Thriller Night Talk

Friday, July 7, at 16:10am.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan read the information collected by Zhu Ling in the study.

The man who called them last night did not say his name, but he gave a very specific account of his age and childhood experience. In addition to his special status, he was an orphan of Chinese descent adopted in Citigroup. Brought back to China by adoptive parents 20 years ago—with these clues, Beiquan and the others “slightly” used some necessary contacts, and finally locked a registered timeline in the household registration database that exactly matched the caller. object.

"This is the man."

Beiquan took the folder that Zhu Ling handed him, and turned slightly so that Wei Fuyuan could see it clearly.

Inside the folder is a thick stack of personal information printed out on A4 paper. The personnel file alone has more than a dozen pages. From detailed family relationships to schooling experience to employment status, every item is clearly recorded.

The owner of the file is named Dai Boqian, male, 34 years old this year.

This slightly uncommon name was changed after he returned to China, following his adoptive father's surname.

In the entry records, his name was Chen Jason.

This Mr. Dai, that is, Jason back then, his parents unfortunately died in a car accident when he was six years old, and he was sent to an orphanage for two years. Four years, until the age of 12, he was adopted by a Chinese couple, and returned to China with his adoptive parents two years later.

And all of this has been 20 years since now.

In the past 20 years, Dai Baiqian had a record of six trips abroad, but none of them went to Citigroup.

"Well, not bad, he's still a top student."

Beiquan turned to Dai Baiqian's education and work history.

After returning to China, Dai Boqian was sent to a fairly good international middle school by his adoptive parents, where he finished junior high school and high school, and then entered a key university, where he studied law. After graduation, he passed the judicial examination and became a lawyer. A lawyer, now works in a well-reputed law firm in Fengxing City.

After reading the basic situation of Dai Baiqian, Beiquan continued to scroll down.

The following are excerpts from some of Dai Baiqian's social accounts, with many life photos attached.

Same as the ID photo, Dai Baiqian looks clean and handsome, with curved brows and gentle eyes when he smiles, giving him the feeling of a very comfortable and reliable big brother next door.

It can be seen that he has a pretty good relationship with his adoptive parents.

Although Dai Boqian bought an apartment near his work place and did not live with his adoptive parents, he often saw the shadow of the two elders on his WeChat circle of friends, such as eating together on weekends and Sundays, and giving some gifts on New Years and holidays. A group photo.

Beiquan took a rough look at the interval between these circles of friends, and estimated that they would meet each other in about a week or half a month.

In addition, on Dai Baiqian's Douyin account, there are some funny videos that invited two old people to appear together. In terms of intimacy, they are almost as good as their own sons.

"It seems that he knows how to be grateful."

Wei Fuyuan commented in this way.

Then he looked at Beiquan:

"You said, will the ghost of anger be on this person's body?"

Beiquan shook his head, "I don't have a clue yet."

"I think, if I only listen to what Dai Boqian said on the phone, I will guess that his foster family is suspicious."

"But hasn't he been to that manor for 20 years?"

Wei Fuyuan touched his chin:

"Ghost...it's impossible for him to be in his foster care 20 years ago, right?"

Beiquan knew that Wei Fuyuan was right.

The ecstasy banner that sealed the rage ghost was stolen from the secret place of Zhuling more than two years ago.As a kind of ghost cultivator, vengeful ghosts have special causes and do not have the ability to reproduce.

Therefore, compared to the possibility that one or two fish slipped through the net and fled to Citigroup on the other side of the ocean more than 20 years ago, Beiquan is more inclined to believe that the ghosts who have a relationship with Dai Baiqian only found out after Mishen Banner disappeared. temporal.

"..."

Bei Quan was concentrating on thinking carefully, tapping his index finger on the table lightly.

Wei Fuyuan did not urge his boss.

His eyes subconsciously turned to Beiquan's fingers that kept tapping on the table.

Beiquan's hands are beautiful.

His hands are thin and thin, his fingers are long and slender, his nails are neatly trimmed, and his nails are slightly lighter in color. Matching his skin that is so white that it seems to be shining, it looks like a carefully crafted handicraft.

Wei Fuyuan looked at it, and unconsciously stared blankly, all his attention was focused on Beiquan's fingers, without blinking.

"I think we still need to get in touch with him first."

At this time, Beiquan spoke:

"What do you think?"

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback for a moment, then came back to his senses:

"Who are you talking about?"

Beiquan smiled:

"I mean, we should get in touch with Dai Boqian."

"Well, you're right."

Wei Fuyuan nodded quickly, and at the same time subconsciously touched his slightly hot ears:

"We really should take the initiative!"

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Friday, July 7, at 16:06 in the evening.

