Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 117: Newlyweds-05 He is my rival in love

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Speaking of this, A Jian already seems to be about to cry.

Beiquan reassured him, and finally let the man over the phone calm down again.

Ajian told Beiquan that after returning from the Maldives, the strange things surrounding his wife were still repeated and never stopped.

Miss Lan still feels that she is being followed, no matter day or night, indoors or outdoors, in a densely populated place or when she is alone, she suddenly glanced around the corner with her peripheral vision, and she could see a dark shadow in the corner. Followed herself, but when she really looked back, there was nothing.

Wei Fuyuan smacked his tongue when he heard it outside.

To be honest, if someone, no matter when and where, just glanced at the blind spot, it is likely to see someone staring at him, and he would almost be mentally weakened.

And more importantly, only you can see that thing, no matter how scared you are, and how specific the weirdness of the ghost is, the relatives, friends and even passers-by will still not be able to appreciate your feelings. Discussing privately if you are crazy...

"hiss!"

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan trembled while holding his arm, and whispered, "This is too miserable!"

"Um."

Jiang Nan'an, who was beside him, finally spoke up.

When he spoke, his eyes were distant, his tone was faint, and there was a subtle ethereal expression on his face, as if he was sighing:

"Yes... it's too bad..."

Wei Fuyuan: "???"

I'm just sighing, can you afford to show this sad expression of empathy

At this point the hotline continues:

[Xiao Lan's spirit is getting worse and worse, she is getting weaker day by day, and she has insomnia all night long. Even a spoon dropped from upstairs can make her fall off the chair in fright... It's impossible to go to work like that. Just quit your job and stay home.]

It can be heard that this Mr. Jian really cares about his daughter-in-law. When he speaks, his voice is full of tears. He is probably wiping tears in his dream.

[But if it's just like this, it's fine... ]

Beiquan: "Oh? What else happened?"

[She... almost died several times, several times...]

Afterwards, the Mr. Ah Jian added to his wife's situation.

After returning from the Maldives, A Jian accompanied Xiao Lan to the work unit to resign. The two went through the formalities and went downstairs with a box of personal items. Xiao Lan, who was walking in front of him, slipped under his feet, and immediately appeared in front of his husband. After rolling half a floor, his waist slammed into the corner of the stairs.

A Jian was frightened, threw the glove box and chased after him, and helped his fallen wife up.

Fortunately, Xiao Lanfu has a big life. Except for a blue spot on his waist, the injury is much lighter than he thought.

But the girl cried on the spot.

She plunged her head into her husband's arms, crying and shouting, it wasn't her own fall, it was "something" that tugged at her feet, and at the same time she pulled up her skirt, revealing a pair of thin white calves that were blocked by the skirt …

[Really... I was also terrified at the time...]

Recalling this, Ah Jian took a deep breath, [I saw a circle of bruises on her ankle! You can still see five fingers, as if someone really pulled a hand on her foot!]

Beiquan let out an "um", giving the other party time to calm down.

[This is not over... This is not over...]

Ah Jian sniffed and asked back:

[Host, have you watched "Death ○"?]

Before Beiquan could answer, he continued:

[I think, Xiaolan is like those who are targeted by death, facing the danger of life from nowhere at every moment... ]

After that, the girl once went to the hospital to see a doctor, but the tile patch on the outer wall of a building by the road fell off and almost hit her on the head.

A few days later, she was strapped to the bus again, dragged and pulled for more than ten meters, almost getting caught under the wheel.

Even if I don't go out, the temperature control system of the water heater at home will suddenly fail, and the hot water will scald a piece of skin off Xiaolan's hand. now...

There are so many accidents, A Jian alone remembers seven times, which means that his wife will encounter an accident every three or four days on average.

Although it was a near miss every time to the end, it was lucky to survive, and even did not suffer too serious injuries, but again and again, everyone would go crazy.

[We also tried to find someone to help [solve]...]

Ajian continued:

[We went to a famous temple to ask for a peace talisman, and also invited monks to come to our home to recite sutras.]

He paused, then added:

[The goddess who was introduced by an acquaintance also invited her. She said that Xiaolan bumped into the evil ghost, killing chickens and salting for a long time...]

Then Ah Jian laughed bitterly: "Haha":

[But it's useless...]

[Not only is it useless, but every time I invite someone to do a ritual, [that thing] will make the trouble even more fierce... ]

Before hanging up, Ah Jian finally said:

[I'm afraid... If this goes on like this, Xiaolan... and I will not survive...]

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Friday, August 6th, 12:35am.

After the show finished, Beiquan turned off the broadcasting station and came out from the inside.

