Thriller Night Talk

The female nurse was stunned.

She stared blankly at Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan for several seconds, and her vigilant and frightened expression relaxed a little.

The nurse let go of the infusion stand, staggered back a step, looked around in panic at the same time, and asked:

"I heard gunshots, what happened?"

"A gang of armed men broke into the house."

Beiquan replied:

"They killed the housekeeper and captured Mr. Lawyer."

Before discovering the nurse's doubts, Beiquan will default the other party as a kind camp, so he will not deliberately conceal more, because only in this way will the nurse with dark eyes not be exposed to unnecessary danger because of not knowing the situation .

Sure enough, when she heard the identity attribute of "gun-wielding gangster", the female nurse opened her eyes wide, her expression was horrified, and her body trembled involuntarily.

Beiquan has been paying attention to the expression of the female nurse.

This sister is a Caucasian with green eyes, and her irises are very light in color, so the sudden change of pupil constriction can be easily observed. In addition, her face is pale and her fingers tremble, which is an instinct when she is highly stressed reaction.

The nurse's panic didn't seem fake, and Beiquan felt that she was definitely not Daniel's accomplice.

"A gangster with a gun?"

The female nurse took a step back in fear, and instinctively pressed her hand against the door, as if she wanted to close the door:

"What did those people want to do when they broke in? Is there any purpose? Where are they now?"

After a pause, she asked again:

"Also, did you call the police? Did you call the police?"

Beiquan already had some calculations in his mind, but he still explained the situation clearly.

"The number and purpose of the other party is still unclear, but there must be more than one person, and each intruder has a gun."

He paused, and added:

"They have installed signal jamming devices around this mansion, and the mobile phone can't be used. We also tried to call the landline phone, but it didn't work."

The nurse's face paled even more.

"Ah, you're right!"

She looked back at the master bedroom, and there was also a telephone on the low cabinet against the wall.

"When I heard the gunshots just now, I wanted to use that phone to contact the outside world, but I couldn't get through."

The nurse's lips trembled. She was sure that before that, the landline could be connected:

"So even the phone line was cut?"

Beiquan nodded, "From now on, I'm afraid that's the case."

"Then what should we do?"

There was a faint cry in the nurse's voice:

"If this goes on, we'll be killed, won't we?"

Beiquan smiled slightly:

"don’t worry."

In the eyes of people other than Wei Fuyuan, what Beiquan is wearing now is Dai Boqian's appearance. In terms of beauty, of course it cannot compare with his original appearance.

But Beiquan deliberately used the gentle and magnetic voice that he usually uses when supporting the program, with a natural magic power to comfort people, "We will find a way to go out for help."

He said to the nurse:

"And you'd better find a safe and hidden place to hide until the police arrive."

Regarding Beiquan's proposal, the nurse was a little moved, but still hesitated because of her duties.

She looked back at Chen Dafa who was lying on the hospital bed.

"But... what should Mr. Chen do?"

Beiquan smiled.

She didn't answer the nurse's question, but suddenly shot without warning, and cut the side of the other's neck with her palm.

The poor girl lost consciousness without even humming, her knees gave way, and she fell forward like a puppet with broken strings.

Before the other party fell to the ground, Bei Quan reached out and caught her.

Wei Fuyuan: "What are you doing?"

He was puzzled by his boss's sudden move to bring down the female nurse.

"It's inconvenient for her to see what we're going to do later."

While explaining, Beiquan signaled Wei Fuyuan to pick up the fainted nurse.

"And we don't have the energy to protect her all the way now, but if we don't care about it at all and let her run around, we will easily run into danger."

Beiquan opened a door next to the master bedroom, waved to Wei Fuyuan, and signaled him to carry him in.

It was a vacant bedroom.

The room is not big, and it can be seen at a glance when standing at the door. There is a two-meter-wide double bed on the left side against the wall.

Beiquan stuffed the female nurse under the bed, then knocked down a cabinet against the wall and pushed it under the bed.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He immediately understood the meaning of Beiquan's actions.

Looking from the door, the space under the bed was clearly visible at first glance, even if someone hides under the bed, it is easy to be noticed.

But now, after Beiquan's ingenious "processing", a high bed with a hollow bottom has suddenly become a cabinet bed with storage space. No one would have thought that there is still a person hidden in the space behind the cabinet.

"If the sister is smart enough, she'll know to hide there until the police come after her."

Beiquan patted Wei Fuyuan on the shoulder and said to him:

"Okay, let's go meet Chen Dafa now."

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After setting up the female nurse, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan returned to the master bedroom and locked the door.

On the hospital bed, Chen Dafa had his eyes closed and was unconscious. He still looked terminally ill and might burp at any time.

"We're running out of time."

