Thriller Night Talk

Dong Zhaoyang was very emotional, and the counselor Song Qi was also cornered by his students.

Wei Fuyuan didn't know how their quarrel started, but it was obvious that the conversation between the two fell apart.

Dong Zhaoyang forced Song Qi to have a showdown with his wife and children, while Song Qi only wanted to maintain an underground lover relationship with the other party.

They are now next to the cemetery, quite far away from the two small courtyards where other people stayed overnight, but the night in the abandoned village is extremely quiet, and Dong Chaoyang's yelling, which has not controlled the volume at all, can be spread two miles with the wind.

Song Qi was terrified.

He was very afraid that other students would discover his relationship with Dong Chaoyang and stab him to the school.

Song Qi rushed over, trying to appease Dong Zhaoyang, while covering his mouth.

But for two men who are not far apart in height and physique, it is actually very difficult for one to completely suppress the other.

The two quickly turned from a tug to a scuffle.

In the chaos, both of their mobile phones used as flashlights fell to the ground. Song Qi pressed Dong Chaoyang under him, with one arm across his chest, and the other hand tightly covered his little lover's mouth. .

To be honest, from the perspective of a bystander, Wei Fuyuan could actually feel that Song Qi had no killing intent.

If not, in this posture, Teacher Song should not just cover Dong Zhaoyang's mouth, but should directly pinch his neck.

But for Dong Zhaoyang, his mouth and nose were covered, his breathing was not smooth, and he was suppressed by another person's weight. Under the extreme anger, he naturally struggled more violently.

In the confusion, Dong Zhaoyang bit Song Qi's thenar, taking advantage of the pain of the opponent's hand, pushed him away, turned over, got up on the ground with hands and feet, and ran forward staggeringly.

In a panic, Dong Zhaoyang didn't notice the dry well hidden in the tree roots, fallen leaves and dead branches.

In the next second, a force came from behind him—someone pushed him hard.

Wei Fuyuan in Dong Zhaoyang's body felt his body uncontrollably throwing forward, and then his feet stepped on the air, and he suddenly fell into a bottomless darkness.

—Fuck!

At the same time as he fell heavily to the bottom of the well, Wei Fuyuan heard "himself" let out a scream, and he also felt his eyes go dark in severe pain.

The dry well was estimated to be at least four or five storeys high. Dong Zhaoyang was caught off guard and fell down. He was lucky enough not to fall to his death, but broken arms and legs are definitely inevitable.

Wei Fuyuan and Dong Zhaoyang's souls were in sympathy, and naturally they could also feel the extreme pain of dismemberment. "He" couldn't move, so he could only lift his head up, wailing, and calling Song Qi's name , begging him to save himself.

Dong Chaoyang half-curled at the bottom of the well in a distorted posture, his eyes were fascinated by tears of pain and despair, and his vision was hazy.

He struggled to raise his barely intact hand, trying to touch the starlight through a small round mouth of the well, as if that was the only salvation he could touch.

"Song...Song Qi..."

Dong Zhaoyang begged sadly:

"Help me...please...uh...help, help me..."

There was deathly silence outside the well.

Wei Fuyuan resisted the pain by force, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

For two or three minutes, he didn't hear any sound except for Dong Zhaoyang's own panting, moaning in pain and intermittent begging for mercy.

At the same time, due to the pain and blood loss, Dong Zhaoyang's consciousness gradually became blurred, and even Wei Fuyuan began to lose his vision.

Finally, light flickered outside the dry well.

Wei Fuyuan tried his best to concentrate in Dong Zhaoyang's consciousness, but he still could only see a vague figure.

The other party seemed to be leaning on the well platform, looking down with the flashlight of the mobile phone.

"Song...Song Qi..."

Dong Zhaoyang saw the light, and the hope of survival was rekindled in his heart.

"Save me, save me...please...help me..."

He struggled and whispered in a low voice not much louder than a mosquito.

The figure disappeared.

Another 2 minutes of dead silence.

Later, Wei Fuyuan saw a half-length figure protruding from the well for the second time.

Only this time, the man dropped something he was holding in his arms.

——It was a broken stone slab, weighing no less than ten kilograms.

The heavy object fell straight down the 15-meter-deep well under the acceleration of gravity, and hit Dong Chaoyang's head heavily.

When Wei Fuyuan broke away from the opponent's consciousness, the last thing he felt was the warm blood mixed with brains running down his cheeks, and the fishy rusty smell dripping into his mouth...

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Wei Fuyuan's soul returned to his place, and the moment he regained consciousness, he subconsciously retched a few times.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt the taste of blood in his mouth.

"How are you, are you okay?"

Beiquan's voice sounded above his head.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes and collected himself, only to find that he was nestling in Beiquan's arms. The 1.8-meter-seven tall bird was half-curled up like a human being, with his boss's soft thighs on his back. The head rests on the opponent's chest.

—Fuck!

He hastily struggled to sit up.

"I see!"

Wei Fuyuan eagerly wanted to tell Beiquan what he saw just now.

