Thriller Night Talk

The "Santuchuan" broadcasting company is equipped with a black Jetta, but Beiquan claims to have no driver's license, so Wei Fuyuan is responsible for driving.

At about 04:30, Master Wei parked the car at the entrance of Xiling Hutong, the two got out of the car, and found No. 23 according to the house number.

This area is also an old building with a history of 50 years. Even if the outer walls have been reinforced and renovated, they still look very old.

No. 23 Xiling Hutong, Xizhimen Street is a typical old-fashioned tube building with a total height of seven floors and no elevator. There is a creaking open iron staircase with handrails in the center. Eight households are symmetrically distributed on the four sides of the staircase in the shape of "Tian". .

The two went up to the third floor and came to the door of Room 303.

Beiquan spent half a minute studying the door panel before raising his hand to knock on the door.

The person who opened the door was a 30-year-old woman with an ordinary appearance. She was wearing a loose home clothes that had been washed and faded. Her yellow hair had been dyed for some time, and the roots had turned black. Rather unkempt.

The woman was shocked by the height and appearance of the two of them first, and after being stunned for two seconds, she asked vigilantly:

"Who are you?"

"Feng Benefactor, hello."

Beiquan restrained his whole body, rolled his eyes, and smiled harmlessly:

"I am the layman's named disciple of Longquan Guanxuanxu Daoist, named Beiquan Layman."

As he spoke, he actually took out a business card and a certificate from his pocket, and handed them to the woman surnamed Feng.

The woman passed these two things through the anti-theft link, held them in her hand and looked at them carefully.

The design of the business card is very simple. The beige embossed cardboard is printed with beautiful imitation Song style. The title has two lines, which are "Member of Fengxing City Taoist Research Association" and "Longquan Guanxuanxu Daoist Named Disciple".

The certificate is a "Certificate of Conversion", which shows that his master is Xuanxu Daoist, and it is also stamped with the steel seal of "Longquan Temple in Fengxing City".

The woman surnamed Feng looked at the ID for a long time before opening the door hesitantly.

"you……"

She paused, and changed to a more respectful title:

"What's the matter with you, Layman?"

"Feng Benefactor, you came to Longquan Temple last month to seek advice, right?"

Beiquan still smiled gently:

"My master asked me to ask, how is the 'situation'?"

The woman let out a long sigh of relief.

"So it is."

She finally smiled, and her attitude became more enthusiastic:

"Come in, come in, I'll make tea for you."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He didn't know what happened all the time, and he was afraid that he might miss Beiquan's affairs by saying too much, so he kept his face sullen and said nothing, pretending that he was just a competent humanoid pendant.

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The woman surnamed Feng was named Feng Yue, and she was the wife of the third deceased, Meng Lichang. She was 31 years old this year and was a full-time housewife. She occasionally took part-time jobs such as customer service in online stores to subsidize her expenses.

The two have been married for six years and have never had children. The relationship between husband and wife is quite cold.

My wife is a believer, and often goes to the Taoist temples around Fengxing City. Longquan Temple is the most frequented, and she is generous on weekdays, and she has a close relationship with Xuanxu Daoist.

——These are all the information that Wei Fuyuan deciphered bit by bit from the conversation between Bei Quan and Feng Yue when he was listening.

At this time, Beiquan picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and asked with a smile:

"Is the 'that matter' resolved?"

"Um……"

Feng Yue nodded first, then sighed:

"Actually, I don't know if it's resolved...Anyway, it's nothing for now."

Following her words, Beiquan asked, "Can you tell me how the situation is now?"

"Oh, actually, you also know that it's not me who hit the ghost, it's my dead ghost husband."

Feng Yue didn't realize that Beiquan was talking nonsense, but took the other party as someone who knew her own situation, and poured out all the troubles in her heart like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

"Hey, before he died, he couldn't sleep well all night. He told me that he had a nightmare and that he would be killed or something."

"I didn't believe it at the time. I just thought he lost his temper as an excuse because his work was not going well. Anyway, it's not the first time for him. When he got angry outside, he went home and beat him up. He knew to use me to vent his anger!"

"Sure enough, it didn't take long for the dead ghost to have an accident-the good car broke down on the road, and he just got out of the car, and the car beat him up! Hey, the iron bar pierced the chest, it's really... to identify the corpse I didn't even dare to look him in the eye!"

Judging from Feng Yue's tone, it seemed that she was not at all sad for the death of her late husband Meng Lichang, but more like a complaint of years of resentment.

"Actually, I wish that dead ghost would burp sooner. I can relax when he's dead!"

As she spoke, the woman stroked her messy bangs irritably.

"But I'm afraid he'll leave his bad luck in this house!"

Feng Yue said, looking around the small living room:

"Don't look at the small and dilapidated place here, but the location is a degree room, and it's worth a lot!"

As she spoke, she let out a long sigh.

"Last month, I asked Daoist Xuanxu to do a water and land dojo for three days, and I invited the talisman back... Although I haven't encountered any strange things for the time being, but I am a widow living in this room by myself, and I always feel that I have no foundation... ..."

"Oh?"

Beiquan smiled.

"When did Mr. Meng's bad luck start?"

He faced the woman's eyes and smiled softly:

"After all, everything happens for a reason, and if you can find out where the problem is, you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Beiquan's speaking skills were top-notch, and he was handsome. Feng Yue only felt the heat in his ears, and he thought seriously according to the other party's point without any doubt.

