Thriller Night Talk

At 7:26 AM Central Time on July [-]th, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan's return flight took off smoothly.

After a long thirteen hours, four and 10 minutes in the air, the flight landed at 7:27 pm on July [-].

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan arrived and left the airport from the international airport. The scheduled pick-up service was already waiting for them in the parking lot.

The car sent them directly to the old city. Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan got off the car at the intersection and walked back to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company.

"By the way, I actually wanted to ask you before."

Wei Fuyuan dragged his luggage and said as he walked:

"You never seem to let foreign cars drive directly to the door of the company. Why?"

Beiquan turned his head and glanced at him, and asked without answering:

"What do you think?"

Wei Fuyuan really thought seriously.

"No, it's not just the car."

He carefully recalled many details:

"Even express delivery and takeaway are never delivered directly to the company. Every time, I just ask my brother to put it on the low table by the door, and then you or I can get it by ourselves..."

The low table that Wei Fuyuan mentioned was a table placed in the corner of the company's outer wall. There is no problem with second-hand rental bookstores.

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan with an expression of disbelief:

"Could it be that other than us, no one else can find Santuchuan?"

Beiquan smiled and nodded, "Smart."

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide:

"How did you do it?"

Beiquan replied:

"It's just a blindfold."

He explained:

"In order not to cause trouble to the neighbors, we have set up a formation similar to ghosts hitting the wall next to the company. Most people walk by the door of the company and will subconsciously ignore it. If someone turns their head to look at it, what they see will only be It's just a dangerous building."

As he spoke, he looked at Wei Fuyuan, his eyes slightly bent, and he revealed a somewhat complicated and unspeakable smile.

"However, this formation can be used to fool ordinary people, as long as they are a little bit knowledgeable, or like you... um..."

Beiquan paused, and thought of a more appropriate adjective:

"If there are predestined people, there will be no effect."

Being tickled by the word "destined person", Wei Fuyuan's cheeks turned red immediately, and at the same time, he was secretly happy:

"Yes, is it?"

Wei Fuyuan grasped the trolley of the suitcase in his hand, and tried his best to make his response calm and calm:

"That's really a coincidence."

Beiquan didn't say anything, just stared at Wei Fuyuan's red earlobe for a long time.

——This is really troublesome...

He raised his hand and brushed away a strand of bangs that fell to his eyelids.

——I know I shouldn't be moved, but now...

Beiquan sighed softly and silently:

——I'm really... heartbroken...

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Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan walked all the way to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company.

Because of the conversation just now, Wei Fuyuan stopped in front of the company and looked carefully.

"This... I really don't see anything special about it."

Wei Fuyuan commented.

Beiquan smiled:

"You try to take a picture?"

Wei Fuyuan didn't know why, but he took out his mobile phone and took a photo of the main entrance of "Santuchuan".

On the phone screen, between a bookstore with a faded sign and an unremarkable grocery store, it was not the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company he was very familiar with, but a dilapidated, dilapidated house that hadn't been repaired for an unknown period of time.

The wooden door at the entrance of the small building is locked tightly, and a piece of rice paper that has faded to light rose red is pasted on the door, with the inscription "Auspicious House Rental", and a string of mobile phone numbers underneath, but the last three numbers of the mobile phone number have been torn off casually. No one can get through this piece of paper.

"Wow!"

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide in shock, "You can even fool a camera, that's amazing!"

After satisfying the little assistant's curiosity, the two dragged their suitcases into "Santuchuan".

Zhu Ling and Tian received a call ahead of time to raise their salary, and they were already waiting in the living room.

But besides the two of them, there was a third person in the living room.

"You are back!"

Seeing Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan enter the door, the strange man stood up from the sofa, stood facing the two of them, his back straightened, his expression stiff and polite.

Wei Fuyuan: "?"

He turned to Beiquan and asked Beiquan with his expression.

But Beiquan didn't know this person either, so he shook his head slightly.

"first meet!"

The strange man didn't wait for Beiquan to ask "Who are you?", and started to babble like beans pouring from a bamboo tube:

"My name is Jiang Nan'an. I am 26 years old. I am a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple. I graduated from Fengxing University with a major in Chinese language and literature. I have practiced Shaolin boxing and cudgel since I was a child.

"and many more."

Beiquan raised his hand to interrupt the self-introduction of this young man named Jiang Nan'an, "Could it be..."

His eyes scanned back and forth on the opponent:

"You are my new partner?"

Jiang Nan'an nodded like pounding garlic:

"That's right! That's right!"

He rubbed his head embarrassingly, "I should have come three months ago, but..."

Jiang Nan'an pointed to his left hand:

"When the master called me, I just had a small car accident and my left wrist fractured, so..."

"I see."

