Thriller Night Talk

Wei Fuyuan originally wanted to say that he was just an ordinary college student, at most he was taller, more handsome and had a better figure.

But he thought about it again, how can he use the power of merit to fight against the evil ghost, so how dare he say the word "ordinary" again?

So Wei Fuyuan nodded, as if he had admitted Dai Boqian's guess.

"Haha."

Dai Boqian knew his limits and didn't ask Wei Fuyuan what he could do, but brought the topic to a direction that both parties might be interested in.

"When I was a child, especially when I was living in Chen Dafa's house, I always felt that I was an outlier."

He pointed to himself:

"After encountering many things, I gradually discovered that sometimes, those 'strange' abilities are not all bad things. At least, my sixth sense can help me avoid risks."

Wei Fuyuan nodded, thinking for sure, at least my power of merit can help Beiquan when he is in danger.

Dai Boqian continued:

"Besides, the world is full of wonders. Although there are not many people with extraordinary talents like you and me, there are still some, right?"

This sentence accidentally stepped on Wei Fuyuan's sore spot.

——Yeah, although there are not many, you can always find one or two among the crowd.

So even though he is full of meritorious deeds, he is not unique or irreplaceable to Beiquan.

No, as soon as Jiang Nan'an's chatty bastard came, Bei Quan kicked him out as a "temporary worker", and he was no longer needed.

Wei Fuyuan felt sore in his heart, and asked casually:

"Do you know anyone else 'like this'?"

Dai Boqian shook his head.

"So far, the only ones who have met are Mr. Beiquan and you."

He paused, then continued:

"However, when I was confused about my intuition, I often searched for some information on the Internet, and I also found some forums where 'superpowers' gather."

Wei Fuyuan frowned, criticizing mercilessly:

"Those who claim to have 'superpowers', isn't it true that nine out of ten are liars, and the remaining one is a psychopath?"

"Hahaha, you are right."

Dai Boqian laughed:

"Indeed, most of these people are liars and paranoiacs, and some are purely for fun, creating a 'superpower' character for themselves on the Internet, which is similar to playing house."

Anyway, no one on the Internet knows whether the person opposite the screen is a dog.

Whether it's Superman or Batman, as long as you like it, it's okay to say that you are Captain Citigroup.

"However, very occasionally, I feel, there will still be one or two truly talented people."

Dai Boqian has never met the other party, he just thinks from his sixth sense that someone in a certain post is indeed "the same kind" as him, just like when he saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan for the first time, he felt that they were worthy Rely on the same.

"I see."

Wei Fuyuan nodded:

"It's really interesting. I want to go to the forum you mentioned and take a look."

Dai Baiqian actually took out a pen from his briefcase, wrote down a website address on a napkin, and pushed it in front of Wei Fuyuan.

Wei Fuyuan took it, and found that the domain name above was an external network, which might require climbing a ladder, but the URL was "yineng", which is the pinyin of "superior power".

"Now I no longer have doubts and fears about my 'ability', but I still visit this forum once in a while, because it doesn't matter whether it's true or not, many posts are really interesting."

Dai Boqian said casually:

"Not long ago, I also saw a girl who claimed to have the ability to predict online asking for help, asking what to do if she predicted her friend's death."

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June 7, 31:10 p.m.

The long-distance bus that Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an took left on time.

Their destination was Funing County, about an eight-hour drive from City C.

This is a night train, and it is expected to drive all night on the expressway, arriving at the destination at 07:30 tomorrow morning.

But this is already what Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an can buy, the first bus to Funing County.

Of course, Jiang Nan'an can drive, and the two can choose to rent a car to go.

However, Comrade Xiao Jiang's driving skills are not very good, and the road conditions in this area are complicated. He really doesn't have the courage to drive overnight in a place he is not familiar with just by using his mobile phone navigation.

For the safety of drivers, passengers and innocent passers-by, they chose the more time-consuming long-distance bus.

After Jiang Nan'an got into the car, he was quickly shaken by the frequency of the bumps and fell asleep. He hit his head against the window glass twice, gave up struggling completely, raised his head and closed his eyes, and fell asleep soundly.

Along the way, Jiang Nan'an slept soundly.

He woke up once during the period, opened his eyes in a daze, turned to look at Beiquan, and found that the other person was just leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and pretending to be asleep, not falling asleep at all.

At 25:[-] in the morning, the bus drove into the old bus station in Funing County.

The driver shouted to the passengers that they had arrived at the station and reminded them to bring their luggage.

Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an got out of the car, hailed a taxi, and drove to Luo Yanyan's stepfather's house.

"Really, the Luo family is already decorating the mourning hall?"

On the way, Beiquan received a call from Zhu Ling.