Beiquan said to Wei Fuyuan:

"I need you to 'look' at Chen Dafa's memory for me, you know?"

Wei Fuyuan naturally knew what Beiquan meant.

He nodded solemnly.

Due to time constraints, this time Wei Fuyuan did not ask Beiquan not to slap him on the head.

So Beiquan slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back of the head.

At the same time that the long-lost dizziness hit, Wei Fuyuan was grabbed by the collar of his back shirt by Bei Quan, and flew towards the haggard old man lying on the hospital bed.

Wei Fuyuan felt that he was thrown into a ball of cold glue.

But before he got used to the strange feeling, he heard urgent and quick gasps.

It was his "own" voice.

And in front of him, there was an old man lying on his back.

It was a Chinese man, about six or seventy years old from the outside, wearing a loose moon-white double-breasted Tang suit, thin and haggard, with protruding eyeballs, and the wrist exposed outside the cuff was so thin that only a bone remained.

At this moment, there was a wound on the forehead of this strange thin old man, and blood was gurgling out.

The murder weapon was held by "Wei Fuyuan" himself - it was a brass gold-plated Avalokitesvara statue as long as a small arm.

The old man whose forehead had been slashed opened his eyes with astonishingly large proportions, and stared at "Wei Fuyuan".

"you you--"

There was a loud noise in his throat, with a vicious expression on his face, as if he was trying to speak, but the actual volume was very weak:

"You, you...traitor!"

"Haha, hahahaha!"

Wei Fuyuan laughed loudly when he heard "myself":

"What right do you have to say about me!? What right do you have to blame me!?"

Just by listening to the voice, Wei Fuyuan could tell that Chen Dafa, whom he was empathizing with, should be very young, at most in his 20s.

"You, a beast that doesn't even spare your own wife and son, call me a traitor!?"

After finishing speaking, Chen Dafa swung the gold-plated brass Avalokitesvara statue in his hand again, and hit the old man's head hard twice.

Wei Fuyuan only felt goosebumps all over his body.

If he could, he didn't want to experience what a murderer saw and felt when he committed a crime, because it was too disgusting.

The old man opened a pair of protruding eyes that could not rest in peace, and there was no more sound.

"hahahahahahahaha!!"

Chen Dafa was trembling all over when he was young, but his emotions were very excited. Wei Fuyuan could feel it, and it wasn't just because he had just killed someone.

"It's mine!"

He firmly grasped the murder weapon that killed a person just now—the brass and gold-plated Avalokitesvara statue. Regardless of the blood on it, he suddenly stuffed it into his arms, and then ran out of the room like a madman.

"It's mine! It's mine!!"

Wei Fuyuan heard himself repeating this sentence over and over again.

"Fu Guanyin is mine now!!"

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Originally, Wei Fuyuan thought that the empathy was over, but his vision only went dark for a few seconds, and then brightened up again.

This time, he found himself in a dimly lit room with the smell of incense sticks lingering in his nostrils.

Using Chen Dafa's eyes, Wei Fuyuan noticed that there were two people in the room.

Opposite him is a middle-aged man with a shaved head and wearing cassock, who seems to be a monk, and next to him is a young man wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, who keeps wiping his sweat with a handkerchief, with a very nervous expression.

"please!"

Wei Fuyuan heard "myself" say this, and at the same time pushed a stuffed envelope in front of the monk:

"Master, please save me!"

Chen Dafa's voice sounded extremely old and weak, and the palm that was pressing on the envelope was also thin and gray, obviously very old.

At this time, the black glasses sitting next to Chen Dafa nervously translated his words into another language.

Of course Wei Fuyuan couldn't understand it, but after careful consideration, he felt that it should be Siamese.

After listening to the translator's words, the master snorted unfathomably, and accepted the envelope, which was considered to have accepted Chen Dafa's commission.

He babbled a long string of words to the interpreter.

The man with black-rimmed glasses carefully and carefully translated the words of the master to Chen Dafa.

Wei Fuyuan, who was watching, quickly understood the whole story.

Chen Dafa, who was a gangster in his early years, got the brass and gold-plated Avalokitesvara statue from his boss, and knew the usage of the Buddha statue - as long as he made a wish to him, he could be promoted and rich, prolong his life and enjoy the glory of the world rich.

But Fu Guanyin can run, but if you don't pay attention, you will lose his trace inexplicably.

Therefore, in order to lock up this almighty god of good fortune, he had to build a room without doors and windows in his own courtyard, so that he could not find a way out.

Moreover, Fu Guanyin loves cleanliness. If you want to ensure that He cannot leave, it is best to mix black dog blood and incense ash into the cement of the wall. In this way, Fu Guanyin will not want to approach because the wall is too dirty. went.

Of course Chen Dafa complied.

