The scenic spot at night is too quiet.
Most of the lighting has been turned off, and only a few street lamps are sparsely lit on the main road, only to the extent that people can see the road under their feet.
The two of them walked along the road in such an upright manner, and no one really noticed them.
They walked for half an hour according to the directions of the street signs, and finally found the glass plank road that had been closed.
The glass plank road has not been removed, but the entrances at both ends have been closed and locked, and the isolation belt has been pulled up with movable fences and chains on the outside.
Of course, the fence couldn't stop Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, and the two easily turned over.
As for the locked door at the entrance to the plank road…
Wei Fuyuan found that it seemed that all the door locks were not worth mentioning to Beiquan - he only needed a slight push to solve the problem immediately.
"Great, it's still here."
Beiquan smiled at the broken trestle that was empty.
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He didn't even want to know what his boss saw!
"Oh, I forgot that you can't open your eyes yet."
Beiquan just thought of this, opened the suitcase, and took out the small bottle of cow tears again, "Squirt it into both eyes and you can see."
Wei Fuyuan struggled to take the bottle, and after a minute of mental construction, he gritted his teeth and sprayed twice.
The cold feeling and the foreign body sensation I experienced yesterday appeared at the same time. Young Master Wei closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, he raised his head and looked in the direction of the trestle.
Rao was already mentally prepared, but Wei Fuyuan reflexively took a big step back, and at the same time blurted out a scream.
"Fuck!!"
- Lao Tzu will be scared of myocardial infarction sooner or later!
Master Wei grabbed Beiquan's arm and tried to hide his big man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, behind the boss, and said incoherently:
"I can't take it anymore! Why are these ghosts so, so-"
Compared with yesterday, the gray shadow Wei Fuyuan saw this time was clearer, and it was clearly a woman with fluttering long hair.
The woman stood alone on the edge of the broken hole in the trestle, her head lowered, as if she was staring at the bottomless darkness below.
Wei Fuyuan felt so frightened because the moment he turned around, he was only a few meters away from the woman.
Through the misty gray mist on the woman's body, Young Master Wei could clearly see the blood stains on the other party's body.
A white dress was soaked with blood, the blood was dry and hardened, and finally it turned dark brown, and the dirty fabric was stuck to the woman's body in a messy way...
Wei Fuyuan's throat rolled over, covering his mouth to endure the sourness that he was about to pour out.
"Don't be afraid."
Beiquan spoke again in the gentle and low voice he used for business when he was hosting the show.
"It'll be fine soon, hold on."
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
Just as he was about to ask, "What does it mean soon," he felt someone slap him on the back of the head.
It's the familiar feeling of spinning around.
Wei Fuyuan was dizzy, and jumped forward uncontrollably. When he fell, a thought quickly flashed through his mind:
- There is a hole in the trestle in front of it! ! !
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Master Wei closed his eyes tightly.
He thought that he would fall to pieces and die.
But the next second, he felt himself plunged into a cloud of cold and viscous liquid again.
When he opened his eyes again, Wei Fuyuan found himself running.
No, it's not so much running as running for your life.
His throat was dry and sore, his chest was on fire from lack of oxygen, and his palms, elbows and knees were covered in bruises from falls.
In the darkness, the surrounding scenery was messy and bumpy, and Wei Fuyuan couldn't control his body at all.
He shouted and turned his head frequently, tears and snot covering his face.
[do not come! Don't come here!]
[Yes, sorry! Ye Jia, I'm sorry for you! !]
[I did not do it on purpose! I'm just afraid of thieves coming in! I did not do it on purpose!]
[sorry! Please don't kill me!]
[I really didn't know you were still in the house that day! I really do not know!]
Wei Fuyuan heard his own voice, it was a woman's, weeping sharply and almost collapsing.
And behind him, there is a "person".
Or more accurately, a humanoid monster.
The thing was tall, dressed in a white hemp-colored robe, with a pointed sack on its head, and only two holes were hollowed out at the eyes.
is the "executor".
It moved silently in the night, almost like a floating ghost, but very fast. No matter how hard Wei Fuyuan, or the woman Wei Fuyuan is in now, tries to run, she still can't distance herself from "it".
[Please, please forgive me!]
Wei Fuyuan was in a panic and ran over to the trestle bridge at some point. Suddenly, his feet softened, and he came into intimate contact with the cold glass.
This fall hurt to the extreme.
Wei Fuyuan has practiced karate and Maga for seven or eight years. During training, the eighteen throws are almost commonplace, and his pain tolerance is much higher than that of ordinary people.
However, at this moment, he only felt like a fish that fell on the chopping block, the bones in his whole body seemed to be split inch by inch, and his back was suppressed by a strong force, making him unable to breathe at all.
In the double pain of severe pain and suffocation, Wei Fuyuan reluctantly raised his head.
A piece of rags suddenly appeared in his field of vision.