Beiquan nodded knowingly, smiled slightly, and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, "Comrade Xiao Jiang, you are welcome to join our big warm family."

Jiang Nan'an seemed to be both surprised and moved by Beiquan's friendly attitude. He quickly took Beiquan's hand, shook it vigorously a few times, and at the same time expressed his determination eagerly:

"I will definitely work hard, cooperate fully, and strive to bring all the wandering ghosts to justice as soon as possible!"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He stared at Jiang Nan'an with a foolish expression, and compared himself with himself in his heart.

Comrade Xiao Jiang, who appeared out of nowhere, seemed to be only 1.7 meters tall and less than 1.8 meters tall, and he was at least ten centimeters shorter than himself in height alone.

Jiang Nan'an pushed a short length, and his appearance could barely be regarded as a straight face, but it was only at the level of a passer-by Zhou Zheng. Although the arm muscles exposed outside the short-sleeved T-shirt were strong, Wei Fuyuan asked himself if it was better than his figure. , I will never lose to him.

Also, the other party claimed to be a monk of Shaolin Temple, who was familiar with boxing and stick techniques, and was also good at covering iron shirts with gold bells...

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan sneered lowly.

——If you really have copper skin and iron bones, you won't break your wrist bones in a small car accident, right?

Just as Young Master Wei was silently criticizing Comrade Xiao Jiang from all angles, and concluded that no matter from which point of view, he was the winner, Zhu Ling on the side suddenly said:

"Since Xiao Jiang is here."

She glanced at Wei Fuyuan:

"Then, Xiao Wei doesn't need to continue to work part-time here, does he?"

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He thought that he had been here for three months conscientiously, and there was no credit but hard work, so he should get Zhu Ling's favorability anyway, right?I didn't expect that a newcomer had just arrived, and I didn't even have a certain level of ability and level, so I couldn't wait to fire him! ?

——This is impossible! !

"We signed a contract!"

Wei Fuyuan immediately jumped up.

When he first applied for the job, he agreed on a three-month probationary period. Now that the three months have passed, Wei Fuyuan has long since become a full-time employee and signed a new contract.

"I remember very clearly that the newly signed labor contract stipulates that the dismissal must be notified at least one month in advance. You can't let me go now!"

Zhu Ling was silent.

Indeed, as a tool spirit made of a piece of vermilion ink, she has a natural inspiration for any text, as long as she "touches" it once, it will be permanently imprinted in her mind.

She has touched Wei Fuyuan's labor contract, and she also remembers the terms. What is certain is that the boy is not talking nonsense.

Zhu Ling turned his head and glared at Beiquan, and only said four words:

"You come with me."

After finishing speaking, she turned her head and walked straight into the study.

"I'll discuss it with Zhu Ling."

Beiquan smiled at Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an:

"You guys wait here a moment."

After finishing speaking, he also entered the study and closed the door behind him.

"Okay, let's talk about it."

Zhu Ling left the only chair to Bei Quan, while he leaned against the bookshelf with his hands folded and a serious expression on his face.

"What are you going to do with Wei Fuyuan?"

Although they signed a labor contract with Wei Fuyuan, both of them actually knew that the laws of the world were not a constraint at all for them, outsiders. If Beiquan really wanted to break the contract, at least he would Ten ways to settle this matter.

Although Zhu Ling didn't know much about human relationships and the world, he knew Beiquan quite well.

Originally, when Beiquan recruited Wei Fuyuan to work, Zhu Ling was against it.

In her opinion, putting innocent people in danger is unwise and easy to get into trouble.

However, Beiquan said at the time that Wei Fuyuan's joining was only temporary, and when the new partner came, Wei Fuyuan's memory would be erased, and he would leave "Santuchuan" unconsciously and return to his original peaceful life.

"Now Xiao Jiang is here, are you going to change your mind?"

Beiquan sat on the chair, bowed his head and remained silent for a while.

"It's not that I changed my mind..."

Beiquan thought for a while, but still tried to persuade Zhu Ling:

"It's Xiaowei who... is more talented than I expected."

Zhu Ling frowned:

"What do you mean?"

Bei Quan briefly explained how he used the God's descent technique to move three souls and seven souls into Wei Fuyuan's body.

"Xiaowei's meritorious power is far stronger than I expected, and it will be of great help to me."

He pointed to himself:

"You also know my physical condition..."

Zhu Ling frowned even tighter.

"Besides, with Xiaowei's meritorious power, are you sure that spells such as enchantment will really be useful to him?"

Zhu Ling stopped talking.

She fixedly looked at Beiquan with a pair of black ink-like eyes, as if she wanted to see through his body and his soul.

After a long silence, Zhu Ling asked:

"You don't want Xiaowei to leave here, are you really selfish?"

The author has something to say: the third person in the list of supporting roles finally appeared hahahaha