Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 14: Prisoner's Dream-14 It's not over yet

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With the clue of the video, it is very easy to know the identity of Mr. A.

About 20 minutes later, Beiquan got the personal information and address of Mr. A sent to him by "someone".

A Jun's real name is Luo Yuanming, 22 years old this year. After graduating from college, he lived alone in Fengxing City. He became a little-known live game anchor on a live broadcast platform, and his monthly income was only enough to make ends meet.

Luo Yuanming's rental house is two blocks away from No. 44 Jinyuan Road.

On the night of the fire, Luo Yuanming ended the live broadcast late at night, went out to buy supper, and saw thick smoke billowing from the street from a distance, so he was keenly aware that it was an opportunity to make big news, and he relied on his own awareness of the road conditions in the area. He found the most suitable overpass for shooting, and recorded the last three minutes of Ye Jia's life with the camera lens of his mobile phone.

Strictly speaking, Luo Yuanming didn't do anything heinous.

He just has a low moral sense.

When he saw the thick smoke and flames, he only thought that this was a perfect opportunity to grab the heat. Judging from his excited shouting as if he was watching a curious movie when he took the video, that kid is really interested in eating human-blooded steamed buns. There is no psychological burden.

It's a pity that Luo Yuanming didn't expect that he just uploaded a video, but it would cause him death.

After Beiquan received the address, he took Wei Fuyuan to trot all the way to Mr. A's residence.

Wei Fuyuan said while running:

"Actually, I can quite understand Ye Jia's thoughts."

After all, who would want to be put on the Internet by a stranger in the most miserable and helpless state before death, and be criticized and criticized by others

The ghost will magnify the host's obsession, unwillingness and resentment infinitely, so Luo Yuanming becomes the last of the five death row inmates.

"It is true that Mr. A is a bastard, but it is not our responsibility to judge someone's moral level."

Beiquan kept at his feet, his expression indifferent:

"We just need to catch the bully."

"I know."

Wei Fuyuan pouted.

"But I'll have to beat that guy up later."

Beiquan laughed.

"Can."

He said:

"As long as you don't kill people, and don't leave evidence."

About five minutes later, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan could already see the apartment building where Luo Yuanming lived.

It was an unremarkable old-fashioned nine-storey building, but now they could see it from a distance. There was a circle of people right under the building, all raising their heads high, and some people pointed their fingers.

Beiquan whispered:

"Oops!"

The two rushed downstairs, looked up, and saw a person standing on the roof, who had climbed outside the railing, looking like he was about to jump down at any time.

The person who was about to jump off the building was very young, wearing crumpled home clothes and slippers on his feet, it was Jun A, Luo Yuanming!

It's just that unlike ordinary suicides, Luo Yuanming cried in a mess, tears and snot smeared his handsome face into embarrassment.

His upper body leaned back desperately, waving his hands and shouting for help, as if he was being coerced by someone and had to stand here.

However, the crowd of onlookers below only saw Luo Yuanming alone, standing outside the dangerous railing like a one-man show, crying bitterly, dancing, shouting, and looking back from time to time, as if he was crying at someone behind Call for mercy.

- But there was no one behind him.

"Is he going to kill himself?"

"It's not like you, are you making eyeballs?"

"It's a neuropathy!"

"Did you call the police? No one cares?"

The two heard everyone around them talking.

Others didn't see it, but Young Master Wei, who had sprayed the cow's tears, could see it clearly - behind Luo Yuanming, there was clearly a tall figure in white, who was the executioner incarnate!

"Let's go up!"

Beiquan pulled Wei Fuyuan's arm and pointed in the direction of the stairs.

They want to cut people down before the ghosts can do anything.

At this time, there were already people downstairs who were watching the fun and shouting:

"Hey, brother, are you dancing or not?"

He exclaimed:

"Hurry up, don't waste our time!"

A girl next to him also answered:

"That's right! Jump down!"

Wei Fuyuan had already stepped on the stairs. Hearing this, he immediately turned his head and shouted at the roaring onlookers:

"To shut up!"

Unfortunately it's too late.

In the next second, the crowd exclaimed at the same time, with a loud "bang" as the heavy object landed, Luo Yuanming had fallen from the roof and fell on the hard concrete sidewalk with a head and blossomed.

Wei Fuyuan wanted to look back on a conditioned reflex, but Beiquan's voice came from the second floor:

"Follow up!"

Master Wei had to grit his teeth and ran up the stairs quickly.

Beiquan didn't show any expression on his face, but he was actually very anxious in his heart.

He only regretted that he hadn't been one step earlier and intercepted the ghost before it could do it.

Beiquan has hosted "Thriller Night Talk" for more than half a year. According to his past experience, Mr. A is the kind of person who "talks a lot" on the hotline, which made him feel that the information is quite enough. This time it should be a It was a simple task, so he dared to act with a rookie who had no experience, not even an "informer".

