there was something wrong with the layout of the room.

"Well, that's interesting."

At this time, Beiquan beside him laughed softly.

Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan.

Beiquan seemed to see his doubts, and explained with a smile:

"There is a custom in many places, especially in rural areas, that you must never turn your feet to the door when sleeping inside the house."

Wei Fuyuan pointed to the room:

"Like this?"

Beiquan nodded:

"Foot facing the door is the way of the dead."

Wei Fuyuan: "Damn it!!"

He was startled, rushed into the house, lifted the thin blanket and went to check the life and death of the two people on the kang.

There were two young men lying on the kang, and it looked like the missing person they were looking for.

The two of them didn't wear the hand-sewn homespun shirts of the villagers, but a loose printed T-shirt of 40 to [-] yuan on the upper body, and big pants that can be used to walk birds with their legs apart. It is completely a male dormitory in a university standard attire.

"Hey, are you two still alive!"

Wei Fuyuan grabbed the shoulders of the two and shook them vigorously.

The two boys were indeed still alive, and they woke up instantly under Wei Fuyuan's vigorous shaking.

They opened their eyes, their eyes were full of fear and panic, but when the two of them saw the tall and handsome boy standing in front of them, they were stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, and in the next second, they rushed over. Yi grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm.

"Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"

"Great, finally waiting for you!"

"You're here to save us, aren't you!?"

"Are you, are you a search and rescue team!?"

"We can get out, right!!"

"Great, take us away!!"

The two young men didn't care that Wei Fuyuan was wet all over and touched the water with his hands. Instead, they grabbed each other's sleeves like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and begged him to take them out.

"Don't make any noise!!"

Wei Fuyuan got a headache from the disturbance, and shouted to make them shut up.

"We are indeed here to find you."

At this time, Beiquan outside the door raised his hand and knocked on the door panel a few times, and then Shi Shiran walked into the room:

"But if you want to leave here, we can't do it alone."

"Now, please tell me, how many of you are left, and what happened these days."

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About 15 minutes later, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, who had changed into wet clothes, returned to the west wing of the small courtyard.

In addition to the two of them, there are four students, two men and two women, who are all survivors.

Among these four people, one of them is a boy named Pan Xiaoyun, who is the monitor of Class Six of the Photography Department.

As soon as Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan heard him speak, they immediately concluded that this person was the male student who called "Thriller Night Talk" two days ago.

Because his voice is so distinctive, it is the kind of flat male duck voice that seems to have not yet escaped the voice change period, and you will not admit it after hearing it once.

It's just that Pan Xiaoyun obviously didn't know that he had subconsciously called "Thriller Night Talk" for help, and Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan would not specifically tell him about it.

The other boy was named Rosen.

This person is tall and thin, with an ordinary appearance. Beiquan has read his information and knows that he has a slightly dull personality, but he has a good temper. His grades and photography works are only at the lower middle level in the class. The type will not be found in the heap.

As for the two girls who are still alive, one is Liu Lingling and the other is Huang Lan. They are both roommates and close girlfriends.

The two of them originally lived in a yard next door.

When the girls were suddenly awakened by Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, their first reaction was the same as that of the two boys, thinking that they could finally get rid of this deadly cycle.

But then Liu Lingling and Huang Lan learned that although the two were reinforcements, they couldn't take them away immediately, so they broke down and hugged each other and cried for about 10 minutes before they calmed down. down.

"Okay, let's talk about your experiences in the past few days first."

Just now, Beiquan had inquired with several village women, and there was still more than an hour before the so-called sacrificial ceremony began, which was enough for them to sort out the clues at hand first.

Upon hearing this question, the four students couldn't wait to tell what they had seen and heard. There was a lot of chatter for a while, and the scene was very chaotic.

Beiquan raised his hand to stop this inefficient communication, and pointed to Pan Xiaoyun, who is the class monitor, "Student Pan, let's talk about it."

The other three shut their mouths resentfully.

Pan Xiaoyun swallowed hard and sat up straight:

"We stayed here for four days... no, five days..."

Beiquan: "Is it four days or five days?"

Pan Xiaoyun thought for a while: "If you don't count the night of sleeping in the deserted village, it should be four nights, and now is the fifth day."

Beiquan nodded, thinking that although the time in this fragmented space keeps repeating, the passing speed is exactly the same as in reality.

"At first, I thought we crossed over."

Pan Xiaoyun made an opening remark with a spirit of having fun while suffering, and continued:

"But soon, I discovered that this is not the case at all."

According to Pan Xiaoyun, they originally planned to stay in Xuanmen Village for one night, wake up after sleeping, and then go back down the mountain by car at dawn.

Unexpectedly, they were woken up by a group of villagers rushing into the room, dragging them to the riverside to watch some festival without saying a word.

"It was chaotic and we were all petrified."

Pan Xiaoyun said:

"I struggled to resist and wanted to ask what happened, but those people ignored my question at all, and I couldn't get rid of them, so I could only be dragged all the way to the river by them and watch them throw paper into the river people……"

"and many more."

Beiquan interrupted him again:

"How did you arrange your accommodation that night in the deserted village?"

To this question, Pan Xiaoyun answered very simply, obviously thinking it over:

"The night we first came to the deserted village, the four of us lived in this larger room..."

Rosen, who was sitting beside him, also nodded.

"Old Song... I mean Teacher Song, he lives alone in the smaller room opposite."

With that said, Pan Xiaoyun looked at Julie and Liu Lingling again:

"I remember you girls live in the same room, right?"

The two girls nodded together:

"We lived in the yard next door, and because we were scared, all three of us slept together."

Beiquan let out a "hmm".

"As a result, a lot of things happened, and our numbers decreased every day... Everyone was too scared to separate, and stayed together as much as possible at night."

Pan Xiaoyun shuddered, her voice trembling slightly:

"It's no use, because no matter where we sleep at night, or try to stay awake, as soon as the time passes midnight, we will immediately lose consciousness."

"Wait until the next day when I open my eyes again, I'm sure I'm scattered in the original room again, woken up by a group of villagers rushing in..."

He looked at Beiquan timidly, his eyes full of hope:

"Today—is the only exception."