Beiquan said nothing and ran after the white fox.
Although Wei Fuyuan didn't know what was going on, he quickly followed.
The white fox crossed most of Jinyuan Road, stopped suddenly at the intersection, and suddenly turned to the right, looking as if he was going to the opposite street.
Most of the old town of Fengxing City has a square structure. The hutongs and hutongs are parallel or perpendicular to each other. When viewed from a high altitude, it looks like several neat "fields" are embedded in each other with bath salts.
The little fox's goal is clear.
It ran to the opposite street adjacent to Jinyuan Road, then jumped onto the overpass like a gust of wind, and finally stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, spinning anxiously.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan chased after him.
Strictly speaking, this overpass should be a passageway connecting the two buildings. The entrances and exits are embedded in the corridor. Only about fifteen meters in the middle are open to the outside world, so you can see the surrounding scenery unobstructed. .
And the white fox Suying is now parked in the center of the open air section, circling in circles like a dog chasing its tail.
Wei Fuyuan pointed at the fox and asked:
"What does it mean?"
Beiquan replied:
"It's telling us that the ghost's yin qi will disappear here."
At the same time, he looked around, trying to find the reason why the ghost appeared here.
"look!"
Beiquan pointed to the left of the railing: "From here, you can just see No. 44 Jinyuan Road."
Wei Fuyuan looked over according to his instructions, and suddenly realized.
Most of the buildings in this area are not high, and they are very dense, and almost no commanding heights can be seen in the distance.
But it happened to be at this angle, standing on the overpass, they could pass through the gap between the two buildings and see the corner of No. 44 Jinyuan Road on the opposite street.
Wei Fuyuan squinted his eyes to identify it carefully, then made up his mind about the direction, and asked uncertainly:
"There... is it the north side of the corridor on the fourth floor?"
He swallowed hard:
"It should be where Ye Jia burned to death, right?"
"Um."
Beiquan nodded:
"I also think so."
Wei Fuyuan: "But, Ye Jia... or a ghost, what is he doing here?"
Thinking of the executioner he had met twice before, Young Master Wei, who asked himself for his daring, also had a faint chill down his spine.
"... It doesn't mean it wants to see where it died, right?"
Beiquan supported his chin with one hand, "Indeed, some ghosts will bring them back to the place of death in order to increase the host's grievances, making them relive the fear, pain and unwillingness of death."
-I see.
Wei Fuyuan thought:
No wonder Beiquan proposed to visit No. 44 Jinyuan Road tonight. It turned out to be a chance to see if he could just meet the situation he said.
At this time, Beiquan continued to say:
"However, ghosts usually don't take their hosts this far unless..."
Wei Fuyuan: "Unless?"
"Unless this place has some very important meaning to Ye Jia."
Beiquan paused:
"Or should I say, it is a place that can make Ye Jia have strong hatred and resentment."
While speaking, Beiquan was constantly thinking.
He has a lot of experience dealing with ghosts, and is very familiar with the routines of those guys.
They are best at peeking at the weaknesses of human nature, amplifying the negative emotions of their prey through various mental stimuli, and then devouring and digesting these spiritual energies, which they regard as nourishment, until they are sucked up by the objects they possess.
- But why this overpass
Beiquan really can't figure this out.
As he said to Wei Fuyuan before, although Guan Hu Suying can detect the ghost's energy, it is very short-lived. eight.
Therefore, according to this inference, the ghost stayed here not long ago, and it is likely that he controlled Ye Jia's dead soul and walked all the way from the fire scene to here.
So what is so special about this overpass to Ye Jia
It is true that No. 44 Jinyuan Road can be seen from here, and it is also the north side of the corridor on the fourth floor where Ye Jia was burned to death, but Beiquan felt that as long as you look around here, you will definitely find similar places...
— No, wait a minute!
A thought suddenly flashed in Beiquan's mind, but the speed was too fast to catch.
"…Xiaowei."
Beiquan suddenly called Wei Fuyuan's name.
Master Wei turned his head: "What's the matter?"
"Xiaowei, I ask you."
Beiquan raised his hand and pointed to the dark building hidden in the lights of thousands of homes.
"How do you feel when you look at it from here?"
Wei Fuyuan frowned, staring at the blackened exterior wall of the apartment at No. 44 Jinyuan Road with a serious expression and thinking for half a minute before answering seriously:
"I would feel terrible, after all, there have been such serious fires and people died in it."
He replied:
"But it's because I know there's been an accident there that I can't help but keep watching..."
Wei Fuyuan thought about the wording:
"Although it is very rude to the deceased, most people will inevitably have a curious attitude when they pass by the haunted house."
Beiquan nodded.
"So what if it was at the time of the fire?"
he asked again.
"Oh, then I'll probably stop and watch!"
Young Master Wei looked left and right, trying to substitute the role of bystander more deeply.