He realized that the "executor" who should have been chasing behind him was standing in front of him at this time.
[sorry…]
Wei Fuyuan heard himself squeeze out a sentence with difficulty:
[I, I didn't expect... would... kill you...]
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang, and the glass plank road below him shattered.
Wei Fuyuan finally realized what it was like to fall from a height of 100 meters.
—Fuck! !
At the moment of his whereabouts, a thought flashed in Master Wei's mind:
—Isn’t this method of death too frustrating!
…
"...Comrade Xiaowei, Comrade Xiaowei, wake up quickly."
Wei Fuyuan first smelled a pungent mint smell, then heard Beiquan's voice calling him, and then felt a burning stinging pain in the crowd.
He opened his eyes and met Beiquan's chestnut eyes at close range.
"Tsk."
Beiquan saw that Young Master Wei's pupils were still unable to focus, and he was half awake. He sighed and poured some liquid on his fingertips.
"Your physique is not good, you have been dizzy for too long, right?"
Wei Fuyuan was furious.
He wanted to jump up, grabbed Beiquan's collar and let him experience the feeling of being a trapeze.
It's a pity that his body is weak now, lying on the ground with his back on the ground.
- It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!
Young Master Wei said this to himself in the middle of his heart meeting Yu Yu.
At this time, he saw Beiquan leaning in front of him with a finger dipped in some kind of green liquid, Wei Fuyuan turned his head in disgust:
"What are you doing?"
"Apply wind oil."
Beiquan looked at him lovingly with the eyes of an elementary school chicken who lacked common sense:
"This thing can wake me up."
"Fuck!!!"
Wei Fuyuan licked his upper lip and ate a spicy mouthful:
"No wonder I can't feel the burn from my lips to my nose. How much have you applied!?"
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When he returned to the resort, Wei Fuyuan still had a stinky face, like a puffing puffer fish.
He silently entered the bathroom, and slammed the door shut.
Beiquan was not in a hurry, just sat at the table, Shi Shiran listened to the movement of beating Dingling sugar nut in the bathroom, waiting for Wei Fuyuan to come out.
Forty-five minutes later, Young Master Wei opened the door, wearing only a bathrobe, and walked out of the bathroom wet.
He sat down on his bed, his thin lips pursed, a posture of non-violence and non-cooperation.
"It was hard work tonight."
Beiquan smiled and began to touch the hair:
"Thanks to you, our case has made significant progress."
Wei Fuyuan leaned slightly in the direction of Beiquan, then realized that he was still angry, and turned his head back.
"I think I've almost figured out the cause and effect of this."
Beiquan continued to brush his hair from the air.
"There is only one doubt that I don't understand, and I need your help."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He was indeed full of doubts, and there were mountains and valleys of questions he wanted to ask.
But he didn't want to give in easily.
After struggling for a while, Wei Fuyuan threw out a sentence:
"What the hell are you doing with that broken company!?"
Beiquan replied:
"We're really serious broadcasters."
Facing Wei Fuyuan's angry eye knife, he smiled and added:
"However, there is only one type of person who can hear our radio program and call the hotline."
Wei Fuyuan: "Who?"
Beiquan said word by word:
"A person related to 'Ghost'."
Wei Fuyuan: "What the hell?"
"'Gui Gui', Shang Gui Xia Xin, is the same pronunciation as 'Hui'."
Beiquan explained patiently:
"'Ghosts' are resentful spirits parasitizing people's evil thoughts. They feed on the negative emotions of the parasites, and especially like extremely strong emotions such as resentment, anger, hatred, and killing intent."
"At the same time, in order to get more bait, they will try to amplify the host's hatred, and at the same time endow the parasite with some powerful power to help the other party realize all wishes including revenge."
Saying that, his fingers tapped the table lightly:
"For example, Mr. A, and the 'executors' seen by several other victims before they died, are likely to be the incarnations of the tortured ghost."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He felt as if he was listening to a crappy ghost story.
But after seeing it with his own eyes and experiencing it twice in a row, he had to temporarily accept the explanation given to him by Beiquan.
"So... you're actually chasing ghosts?"
Wei Fuyuan looked in disbelief.
"Since the people who can get on the phone are all related to the ghost, why is it so troublesome? You can just ask Mr. A his name, age, and where he lives!"
"Because I can't."
Beiquan sighed and shook his head again.
"Strictly speaking, ghosts are a kind of ghosts, and they also have intelligence and can think."
He explained:
"We transmit the wavelengths with spiritual power through the radio hotline, and use this to establish contact with relevant people. In fact, we are already taking a huge risk of alarming ghosts. If they are asked to disclose too much, the spiritual wavelength is very easy. When discovered by the ghost, it will realize that we have tracked its existence, and then…”
Beiquan made a gesture of raising his hand and dropping the knife:
"Quit in advance and escape to another place."