But the process of investigating Mr. A's identity was more complicated than he expected, and they were still late.

- That scumbag has already killed five people.

Beiquan thought.

The ghosts live off the negative emotions of their hosts.

The more people the resentful spirit kills, the more evil thoughts are superimposed, and the more energy is transformed into it, and the more powerful the evil spirit will be.

- If it escapes again, the consequences will be disastrous!

Now Beiquan just wants a quick solution to get rid of the damn "executioner" on the roof as soon as possible.

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Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan ran all the way from the ninth floor to the roof.

Before the police arrived, the onlookers were all downstairs, and no one thought to come up to take a look.

There was no "executor" on the empty rooftop.

And where the "executor" was originally located, there was only a faint, almost transparent gray shadow left.

With the experience of seeing ghosts in the first two rounds, Wei Fuyuan reflexively took a step back, his face alert.

"It doesn't matter."

Beiquan said to Wei Fuyuan.

"She's already an empty shell."

Wei Fuyuan didn't understand what the other party meant, but he still followed Beiquan and leaned over cautiously.

Then he discovered that the appearance of this shadow was different from the ghosts of Meng Lichang and Lin Xue that he had seen before.

The first two ghosts that Young Master Wei saw were grey, but the outlines were clear, with distinct head, limbs, and torso, and he could tell whether the other party was male or female, fat or thin, and whether he was wearing a suit or skirt.

But the gray shadow that appeared in front of Wei Fuyuan at this time was, to be precise, not so much a shadow, but rather a hazy light gray fog, barely able to distinguish the shape of a human figure, but unable to see more details. .

"This is Ye Jia's soul."

Beiquan said:

"Or rather, it's a little afterimage of her soul."

Saying that, he walked slowly to the shadow.

"This is the end of those who are possessed by evil spirits."

Beiquan raised his hand and swiped at the wisp of gray mist, as if a breeze blew away the smoke, making the vague human figure invisible.

"When the obsession dissipates, she will also be scattered, and she will not be able to be reincarnated."

Wei Fuyuan looked at the thin smoke that was gradually dissipating, feeling a little heavy inexplicably.

Young Master Wei asked himself that he was not such a sentimental person. He always pursued instant pleasures, and didn't like reincarnation and reincarnation.

But now, seeing that Ye Jia killed the enemies who indirectly caused her death, but ended up in ashes, he felt both irony and sigh.

When Wei Fuyuan was watching a movie, he occasionally saw the plot where the devil seduces mortals - the devil said that he could help someone achieve all their wishes, but the other party needed to sacrifice his soul as a reward.

At that time, Wei Fuyuan only thought this stalk was ridiculous. He has always been the favored son of heaven, and it was really hard to imagine that there was anything worth exchanging for his soul.

Looking at the example of Ye Jia now, the eldest young master knows that many things in this world are indeed not black and white, or either.

Everyone has their own choice, whether it is worth it or not. Except for the person involved, no one can judge or say anything.

"...Alas, what a pity."

Wei Fuyuan sighed and muttered to himself.

Beiquan lifted his eyelids and glanced at the tall and handsome young man beside him.

He has always been very good at observing words and expressions, many words do not need to be asked carefully, just need to think about someone's expression, and he can guess the other person's thoughts to seven or eight points.

Beiquan said in his heart that he was not mistaken, Young Master Wei, a young master who always shows his teeth and claws on weekdays, is actually a good person, soft-hearted, and has a very sense of justice.

- is a good man.

Beiquan thought:

—Anyway, he looks like a better person than me.

He reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder, "It's not over yet."

Wei Fuyuan turned to look at Beiquan.

"We haven't found the ghost yet."

Beiquan said:

"It must not have run far, this is our last chance to seize it."

Wei Fuyuan frowned deeply.

"But, where did the ghost go?"

They managed to track down the identity of Lord A, but unfortunately they missed a move. When they found Luo Yuanming, he had already fallen from the building, and the ghost had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a trace of Ye Jia's remnant soul. It stopped at this point.

At this time, the honking of the police car came from downstairs, and the police finally arrived.

"Let's get out of here first."

Beiquan grabbed Wei Fuyuan's arm, ran down the stairs with him, and quickly left the scene of Jun A's jumping off the building.

"The ghost can't leave the host for a long time. After it sucks Ye Jia, it will definitely find a new soul to parasitize at the fastest speed."

Beiquan said to Wei Fuyuan as he walked:

"They've always favored those who harbor resentments — whether they're dead or alive."

Having said that, he looked back.

There were more people onlookers than before. The hurried police lined up the crowd and checked Luo Yuanming's body. After confirming that it was no longer worth saving, they covered the people with a white cloth. One of them went to contact the funeral home, while the others were busy. to deal with the aftermath.

Beiquan stopped.

He didn't say a word, just stared silently at the crowd of onlookers, a pair of maroon eyes narrowed slightly, covering up a shimmer of light circulating in them.