Thriller Night Talk

The next five weeks passed without incident.

Fast forward to mid-July.

However, "calm and calm" is only relative to the majority of people in the "Santuchuan" office, not including the poor part-time student student Wei Fuyuan.

For the past two weeks, he can only describe it as "destroyed".

There is no other reason, because he was thorough in the exam.

Wei Fuyuan has always been a wealthy, generous, and righteous rich man in school. Even if his parents cut off his financial income, he still maintains his personality by relying on Beiquan's full-service food and housing and a relatively generous part-time salary. .

In the eyes of most people, young masters from rich families come to university for the purpose of being gilded. There is absolutely no need for scholarship letters of recommendation and the like.

But Wei Fuyuan is a person who wants face. In his opinion, academic performance is also an important indicator for him to maintain the image of a winner in life.

Just kidding, nouveau riche wearing gold and silver has long been out of sight, and now even the domineering CEO in the [-] o'clock soap opera has to have a doctorate from an Ivy League school before he dares to come out to meet people!

Therefore, although Wei Fuyuan's grades in the university have not been considered the top group, they are still very passable. There are about [-] students in the whole grade, and he can usually be ranked in the [-]th place.

But since he joined the "Santuchuan" company, he has been "forced" to suffer from serious and minor illnesses, ask for leave every now and then, or doze off uncontrollably in class the next morning after staying up late.

The students all thought that Young Master Wei must have fallen in love, and that he would start to lose focus on his studies because of his gentle fragrance and soft jade every night.

Only Wei Fuyuan himself had difficulties to speak of.

He is not indulging in tenderness, he is obviously a superhero in the dark every week, okay!

It's just that he can use Beiquan's leave note to fool him if he plays truant from school or something, but the final exam will not be canceled just because he doesn't have time to study hard.

When the time entered July, Wei Fuyuan's several main subjects had been finalized for the exam time, basically scheduled for the next two weeks.

He started to panic.

"Here, are there any medicinal soups or pills that can improve memory?"

One day, when he opened the thick "International Trade Law" and realized that he hadn't taken notes for two full months, Wei Fuyuan finally broke down, and ran to Beiquan for metaphysics support with a sad face.

They just caught a ghost yesterday, and Beiquan is in a good mood right now, nestling on the sofa in the living room, flipping through a thread-bound local chronicle.

Besides Beiquan, the other two people in "Santuchuan" happened to be in the living room as well.

Tian Jiaxin stood by the small coffee table by the window, using a pair of garden shears as long as his forearm, to trim a potted plant of Wannian pine.

Zhu Ling, on the other hand, used the standard posture of meditation, sitting squarely across a large pile of newspapers, and bound them into volumes in chronological order.

All three of them heard Wei Fuyuan's question, stopped their work at the same time, and looked up at him.

Wei Fuyuan was about to be driven crazy by the final exam, and he had long since lost all energy to take care of his personal image.

He was only wearing loose short-sleeved pajamas and large underpants with attractive patterns, his hair was disheveled, his eyes were red from the heat, and he looked like he hadn't slept fully for some time.

Beiquan closed the book.

"Do you want Melatonin?"

He smiled sincerely at Wei Fuyuan:

"Or six walnuts?"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He turned around angrily, and thumped towards the stairs:

"Damn it, I shouldn't have come to you!"

"Hey, Xiaowei, wait!"

At this time, Tian Jiaxin suddenly said, "I have a kind of medicinal herb, which may be useful to you."

As he said that, he put down the gardening shears, picked up the towel on the window sill and wiped his hands, and with his short legs upside down, he caught up with Wei Fuyuan:

"I'll make some tea later, and send it to your room?"

Wei Fuyuan was naturally very happy.

He felt that, after all, although Tian Jiaxin looked like a three-year-old child, he was actually an eight-hundred-year-old Tian Qi doll, and he could be regarded as a kind of daoist goblin anyway. There must be some tricks that ordinary people don't know. The herbal tea that was brought out was more reliable than melatonin and six walnuts.

Wei Fuyuan sincerely thanked Tian for his salary increase, then gave Beiquan a fierce look, turned around and went back to his room, and continued to immerse himself in his studies.

About 10 minutes later, Tian Jiaxin really brought Wei Fuyuan a cup of tea.

Wei Fuyuan took a sip.

The tea is astringent and bitter, and it also has a grassy smell that is unique to plants after soaking. It is really hard to drink.

But he still drank it down.

As a result, that day, Wei Fuyuan experienced a refreshing effect far more vigorous than coffee and strong tea.

For a full 24 hours, Wei Fuyuan couldn't fall asleep. Even though he was so tired that he felt sick and had stomach cramps, he still kept his eyes open and stared blankly at the boring law, unable to even get confused.

That experience was so painful that Master Wei cast a psychological shadow in one go.

