Thriller Night Talk

Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, and Juan, whom they had just met, entered Chen Dafa's mansion together through the spacious but deserted courtyard.

"Mr. Dai hasn't been back for 20 years, right?"

The intern of the law firm led the way, and turned back to Beiquan with a smile while walking:

"I heard that the house has been remodeled a lot during this period, you may not know the way anymore, right?"

Beiquan nodded with a smile:

"It's really strange."

Before coming to Citigroup, both Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan had seen the bird's-eye view of the mansion from various angles.

Just looking at the pictures, they just felt that the house was indeed a bit more branched, and there was nothing too scary or frightening about it.

But now that they entered the mansion in person, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan felt intuitively that the interior structure of the house was ten times weirder than its appearance.

Every corridor here is narrowed.

In such a large house, even the main corridor leading from the entrance to the hall can only accommodate at most three people walking side by side.

The corridor is not only narrow, but also has nine bends and eighteen bends, which does not conform to the architectural logic at all.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan did not find a single window in the corridor.

All the lighting here can only rely on wall lamps. With the dark dark flower wallpaper and walnut-colored floor, the visual effect can easily make people think that they have entered a medieval castle by mistake.

"Right? Hahaha."

"I grew up in the town. I came here once with my parents when I was in the second grade of middle school. At that time, I was exploring everywhere with my friends!"

The intern is still laughing:

"But when I came back a few days ago, I found that the whole house had changed a lot, it was completely different from what I had imagined."

"I spent two full hours that day, walking the house back and forth several times, and finally remembered the way!"

With that said, he turned to look at Juan.

"What about you, Monsieur Juan?"

The intern smiled and asked:

"Do you think this room has changed from what you remember?"

Just a prophecy. "ah?"

Juan was obviously thinking about his own affairs, when he was called by his name suddenly, he came back to his senses.

"Oh... yes, yes."

Juan's eyes wandered, and he seemed a little flustered.

He replied vaguely:

"kind of……"

His "alittle" was not followed by any supplement, but the intern seemed to tacitly agree with his idea, so he laughed and skipped the topic.

The four walked through the long "L" shaped corridor and finally arrived at the living room.

In the living room, someone was waiting for them.

It was a middle-aged man about 50 years old, with a mustache, and he claimed to be the housekeeper here.

However, unlike the rigorous, dignified and unsmiling butler in the movie, this Mr. butler did not wear a tuxedo with a vest, but a set of casual clothes that are convenient for activities, and his attitude is very friendly.

"I'm sorry, since Mr. Chen was not in good health, he was very afraid of noise, and many servants were dismissed from the family."

The butler explained to the three guests:

"Now there are only two maids and I in this house, as well as a nurse who is responsible for taking care of Mr. Chen. I'm a bit overwhelmed."

He smiled apologetically:

"So, these two days have to trouble you to take care of it."

The butler paused and added:

"Of course, if you need anything, please let me know."

These words are polite, but the implication is that it is not easy for the four of us to take care of such a big room, take care of patients and deal with guests like you, so make tea, wash up and other trivial matters. Done, try not to bother me.

But Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan didn't mind at all.

As counterfeit goods, in order to avoid misfortune, the two hope that there will be as few old people as possible who may know Dai Baiqian's true self.

And Juan didn't seem to care.

He told the butler that he was a little tired from driving all day and wanted to take a rest.

So the butler led the three of them to the second floor.

When they went upstairs, the butler told them that the other two heirs to the estate would be here during the day.

However, the two of them live on the other side of the mansion. Although they are on the second floor, there are no direct corridors on both sides. They need to go through the west corridor on the first floor to go around, so they may not see each other for the time being.

"The family has only cleaned up four guest rooms now."

The housekeeper used a key to open a room in the east wing of the corridor on the second floor, and said to Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan:

"It's okay for the two of you to live together?"

Beiquan is currently using the identity of Dai Baiqian, while Wei Fuyuan claims to be his boyfriend. It is only natural that they live in the same room, and naturally there is no reason to refuse.

As for Juan, his room was arranged across from Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan. He had already carried his backpack into the room, and was about to close the door with his hands on the door.

"Wait a minute! I'll bring up your dinner later."

The butler hurriedly called to him:

"However, Mr. Lawyer will come over tomorrow, so at ten o'clock in the morning, please go to the restaurant to have brunch together."

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"call!"

Wei Fuyuan pushed the suitcase to the wall of the room, and then "touched" to lie face up on the two-meter wide double bed.

"I'm exhausted!"

