Thriller Night Talk

July 7, nine o'clock in the evening.

A black Jetta is on the way back to the city from the suburbs.

Because Jiang Nan'an suggested that the abandoned amusement park might be the source of a series of problems, the two went directly to that amusement park.

Indeed, just like Ruanruan, that is what Luo Yanyan told them on the hotline, the amusement park is not big, and [-]% to [-]% of the valuable things in it have been demolished, and the remaining buildings and facilities have been dismantled. Very dilapidated due to disrepair.

Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an spent half a day sifting through the entire amusement park, but failed to find anything suspicious.

There were no ghosts and resentful ghosts entrenched in it, and there was no trace of being cursed. Beiquan even let Guan Hu Suying out and ran around, but he couldn't find any traces of the angry ghosts in it.

Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an didn't even find the fallen Miuya, Wang Jialin's soul, near the Ferris wheel.

After all, this abandoned amusement park now looks like a concrete vacant lot, except for the weeds that come out of the cracks, not even two small trees that are not as tall as a person grow.

In such a place, even if it is a resentful ghost, if it is exposed to the sun for more than half a year in such an unobstructed place, it should be wiped out. It is not surprising that Miuya's soul cannot be found.

No matter what the situation was in the past, at least, now, this place is just a wasteland with nothing special.

On the way back, Jiang Nan'an was obviously a little depressed.

Originally, he was quite confident in his reasoning, and felt that he would be able to perform well in front of Beiquan this time, and get off to a good start in one fell swoop.

But Jiang Nan'an almost turned over the land of the abandoned amusement park, but he couldn't find any evidence to prove his inference.

"Ugh!"

On the way back, Jiang Nan'an's expression was listless.

"Beiquan, since the amusement park is fine, where should we investigate next?"

Bei Quan turned his head and glanced at Comrade Xiao Jiang.

For this case, as far as the current clues are concerned, Beiquan is actually not sure.

But since there is no problem with the place, it is always right to start with the people involved.

"I don't know if Zhu Ling has found Luo Yanyan."

Beiquan paused, and tapped lightly on the window glass with his finger, "Also, I have a proposal..."

He smiled at Jiang Nan'an, then looked down at his watch:

"Anyway, it's still early, so let's 'meet' Mo Fan first."

The "Mo Fan" in Beiquan's mouth is the No.2 anchor who committed suicide after Miuya.

Mo Fan committed suicide in mid-December last year, and it has been more than half a year now.

The reason why Beiquan suggested to start with this person is because among the four people who have committed suicide, only this person died in Fengxing City, and it happened to be in a bathroom with relatively heavy yin and filth, so the soul can survive chances are slightly higher.

According to the information collected by Zhu Ling, after Mo Fan terminated the contract with the live broadcast platform, he found a very ordinary e-commerce sales position in a private company. live on.

However, on December 12 last year, Mo Fan suddenly committed suicide.

At that time, Mo Fan shared an apartment with a colleague who had a good relationship with the company. When he committed suicide, the colleague happened to be on a business trip, so it was not until three days after Mo Fan's death that the colleague came back from the business trip and found his body in the bathroom.

Fortunately, the temperature in Fengxing City was relatively low at that time, and the corpse was not very corrupted, so the poor innocent colleague didn't have a heart attack on the spot.

But of course no one wants to continue to live in the house where the murder happened, so the small apartment has been left empty there, and there are no new tenants so far.

Beiquan remembered the address and didn't need a key.

He directed Jiang Nan'an to drive the car directly to the downstairs of the apartment, opened the door with ease, and went directly to the fifth floor.

Room 503 has been vacant for half a year, and a thin layer of dust has fallen on the anti-theft door.

Beiquan held the doorknob and pressed down.

"Crack."

The door opened.

Bei Quan raised his chin towards his new partner, Jiang Nan'an immediately understood, and the two entered the room quietly.

Jiang Nan'an reached out to touch the light switch and pressed it, but the light didn't turn on—it was obvious that the house had been idle for too long, so he simply turned on the switch.

So he took out his phone and turned on the backlight function.

The two quickly found the bathroom where Mo Fan committed suicide.

The bathroom was clean and tidy, and there was no sign that anyone had died in it.

However, both Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an opened their eyes, and immediately saw a pale gray figure curled up in a corner.

The energy of that shadow is already very weak, so weak that it can barely maintain a vague human shape, but the facial features can no longer be seen.

For such a little ghost, Beiquan didn't even need to draw a talisman at all, he could break it up with just a hand trick.

But even if they couldn't see the facial features clearly, Bei Quan and Jiang Nan'an knew that this weak and helpless little ghost nestled in the bathroom could only be the former anchor Mo Fan who committed suicide by cutting his wrists.

"Oh, how pitiful."

Jiang Nan'an on the side sighed:

"There is only this one soul left, and I still want to stay in the world and refuse to enter reincarnation. I am afraid that there is a wish that has not been fulfilled..."

