Thriller Night Talk

After explaining the details of the will to the four heirs, the lawyer suggested that they fulfill the conditions now, and all of them went to the second floor to visit Chen Dafa who was seriously ill.

No one objected.

So the butler led the way, followed by the lawyer, the four heirs, and Wei Fuyuan, who was the boyfriend of "Dai Baiqian", left the living room, walked through the long and complicated corridor, and headed to the master bedroom on the second floor.

For ordinary villas, the distance from the first floor to the second floor is usually just a staircase.

But for this mansion, they need to come out of the living room, pass through the left side of the "I"-shaped corridor, walk up to the second floor from the stairs in the middle, turn back and go down the stairs again. Go to the right side of the corridor, then pass through the opposite corridor, and go up the stairs for the third time to see the room where Chen Daxian lives.

Wei Fuyuan secretly clicked his tongue in his heart.

Last night, Beiquan let Guanhu Suying out to explore the way. Although the little fox encountered a scarecrow halfway and fled back in fright, he failed to complete the task assigned by his master, but he still ran halfway through the house.

Later, Beiquan drew a map of the places where Suying explored the road, and let him keep it firmly in his mind.

At that time, Wei Fuyuan felt that it is no exaggeration to say that people who enter this house for the first time will be [-]% confused by the complicated road conditions here, and it will take at least half a day to remember the nine tunes of this house. The complex structure of eighteen bends.

But now, when Wei Fuyuan moved more and more in this room, he felt more clearly that the internal structure of this mansion was more like a maze than what he saw on paper.

Wei Fuyuan glanced sideways at Beiquan.

There was no expression on Beiquan's face, as if he was simply following the others.

But for some reason, Wei Fuyuan just felt that although Beiquan looked careless, he was actually concentrating on observing the surrounding environment, not letting go of any clues.

"Knock knock."

The butler stood outside the door and knocked respectfully.

A young woman in a nurse's uniform opened the door.

"Let's take a look at Mr. Chen."

The lawyer asked the nurse who opened the door:

"How is Mr. Chen doing today?"

"Mr. Chen just woke up two hours ago."

The nurse sideways let them into the room and replied at the same time:

"I was awake for about 10 minutes, drank some water, ate a small bowl of oatmeal, and fell asleep again."

The master bedroom where Chen Dafa sleeps is said to be the largest room in the entire mansion.

But in fact, this suite is only about 25 square meters except for the supporting bathroom and tea room, and the internal structure has nothing to do with the word "luxury".

According to the topographical map obtained by the little fox, this room should be located in the center of the second floor, surrounded by corridors on the front and left and right sides, and adjacent to another room at the back, so there are no windows on all sides, and it is all ventilated by air conditioning.

As soon as Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan entered, they smelled a strange smell.

The flavor is not strong, but it is clear and hard to ignore.

If I have to describe it, it’s probably the smell of disinfectant, alcohol and other topical medicines mixed with various human excrement in a poorly ventilated environment. It’s not that the stench is unbearable, but it’s definitely not pleasant. .

Sure enough, Daniel raised his hand to cover his nose, while Juan took a step back as if frightened, and even Akihiko Yamamoto, who had not changed his expression, frowned.

A hospital bed was placed in the middle of the room.

It's not an ordinary big bed, but an advanced hospital bed with an air mattress, three sections of movement, guardrails and an infusion stand.

From the angle of the door, everyone could only see a person lying on the bed.

"Mr. Chen asked you when he woke up just now."

The nurse closed the door with a smile, walked to the bed, beckoned, and signaled everyone to go over:

"When he wakes up, he will be very happy to know that you have come to see him."

There was an eerie silence in the room.

Wei Fuyuan couldn't explain why, but the moment he entered this room, he felt an indescribable sense of discomfort.

This feeling is very subtle, just like the repulsion and anxiety that people instinctively produce when they walk into a funeral home and know that they are about to come into close contact with death.

And when he saw the man lying on the bed whose face could not be seen clearly, the hair-raising atmosphere became more vivid.

Apparently, others felt the same way.

Beiquan looked around and saw that Daniel, Juan, and Akihiko Yamamoto didn't intend to come forward, so he reached out and grabbed his assistant's wrist, pulling him to the bedside together.

The two BY making fish and adding salt saw an old man lying on the bed.

According to the information, Chen Dafa is 74 years old this year.

But at this moment, the person sleeping on the hospital bed must be at least a centenarian from the outside.

I don't know if it's because of being tortured by the disease for too long, Chen Dafa is very thin, so thin that it looks like a piece of skin is directly covered on a dry bone, and the chapped and dry skin like a dehydrated orange is intertwined with blue veins, like a big rugged net .

It was midsummer, and although the central air conditioner was turned on in the room, it was still a bit stuffy.