——Dong Zhaoyang died before everyone fell into the debris space!

——He was not killed by a ghost, it was Song Qi who murdered him!

At this moment, Young Master Wei was sure that the evil ghost must be attached to Song Qi, otherwise ordinary people would definitely not be able to do such insane things as pushing their lover down the dry well and then beating him to death with stones!

However, before he could speak, Beiquan pressed his index finger on his lips, and gave a low "shush", signaling him not to speak yet.

It was only then that Wei Fuyuan noticed that although they were still standing next to the big locust tree and the abandoned well in front of the cemetery, there were more shadowy shadows around them.

"This...what's the matter?"

It was the first time that Young Master Wei had seen such a scene, so he couldn't help being a little confused.

He didn't even notice that half of his body was still stuck in Beiquan's arms, he just stared blankly at the figures coming and going around him, and asked blankly:

"...you... what did you do again?"

Beiquan shot Wei Fuyuan a glance.

He thought to himself, if it wasn't for the fear that you would leave your soul twice in a short period of time, even if you have meritorious body protection, you won't be able to come back, why should I work so hard to use such a trick?

"Tracing back in time and space, we can reproduce what happened here in the past."

Beiquan explained softly:

"I invite you to watch a documentary film for free."

In fact, the technique used by Beiquan is somewhat similar to the urban legend that the Forbidden City can see palace maids walking under the city wall during thunderstorms for many years.

If he had to give a scientific and easy-to-understand explanation, he used magic to affect the magnetic field in a certain space, allowing some magnetic substances that originally existed here to release the "images" they had recorded, so as to achieve Go back in time and space to reproduce the effect of the past.

It’s just that this spell is quite tiring to use, and the spell is also complicated to draw, which is much more difficult than taking pictures of Wei Fuyuan’s soul—if it weren’t for the fact that the little assistant had just worked hard for a round, it would be really hard to bother In fact, Beiquan really doesn't want to use it.

Due to the long time, the image restored by the technique is very blurred.

From Wei Fuyuan's point of view, this is like the projection effect made by inferior 3D equipment. Everything around is indistinct and blurry, and the details cannot be seen clearly. Only the rough outlines can be used to judge these coming and going figures. identity of.

And those poor students, tossing so far, are almost at their limit.

The squad leader, Pan Xiaoyun, passed out and still hasn't woken up.

The two girls, Liu Lingling and Huang Lan, had just witnessed their classmate transforming into Sadako Inoka, and now they were surrounded by crowds of figures. Under the stimulation one after another, they were completely frightened.

Only Rosen stood upright on the spot like a wooden stake, his face was pale, his expression was dull, his lips were trembling all the time, he seemed to be talking to himself, but he didn't make a sound, completely lost his soul So-so.

Bei Quan's eyes swept over the four students one by one, and then returned to the surrounding images.

Judging from the attire of the villagers who passed by, the time and space he traced back must have a history of at least a hundred years.

It must have been late at night when the incident happened.

The villagers held torches in one hand and agricultural tools such as hatchets, axes, hoes, shovels, and plowshares in the other, and were searching for something.

And just behind the big banyan tree in front of everyone, there is a figure of a young man.

Beiquan carefully observed the slightly blurred figure behind the tree.

Although the facial features could not be clearly seen, judging from the opponent's figure and facial contours, the boy was at most thirteen or fourteen years old.

He was wearing a satin jacket, but the clothes were covered with dust, scorched marks and bloodstains, and the shoe on his left foot was lost, and the soles of his white feet had already been bloodstained by gravel, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

At this time, the boy was hiding behind the tree with his head in his arms, curling himself up tightly, his whole body shaking like chaff.

However, the light-colored jacket on his body was very conspicuous in the dark night. It didn't take long for the boy to be discovered by a villager.

The vicious crowd quickly gathered and surrounded the big locust tree heavily.

Facing the crowd with the murder weapon, the boy knelt on the ground and cried bitterly, apparently begging them to spare his life.

But immediately, a man stepped forward and dragged the boy out from behind the tree like a rabbit.

Then he raised the knife and cut the boy's throat with the sickle.

The crowd roared silently, as if this was another festival, and what died before their eyes was not a person, but a mere chicken.

Then, the man picked up the young man who was still breathing, looked around, like throwing away a piece of garbage, and stuffed him into the well next to the locust tree...

……

"So, that's you, right?"

Beiquan asked about the skeleton lying on Dong Chaoyang's back.

The skeleton seemed to be able to understand people's words, but it really nodded slowly.

Beiquan smiled slightly.

This story is so easy to guess.

There is an old saying, "Troublemakers come out of poor mountains and bad waters".

In the war-torn era a hundred years ago, in the remote villages in the valleys that lacked water and food, there was no legal system, morality, and justice at all. The villagers could turn into bandits at any time.

It doesn't matter whether the boy is deserting the army or going to relatives, but a foreigner from a rich family who can afford silk and satin has no power to restrain a chicken. In such a place, he is a fat sheep sent to his door. Damn it.