He touched his chin:

"Or, is there a grievance that has not been redressed?"

With that said, Jiang Nan'an looked at Beiquan:

"By the way, Beiquan, you should know some techniques like Fushi?"

Jiang Nan'an has practiced Shaolin Temple's outsider kung fu since he was a child, and he can almost be described as "knowledgeless" about spells such as talismans and incantations.

He heard from his master that Beiquan was an excellent student in Zhuling's secret realm, and he was very good at spells. Apart from being curious and yearning, he had been looking forward to seeing Beiquan show his skills with his own eyes.

Now there was a little ghost squatting in front of them, Jiang Nan'an felt that this should be a very good opportunity.

Bei Quan smiled at Jiang Nan'an.

Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand and patted the back of the opponent's head.

According to Beiquan's expectation, Comrade Xiao Jiang should be photographed as a living soul, and then he only needs to "throw" Jiang Nan'an over there, empathize with Mo Fan's remnant soul, and see the experience of the other party before he died. up.

however--

"hiss!!!"

Beiquan hugged his hand and gasped.

He felt as if he had hit a steel bar.

And Jiang Nan'an raised his hand to touch the back of his head, and gave Bei Quan a confused look:

"What are you doing?"

Beiquan was still gasping for breath.

He looked down at his right hand, the palm was already red and completely swollen.

"You...really, so tough..."

Beiquan gritted his teeth and expressed his current feelings.

"I'm sorry."

Jiang Nan'an laughed dryly and touched his chest.

"Because I practiced the iron cloth shirt covered with golden bells, you suddenly hit me just now, and I unconsciously—"

Beiquan raised his hand, with tears in his eyes, signaling Jiang Nan'an to stop talking.

At this moment, he really, really, really missed Wei Fuyuan.

"……never mind."

Beiquan rubbed his red and swollen palm, sighed softly, and pointed to Mo Fan's cat's remnant soul in the corner:

"Let's take him back first."

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At eleven thirty in the evening, Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an returned to the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company.

The two went straight to the study with Mo Fan's soul. Zhu Ling and Tian Jiaxin also ran over to watch when they heard the movement.

Beiquan set up an altar, a candlestick and an incense burner in the north of the study, and a shallow dish filled with snow-white fine sand about half a centimeter thick.

He knew very well that he still had hidden wounds on his body, so he really didn't dare to die casually.

So this time, Beiquan intends to use the most traditional method of supporting the spirit, which is commonly known as "asking rice" in the folk, but it is called "ziji" in the technique.

Considering that Mo Fan only had one soul and one soul left, Beiquan also stuffed a talisman paper bag wrapped in white stones and grave soil on the chest of Jiang Nan'an, who was full of qi, so that he could cover up the yang energy on his body.

Afterwards, Bei Quanjiang tied a red thread to the rosary containing Mo Fan's remnant soul, tied the other end of the thread to his thumb, put the rosary on the altar, lit the incense sticks, pinched the magic formula with his hands, and murmured Muttered a curse.

After finishing the spell, the red thread tied around his thumb trembled slightly.

Seeing the thread move, Beiquan knew the spell was done.So I picked up a chopstick with the hand tied with the red thread, and clasped it loosely in the palm, vertically above the sand table.

"Mo Fan?"

Beiquan asked.

The chopsticks moved by themselves, drawing a complete circle on the sand surface.

Seeing the answer on the sand table, Beiquan asked the first question softly:

"Mo Fan, how did you die?"

Because Mo Fan's soul was so weak that it might dissipate at any time, Beiquan knew that he couldn't make much trouble, so he only planned to ask him three questions.

The chopsticks moved slowly, and traced intermittent strokes on the sand table. If you look at them together, there are two crooked Chinese characters with childish handwriting like elementary school students:

【suicide】.

Beiquan raised his eyebrows.

This answer was a bit beyond his expectation.

Originally, Beiquan also believed that those people had no reason to commit suicide, let alone seek death one by one as if they had an infectious disease.

But now, he personally got an answer from Mo Fan's remnant soul, saying that he did commit suicide.

Beiquan smoothed the sand table with the hand that did not hold the chopsticks, and then asked:

"So, you wanted to die yourself?"

This time, the chopsticks lingered on the sand table for a few breaths before writing a word:

【Yes】.

After confirming that Mo Fan had indeed committed suicide and no one was forcing him, Beiquan erased the words on the sand table again.

He thought for a while, and asked one last question:

"Then why did you kill yourself?"

This time, the chopsticks roamed the sand surface for a longer time before writing the first stroke tremblingly like a doll whose battery is about to run out:

【乛】.

Trembling again, the chopsticks continued to move.

【）】.

Then, with a snap, the chopsticks fell down.

Mo Fan's already extremely weak soul energy was finally exhausted, and he couldn't hold on any longer.