Thriller Night Talk

After "Thriller Night Talk", Beiquan walked out of the studio and said to Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an:

"It's getting late, everyone go back and rest first."

He turned to Jiang Nan'an:

"Zhu Ling should be able to collect the information tomorrow morning, and we will study it."

Then he turned to Wei Fuyuan:

"Little Wei, you..."

Beiquan got stuck for a while, "By the way, are you planning to move tomorrow? Have you found a house yet?"

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He was suffocating in his heart, originally he didn't want to talk to Beiquan, but when he thought that he should leave the job in one day, he suddenly felt an indescribable grievance and sadness.

Inexplicably, Master Wei's nose felt a little sore.

"Ah."

Wei Fuyuan nodded lightly.

The dismissal came so suddenly that Wei Fuyuan could only make do with finding an apartment-style hotel on the same city website where he could check in at any time.

Fortunately, the salary Beiquan gave him was not low, and he gave him three more months of salary as compensation for resignation. Master Wei counted on his fingers, enough for him to stay in the hotel for a while, and then find another job. I have a job with food and housing included.

It's just... where else can I find a place like "Santuchuan"?

Wei Fuyuan's eyes were hot, and he quickly turned his eyes sideways, not daring to look directly at Beiquan.

Although the work of "Santuchuan" is very dangerous and scary for ordinary people.

However, the three views are broken, but Wei Fuyuan has to admit that he feels a different kind of fun in this "job".

People's hearts are unpredictable, good and evil are difficult to distinguish, and desires are difficult to appease.

The stories hidden behind the hotline allow him, an inexperienced rich man, to see another world that is absolutely untouchable in the ivory tower.

In the process of chasing vengeful ghosts, he has seen all kinds of dark sides of the human heart, and at the same time discovered the shining points of human nature in the details.

I don't know when, Wei Fuyuan no longer felt suspicious, resistant and at a loss for this job.

He even gradually found some ways to use the power of merit...

...and more than that.

Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth secretly.

He admitted that he was reluctant to part with Beiquan.

I still want to stay by Beiquan's side, and I want to investigate the case with him and help him share the danger as before, even if it's just to be a qualified tool man, Wei Fuyuan is willing to let Beiquan shoot it and throw it away...

...Besides, Beiquan...has not recovered from his injury yet.

"..."

Wei Fuyuan opened his mouth.

He wanted to say, Beiquan, you still have injuries on your body, otherwise, I will be a freelancer and I will accompany you to solve this case.

But when the words came to his lips, they seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't speak them at all.

And Bei Quan had already stretched out his hand, and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder, "Then go to bed early, you still have work to do tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Beiquan smiled, turned and walked towards his room.

Wei Fuyuan stared at Beiquan's back, gritted his teeth.

But he couldn't do anything and couldn't do anything.

After Wei Fuyuan washed in a hurry, he returned to his small attic, and fell down on the single bed that was a little too narrow for him, like a defeated rooster, both depressed and dejected.

It was already one o'clock in the morning on July 7, but Wei Fuyuan didn't feel sleepy at all.

He kept lying flat, staring at the sloping ceiling above his head, staring at a crescent-shaped mold spot in a daze.

Wei Fuyuan didn't know how long he had watched it.

I don't know when, the crescent-shaped stain began to gradually blur and double in his vision.

Wei Fuyuan felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

Finally, he closed his eyes.

"Knock, knock, knock."

There were several light knocks on the door.

Wei Fuyuan didn't notice anything, he was still lying on the bed, sleeping like a piglet.

"It's stuck."

The door opened, and a small head stuck in, looking in the direction of the single bed.

"I'm dizzy, I'm so asleep."

Tian Jiaxin extinguished the Mixiang that was about to burn to the end, while turning his head and said to another person.

The door was completely pushed open, Zhu Ling and Tian Jiaxin walked into the attic together and came to Wei Fuyuan's bedside.

"Oh, to be honest, I'm really reluctant!"

The four-headed child with a salary increase clasped his arms in Yuyu's arms, furrowed his brows lightly, and sighed:

"I think he cooperated well with Beiquan, in fact..."

"No, he's just an ordinary person."

Zhu Ling resolutely interrupted what Tian Jiaxin had to say.

"You know our principles, don't you?"

Tian Jiaxin curled his lips and stopped talking.

He took out another incense stick from a small basket, ignited a small flame, lit the incense, and put it on the bedside table.

An indescribable strange fragrance soon filled the entire attic.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes.

What appeared in front of his eyes was Zhu Ling's palm, on which a swirl was drawn with red ink...

July 7, at six o'clock in the morning.

As soon as the sun rose, Wei Fuyuan woke up.

There was still that somewhat pungent fishy smell in the room, but Wei Fuyuan didn't seem to notice it, he brushed his teeth, washed his face, and dressed numbly.