"My dead ghost husband has always been very unlucky!"

Feng Yue brushed the hair that had fallen to her cheeks behind her ears, and complained in one voice:

"Work is always not going well, there are a lot of big and small baskets, and even returning home late from get off work can be caught in a fire. This luck is simply the possession of the spirit!"

Bei Quan keenly grasped the key words, and there was a glimmer of light in his maroon pupils, "You said he caught fire when he was off work?"

"Probably last autumn, I don't remember exactly."

When mentioning the dead Meng Lichang, Feng Yue's attitude was very disapproving.

"In the past two days, my damn husband's car was sent to a 4S shop for maintenance. He could only take the bus to and from work. One day he happened to work overtime and arrived home in the middle of the night. As soon as he entered the door, he made an unidentified fire and quarreled with me. One. Later I asked him why he was crazy in the middle of the night, and he said that he encountered a fire on the way home."

"Oh, it's really unlucky."

Bei Quan asked: "Was Mr. Meng injured in the fire?"

"That's not true, he just happened to pass by."

Feng Yue replied:

"However, when he came back that day, he seemed very irritable, yelled for a long time, and almost tried to touch me, so I remember it very clearly."

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"Yes, it is like that."

Coming out of No. 23, Xiling Hutong, Xizhimen Street, Bei Quan led Wei Fuyuan to find a nearby coffee shop.

This store is located in an alley in the old city, and the location is remote. Including the two of them, there are only two tables where people sit, without interfering with each other. It is a very suitable place to talk.

After sitting down, Beiquan made a phone call to someone, with a very familiar tone, said a few words before hanging up, "Then I'll leave it to you."

Wei Fuyuan hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking: "This...are we still going back?"

"Not urgent."

Bei Quan replied while flipping through the menu, "We have to go to other places, but we have to wait until dark."

As he said that, he stretched out his hand to call for the waiter, ordered a glass of snow top chocolate latte, and pushed the menu to Wei Fuyuan.

Wei Fuyuan didn't even look at it, and ordered a cup of black coffee directly.

Coffee came quickly.

Master Wei took a shallow sip, tasted the sour taste of immature fermentation of inferior coffee beans, immediately frowned, and pushed it aside in disgust.

"Boss, can I ask you a question?"

While waiting, Wei Fuyuan asked the doubts in his heart:

"Are you really a layman? Or the disciple of some mysterious real person?"

Beiquan was drinking coffee when he heard this and raised his head.

A half-moon-shaped milk mustache stuck to his lips on the top of the piled snow of whipped cream.

"how is this possible!"

His answer was still rather blunt:

"I'm a serious radio host!"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

——Do you have some self-knowledge, please? ?

— What you're pulling me to do is not what a serious radio host should do! ?

"Then where did you get your conversion certificate and business card?"

Beiquan didn't answer, but reached out his hand to dig out a while in his black suitcase, and took out a large stack of IDs of various colors and the corresponding business cards, fanning them out like playing cards.

"I have many more here."

As he said that, he glanced at Wei Fuyuan and touched his chin, "It seems that I have to get you a set."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

Dare to believe that this is still a batch-issuing fake-certification!

"Then you knew Feng Yue before?"

Young Master Wei continued to ask:

"Otherwise, how do you know that she believes, and you should pretend to be the apprentice of Daoist Xuanxu?"

"The young man's observation skills are not very good."

Beiquan scooped up a ball of cream sprinkled with chocolate sauce with a mixing spoon, put it into his mouth, narrowed his eyes, showing a happy expression.

"It's very simple, because I can see it."

Wei Fuyuan was inexplicably stunned by the phrase "not good at observation", and felt very upset, so he held back his face, and replied stiffly, "I would like to hear more about it".

Beiquan replied with a smile.

"First of all, the peach charms on both sides of the door of Room 302 are newly replaced, and the inscription of Longquan Temple is also written on it; secondly, there is a Bagua mirror hanging on the door, the surface is as clean as new, without any rust, obviously it is also a new thing. So I guess the person who lives in the house must have been to Longquan Temple not long ago, and still begged for help in the temple."

He paused, "Also, there is a yellow talisman pasted on the door lintel. Judging from the handwriting, it is the house evil talisman written by Longquan Guan Xuanxu himself."

Beiquan raised his finger and made a light gesture in the void.

"Realist Xuanxu's status in Longquan Temple is second only to the abbot. Those who can work for him to write talismans by himself must be regular customers who have given many offerings."

Beiquan made a summary:

"So, I guess the owner of the house must have great trust in Master Xuanxu, as long as he pretends to be his disciple, it will be very convenient to set up a conversation."

Wei Fuyuan's heart suddenly ran wild.

——What kind of normal person would notice the old and new of Taofu and Bagua mirror! ?

——Let's not even tell which donkey-nose handwriting it is from a ghost drawing talisman! ?

"..."

He took a deep breath, swallowed the spit that came to his mouth, and changed the question:

"Then what if the Taoist priest who is familiar with Feng Yue is not some mysterious real person?"

"I still have the certificates of conversion under the names of the other four priests of the two Dao Temples in Fengxing City."

Beiquan spread his hands and smiled calmly:

"Anyway, there's always one that will come in handy, right?"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."