Thriller Night Talk

The two sat in the cafe for an hour, and settled for dinner by the way.

The sky gradually darkened.

At this time, a new email was also sent to Wei Fuyuan's mailbox.

Master Wei clicked on the title, and found that it was the address that Beiquan asked him to contact before, but this time the attachment was bigger, with a whole G in it.

He downloaded the attachment, unzipped it and opened it page by page, and then he was too shocked to speak.

The attachment turned out to be the investigation data of a fire case.

"Oh, here we come."

Beiquan pushed aside the plate with only a few onions and green peppers left, beckoned the waiter to take away the cups and plates, then moved his body, and moved closer to Wei Fuyuan's side.

The safe distance was suddenly broken, Wei Fuyuan froze for a moment.

He smelled the fragrance of Beiquan's body.

Different from common men's cologne, Beiquan's body smelled like the fragrance of some kind of plant.

If Wei Fuyuan had to describe it, the smell smelled like wormwood, but after a closer sniff, it seemed more like sweet-scented osmanthus.

For some reason, Young Master Wei suddenly felt a little restless.

He turned away slightly, and pushed his mobile phone screen towards Beiquan.

The two read the information in the attachment in silence.

"I see."

Beiquan took out a pen and paper, and sorted out the clues they had now grasped one by one.

On September 9 last year, a serious fire broke out in an old house renovated apartment next to the station about one stop away from here.

After the investigation, the fire started at about 01:30 in the morning. The cause of the fire was that the cigarette butts ignited the garbage accumulated by the residents in the corridor on the first floor.

At that time, the weather was dry and there were a lot of combustible materials in the old building. The fire spread rapidly and burned to the top floor soon.

119 quickly dispatched the police, but they were blocked at the intersection by private cars parked everywhere. Fortunately, the apartment on fire was not high-rise, and there were only six families living in it when the accident happened. Most of them escaped successfully, except for the fourth floor on the top floor A young female clerk was trapped in the fire and was finally burned alive.

"The girl who was burned to death was named Ye Jia. She was just 24 years old when she died. She had graduated from university for one year and was working in a private company."

Wei Fuyuan sighed regretfully while reading the materials.

In the photo, the girl named Ye Jia has a pretty face and her hair is neatly tied into a ponytail. She is a serious and cautious top student.

When Young Master Wei thought of such a beautiful and delicate girl being burned to death not long after she started her life, she felt very sad.

"Look, in our case, the three parties involved happened to be related to the fire."

As Beiquan said, he quickly jotted down the notes on the paper.

"The second deceased, Liu Fei, lived on the second floor of the apartment where the accident happened. Lin Xue, who fell off the trestle at the end of last month, lived next door to Ye Jia who was burned to death."

The tip of his pen poked lightly on the paper.

"As for Meng Changli, his wife said that when the fire broke out, he happened to pass by the fire..."

Beiquan turned his head and smiled at Wei Fuyuan:

"What do you think?"

"This... is indeed a bit weird..."

Wei Fuyuan thought about it, and decided to be more cautious, not to jump to conclusions:

"And what happened to the first deceased?"

In this series of weird accidents, the first unlucky guy named Wu Qingping ran into the construction site drunk late at night and was crushed to death by steel bars.

It's just that Wu Qingping is a boss with a net worth of over [-] million, so he wouldn't live in this kind of alley in the old city at first glance. Master Wei really didn't understand what he could have to do with the fire.

Beiquan smiled and reminded:

"Have you noticed the company name of Boss Wu?"

"So it is!"

Only then did Wei Fuyuan suddenly realize:

"Ye Jia, who was burned to death in the fire, worked in Wu Qingping's company before she was alive!"

Beiquan nodded, reached out to pick up the water glass, and repeated the question just now:

"Now, what do you think?"

Wei Fuyuan frowned, concentrating on his thoughts, and after a while, he suddenly slapped his thigh hard.

"I see!"

He imitated the classic action of an elementary school student detective, stretching out his hand and pointing at the void:

"The murderer must be Mr. A!!"

Beiquan's hand holding the cup trembled, and "knocked" on the table.

"Oh?"

He looked up, "How do you say that?"

"Isn't there such a stalk in novels and movies?"

Finally being able to explain his reasoning to Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan was delighted.

"A certain person died somewhere, and his relatives or lovers felt that someone should be responsible for his death, but they couldn't find the murderer, so they decided to kill all the people who might be related to the incident!"

Master Wei stretched out his hand and pushed the non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose:

"I think that only the murderer knows the criteria for choosing a victim. Therefore, Mr. A who claims to have 'precognition' must be the real murderer!"

"Well, that sounds reasonable."

Beiquan asked back:

"However, how did Mr. A make the four murders look like accidents?"

Wei Fuyuan was questioned again.

"This...maybe some kind of trap was used."

He tried to make himself logical.

"There is a special theme in mystery novels called 'impossible crime'. The murderer will always design some very elaborate traps to disguise the murder as an accident or something."

