Thriller Night Talk

"It was cow's tears that were sprayed on your face just now."

Beiquan tried to help Wei Fuyuan up, but the young master was too tall and strong, and he couldn't help him at all.

"Also, what you see is not an illusion, but a real ghost."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He turned his head violently, his eyes widened, and he stared at Beiquan in shock.

He blinked hard many times just now, but he couldn't erase the gray figure from his retina.

Even if he is unwilling to accept the reality, Wei Fuyuan has to admit that the shadow of that group of people is too real, so real that it is difficult to explain it with "illusion".

It's just that even if seeing is believing, making him really believe that the blob is a "ghost", he still finds it hard to accept!

"Tsk!"

Beiquan looked at Shangwei Fuyuan's big goldfish-like eyes, and clicked his tongue lowly.

"I didn't expect you to be quite stubborn."

As he spoke, he turned around and turned his back to Master Wei, wondering what he was up to.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He didn't have to wait long.

About three seconds later, Beiquan turned around abruptly, shot like lightning, and slapped Wei Fuyuan hard on the back of the head.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!!"

At that moment, he just felt as if a hammer had hit his head.

For some reason, Young Master Wei didn't feel any pain, but the world was spinning, and there was a golden light flashing in front of his eyes, and then suddenly it was dark again.

He threw himself forward uncontrollably, and before falling down, relying on the reflex of his body, he stretched his hands forward, trying to maintain his balance.

In the next second, Wei Fuyuan felt that he was lightly falling into someone's arms.

He barely opened his eyes.

Sure enough, it was not his delusion, Young Master Wei found himself lying in Beiquan's arms, and the other party wrapped his arms around his back, easily letting such a big man like him use a small bird to cling to others The general posture leaned on his shoulders.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

The amount of information was overloaded in a short period of time, and the young master was so shocked that his brain crashed.

He saw Beiquan bend his eyes and reveal a captivating and charming smile.

In the next second, Wei Fuyuan's body suddenly lightened, and Bei Quan picked him up with one hand on the back of his neck.

Immediately afterwards, Young Master Wei flew out like a sack full of cotton, and rushed straight towards the gray figure in a posture about to throw himself to the ground.

Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't hold back his panic, and let out a mournful cry from his throat.

He thought that he was about to be forced to have a face-to-face hug with the gray unknown human-shaped object, and in panic and despair, he instinctively closed his eyes.

However, Wei Fuyuan felt that he fell into a mass of sticky unknown liquid.

The cold, viscous touch wrapped him airtightly, and at the same time, another person's messy and broken screams flooded into his mind.

【No!No!Do not kill me!Do not kill me! ! 】

【I did not do it on purpose!I didn't set fire on purpose! ! 】

[I was very tired and annoyed at the time, so I just smoked a cigarette in the corner! 】

[I didn't know that cigarette butts would ignite those garbage! 】

【I didn't know the house would catch fire! 】

Amid the fearful begging and crying, Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide with all his might.

In his perception, he was sitting on the ground, trembling all over, with tears and snot all over his face, fear and regret almost bursting his chest.

Wei Fuyuan saw an old Honda in front of him, and a man in white was standing next to the Honda, holding the door with one hand, pushing the car towards him slowly and inch by inch like a child moving a toy car come over.

The white figure was extremely tall, at least two meters tall by visual inspection, wearing a loose linen robe, with a pointed sack of the same color on his head, and only two holes were dug for the eyes.

—the Executioner! !

Wei Fuyuan instantly thought of the name Mr. A gave "it".

【sorry!sorry! 】

【Do not kill me!Please, don't kill me! 】

Wei Fuyuan heard himself repeating these words repeatedly, and at the same time, his body muscles convulsed, as if he was trying his best to escape from the danger.

However, he couldn't move.

Not to mention standing up, even if he just wanted to move his body back a few centimeters, he couldn't do it at all.

【Do not kill me!Do not kill me! 】

[Please forgive me! 】

Finally, the rear of the Honda crashed straight into him.

Wei Fuyuan felt like he was flying upside down like a kite, and then something sharp pierced his chest from behind.

He opened his eyes and stared at the dark, empty sky above his head, and there was only one thought in his heart:

【This is retribution—】

……

"Aha!"

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes suddenly, only to realize that he was lying on the ground in a five-body posture, and Beiquan was poking his cheek with a finger, "Okay, it's time to recover."

Young Master Wei rolled over and jumped up like a carp, looking around vigilantly.

The gray figure was still in the open space, with its hands clasped on its knees and its head lowered extremely low.

"That, is that—is it Meng Lichang?"

Wei Fuyuan pointed to the gray figure in front of him, and said tremblingly:

"I, I seemed to see, I saw it just now! He, he said he set the fire! He smoked and threw cigarette butts, lit the garbage, and set the building on fire!"

With that said, he turned his head to look at Beiquan, still immersed in the excitement and unable to extricate himself.

"Also, I saw 'The Executioner'! It, it really exists! It was the cart that hit Meng Lichang!"

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The next day, March 4, Saturday.

Wei Fuyuan's state today is extremely sluggish, even a holiday resort with a pleasant scenery cannot soothe his frightened little heart.

I don't know what Beiquan did. Last night, he was like a soul out of his body. He witnessed the whole process of the third deceased, Meng Lichang, being hit by a car and then stabbed to death by a railing from the first perspective.