Wei Fuyuan immediately went up to meet him, hanging on his shoulders like a large dog admired by his master, and lowered his head to rub his lover's ear.

"This case seems to be quite simple."

Seeing that Beiquan didn't want him to let go, Wei Fuyuan was very happy:

"The problem must be the 'that thing' stalking the girl? Just catch it."

Young Master Wei's tone was rather proud:

"By the way, I've been with you for more than three months, and this is the first time I've encountered such a 'traditional' case. It sounds like a Hong Kong ghost movie in the 1980s."

Beiquan tilted his head and glanced at his classmate Xiaowei:

"But how can you be sure that the 'A Jian' who called us is still alive?"

When Wei Fuyuan heard the words, he was instantly stunned.

Yes, why did he forget

"Thriller Night Talk" is not an ordinary radio program. The guests who called the hotline not only did not know that they had made such a call, but sometimes they might not even know that they were dead.

If that Mr. Ah Jian just told a story from the past, he might have been killed by a ghost along with his sweet wife by now.

His originally confident expression suddenly collapsed:

"Then what should we do?"

Beiquan smiled: "Of course, the first thing to do is to find out the true identities of 'A Jian' and 'Xiao Lan'."

As for where to start, I have to ask Zhu Ling.

"I know."

Jiang Nan'an, who had been unusually quiet from the beginning, abruptly interjected into the conversation between the two.

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan turned to look at him together, their movements were neat, their expressions were uniform, and the details showed a lover's tacit understanding, which made Jiang Nan'an, a single dog, feel sad for a while.

He raised his hand in a gesture of surrender:

"I probably know who the... just called."

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan's eyes widened.

Wei Fuyuan tentatively confirmed it once:

"You mean... that 'A Jian' is your acquaintance?"

"Not an acquaintance."

Jiang Nan'an squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying:

"To be precise, he is my rival in love... or the rival who successfully pryed my corner."

Beiquan: "Huh?!"

Wei Fuyuan: "Huh?!"

The two expressed their doubts in unison.

"It's really unbearable to look back on in the middle of the month..."

Jiang Nan'an sighed, dragged a chair over, and sat down on the spot, posing for a long talk.

"My ex-girlfriend's name is Su Lan, and she's my college classmate..."

Then Jiang Nan'an spent 20 minutes telling Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan about his "hard" love history.

He also has the talent to be a storyteller, and he told the four years of the two in a twisted and tactful way, quite a bit like a pure love of literary movies.

However, Wei Fuyuan humbly extracted the key points from a lot of his nonsense:

"So, you managed to catch the Banhua Goddess, but the Banhua girl disliked you for being unlucky, and they broke up with you after living together for two months?"

- Hit people without slapping their faces, and expose people without exposing their shortcomings, do you understand!

Jiang Nan'an gritted his teeth angrily and nodded angrily.

"I've been sad for a long time since we broke up."

Jiang Nan'an didn't start looking from afar to make himself appear more literate.

"I thought about saving Xiaolan's heart, but... she has a new boyfriend... "

Comrade Xiao Jiang lowered his gaze pitifully, "I was really sad, so I deleted her contact information, and even quit the class group, and I haven't been to the class reunion since graduation."

At that time, Jiang Nan'an was very careful, and he planned to return to the Shaolin Temple directly.

It's a pity that not only did he fail to become a monk, but also less than half a month after he returned to Fengxing, he encountered a case related to his ex-girlfriend again.

"Oh!"

Hearing this, Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows, "So you don't even know she's married, right?"

This sentence is too sad.

Jiang Nan'an covered his chest, bent down and lowered his head, posing as if he had angina.

In order to completely forget Su Lan, Jiang Nan'an deliberately changed his mobile phone number. There were not a few college classmates left in the new address book, and those who stayed were all who knew that he had an old relationship with his classmates. Taking into account his mood, he would not He deliberately mentioned the other party in front of Comrade Xiao Jiang.

So he really didn't know that Su Lan got married last month.

But Beiquan cares about another thing:

"What's the name of Su Lan's husband?"

Jiang Nan'an raised his head and replied shyly:

"My name is Cai Mingjian. He is a senior in our three years of high school. He used to be our counselor."

"Well, it's much easier to have a name."

Beiquan nodded.

Then he took the two downstairs, knocked directly on the door of the study, shouted Zhu Ling, the artifact spirit who didn't need to sleep, and taught her a note with their names written on it:

"Please check these two people now."

Just when Jiang Nan'an was quite moved, he heard Beiquan's self-talk again, and his heart suddenly became cold.

Beiquan is saying:

"I hope this little couple is still alive."