Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 11: Prisoner's Dream-11 I still can't guess the identity of Mr. A

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Wei Fuyuan was silent for a long time.

It took him three full minutes to digest and accept this message that completely turned his worldview upside down.

"I believe that there is such a thing as a 'ghost'..."

Master Wei raised his hand and rubbed his temples:

"However, if I believe that they can control the host to kill, it's too much!"

"But it did happen."

Beiquan smiled and said:

"Think of the dead Wu Qingping, Liu Fei, Meng Lichang and Lin Xue."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"So, what the hell is going on here?"

Master Wei finally conceded defeat, "What is the connection between the four dead people?"

"While you were taking a shower, Zhu Ling had already called me and told me what she had found."

Beiquan waved to Wei Fuyuan, motioning him to sit beside him.

"Combining with the information you helped to investigate in the past two days, I did draw a rough outline."

Wei Fuyuan hummed and moved slowly to Beiquan.

Beiquan took out a pen and paper—he seemed to be more accustomed to analyzing and organizing his thoughts in a traditional way.

"The cause of all this is a tragic coincidence."

He folded the white paper in half, arranged it vertically on the left in the order of death, and wrote the names of four people: Wu Qingping, Liu Fei, Meng Lichang, and Lin Xue.

Then Beiquan wrote the word "Ye Jia" on the right side of the paper.

"At 1:30 a.m. on September 28 last year, a serious fire broke out at No. 44 Jinyuan Road. Ye Jia, who lived in Room 402 on the fourth floor, became the only victim of the fire."

Wei Fuyuan nodded, "Yes."

"The first deceased, Wu Qingping, was the owner of a private company where Ye Jia worked."

Beiquan told Wei Fuyuan the clues found by Zhu Ling:

"Wu Qingping is the kind of boss who is very annoying. He pursues the purpose of talking about business at a wine table. He has dinner parties almost every day. He also likes to force young and beautiful female employees in the company to accompany him to attend, 'support the scene', accompany him to drink and chat with him. ."

As he said that, he added two remarks next to Wu Qingping's name, "boss" and "forcing female subordinates to attend the dinner".

"At that time, Ye Jia, who was a new recruit at the time, was very beautiful and weak in temperament and did not dare to resist. Go home - these are the news that Zhu Ling inquired from Ye Jia's former colleagues."

"Fuck!"

Wei Fuyuan frowned upon hearing this: "This guy surnamed Wu knows what it is to bully women!"

"On the day of the fire, Ye Jia was taken to dinner by Wu Qingping again, and she was so drunk that she was unconscious. Later, her colleague kindly sent her home. It is said that it was already twelve o'clock in the evening when she got home."

"I see."

Wei Fuyuan touched his chin, "Because Ye Jia was drunk that day, when the fire broke out, she was not awakened by the noise outside the door, so she was unable to escape in time."

Beiquan nodded: "It should be like this."

"If the dog boss surnamed Wu hadn't forced Ye Jia to attend the dinner, Ye Jia wouldn't have gotten drunk. If she hadn't gotten drunk, she might have escaped before the fire spread to the point where it couldn't be controlled."

Wei Fuyuan analyzed: "So Wu Qingping killed Ye Jia indirectly?"

Beiquan smiled and moved the pen tip to the second line.

"The second deceased, Liu Fei, was living in Room 201, No. 44, Jinyuan Road."

He lightly poked the word "Liu Fei".

"Zhu Ling asked his acquaintances to inquire. Liu Fei has a very nerdy personality and is addicted to animation. He is in his thirties and has no serious job. The only source of income is the help of his parents and game coaching. He often stays behind for a long time. , living only on online shopping and takeaway.”

Wei Fuyuan: "Isn't this a typical OTAKU!"

Beiquan marked the word "otaku" next to Liu Fei's name.

"When investigating the cause of the fire later, other residents suspected that the garbage piled up in the corridor on the first floor belonged to Liu Fei's house, but everything was burnt out, so there was no evidence. Liu Fei refused to admit it and had to leave it alone."

Wei Fuyuan clenched his fist with one hand and tapped on the table:

"I understand! It was Meng Li who often threw cigarette butts and lit the garbage Liu Fei threw in the corridor privately, and then the fire started!"

"Well, for now, it should be like this."

Beiquan added the words "garbage in the corridor" after Liu Fei's remarks, raised his head and smiled at Wei Fuyuan:

"According to the information you saw from Meng Lichang's 'person' yesterday, he passed by No. 44 Jinyuan Road in the early morning of September 28 last year, smoked a cigarette, and threw the unextinguished cigarette butt on the garbage, which caused the fire. "

Wei Fuyuan felt chills down his spine when he remembered the horrific experience of "seeing" himself in the hutong yesterday when he was hit by a car on the railing and fell with an iron rod through his chest.