The sympathetic fear and despair made Wei Fuyuan unable to sleep all night, and he managed to squint for a while when it was almost dawn, but Bei Quan dug him out of the bed before eight o'clock and told him that it was time to go out.

The two had a hasty breakfast at the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, and Wei Fuyuan, under the instructions of his boss, drove the two of them to the scenic spot in the neighboring city.

This time, they were going to the place where the fourth deceased and the only female Lin Xue had an accident.

Fortunately, the car was in good condition along the way. At eleven o'clock in the morning, the two successfully checked into the holiday villa next to the scenic spot.

The villa is a series of single-family log cabins, each with three double rooms, and each room has its own bathroom.

The room Beiquan booked was on the second floor, and he could see a large lake full of lotus flowers through the window.

Although it is not the season when the lotus leaves are in full bloom, the lotus leaves in the lake stand in pavilions, and when the wind blows, there will be layers of emerald green ripples, which is quite interesting.

It's a pity that Master Wei didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

He felt physically and mentally exhausted, so tired that he couldn't move. As soon as he entered the room, he threw his backpack into a corner, threw himself on one of the beds, and fell asleep without knowing anything.

When Wei Fuyuan woke up, it was completely dark.

"Just woke up."

Beiquan was sitting on his bed reading a book, when he heard the sound of the bed next door turning over and throwing off the quilt, he picked up a sandwich from the bedside table and threw it into Master Wei's arms.

"Make do with a meal, ready to work after eating."

Wei Fuyuan's nervousness, which had been slightly relieved by getting enough sleep, immediately surged up again.

He had already missed lunch, and at this point in the evening he was so hungry that a sandwich wasn't enough to fit between his teeth.

Master Wei climbed out of bed, put on his coat casually, said "I'm going out to eat" stiffly, and went straight out the door, and when he was done, he slammed the door hard, leaving behind a loud bang.

"Tsk."

Beiquan shook his head at the trembling door panel, "Young man, you have a bad temper."

When Wei Fuyuan came back after eating, it was already an hour later.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"The scenic spot has long been closed."

Wei Fuyuan said to Beiquan when he entered the door.

The implication is that it is impossible for you to enter the scenic spot today to investigate Lin Xue's death.

"Wouldn't it be better to close the door?"

Beiquan smiled and stood up, picked up his suitcase, and took a long-handled black umbrella, tilted the handle, and lightly tapped Wei Fuyuan's shoulder.

"Go, let's go now."

The two followed the road signs of the resort all the way to the entrance of the scenic spot.

Indeed, as Wei Fuyuan said, the door was locked, only the lights in the security room next to it were still on, and a young man in his 30s, wearing a uniform, was sitting at a table by the window, concentrating on playing games on his mobile phone.

"Look, I just said I can't get in!"

After yesterday's encounter, [-]% of Wei Fuyuan's materialist world view has been shattered, and the remaining [-]% are also crumbling.

His suffering little heart really didn't want to be hit again so soon. With the ostrich mentality of being able to procrastinate for a while, Young Master Wei very much hoped that his boss would change his mind now and let him go back to his room to rest.

Unfortunately, his wish was doomed to fail.

With a "swish", Beiquan suddenly opened the black umbrella that had been hanging on his elbow.

The umbrella surface of the black umbrella is a circle larger than ordinary umbrellas, and it is more than enough for two people to stand.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that the surface of this umbrella was completely dull black from the outside, but when it was opened, the inner lining seemed to be made of silk, and when it was illuminated by light, it would reflect ripples. shimmer.

But now in the middle of the night, when there is neither sun nor rain, suddenly opening a black umbrella, there is always an indescribably weird feeling, which makes Young Master Wei feel a little uneasy for no reason.

Beiquan stretched out his hand and dragged Wei Fuyuan under the umbrella.

"Remember, follow me closely."

As he spoke, he wrapped Wei Fuyuan's arm with one hand, held the black umbrella with the other, and walked carelessly towards the security duty room.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

——What kind of extreme operation is this!

He was extremely surprised, and his heart was already the standard Edvard Munch's shouting face.

——What does Beiquan want to do! ?

——Wouldn’t it be considered crazy to just pass by with an umbrella like this! ?

Wei Fuyuan twisted a few times, trying to break free from Beiquan's hand, but the opponent's grip was tight and his pace was very fast.

When Master Wei was struggling with how to deal with the security guards, the two of them had already walked to the window, within half a meter of the people inside.

Facts have proved that Wei Fuyuan still underestimated Beiquan's means.

Just like that, Beiquan held up the umbrella, and led Wei Fuyuan Shi Shiran through the window of the guard room, and walked step by step to the iron gate at the entrance of the scenic spot.

The door was closed tightly.

Wei Fuyuan glanced back, the security guard was still immersed in his game world, and he didn't even glance over from the corner of his eye.

He tried to reach out and tugged on the iron gate.

Not moving.

"This……"

Wei Fuyuan turned to look at Beiquan, "If we can't open the door, we can't get in either!"

Beiquan raised the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand, and yanked on the iron gate.

Just hearing the crisp sound of "Kara", the door was pulled open a crack.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He clearly confirmed it himself just now, the iron gate is well received!

Beiquan pushed the iron gate a little further, sided the umbrella, and smiled calmly:

"go in."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

——Damn it!What a good trick to pretend like the wind!

While complaining silently, he bit the bullet and followed in.