He sighed:

"today--"

Young Master Wei couldn't finish his words, and was caught off guard by Beiquan's hand covering his mouth.

"Well?"

He blinked in confusion.

Beiquan raised a finger, put it against his lips, and made a "silence" gesture.

Then he opened the suitcase, took out the bamboo tube containing Guanhu, and let Suying out.

The little fox walked around the room, returned to Beiquan's feet, and rubbed his chin on his trouser legs.

"All right."

Beiquan smiled and let go of Wei Fuyuan's hand:

"No bugs or surveillance cameras, you can talk."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He secretly blushed, feeling that he was too careless.

Embarrassed to continue lying on his back like this, Wei Fuyuan turned over and jumped out of bed, opened the suitcase, and began to organize things while checking the structure of the room.

The room they live in seems to be converted from a children's suite. It is divided into two floors on the left and right sides, with an independent bathroom, and a large cabinet in the middle as a partition. There is a small sofa and coffee table, and there is an empty bookcase in the corner.

Although it has been renovated, there are still many traces of children living here.

The wardrobes and bookcases are all at a height suitable for minors to pick up things, and the top only reaches Wei Fuyuan's shoulders; a corner of the wallpaper is turned up, revealing childish words in chalk graffiti.

The only window in the entire room is located on the south wall.

The windows are not big, only [-] centimeters square, and are inlaid with opaque frosted glass, so you can't see the outside at all.

But when Wei Fuyuan opened the window to ventilate the room, he found that the window was not outside, but another room.

Wei Fuyuan took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight function, and took a picture out of the window.

The room on the opposite side was pitch-black, obviously no one had used it for a long time, the furniture was covered with white sheets, and it looked quite intrusive when illuminated by the flashlight.

He shivered, closed the window, and carefully unlocked it.

"There's something wrong with this house!"

Wei Fuyuan turned his head and said to Beiquan:

"Who would make such a good villa look like this!"

Beiquan rarely didn't smile, but nodded with a serious expression.

He picked up the little fox at his feet, and whispered a few words.

Then Suying jumped, went straight through the closed door, and disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

"I let it go around the house and help me find the way."

Beiquan explained to Wei Fuyuan.

At this moment, there were three knocks on the door: "knock, knock, knock".

The butler pushed the dining car in, put the dinner on the coffee table, said that he would come to collect the dishes in an hour, and then left after a few polite words.

"Come on, let's eat something first."

In fact, Beiquan still had no appetite, but he sat down at the table and opened the lid on the dinner plate:

"We eat and chat."

Although Chen Dafa is a billionaire with a net worth of billions of dollars, you can't expect such a sumptuous dinner to be prepared in a mansion with only one butler and two servants.

So what the butler sent was just two large plates with two identical set meals on them-paella, mushroom soup and a vegetable salad, which were just enough to fill the stomach.

Wei Fuyuan took a sip and commented:

"so so."

After speaking, he didn't dislike the ordinary taste, so he picked up a spoon and started eating.

Beiquan also started to eat the portion in front of him.

"I wasn't sure before."

While eating, Beiquan said to Wei Fuyuan:

"However, seeing the internal structure of this mansion with my own eyes, I can probably guess what's going on."

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide, with a curious look on his face: "Oh? Tell me quickly!"

Beiquan smiled slightly:

"Have you ever heard of raising imps?"

"Of course I've heard of it!"

Wei Fuyuan replied:

"Is it similar to the situation in Siam, where the mage turns aborted fetuses or dead children into imps, and then people take them back to make offerings. It is said that they can bless the owner's fortune and prosperity."

Young Master Wei's family is in business, and he has heard of all kinds of teachings and anecdotes more or less.

His parents are decent people, so naturally they don't need to resort to these methods of ghosts and ghosts.

However, when one of his father's business partners came to his house as a guest, he once showed off that he had just brought an "eldest son" home from the master of Lamphun last month.

"But I haven't heard that you have to use this kind of mansion to raise a kid?"

Beiquan nodded with a smile.

"You're right. The things Chen Dafa keeps at home are much more high-end than the kid in Siam."

He approached his assistant, lowered his voice and asked:

"So, have you heard of 'Prisoner God'?"

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

Of course he had never heard of it.

Even at first glance, it is not even clear which word the other party said "prisoner".

Just when Bei Quanzhen was about to explain, his face suddenly changed, he dropped the spoon, and "Teng" stood up.

"Oops!"

Said, Beiquan rushed to the door of the room in two steps, and pulled the door open.