Wei Fuyuan suddenly had another flash of inspiration:

"For example, the unlucky Liu Fei who fell into the inspection well and was scalded to death, I guess the manhole cover he lifted was actually replaced by a fake cover made of foam or wood, otherwise it would be difficult to explain how he could carry it with a bamboo pole figure. You have to move two hundred catties!"

Wei Fuyuan, who thought he had solved the case, raised his eyebrows at Beiquan. Although he didn't say it, the expression on his face clearly read the words "quickly praise me".

"maybe."

Beiquan smiled slightly:

"But how did Mr. A make Liu Fei's beloved thing fall into the inspection well accurately? How to avoid the monitoring probe and replace the manhole cover secretly, and then replace the real manhole cover back afterward?"

Wei Fuyuan couldn't answer.

But he was unwilling to give up his reasoning.

"Perhaps...Mr. A arranged a mechanism like a magnet, and also tampered with the surveillance records!"

Young Master Wei said vaguely.

"It doesn't matter, no matter what the truth is, we will find out soon."

Beiquan didn't continue to entangle on this topic.

He looked down at his watch:

"It's almost time, let's go."

&&&&&&&&&

The car drove out of Xizhimen Street and headed south.

They are heading to the place where the third deceased, Meng Lichang, died.

At that time, Meng Lichang went to a remote fork in order to avoid the inspection that might be encountered while driving under the influence of alcohol, but at this moment, it happened to be convenient for Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan's actions.

Wei Fuyuan's driving skills are very good, according to the guidance of the navigation, he made three turns, five turns and two turns to the accident site.

"It should be here."

Young Master Wei pulled the car over and parked it, paying special attention to making sure he had stepped on the foot brake before turning off the engine and getting out of the car.

The iron railing that pierced through Meng Lichang was originally a flower bed fence of a family, but it had been dismantled after the accident, and now there is only a circle of screw marks at the bottom.

Wei Fuyuan turned on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, squatted down and studied it carefully for a while, but he didn't see any tricks.

"It's been more than a month. Even if there were any traces at the beginning, they should be gone by now, right?"

He said in his heart that I was in charge of a student, not a criminal investigation or trace inspection, so even if I squatted here until dawn, I might not be able to find anything.Moreover, although this place is remote, it is still a residential area after all. If a passer-by reports to the police as a suspicious person, how can I explain to the police that the two of them wandered here at night?

"Otherwise, shall we go back?"

Wei Fuyuan stood up.

"Leave the investigation to the police. At most, we can send an anonymous letter telling them Mr. A is suspicious..."

Beiquan raised his hand and interrupted Wei Fuyuan's words.

"Can't you see anything?"

he asks.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

In the middle of the night, and in a place where people have died, such a sudden sentence really sends chills down the spine.

Wei Fuyuan trembled, "Look, what do you see?"

"...You really can't see it?"

Beiquan muttered softly:

"Obviously born... I thought you could at least 'see'."

Wei Fuyuan pricked up his ears, but he still couldn't understand what the four vague words in Beiquan's sentence were.

Just when he was about to ask, Beiquan had already opened the black bag that he never left, and took out a perfume bottle with the length of a little finger from it.

Master Wei: "??"

Beiquan walked up to Wei Fuyuan with the small bottle, pulled off the bottle cap, "Bow your head."

Wei Fuyuan lowered his head reflexively, meeting Beiquan's eyes.

In the next second, a cold water mist sprayed on his left eye. It didn't hurt, but there was a strange foreign body sensation.

He stretched out his hand reflexively to wipe it, but Beiquan grabbed his hand one step faster, and sprayed water on his right eye at the same time.

Then Beiquan let go of Wei Fuyuan and took two steps back.

"Now, turn around and look."

he said with a smile.

Wei Fuyuan was puzzled, rubbing his eyes while turning his head.

In the next second, Young Master Wei's face suddenly turned pale, and he leaned back reflexively, taking a few steps back, and bumped into Beiquan unexpectedly, staggered again, and sat down on the concrete floor.

"what--"

As soon as Wei Fuyuan uttered a syllable in his scream, Bei Quan quickly covered his mouth.

"Shh, shhh—"

Bei Quan moved closer to the other party's ear:

"Don't bark, don't be afraid, I'm here."

Wei Fuyuan shuddered twice, forcing himself to calm down, but his voice was still trembling slightly.

"What, what is that? What the hell is that!?"

He raised his hand and pointed forward tremblingly.

Directly in front of Wei Fuyuan's fingertips was the railing that was removed after the accident.

In the eyes of ordinary people, it is an empty space with nothing.

However, Young Master Wei could clearly see a group of gray figures squatting on the open space, with their hands wrapped around their knees, their face buried in their knee sockets, motionless.

"You, you, what did you just do!?"

Wei Fuyuan rubbed his eyes desperately:

"Why, why do I suddenly have hallucinations of that, there is, there is someone!?"