Thriller Night Talk

"Isn't this courting death!"

Wei Fuyuan only felt that the complaints in his heart were so full that they were about to overflow.

He has never had the slightest sympathy for Liu, a dead-end party like this.

For Young Master Wei who has never lacked anything materially since he was a child, even if a diamond-encrusted Rolex falls into a manhole, it's not worth lifting the lid to dig it out, let alone ruining his life by falling in.

"is it?"

Beiquan put one hand on the table and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "Then look at this again."

With his other hand he pushed a sheet of paper.

Wei Fuyuan took a look and found that it was an enlarged and printed photo of a screenshot taken by a surveillance probe.

The original pixels of the camera are not very good, and the sky is dark and the light is not enough. After zooming in to A4 size, the screen is full of mosaics, which has the effect of 3D naked-eye stereograms that were once popular.

However, although the picture is very blurry, Wei Fuyuan can still see that it is a picture of a man bending over to lift the manhole cover—it should be the surveillance screenshot of Liu when he moved the manhole cover.

Bei Quan asked, "Did you see anything wrong?"

After Beiquan mentioned this, Wei Fuyuan quickly discovered the problem.

Although the man in the photo is not short, he is very thin, with a typical bamboo pole figure. According to Wei Fuyuan's visual inspection, the man's weight is only about 120 catties, but the cement wheel cake he carried must be at least [-] catties!And judging from the posture in the screenshot, the man didn't have much difficulty moving.

"This……"

Wei Fuyuan was speechless for a moment.

Unless the manhole cover lifted by Liu is a fake hollow tofu dregs, otherwise this person is afraid to be a national weightlifter.

"Strange, isn't it?"

Beiquan asked with a smile.

Wei Fuyuan gave a reluctant "hmm".

Beiquan wrote the second line on the paper:

"On February 2, Liu, male, 9 years old, cause of death: fell into a manhole."

"Okay, next is the third."

Beiquan took out a third newspaper.

Wei Fuyuan had entered the reference room next to the study on the first floor, and knew that a large number of local newspapers were stored in it, all bound according to the date, and stacked on the shelf.

It's just that he didn't know until now that collecting and organizing newspapers is not only a hobby of "Santuchuan" company, but can really come in handy.

The date of the newspaper was March 3, and like the previous two times, a strange accident was recorded on the page circled in red pen.

In fact, Wei Fuyuan had also heard about this accident.

Because the deceased's death method was [-]% similar to the death method of a certain male star a few days ago, it was hyped up by various marketing accounts. Master Wei also ate two mouthfuls of melon in his spare time, and he knew it without reading the newspaper. Probably.

The person who died in the accident was named Meng Mouchang, 32 years old, who worked in the product sales department of a beverage company.

That day he went out to run business, had a few drinks while socializing, and took advantage of the dead of night to take a detour and drive home drunk.

As a result, Meng's broken Mitsubishi broke down in a remote alley. He got out of the car to check, but the car that he forgot to turn off suddenly backed up, knocking him over the railing, and was caught by the iron fence of a certain residential courtyard wall. The tip pierced the chest straight from the back, and when it was discovered by passers-by, it was already cold.

"March 3, Meng Mouchang, male, 4 years old, cause of death: iron rod piercing through the chest."

Beiquan wrote the third line on the paper.

Wei Fuyuan's face turned pale at this moment.

But he still pretended to be calm, "There won't be a fourth one, right?"

"Congratulations, you guessed it right."

Beiquan handed him the fourth newspaper, "It really does exist."

Wei Fuyuan had also heard of the fourth accident.

However, unlike the previous three times, the accident occurred in a neighboring city that takes about an hour by train.

According to the report, the woman who had the accident, surnamed Lin, was a 26-year-old company female OL.

On the 30th of last month, Ms. Lin's company organized a short vacation. She went to a scenic spot in a neighboring city with her colleagues. When the park was about to close, her colleagues were surprised that she was missing.

After the park received news that a tourist was missing, dozens of staff members were organized to search, but they were busy until midnight and could not find Ms. Lin.

No one expected that Ms. Lin, who had been missing for a long time, sneaked onto the closed glass trestle in the early hours of the morning.

And the trestle bridge, which was said to be able to carry the weight of a fully loaded 5-ton truck, suddenly broke and collapsed while a petite woman was running. Ms. Lin fell down the canyon together with countless broken glass.

Under the huge impact of falling to the ground, Ms. Lin was cut into pieces by the broken glass under her, her neck was severed, and her head was in a different place.The police searched for a long time before they found her head in the grass more than ten meters away from the body.

Such a bloody way of death was really beyond Young Master Wei's psychological endurance, he felt sour in his throat just thinking about it, and couldn't help turning his head and covering his mouth to retch.

"This is the fourth pile."

Beiquan didn't seem to notice Wei Fuyuan's expression, he lowered his head and wrote the last line:

"On March 3, Lin, female, 30 years old, cause of death: falling from a height."

