Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an looked at each other and quickly reached a consensus.
Whether it's bluffing or not, at least they now have a good reason to stay with Cai and Su.
"Um."
Wei Fuyuan took out his mobile phone, pressed it on the screen, and said at the same time:
"I'll email the manager first and ask."
Of course, his text messages were sent to his own relatives, Beiquan.
Wei Fuyuan still maintained an average frequency of four per hour throughout the day, but after reporting the situation in the early morning, there was not much to say. But he was like an internet addict teenager. As soon as he touched the phone, he wanted to flirt with Beiquan, but he couldn't help but send another text message.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know what Beiquan was busy with, but it seemed that he was really busy.
Beiquan would occasionally reply to him, but the content was very brief, mostly a few words of encouragement such as "good job" and "continue to work hard".
At noon, Wei Fuyuan called Beiquan again, but this time it was quickly connected.
On the other end of the phone, Beiquan's voice was gentle and magnetic. Wei Fuyuan could only imagine the slight curvature of the corners of his lips when he spoke, as well as the gentle smile in his eyes.
It's a pity that Beiquan seems to be very busy. He only said a few words in a hurry, and someone asked him to hang up.
The entire call was only one minute and twenty-eight seconds long.
Wei Fuyuan stared at the time recorded on the phone unwillingly, and felt extremely resentful in his heart.
He didn't even know where Beiquan was now, let alone who he was with.
This time, Cai Mingjian took the initiative to ask them for help. Wei Fuyuan felt that this was a good entry point. He could just use this to talk a little more with Beiquan, and it would be better to trick him into calling him back or something.
And Cai Mingjian was actually somewhat disheartened after several unsuccessful attempts to invite "skilled people".
When he heard that Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an's companies can help customers solve some yin and yang problems, he just held the mentality of being a dead horse and a living horse doctor. No matter what, he would try again. That's it.
Seeing that Wei Fuyuan didn't make a promise immediately, he only replied that he had to ask his superiors first. Instead, Cai Mingjian breathed a sigh of relief. He felt that their company was more or less the same, rather than a simple liar.
Sister Su Lan's craftsmanship is actually good, but everyone has their own concerns, a meal is tasteless and tasteless, and no one can taste the quality of the dishes.
As the night got darker, Wei Fuyuan, Jiang Nan'an and Cai Mingjian decided to take turns to take a bath.
Originally a girl, Su Lan, who should be the most clean, had almost drowned in the bathtub, so she didn't have the guts to stay alone in the bathroom, which could be a deadly trap, and only let her husband pour a basin of water. Scrub in the room casually.
Wei Fuyuan was the third to wash.
He neatly took off his clothes, adjusted the temperature of the water to the right temperature, put on the shower gel, and rushed for a while. The speed was so fast that it could be called a "battle bath".
Just when Wei Fuyuan was about to finish washing, a snow-white shadow suddenly passed through the wall and slammed into his arms.
That is Guanhu Suying.
Strictly speaking, Su Ying is the soul of a spiritual beast that has been sacrificed and has no entity, so even if it jumps directly under the shower, it will not be wet by water droplets.
But Wei Fuyuan turned off the faucet in a conditioned reflex, and picked up the little fox.
"what happened?"
Wei Fuyuan couldn't hear Su Ying's voice, he could only watch it scratch his chest with his claws anxiously, "Did a shadow appear?"
Su Ying nodded like pounding garlic, so anxious that she almost opened her mouth to bite.
Wei Fuyuan didn't care that it was full of water, he put on his clothes as fast as possible, then opened the door and rushed out.
He bumped into Jiang Nan'an head-on in the corridor in front of the bathroom.
Comrade Xiao Jiang saw that his face was ugly, and Su Ying was still squatting on his shoulders, and he asked quickly:
"What happened?"
Wei Fuyuan grabbed the opponent's arm: "Where's Su Lan?"
Jiang Nan'an immediately realized: "She and Cai Mingjian were in their own room and said they wanted to wash up!"
As he spoke, he turned and ran towards the second floor.
As soon as the two of them went upstairs, they heard a heart-piercing scream from the master bedroom, and the voice was Su Lan.
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an rushed forward in two steps, slammed open the door of the room, and instinctively opened their eyes.
The moment they opened the door, they all saw a black shadow entrenched in the corner of the room, while Su Lan hid by the door and huddled in her husband's arms. Because of the fright, she couldn't even scream.
The movement of the two opening the door startled the shadow.
The shadow jumped up immediately and jumped towards the window.
"It's going to run again!"
Wei Fuyuan shouted loudly and chased after the shadow. Then, like last night, he jumped out of the window with his hand on the window sill.
