Zhu Ling has packaged Zhang Yiping's information and sent it to Wei Fuyuan's mailbox.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan sat on the sofa in Su Lan's living room and quickly studied Zhang Yiping's information.
Zhang Yiping is not a native of Fengxing City.
Her hometown is in a prefecture-level city in West China. Zhang Yiping is the second of three children in her family, with an older sister above and a younger brother below.
Her parents opened a fast food restaurant, and they were not rich, but they had no worries about food and clothing.
It's just that such a family doesn't seem to be able to come up with an antique gold bracelet worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and wear it for the second daughter to play with.
Zhang Yiping and Su Lan were both classmates and roommates when they were at Fengxing University, and they also slept in the bunk.
After graduating from her undergraduate degree, Zhang Yiping wanted to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but unfortunately she failed in the First World War and was unwilling to go home. She could only find a job in Fengxing City and prepare for World War II next year while working.
After graduation, she still maintains close contact with Su Lan, often chatting with each other on WeChat, and occasionally making an appointment for dinner and shopping.
Zhu Ling turned up a lot of group photos in the two's circle of friends. In the photos, the two young girls smiled gracefully, and they really looked like a pair of best friends who had a good relationship.
"Zhang Yiping resigned from the company before attending Zhu Ling's wedding."
Beiquan quickly flipped through the information in the email at a speed of ten lines at a glance.
Wei Fuyuan couldn't keep up with his reading speed, so he didn't even bother to read it. He was next to Beiquan, resting his chin on the other person's shoulder, pretending that he was an oversized cushion, and waiting for Beiquan to summarize and relay the content of the email to himself.
"And Zhang Yiping never went back to the apartment he rented, but hid in a small rental house in the suburbs of the neighboring city."
Beiquan paused and added:
"She also deregistered her mobile phone number, WeChat account and all other means of communication that could reach her."
"So, Zhang Yiping already knew what the gold bracelet was?"
Wei Fuyuan nodded clearly, the short stubble on his temples rubbed Beiquan's ears itchy:
"That's why the world evaporated after giving away the bracelet?"
Beiquan couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pushed the big head off his cheek, "Speak well, don't mess around."
Wei Fuyuan stared at Beiquan in shock and aggrieved.
He thought to himself that I didn't do anything, why was there such a mess? !
-You are sitting in my arms now, and I will do it directly if you really want to do it!
- I was disliked without even touching it, no matter how I thought about it, it was a big loss!
Just thinking about it, Wei Fuyuan still didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary.
One is that the current situation is not right, and the other is that he is very self-aware and knows that he can't beat Taoyan vs. FablE to pass Beiquan.
"uh-huh!"
Wei Fuyuan snorted in dissatisfaction, and then deliberately rubbed Beiquan's ear twice before sitting up straight and discussing with Beiquan seriously.
"You said that this bracelet is similar in effect to the Golden Silkworm Gu, is it for making a wish?"
Wei Fuyuan frowned and thought for a moment:
"Actually, I think it's more a 'deal' than a 'wish'?"
Beiquan nodded.
He felt that Wei Fuyuan used the word "transaction" too accurately.
Wei Fuyuan looked sideways at Beiquan:
"Since that's the case, what exactly did Zhang Yiping trade with the bracelet, and she has to use the life of her best friend to pay for it?"
"There are no clues yet."
Beiquan had already read the email to the end, then closed the PDF browser and returned the phone to Wei Fuyuan.
"However, during the month she was missing, she didn't even have contact with her parents or siblings. She hid in a rental house every day and almost never went out - obviously, she was hiding something."
Beiquan smiled:
"As for why, we will ask when we meet her, and we will know."
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Sunday, August 8, 3:45 pm.
Wei Fuyuan parked his car in front of a self-built house on a homestead.
There is no house number in this place. He navigated to the neighborhood and leaned on his mouth to ask for directions all the way.
This is a three-story small western-style building with fourteen rooms, large and small, about half of which have been rented out. Beiquan asked the landlord on the way here. The rent is very cheap, only 1,200 yuan a month.
The management of such group rentals is very chaotic.
The entrance of the building originally had an electronic lock, but because there were too many people coming in and out, some people thought it was troublesome to open the door every day, so they simply removed the battery of the electronic lock.
When Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan directly opened the door and entered the house, there were residents in the living room and kitchen on the first floor, but the two of them entered the house. Ask a question like "Who are you" or "Who are you looking for?"
The two went straight to the third floor and saw a door marked "305" at the corner of the corridor.
The thin wooden door was tightly closed, and there were five bags of rubbish at the door, three of which were takeaways—obviously, this person had to rely on takeaways for three meals a day.
The door is fitted with an electronic lock.