He smuggled to Citigroup with a gold-plated brass statue of Avalokitesvara, rented a small house in the local suburbs, and secretly built a sealed room with special cement paste walls, "locking" Avalokitesvara in it.

Chapter 76 Windfall-23 You have to think carefully, do you have any relatives who can be "enshrined"

During the conversation, Chen Dafa did not disclose to the eminent Siamese monk the specific location where he hid the brass and gold-plated Avalokitesvara statue.

But he told the other party that even after collecting the Guanyin statue, he felt very uneasy.

Including Chen Dafa himself, people living in that house would occasionally see a strange figure wandering in the house, but no matter whether they tried to look for it or called out loudly, they could not find the real figure of that shadow. body.

Others didn't know, but Chen Dafa knew very well that the looming figure was probably Fu Guanyin who was locked up by him.

Chen Dafa was afraid that the Fu Guanyin, which would make him rich and prosperous, would run away, so after he made money, he bought the small house in the suburbs and the large wasteland around it, and then began to rebuild the house.

He centered on the room where the brass and gold-plated Avalokitesvara was closed, and expanded the villa year after year. Every newly built room was filled with added cement.

Even so, Chen Dafa still felt unsafe.

He turned the house into a labyrinth, with twists and turns, and often unreasonable positions of doors and windows.

Gradually, the rumors of the mysterious figure walking in the house became less and less, and until the past ten years or so, no one has seen "Him" for a long time.

When Chen Dafa said this, the eminent Siamese monk sitting opposite him raised his hand and made a "pause" gesture to him.

Chen Dafa and the translator quickly shut up.

The eminent monk murmured a few words.

The translator glanced at Chen Dafa cautiously, "Master said... Fu Guanyin should be more than what you said, right?"

He hesitated to choose his words, "That is, do you still need some... er, special offerings?"

Wei Fuyuan, who shared the feeling with Chen Dafa, clearly felt the sudden acceleration of this heartbeat.

Obviously the other party is guilty.

Chen Dafa swallowed forcefully, "Indeed... indeed..."

After hesitating again and again, he still decided to confess to the eminent monk from Siam, the only one who could save his life so far.

"Since I enshrined Fu Guanyin in my home, relatives around me have had accidents one after another..."

When mentioning the relatives who died young, especially his wife and his own son, Chen Dafa was obviously a little sad.

"First it was my uncle's family, then my eldest son, then my wife and younger son..."

There was a faint sob in Chen Dafa's voice.

"I don't know if this is the so-called enshrining, but whenever I face an investment with an uncertain future or a difficult decision, someone around me will die, and...everything later proves that my choice is worthless. That's right..."

Although Chen Dafa tried his best to explain his experience of getting rich as calmly as possible, the interpreter beside him was already sweating and couldn't sit still.

He suppressed his fear and translated Chen Dafa's words to the monks.

And Wei Fuyuan knew what it was to translate this expression.

In addition to secretly being shocked by Chen Dafa's cruelty to his relatives, the two of them obviously thought of the same question.

That is why Chen Dafa adopted so many children.

However, the translation is a personal skill, so naturally he would not add oil and vinegar to say something that the employer didn't say at this time, so he just relayed Chen Dafa's explanation honestly.

After listening to the monk, he nodded:

"So, Mr. Chen, what predicament are you in now?"

Chen Dafa coughed for a while before answering:

"I... was diagnosed with lung cancer last month..."

"The doctor said that I have already missed the time for the operation, and I only have three months to live at most..."

After hearing what Chen Dafa had said by the translator, the monk stared at him for a long time with scrutinizing eyes.

About three seconds later, the eminent monk of Siam slightly hooked his lips.

"understood."

He said in Siamese:

"You want to know, is there any way to save your life by relying on Fu Guanyin, right?"

Chen Dafa didn't expect that this master who was said to be powerful would speak out what he thought so easily. He was both surprised and happy, his face turned from white to red, and he wanted to speak, but coughed violently because he was too nervous.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chen Dafa wiped off the bloody phlegm with a handkerchief, and nodded repeatedly:

"Yes Yes!"

He opened his eyes wide and said eagerly:

"I've heard, I've heard that Fuguanyin can not only seek wealth, but also seek health and longevity, so can you-can you-"

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, this time the master suddenly laughed before the translator could speak.

"Ha ha."

The Siamese eminent monk touched the thick envelope in his arms:

"I do have a way to help you seek good health from Fu Guanyin."

He gestured for money, "But first, you have to give me enough compensation."

After finishing speaking, the corners of the monk's lips curled into an arc:

"Secondly, you have to think carefully about whether there are any relatives who can be 'enshrined'..."

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"...Xiaowei, Xiaowei!"

Beiquan patted Wei Fuyuan's face to wake him up from his lethargy.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes, as if he was still immersed in the empathy with Chen Dafa, his expression was very bewildered.