Tomorrow is a weekend, and there is no need to get up early, so many office workers will choose to relax tonight.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stood on a pedestrian bridge, as if they were waiting for someone, leaning on the railing unintentionally, looking down at the sidewalk from a commanding angle.

It was Dai Boqian they were waiting for.

About 10 minutes later, five or six young people walked out of an office building. They were all in their 30s and [-]s. They wore suits or skirts in three colors of black, white and gray. After the relaxed and comfortable, hooked shoulders, laughing very happily.

They seemed to have made an appointment where they were going. The group stood by the side of the road, as if they were waiting for a bus.

"Is that the one in the gray suit in the middle Dai Boqian?"

Wei Fuyuan asked.

Beiquan nodded slightly, and then turned the bamboo tube in his hand seemingly unintentionally.

Wei Fuyuan had sprayed cow's tears in advance, and at this moment, he could see a white shadow emerge from the bamboo tube and head straight for Dai Baiqian.

That was Guanhu Suying.

Beiquan wants to confirm whether the evil ghost is on Dai Boqian's body.

Su Ying ran down the overpass, ran to a place about five steps away from Dai Baiqian, and then stopped.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

The two exchanged a surprised look.

Wei Fuyuan: "...This...I read it right, right?"

He pointed at the group of people from afar.

"That person, I mean Dai Boqian, can he see Su Ying?"

Indeed, just as Wei Fuyuan said, they saw Dai Boqian looking in Suying's direction.

And the little fox seemed to have sensed that something was wrong, and froze in place, not daring to move.

This strange silent confrontation lasted about three seconds.

Su Ying raised a paw, and tentatively took a few steps forward.

At the same time, a colleague next to Dai Boqian patted him casually and said something to him, so the young man looked away.

Wei Fuyuan was even more uncertain:

"This... no way, was it just a coincidence?"

At this time, several cars stopped beside the group of young people one after another.

They got into the car one by one.

Just as Dai Boqian got into the car, he glanced casually in a certain direction of the sidewalk.

——That is exactly where Su Ying is now.

……

The black Toyota carrying Dai Baiqian blended into the rush hour traffic.

Suying also turned back immediately, ran back to Beiquan, and then jumped onto the master's shoulder nimbly.

The little fox rubbed against Beiquan's chin a few times, one person and one fox seemed to exchange some information that only two people could communicate.

"So far, the angry ghost should not have had direct contact with Dai Boqian."

Beiquan told Wei Fuyuan the information he got from Guanhu.

He stretched out his hand and scratched the little fox's ear, then put it back into the bamboo tube.

And Young Master Wei was still struggling with the question just now.

"Tell me, does he have yin and yang eyes?"

Wei Fuyuan asked:

"I always feel that he seems to be able to see Su Ying's appearance."

Beiquan shook his head.

"I'm not sure about that right now."

He thought for a while, then turned to look at Wei Fuyuan:

"It is indeed necessary to confirm."

Beiquan smiled slightly:

"It seems that planb is going to be used."

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

——What is PLANB?You've never told me that before! ?

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At 10:30 in the evening, on the twelfth floor of a large commercial center in Fengxing City, in one of the boxes of a newly opened KTV.

Dai Boqian was sitting in the corner of the sofa, holding a can of beer in his hand, sipping lightly and slowly.

Two colleagues were holding microphones and shouting loudly the climax of "Princess" in front of the screen.

But for some reason, Dai Boqian was not in a very high mood all day today.

A strange premonition told him that maybe something was about to happen.

From a very young age, Dai Boqian discovered that he had a strong sixth sense.

When he was only six years old, on the day when his biological parents died in a car accident, he woke up from a nightmare early in the morning, only feeling very sad, hugged his mother and cried all day long.

And when he was sent to Chen Dafa's home by social workers, he was still called Jason from the first time he saw the manor, he felt that the place was very strange.He couldn't tell what was wrong, but he knew clearly that this was definitely not his home, nor should it be his home...

……

Similar intuitions have appeared many times in his life, and the worse things are, the stronger his premonition will be.

Today, that familiar premonition reappeared again.

Dai Boqian raised his hand and pressed his temple, feeling that the blood vessels there were throbbing.

He always felt that someone was watching him.

Dai Boqian couldn't tell what it was but a prophecy.However, I can always feel that there is an invisible line of sight that follows me like a shadow.

This feeling was especially strong when he was standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus. There were two times when Dai Boqian felt that he had caught the source of that line of sight...

……

"Old Dai, what are you doing? Are you in a bad mood?"

At this time, a female colleague pushed his shoulder:

"You haven't sung a single song tonight."

As she said that, the girl handed over a small plate of diced fruit with a toothpick inserted, "Do you want to eat it?"

"No, I'm not too hungry right now."

Dai Boqian put down the empty beer can, and smiled apologetically at his female colleague:

"I'm going to the bathroom."