The nurse only covered Chen Dafa with a thin quilt.

Where the patient was exposed outside, from the nasal cavity to the instep, several tubes were inserted in all directions, some thick and some thin, and of different lengths. Some were connected to infusion bags, some were connected to urine storage bags, and some were not Not sure what it is for.

The old man fell asleep, but his eyeballs protruded due to excessive weight loss, which made his eyes unable to close tightly, and a line of white eyelids appeared under his eyelids. His face did not match "kindness" or "benevolence" at all. A zombie with a sallow complexion and a purple face in a Hong Kong movie 30 or [-] years ago.

"He's dying...uh...I mean, Mr. Chen he..."

Daniel stood half a meter away from the hospital bed, and said dryly:

"He's really... very ill, isn't he?"

After a pause, Daniel said again:

"Anyway, he's asleep now, we... have visited him, shall we?"

The lawyer turned his head and glanced at Daniel, without showing a disgusted expression, just nodded, and answered in a business-like manner:

"Yes, that's all it takes."

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After everyone "visited" Chen Dafa, they went back to their rooms.

In Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan's room, Beiquan was making final preparations.

Originally, he planned to finish all these together yesterday, but it is a pity that he was injured. After drawing the spell on his assistant's back, his blood, energy and mind were exhausted. Wei Fuyuan vomited blood on his face.

So Beiquan had no choice but to pray that the other magician hidden somewhere would also be cautious and dare not make a move first.

Fortunately, they are lucky.

The opponent obviously failed to find out their details, and did not act rashly last night, Beiquan was finally able to implement his second insurance measure.

So Wei Fuyuan watched the boss take out many strange things from the suitcase, and started busy in the room.

Beiquan first nailed six long nails in each of the four corners of the room, and then used thin red thread, as if doing some kind of large-scale hand-weaving, to wrap a strange pattern on the 24 nails, and then spread them vertically and horizontally. A few bells and some oddly shaped bones were attached to the staggered red strings.

Afterwards, he took out the Qingguang Vientiane Pen, used blood as ink, wrote several yellow talismans, and pasted them on the corresponding positions in the room one by one.

"what are you doing?"

Wei Fuyuan asked strangely.

"Building a safe house."

Beiquan raised one hand, and the talisman stretched straight, flew straight out, and stuck to the door lintel with a "snap".

"Afterwards, if something happens that you and I can't handle for a while, just run into the room and close the door, understand?"

Wei Fuyuan: "What about after you come in?"

"Of course I figured out a way."

Beiquan smiled:

"The talisman in this room should be able to block us for a while, it can be regarded as buying time."

Wei Fuyuan said "Oh":

"So it seems that the opponent this time is very powerful?"

His eyes wandered back and forth on Beiquan:

"It's the first time I've seen you make so much preparation in advance."

Beiquan smiled, thinking that after all, today is different from the past, and his physical condition does not allow it, so it is better to be more cautious.

"It's hard to say whether the opponent is strong or not. The main reason is that we don't know his strength yet, so we can't be careless."

After speaking, he confirmed to Wei Fuyuan again:

"Do you remember what I taught you last night?"

"Of course I remember!"

Wei Fuyuan replied in seconds:

"I can recite it backwards!"

Beiquan was finally relieved.

He used another simple trick of blindfolding, which was not difficult, and roughly covered up the red lines that stretched across the room, and it was already dinner time.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan left the room and walked towards the restaurant.

If you don't count the brunch during the day, which is somewhat nondescript for Chinese people, this is the first serious meal that Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan had in Chen Dafa's mansion.

There were only five people sitting on the long dining table - Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, Daniel, Yamamoto Akihiko, and a lawyer who also had to live here for a week in order to supervise their performance of inheritance tasks.

The butler told them that Juan said he seemed to have a headache and would not come down to eat with them.

Even if one person is missing, the seats for four people are still the same as during the day.

Beiquan seems to have made up his mind to make Daniel the disgusting homophobic straight man, so he deliberately sat very close to Wei Fuyuan. couple.

However, unlike during the day, Daniel did not come to find fault with the two of them.

It was as if he suddenly thought about it and didn't care about a gay couple showing their affection in front of his eyes.

— No, not right.

Bei Quan took a piece of peeled lobster meat from Wei Fuyuan's fork, and glanced at Daniel opposite him out of the corner of his eye.

—his attention was on other things.

In fact, although Daniel tried his best to conceal it, he had clearly shown a disturbed look since he went to the dinner table.

The bearded handsome guy barely touched the food on his plate, but drank a lot of ice water, and looked down at his mobile phone every two to three minutes, as if he was waiting for someone to contact him.

Beiquan frowned slightly.

Just when he was thinking about whether to open his mouth to test Daniel, he suddenly heard a muffled "bang" sound from outside.