Jiang Nan'an also wanted to chase, but the frightened Su Lan reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, like a drowning man holding on to a life-saving straw, and would not let go.
Comrade Xiao Jiang is easy to be soft-hearted, but it is the woman he once loved and still can't completely let go of who is holding his clothes.
The delay was more than half a minute.
When Jiang Nan'an came to the window and stretched out his head to look down, he could only see an empty backyard, and the vague outlines of the mountains and forests farther away hidden in the dark night, not to mention Heiying and Wei Fuyuan, even one. The birds are also gone.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Nan'an's face turned blue.
-Ruined!
- He actually lost Beiquan's sweetheart!
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Saturday, August 7, 9:20 pm.
Beiquan, Qingzhu, and Aliu were sitting in a conference room of the County Public Security Bureau. The conference table in front of them was covered with printed papers and photos.
"It should be this person."
A police officer used a marker to draw a circle on an enlarged print of a person's head.
That's a screenshot from the surveillance camera of the long-distance car.
In the photo is a middle-aged man, looking to be in his early forties, with a thin body, wearing a wide-brimmed fisherman hat with the brim over his eyebrows, and still wearing black or dark gray long-sleeved clothes in summer. The impression gives a feeling that his body is not very good.
The surveillance camera of the long-distance bus has limited resolution. Even after correction and magnification, the face of the man in black is still indistinct, and he can only barely tell that the man has a thin chin and a straight nose. Pretty handsome.
"This man was sitting behind Wang Baotai at the time."
The police attached the photo to the glass wall with magnetic nails, poked the cap on the photo, and pointed out Wang Baotai, who was sitting in front of the man.
In the photo, Wang Baotai didn't know that his life had entered the countdown, and he was burying his head on his mobile phone.
"Are there any clearer pictures?"
Qingzhu asked.
"Have."
The police posted two more pictures on the glass wall.
One is a screenshot of the monitoring in the long-distance bus station. The accuracy is clearer than that of the monitoring on the bus, and the angle is also corrected.
The man in black has a pale and thin face, with deep eye sockets, a straight nose and thin lips, and a good-looking face, but it always gives off an inexplicable feeling of femininity.
The other photo is an ID card.
The man surnamed Tang on the certificate is 43 years old this year. Judging from the first few digits of the ID number, his ancestral home should be in a third-tier town in H province, and he now lives in S city.
Qingzhu frowned slightly:
"The photo on the ID is indeed similar to the one in the black dress, but if you look closely, you can see that the contours of their chin and eyes are not the same."
"That's right."
The policeman nodded, "We've already contacted this guy named Tang. He hasn't left City S at all in the past two months, so it's not him who is in the car."
The police officer paused, then added:
"It wasn't until we found him that he realized that his ID card in his bag had been lost at some point."
Qing Zhu touched his chin: "So, someone stole his ID and used his identity to follow Wang Baotai in a car?"
The police officer nodded, and poked the photo of the man in black with his pen cap:
"We have asked Wang Baotai's father, Uncle Wang, to see the photos. He said he had seen this person."
Beiquan's eyes flashed slightly.
- He really expected it.
"Uncle Wang said that before he fell, this person came to their house to register, saying that he wanted to build a system for the elderly in the village. But we asked the neighbors of the Wang family, and they all said that there is no such thing. I'm afraid The other party has long been eyeing the Wang family."
The police said, and glanced at Beiquan:
"The piece of paper under the threshold of the Wang family was probably put there at that time."
Beiquan smiled and did not answer.
Qingzhu asked again, "Have you found out the true identity of this man in black?"
The two officers shook their heads together.
"Unfortunately, not yet."
The police officer paused, then continued:
"However, the task force has already matched in the information database, and the results should be found soon."
In modern society, unless you run into the Daxinganling or Shennongjia to be a wild man living in seclusion in the mountains, it is very, very difficult to completely hide your identity.
However, what Beiquan was thinking about at this time was another problem.
When the police investigate the murder case, they will definitely be wondering why Wang Baotai was killed.
They didn't know Wang Baotai's birth date, and of course they wouldn't consider that he was targeted by the murderer because of the pure yin of the eight characters and four pillars.
Therefore, the police will start with conventional thinking and reason with the possibility of love murder, grievances, interest disputes, and murder of money. Naturally, they are more inclined to investigate Wang Baotai's social situation.
But Beiquan knew that the only reason why Wang Baotai became the victim of the skinning case was because of his special characters.
And now it seems that the murderer has long been eyeing Wang Baotai, and deliberately led him back to his hometown - he must have already thought about where and how to do it.
- Then, where did the murderer get Wang Baotai's birth date