Beiquan put his hand on the doorknob and pulled it gently.
"Crack".
The door slammed open.
It was obviously after three o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was shining, but the curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and only one lamp was turned on.
A young woman huddled on the bed, swiping her mobile phone in the dim lighting, and suddenly saw her door open, and two strange men who had never seen before came in, her eyes widened immediately, her expressions both startled and frightened. , opened his mouth to scream.
Beiquan raised his hand in her direction—the spell that had been held in his palm flew out and hit the woman.
The cry she was about to exit suddenly got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't pronounce a single syllable.
"Um, uh uh??"
The woman reached out and grabbed her throat in horror, as if she had no idea what was going on.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan flashed into the room and closed the door with their backhands.
The woman saw two big men blocking the door, but she was like mute again, except for a few whispers like mosquitoes, she couldn't make a sound at all.
She was so frightened that she didn't even have the courage to jump out of bed and rush out of the room. She could only hug the thin summer quilt tightly, shrank to the corner of the wall and shuddered. Tears fell, shaking her head and whimpering.
"Zhang Yiping, right?"
Beiquan smiled and said softly:
"Don't be afraid, we're just here to return this thing to you."
With that said, he took out the black velvet jewelry box from his coat, opened it, and threw it lightly on the girl's quilt.
"Huh? Umm!"
Zhang Yiping lowered her head, saw the familiar golden color at a glance, and immediately let out a choked sob, her body trembled like a sieve, and she rolled her eyes, almost fainting from fright.
Beiquan curled his lips into a smile, his smile was a little cold.
"Looking at your reaction, you must know what this bracelet is?"
He squatted down beside the bed, his eyes were level with Zhang Yiping, who was tucked in the quilt, and stared straight into her eyes:
"So, can you tell me how you got this bracelet?"
Zhang Yiping's eyes widened, her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, and she only uttered a few vague syllables.
Beiquan asked with a smile:
"Would you like to tell me everything if I let you talk?"
Zhang Yiping nodded while crying.
Beiquan smiled, put his hand on the front of her neck, and withdrew the spell that had just been slapped on her.
Zhang Yiping found that she could speak again.
He subconsciously opened his mouth to shout for help.
Beiquan slapped another spell with his backhand.
Zhang Yiping silenced again.
"I knew it would be like this."
Beiquan stood up and shrugged regretfully.
"Forget it, anyway, even if you really say it, it's not necessarily the truth."
He walked over to Wei Fuyuan, stretched out his arms, and skillfully embraced the shoulders of his little boyfriend:
"So, seeing is believing."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
His expression was extremely troubled.
—Although it is reasonable to say that he and Beiquan are already in a relationship with boyfriends, but why does the treatment seem to have not improved at all
Beiquan blinked at Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan felt that he could see the word "pray" in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth hard, and with his back to Zhang Yiping, he gestured silently with his mouth - back, head, re, follow, you, calculate, account!
Beiquan smiled and patted him on the back, not sure if it counted as an agreement.
Then he raised his hand, raised the "knife" and dropped it, cutting straight into the back of Wei Fuyuan's head.
The familiar feeling of dizziness struck, Wei Fuyuan felt that as soon as he fell forward, his knees were about to fall to the ground.
Then someone grabbed him and threw him lightly forward - he fell directly into another person's body...
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I don't know if it was because he had more times of sympathy. His soul was used to borrowing the senses of another person. This time, Wei Fuyuan was dizzy for a short time.
Only when he closed his eyes and opened his eyes, he saw that "himself" was in the middle of a banquet.
Just from the physical feeling, Zhang Yiping had already drank a lot at that time. Not only was his whole body hot, but he was swaying when he looked at things. A sense of alcohol surged up, his stomach was overturned, and the sourness in his mouth could not be suppressed.
After a few seconds, Zhang Yiping really couldn't hold on.
She didn't even have time to say hello, she covered her mouth with a pale face and ran to the hotel bathroom.
While running, I could hear two middle-aged men behind me saying loudly:
"Hey, I'm sorry, that girl is new here and doesn't know the rules. It's a fucking disappointment!"
"Leave her alone! Come on, drink! Finish the cup!"
Zhang Yiping ran into the toilet and vomited a lot of meat and meat, and there were even bright red bloodshots in the vomit.
After vomiting, she hugged the toilet and didn't even have the strength to stand up.
After a long delay, Zhang Yiping finally staggered to get up, shuffled his steps, and moved to the sink.
At this time, another female guest happened to come in. Seeing the filth on her dress, she showed a look of disgust and contempt, covered her nose and turned away.
Zhang Yiping saw the other party's reaction in the mirror, and then looked at her embarrassed appearance. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer. She lay down on the counter and burst into tears.