He shivered involuntarily.

"But, what does this have to do with Lin Xue?"

Wei Fuyuan tried his best to recall his experience on the glass trestle just now:

"By the way, Lin Xue once said before she died that she didn't do it on purpose, she was just afraid that a thief would come in..."

Young Master Wei frowned and asked Beiquan:

"What does it mean?"

"Oh? Lin Xue said this before he died?"

Beiquan pondered for a while, and whispered to himself:

"That's right."

He wrote a note next to the name of the fourth deceased, Lin Xue: Neighbors on the same floor.

"Judging from the results of the fire investigation, Ye Jia's death was not in his own house, but on the north side of the corridor on the fourth floor."

Wei Fuyuan: "So, Ye Jia had already discovered the fire and ran out of the house?"

"right."

Beiquan continued to explain:

"Actually, the north side of each floor of No. 44 Jinyuan Road faces the road. Although anti-theft nets are installed, there are safety windows that can be opened on the anti-theft nets, so that residents can escape from the safety windows in the event of an accident. ."

"It stands to reason that the fourth floor is not too high. If Ye Jia opens the safety window and takes the risk of jumping down, there may be a chance for her to survive. I think that's what she planned to do when she escaped to the north side of the corridor."

Wei Fuyuan frowned:

"Then why didn't she do it?"

"Because the security window was locked without authorization, Ye Jia couldn't open it."

Beiquan sighed:

"I also investigated who locked the security window later, but without the resident's admission, there is no way to be held accountable."

Wei Fuyuan suddenly realized:

"Lin Xue seems to be the one who locked the window, right? She is a girl who lives by herself. She was afraid that a thief would come in from the corridor in the middle of the night, so she locked the safety window without authorization. Escape!"

No wonder Beiquan would say the accident "was a tragic coincidence".

Ye Jia died in a sea of fire at a young age, but her tragic death was caused by Wu Qingping, Liu Fei, Meng Lichang and Lin Xue.

Subjectively, none of the four had the idea of killing one person, but in fact, their selfishness or lack of morality was the cause of Ye Jia's death, and the four of them all concealed their faults to the outside world, unwilling to take half the blame for it. responsibility.

"Tsk!"

Wei Fuyuan clicked his tongue:

"It's no wonder that Ye Jia is dying and wants to take revenge herself!"

"Well, what Gui Gui loves to use the most is someone like Ye Jia who died of anger and grievance."

Beiquan also agreed with Wei Fuyuan's idea.

"Now I'm 90% sure that the ghost we are looking for should be possessed by Ye Jia's dead soul. By avenging her, the ghost will gain more negative emotions and become stronger and stronger."

Wei Fuyuan glared at Beiquan, knowing that it was you who was looking for the ghost, so don't use "we" without authorization to drag me into the water too

"However, since Ye Jia wants to kill all the people who killed her in the first place..."

Young Master Wei frowned deeply:

"So, who is Mr. A? What does he have to do with Ye Jia's death?"

"Good question."

Beiquan laughed:

"Actually, I haven't figured out Mr. A's identity yet!"

If the ghost possessed Ye Jia's dead soul according to the clues they already had, it would choose those who directly or indirectly cause the death of the host as its targets of revenge, and use various unimaginable cruel methods to kill them.

And Mr. A told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan on the hotline that there were five cages in his dream, and the executioners incarnated as ghosts would open the cages one by one in the order that led to Ye Jia's death, and kill the ones inside." criminal".

Four have died now, so next, Ye Jia, or the executioner, should go to Lord A.

But the question now is, who is this Lord A, and what role did he play in Ye Jia's death, so that he was selected by the ghost and became the fifth death row

"I can't guess Mr. A's identity yet."

Beiquan supported his chin with one hand, and Chaowei Fuyuan smiled.

"I'm counting on you to help me think about it."

This high hat made Young Master Wei really comfortable.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and the corners of his brows and eyes couldn't help showing a little lust.

"Okay, then I'll help you figure it out..."

Wei Fuyuan pretended to sigh:

"Who called you my boss?"

Beiquan chuckled.

He felt that this young master surnamed Wei was not very good-tempered, and often turned himself into a puffer fish at every turn, but in fact, his personality was quite straightforward and coaxing. It's easy to get him to be obedient.

Of course, it's fun to see him fry once in a while.

Naturally, Wei Fuyuan would not know what Beiquan was thinking, otherwise he would be so angry that he would not pay attention to him tonight.

"Okay, let me help you think about it."

Young Master Wei really began to think seriously.

"Since two of the first four deceased were Ye Jia's neighbors, I think it's quite possible that Jun A is also a neighbor."

After a while, he said his guess:

"Listen to the voice, Mr. A should be a very young man, about twenty years old... Then, among the surviving neighbors, is there anyone who matches his age?"