"If you find that there is smoke in the distance, you will definitely find a place with a good view nearby to see what's going on..."
"Um."
Beiquan continued what Wei Fuyuan said:
"Then you will probably run to this overpass and stand where we are now."
Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes wide and suddenly understood what his boss meant.
"You mean, someone might be here—"
He originally wanted to say that someone might have witnessed Ye Jia being burned to death here, but halfway through his words, Master Wei stopped abruptly:
"But that's not right, isn't it normal to see a building on fire? If Ye Jia would hate him just by looking at it, then it would be too difficult to find out the true identity of Mr. A? Even if it was In the middle of the night, it is estimated that there must be dozens of onlookers instead of hundreds, right?"
"Um."
Beiquanjue also agreed with his assistant's idea.
"So, if Mr. A really stood here, then what he did should not be just watching."
- More than just onlookers!
One sentence seemed to strike a thunderbolt, and it suddenly shook Young Master Wei's Lingtai Qingming and Mao Sai.
"Fuck!"
Young Master Wei finally broke his feat and swears in front of Beiquan.
He immediately took out his mobile phone from his pocket, moved his fingers like a fly, and slammed it on the screen.
While pressing, Wei Fuyuan said quickly:
"You don't have a smartphone, so you don't know? The short video platform is messed up now. In order to gain attention, you dare to upload anything out of the ordinary!"
Having said that, he has already found relevant videos from memory, and arranged them in chronological order.
"Look at this!"
Wei Fuyuan finally found what he was looking for, and then involuntarily shoved the phone into Beiquan's hands.
The screen shows a video being played.
I don't know how many hands this video has been transferred to. The watermarks in the corners are superimposed on the watermarks, and the picture quality is also very bad.
However, Beiquan still judged at a glance that the video was shot from their current position, and the angle and height were consistent with the perspective of the two at this moment.
It's just that the above picture is exactly the scene of the fire at No. 44 Jinyuan Road.
The picture seems to be taken with a mobile phone. The photographer was emotional, so the camera kept shaking. The center of the picture is the north corner of the fourth floor of No. 44, Jinyuan Road, which is exposed between the two buildings. Thick smoke can be seen billowing. , The reddish-brown flames burned more and more fiercely under the blessing of the aisle through the hall, and continued to spread to the downwind, turning the night in the early morning red.
At the same time, there was a young man's voice shouting excitedly, as if he was too excited to see the fire up close.
Although the sound quality was terrible, Beiquan could still hear it—that was Mr. A's voice.
[Oh, there is someone there!]
A gentleman behind the lens screamed, and then the phone shook a few times, and the focus was zoomed in.
Indeed, as the photographer said, through the firelight, the camera captured a shaking figure in the burning building.
It was a long-haired woman who was pushed to the end of the corridor on the top floor by the flames and thick smoke, desperately shaking the anti-theft net blocking her way of escape. At the same time, judging from the posture of her flapping and shouting, she should be desperate. But still trying to call for help from the outside world.
[Lying trough, lying trough! is a woman!]
[Going to catch up! Look, the flames are about to burn her!]
Mr. A is still chattering, his tone is excited.
[Fuck! Burned! Burned!]
In the picture, in just one minute, the thick smoke carried the flames and burned through the corridor on the fourth floor. "Hula" engulfed the girl who was cornered.
The fireball-like figure flickered in the camera for only a moment, and was never seen again.
And Mr. A is still shouting excitedly:
[It's so exciting! Really burnt!]
[see it? That woman is burnt out!]
The video ends abruptly here.
"I see."
Beiquan returned the phone to Wei Fuyuan.
"Well, I guess so."
Master Wei explained to the old antique Beiquan, who never used a smartphone, how he came up with the identity of Mr. A.
Previously, when he occasionally browsed social media, he saw a girl in the same class reposting a Weibo.
The blogger happened to pass by a fire scene and took a video of someone being killed at that time.
Probably because the photographer was very excited throughout the whole process, treating the disaster as an anecdote, without the slightest sense of awe and sympathy for the deceased. This attitude annoyed the crowd of onlookers, and was retweeted and commented on. of public opinion.
When Wei Fuyuan saw the Weibo, the photographer had already deleted the video completely.
Young Master Wei poked into the comment and glanced at it, and after having a general understanding of the cause and effect, he left this matter at will, like countless hot topics of current affairs that were not very important.
He didn't watch the video at the time, so he naturally didn't know that the Weibo, which had been scolded thousands of times, was the scene of the fire at No. 44 Jinyuan Road, and he didn't know that the photographer was Mr. A, whom they couldn't find anywhere.
If it wasn't for Beiquan's reasoning just now, Master Wei wouldn't have a flash of inspiration. He found this little detail from the corners of his memory, and then found this video from the Internet relics.