"Beiquan..."

He pursed his lips twice, and pressed his aching forehead: "Wait, I haven't finished watching yet..."

"We don't have much time, and you have shared feelings with Chen Dafa long enough."

Beiquan touched Wei Fuyuan's head sleeping on his lap: "No matter how much you have seen, I can't let you sleep anymore."

Wei Fuyuan felt that Beiquan rubbed his hair like he was stroking a dog.

He rolled over and got up, "I probably understand what happened to Chen Dafa—"

Just when Wei Fuyuan was about to retell what he saw and heard just now to Beiquan, the walkie-talkie they got from the bandits suddenly rang.

"Hey!"

A strange man's voice came from inside:

"Robin, can you hear me?"

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan looked at each other.

"can hear."

Beiquan pressed the call button and opened his mouth to answer.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide in surprise.

Beiquan's voice was completely different from usual.

His originally soft and magnetic voice became rough and hoarse when he spoke, and with a slightly faster American English, he sounded like a Citigroup gangster.

When the man met Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan just now, he fired without saying a single word of nonsense. Except for two screams, the two never heard each other speak from the beginning to the end.

But even with just two screams, Beiquan was still able to imitate the other party's voice for six images, and the remaining four points, after the current interference of the walkie-talkie, even if it was slightly different, the person opposite did not suspect it at all.

"I can't get in touch with the boss anymore, I'm worried that something happened to him!"

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie said anxiously:

"How's the situation over there?"

Beiquan frowned deeply.

"I'm on my way to the master bedroom."

He answered in a Robin-like voice:

"What should I do now?"

The person on the other end of the walkie-talkie spat, "If anything happens to the boss, the police will definitely find us!"

He anxiously replied:

"Like me, find the safe, get some valuables, and get away!"

There was the faint sound of footsteps on the other end of the phone.

"I'm also going to the master bedroom now, I'll leave after I take my things!"

The opposite side paused for a few seconds:

"If you arrive first, you will immediately press Chen for the location and password of the safe, do you understand?"

The intercom hung up.

"It came just fine."

Beiquan smiled at Wei Fuyuan:

"Save us from bothering to find him."

Wei Fuyuan knew Beiquan's abilities, so he was naturally not afraid of those murderers with guns.

So the two closed the door gently, and then hid on both sides of the door, one on the left and one on the right, quietly waiting for the No.2 bandit to come to the door by himself.

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While Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan were waiting in the master bedroom on the second floor, Akihiko Yamamoto on the first floor was also heading for the second floor.

His target was also the master bedroom where Chen Dafa was.

But unlike Daniel, Akihiko Yamamoto didn't care about the mere $40 billion inheritance.

What he wanted was always the "god" that Chen Dafa tried so hard to imprison.

The life experience of Akihiko Yamamoto is actually very similar to that of Dai Baiqian whose identity was falsely used by Beiquan.

He was a second-generation Japanese born in Citigroup, but his father died of an accident before he was one year old, and his mother raised him alone until he was four years old, and died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage due to overwork.

The lonely Akihiko Yamamoto was sent to an orphanage, and was fostered at Chen Dafa's home by a welfare agency.

But until he was found by his grandfather, Akihiko Yamamoto didn't know that his father was actually born in a well-known onmyoji family in Dongying, and his grandfather was even a well-known onmyoji who served the royal family in Dongying.

Akihiko Yamamoto's grandfather found his youngest grandson who had been living abroad for many years when the child was ten years old, and took him away from Chen Dafa's home and returned to Dongying to recognize his ancestors.

In the family, Akihiko Yamamoto learned a lot of yin and yang metaphysics.

He is very talented, and his ability to comprehend spells far exceeds that of his peers.

Although he started a bit late, Akihiko Yamamoto has become a leader among his peers by virtue of his intelligence and hard work.

However, the more he knew, the more Akihiko Yamamoto was puzzled by those "strange" experiences when he was fostered in Chen Dafa's home.

Akihiko Yamamoto, who is very inspired and has yin and yang eyes since he was a child, has seen "Fu Guanyin" wandering around in the mansion several times.

At that time, Akihiko Yamamoto didn't know what it was, but his super inspiration told him that the figure was very powerful, and it was definitely not a simple ghost or something like a ghost.

Later, when he was studying magic arts, he accidentally discovered a record of "Prisoner God" in an ancient Chinese book, and then contacted his brothers who died suddenly due to various accidents or diseases, Akihiko Yamamoto Only then did he finally understand what his adoptive father had hidden at home.

The author has something to say: woo woo woo I feel like I catch a cold every time the temperature drops in winter, and I got caught this year too_(:з」∠)_

I'm really sorry for the one-day break, Dogeza!