Then he pushed the written paper in front of Wei Fuyuan, bent his eyes, and asked with a smile:

"what do you think?"

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback by this endless question.

"It's...it's really weird..."

He laughed dryly twice:

"Haha, it feels like a live-action version of "Death Comes."

Beiquan: "Then do you think the story Mr. A told last night is true?"

Wei Fuyuan shook his head.

"Although these four accidents have some coincidences with Mr. A's dream, but the boss..."

He turned his head to look at Beiquan with serious eyes.

"Mr. A called the hotline fifteen hours ago, but these accidents, even the latest one—"

Wei Fuyuan tapped hard on the last line twice with his fingers.

"This Ms. Lin's accident happened on the 30th of last month! That person—I mean Mr. A, he can completely push back according to these accidents, and then make up a story of a 'foreseeing dream'." !"

As a staunch materialist, Young Master Wei firmly believes that most of the weird things in this world are nothing more than an "Approaching Science" if you take them apart and study them carefully.

"Well, what you said is also very reasonable."

Beiquan did not refute Wei Fuyuan's thoughts.

"In that case..."

He smiled, stood up, and put his arms around Young Master Wei's shoulders.

"Let's investigate and see if what Mr. A said is true or not!"

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Half an hour later, Wei Fuyuan waited in the living room for Beiquan who had changed his clothes and was about to go out.

Beiquan wore a dark gray turtleneck bottoming shirt, and a knee-length pure black windbreaker over it. He matched it with black slim pants and black short boots, which made his exposed cheeks and hands whiter. Bullying Shuang Saixue, the contrast is so strong that people can't take their eyes off.

Wei Fuyuan stared blankly at Beiquan, speechless for a moment.

It stands to reason that there are usually only two results for ordinary people dressed like this: they fail to pretend or look like a pervert.

But Beiquan's body proportions are excellent, with wide shoulders, thin waist, long face and long legs. He is a typical clothes hanger. In addition, his skin tone is paler than that of Orientals and his tone is cooler than that of Westerners. Black and white form a very sharp contrast. This outfit is not only unobtrusive, but also has a star temperament like a haute couture show.

Young Master Wei swallowed secretly.

He is handsome in himself, and he has seen many beautiful beauties, but it is the first time he has met someone like Bei Quan who can look so good in a black trench coat.

"Come on, send an email to this mailbox, and the content will be written as above."

Beiquan didn't rush out, but handed Wei Fuyuan a note.

Wei Fuyuan took a look, and there was an email address and three words written on it: "吽吽咜".

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

Beiquan shrugged: "You know, I don't have a smartphone."

Indeed, as early as when Wei Fuyuan successfully applied for the job, he asked his boss for WeChat.

At that time, Beiquan took out a Nokia brick that was said to be used for survival in the wild, and told the new employees that they were using this thing, so they could only make calls and send text messages.

"I'm too angry, and high-tech products can't stand it."

Beiquan explained seriously.

At first, Wei Fuyuan thought that Beiquan was just teasing him, but after a week of observation, he found that the other party was indeed like an 80-year-old man who did not touch the smartphone at all.

Since Beiquan didn't have a smartphone, and he needed to use an email address, Wei Fuyuan, a wage earner, had no choice but to use his own email address to send the unclear email for his boss.

Unexpectedly, the reply arrived within a minute of sending out this letter, which looked like spam.

Wei Fuyuan opened it and was shocked.

The reply letter had no content, but there were four pages of pictures attached—the death certificate stubs of the deceased in the four weird accidents.

When Master Wei looked at Beiquan again, his gaze was completely different.

The household registration stubs of this kind of death certificate are under the control of the Public Security Bureau, and they can be easily obtained by sending an email, which at least shows that there is someone "superior" in Beiquan.

"It stands to reason that we should investigate the latest accident first."

Beiquan didn't take Master Wei's cell phone, but let him click on the attachment, then put his head next to the other's shoulder, and took a quick glance.

"However, the place where Ms. Lin died was a scenic spot in the city next door. Now it may not be able to catch up with the time to enter the park."

As he spoke, he patted Wei Fuyuan's arm.

"Then, let's start our investigation with the third deceased."

Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to click on the third death certificate and study it carefully column by column.

The deceased, who was codenamed "Meng Mouchang" in the newspaper, was named "Meng Lichang", married, aged 32 at the time of his death, and his household registration address was Room 23, No. 303, Xiling Hutong, Xizhimen Street, Fengxing City.

Master Wei was not familiar with the old city, so he quickly turned on the navigation and found that Xiling Hutong was not far from the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, and it only took about 10 minutes to drive.

"Okay, let's go now."

Beiquan smiled with satisfaction, picked up a black suitcase, and hung a black-faced long-handled umbrella on his elbow, and Shi Shiran went out.