He said that he should drink some tea and coffee, and you should keep such a terrible herbal tea for yourself.

However, as the exams became more and more intensive, Wei Fuyuan's review pressure was also increasing. After coffee, tea or Red Bull couldn't meet his needs, he still ran to find Tian for a raise.

It's just that this time Master Wei has learned his lesson.

He told the salary-raising children to pay attention to the dose, and the best refreshing effect is only a quarter of the previous one.

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In short, when Wei Fuyuan was busy preparing for the exam, Beiquan's fan of the gods had already accommodated a full twenty angry ghosts.

When Beiquan was still cultivating, the ghosts of anger were well sealed in the secret realm of Zhuling.

At that time, it was the Mishen Banner, a handed down artifact, that sealed the rage ghosts.

Legend has it that the origin of this flag can be traced back to the Shang and Zhou dynasties, and the maker is unknown, but only one two-meter-long white flag is needed to seal 120 evil ghosts in it forever.

However, about two years ago, the Mishen Banner was stolen overnight, as if it had grown wings, and disappeared without a trace from the secret realm of Zhuling.

Not long after that, the news of the reappearance of the ghost came out.

It was after this that Beiquan was sent out by Shimen to host the radio program "Thriller Night Talk" in Fengxing City.

It's just that, of course, the ecstasy banner he is using to seal the rage ghosts cannot be a genuine product that was stolen, but a replica made by an expert from the master's school according to the original.

Although it can also have the effect of sealing angry ghosts, the effect is completely incomparable with the real ecstasy banner.

Beiquan's ecstasy streamer has now filled a total of twenty angry ghosts, all of which are the result of his hard work every week for the past six months.

It's a pity that the carrying capacity of the replica's ecstasy streamer is about to reach its limit, and if the "capacity" is not freed up, it will not be able to be used again.

So Beiquan contacted Shimen and got a message that "someone will come to collect the ghosts in the near future".

Shimen's contact person and Beiquan made an appointment to meet at eleven o'clock in the evening on No. 12 of this month, and the meeting place was chosen at a construction site of a closed uncompleted building in Fengxing City Development Zone.

Monday, October 7.

At about ten o'clock, Beiquan packed his handbag, changed into his usual black clothes and black trousers, and was ready to go out.

Because Wei Fuyuan had a final exam the next day, Beiquan didn't plan to take him with him.

He only explained his whereabouts to Zhu Ling, and then went out with his suitcase.

Beiquan didn't drive.

In other words, he doesn't know how to drive at all.

So after Beiquan went out, he turned out of the alley where "Santuchuan" was located, and hailed a taxi in front of the bus stop at the intersection.

The taxi driver is a middle-aged man who is a bit fat.

After he heard about Beiquan's destination, his face immediately wrinkled, showing an expression of wanting to refuse the boarding.

There is no other reason, it is because the destination is not close to here, the location is very remote, and it is not too early now, no taxi driver is willing to take this trip.

But Beiquan persuaded him with the excess fare.

The driver opened the back seat and let Bei Quan get into the car.

As soon as the car started, Beiquan saw the driver turn on the intercom, and began to tell the other drivers in the group about the business he had just received with an extraordinarily loud volume and exaggerated tone.

"...Yes, I'm going to the development zone now, to Zaohuai Road!"

"...Hey, that's right, it's the real estate building where Erjian pulled the banner. It has been closed for two years!"

"...I haven't run over there for a long time, the road is a bit rough, and I'm driving the navigation right now, you guys help me keep an eye on it too!"

"……passenger?"

The driver said, adjusting the angle of the rearview mirror.

"He's a handsome young guy, haha, he looks really good!"

Beiquan smiled slightly.

He knew what the driver was doing.

After all, taxi drivers are considered a high-risk industry in a certain sense. I worry that one day I will accidentally pick up a criminal who will lure him to a remote place. If the accomplices there rush forward again, robbing and killing a dragon, it will be over.

So although the driver agreed to drive this journey, he turned on the intercom as soon as he came up, in order to warn the passengers in the back seat - our current itinerary has been reported to many people, and the navigation will also transmit the real-time location to the customer service system If you really want to do something, you have to think twice before doing it!

Beiquan understood, but was not offended.

He smiled slightly, turned his gaze to the car window, and silently watched the continuous flow of traffic outside the window.

This time, Shimen sent a stranger who Beiquan had never dealt with before.

Judging from the voice on the phone, the other party should be a rather young woman.

It's just that people like them in the Taoist sect have more or less learned some tricks to hide their appearance and even change their voice. If the other party deliberately conceals it, even their voice is not reliable.

Thinking of this, Beiquan frowned slightly.

——Why did you suddenly change the connector?

——Also, the new partner who was supposed to be sent early last month, why didn't he come?