"Well, I see, we will pretend to be Luo Yanyan's friends, and for the rest, play by ear."

Luo Yanyan's stepfather lives in the outskirts of the county seat. It is a three-story self-built house with a mountain and a river, and a large yard.

At this time, a pair of white lanterns were hung in front of the gate of the courtyard, and white flags were pasted on the lintel. From a distance, one could tell that the family was having a funeral.

Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an got out of the car and found that the courtyard door was open. Looking inside, they saw that the main room had been set up as a mourning hall, a group of monks were wandering around in the courtyard, and there were several men and women in plain clothes.

A middle-aged woman in sackcloth spotted Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an standing in front of the courtyard.

Seeing the two unfamiliar young men, the woman showed a look of astonishment, stepped forward to meet them, and tentatively said:

"May I ask who you are?"

Bei Quan timely showed a sad and sincere expression towards the family of the deceased:

"We are Yanyan's friends. We work in a neighboring county. We heard that she passed away unfortunately, so we came here to offer a stick of incense to her."

Beiquan's language talent is very good. When he said this sentence, he naturally put on a Northeast accent, which sounded exactly like a woman's accent, completely like a native-born local.

Sure enough, the middle-aged woman showed a dazed expression:

"Really, you are Yanyan's friends."

She smiled with difficulty, with tears in the corners of her eyes, "We tried our best to inform some of her old classmates last night, but I didn't expect you to come here early this morning."

Mother Luo let Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an into the yard.

Luo Yanyan committed suicide by jumping into the lake. The body was salvaged. After the doctor checked that there was no possibility of resuscitation, she was sent directly to the funeral parlor. Even family members were not allowed to take it home without authorization.

So now Luo Yanyan's family has not stopped the mourning, just set up a mourning hall.

Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an offered incense to Luo Yanyan.

In the middle of the mourning hall is a posthumous photo. In the photo, the girl with willow eyebrows and cherry lips, with a bright smile, is in her prime.

It's a pity that Yi Ren passed away and could never live again.

Beiquan clasped his hands together, bowed three times in front of the incense burner, and released Guan Husuying without a trace.

The little fox spread its four paws, jumped out like lightning, and ran in front of a group of monks holding Buddha, but no one noticed it.

After Su Ying was released, Bei Quan offered to stay and help.

Mother Luo's face suddenly showed a mixed expression of surprise and emotion.

She coincided with the death of her beloved daughter, and her mood was already low.

But she is married again, and although her husband is kind, he really doesn't have many relatives on his side who can help.

In addition, her daughter has been away from home for many years, and she has not even kissed her as a mother. She suddenly committed suicide at this moment, so she had to contact a few of her daughter's old classmates according to her daughter's classmate record when she was a student. He casually said a few perfunctory words, and didn't mention whether he would come to express his condolences.

"Thank you...thank you so much!"

Mother Luo wiped her tears, her voice choked with sobs.

It is a custom in Funing County that when someone dies, the more people come to pay respects, the more it means that the deceased was well-connected and the accumulated blessings will be greater.

Luo Yanyan committed suicide, which was a violent death. It was easy to be gossiped by others. If no one came to express condolences after her death, the situation would be even worse.

So Mama Luo was very grateful to Bei Quan and Jiang Nan'an who came to the door early in the morning, not to mention the two expressed their willingness to stay and help.

Mother Luo thanked Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an solemnly, and gave them a "job" of stacking gold and silver ingots, and then she was busy arranging the monk's fast meal.

Jiang Nan'an sat on a pony tie, folded ingots, and at the same time pouted at a fake monk who even tied his cassock belt wrongly, humming disdainfully:

"They probably don't even know how to recite the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Fundamental Vows Sutra", so they might as well do it!"

Bei Quan heard Jiang Nan'an's muttering, and glanced sideways at him:

"You can read it now."

"Oh."

As expected, Jiang Nan'an was unambiguous, and opened his mouth to read the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" in a low voice.

At this time, Guanhu Suying happened to be shopping around Luo's house.

When it ran back, it was bumped head-on by Jiang Nan'an's chanted scriptures. It jumped up, tiptoed around a big C, and turned back from the side and rear.

Beiquan stretched out his hand to fish it out, and took the little fox onto his shoulder.

Su Ying stuck to his cheek and rubbed her head a few times.

Beiquan: "...Oh?"

Jiang Nan'an stopped chanting, and turned to stare at Beiquan expectantly.

"That's fun."

Beiquan relayed the information he got from the little fox to Jiang Nan'an:

"Suying said that it found the traces left by the evil ghost in Luo Yanyan's room, which means that the evil ghost at least once appeared around the girl."

He paused, and added:

"It's just that the traces are very, very faint—this means that the angry ghost has been away for a long time."