After changing the equipment for going out, he threw the pajamas he had changed into a corner, and then dragged the suitcase he had already packed down the stairs,

Wei Fuyuan didn't say goodbye to anyone, he walked through the living room, came to the main entrance of "Santuchuan", opened the door directly, took his luggage, and walked into the alley in the morning light without looking back middle.

Beiquan leaned against the door, watching Wei Fuyuan leave.

He didn't let Wei Fuyuan find himself.

This is not the first time that Beiquan faced the scene of his "partner" leaving, but it made him more...

……

The word "sad" flashed through Beiquan's mind.

He pressed hard on the position of his heart, and raised the corners of his lips, forcing himself to smile.

— Well, at least I sent him away with a smile.

Beiquan said to himself.

"Goodbye."

Afterwards, he waved lightly towards the long-lost figure.

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December 7th, ten o'clock in the morning.

Bei Quan and Jiang Nan'an were reading the materials that Zhu Ling gave them in the study.

This was Jiang Nan'an's first time participating in an investigation, and he was as excited as Alaska who was just about to go for a walk. If he really grew a tail, he might be able to shake his shadow directly.

"Let me see what's going on!"

Chattering Jiang rubbed his hands, and opened the information on the table first.

As expected, Zhu Ling is an instrument spirit that does not need to sleep, and his efficiency is very high. It only took one night to collect all the data.

Because there are only some screen recordings of the "Abandoned Amusement Park" on the Internet, and the people who participated in the live broadcast that night, except for four men, two women and six well-known anchors, everyone else was a temporary "foreign aid" and did not report in advance. Even if they are as powerful as Zhu Ling, they can only collect clues as much as possible.

"I counted carefully. There should be twelve people who entered the amusement park that day. The information is here."

Zhu Ling leaned against the bookcase, and pointed to the large stack of A4 papers that Jiang Nan'an was holding in his hand:

"But Miuya's friend left early and was not recorded by the camera. I haven't found out her identity yet."

"Oh, what a pity. Otherwise, that girl should be a good starting point?"

Jiang Nan'an babbled while flipping through the materials:

"After all, I'm really curious how she knew her friend would die? Besides, she can predict her death in advance, which is amazing!"

Beiquan's reading speed is very fast, even if there is a chatterbox around him who keeps making noise, it doesn't affect him in the slightest.

Miuya, the female anchor who committed suicide by jumping a ferris wheel in an amusement park, is called "Miuya Witch" on the platform, and her real name is Wang Jialin. Puzzle-solving games have gained popularity among fellow fans little by little. Until the accident, she was already recognized as a sister in the circle.

The date of her death was September 9 last year, more than half a year ago.

After Wang Jialin committed suicide, in order to quell the flood of public opinion bombardment from fans, the platform locked her account with millions of followers.Together with her Weibo, it is already unavailable for viewing.

As for the Ruanruan who called "Thriller Night Talk" last night, her online name is "Ruanruan who is not afraid of ghosts", her real name is Luo Yanyan, she is 19 years old this year, her hometown is in the Northeast, and she stayed alone in Fengxing City after graduating from technical secondary school. Became a hostess.

The girl is beautiful, and people can also come to things. She took the slant of the sword and pinpointed the pulse of the audience. In two years, she quickly became popular. She used to be the most popular person on the channel.

However, after Wang Jialin's death, her popularity suffered a considerable blow. The girl seemed disheartened and no longer bothered to manage the business. The live broadcast was only three days of fishing and two days of posting on the Internet, which was very irregular.

Beiquan took out a page from Luo Yanyan's profile.

"look here."

He circled a time with a pen:

"Look, Luo Yanyan's latest live broadcast was from 24:09 to 30 o'clock on the [-]th..."

Before Bei Quan finished speaking, Jiang Nan'an quickly interrupted:

"She hasn't started the live broadcast for five days!"

Bei Quan smiled and said, "That's right, that's it."

"Luo Yanyan's cell phone can't get through, and there is no one in the rented apartment."

Zhu Ling said beside him:

"I'm already trying to find a way to contact Luo Yanyan's family to see if I can find her whereabouts."

Beiquan nodded to show that he understood, and then continued to read the rest of the information.

The second suicide case happened on December 12 last year. The deceased was named Mo Fan, who used to be an anchor.However, he had terminated the contract with the live broadcast platform half a year ago and found a job as an ordinary white-collar worker.

The cause of Mo Fan's death was suicide by cutting his wrist. He was alone at home when he died, so the police judged that the cause of death was not suspicious.

The third case happened on March 3 this year, involving male anchor Li Si and his girlfriend Gu Lingling.

The two returned to the man's hometown in J province together, and hanged themselves on the roof beam of the warehouse on the third day after arriving home.

So far, four of the 12 people who participated in the live broadcast of the spirit exploration that day have died.

The author has something to say: Don't worry, what has been said before, hypnosis has no effect on Comrade Xiao Wei!