Monday, August 9, 8:42am.
Beiquan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nan'an sat at the dining table for breakfast, Zhu Ling did not show up as usual, and Tian Jiaxing went out for a walk with his myn in Xindi early in the morning.
Jiang Nan'an just came back from Yueling Mountain, and I don't know if it was because of running around and tiredness, or because it was finally confirmed that the first love had passed away with the wind.
Beiquan looked a little pitiful at Comrade Xiao Jiang's sluggish appearance, so he peeled a tea egg and put it in his bowl.
Jiang Nan'an picked up the egg, bit off half of it, chewed it twice, and suddenly covered his face and cried.
Both Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan looked at him inexplicably.
Jiang Nan'an showed the remaining half of the egg, "I don't even have an egg yolk. I'm really unlucky! If it wasn't for my bad luck, Xiaolan wouldn't have broken up with me!!"
"Not yellow?"
Wei Fuyuan wondered: "No way?"
He picked up his tea egg and took a bite. When he saw it, it was double yellow.
Jiang Nan'an cried even louder.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan had to comfort him for a while, and finally smoothed Comrade Xiao Jiang's hair.
Jiang Nan'an dried up the remaining fried dough sticks and soy milk, temporarily forgetting his emotional injury, and asked honestly:
"Where are you and Xiaowei going, Beiquan?"
Beiquan turned to look at Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting next to him, and rolled his eyes with a smile: "Master asked me to take Xiaowei back to the secret realm of Zhuling."
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an shouted together, "What!?"
The two were taken aback by each other's reaction and looked at each other again.
Jiang Nan'an was the first to ask:
"Didn't you say that people outside the secret of Zhuling can't enter casually? Why do you have to take Xiaowei?"
Beiquan smiled.
"Probably because Zhu Ling reported the matter between me and Xiaowei to the master, his old man..."
Having said that, Beiquan sighed lightly and shook his head again, "It's hard to say now, we'll have to wait to find out."
Wei Fuyuan secretly pulled Beiquan's hand under the table, his eyes revealing clear concerns.
Although Young Master Wei even dared to run away from home on the spot when he came out with his parents, but because he was Beiquan's master, he was timid for some reason.
This feeling is hard to describe.
If he had to describe it, Wei Fuyuan felt that this was the legendary "hairy-footed son-in-law met his mother-in-law for the first time." Although it was unreasonable, he was still inexplicably guilty.
— No, no, it’s still a little different.
Wei Fuyuan clenched Beiquan's hand nervously under the table.
When the hairy-footed son-in-law came to the door, at most he was disliked by his mother-in-law. He went back with Beiquan this time. What if the master of the family didn't like him and gave him a no-brainer, and he was kicked out and lost his memory again!
- No, I have to prepare first!
Wei Fuyuan's thoughts rushed in his mind, and the strength of holding Beiquan's hand was getting tighter and tighter, and his palm was sweating without knowing it.
"I haven't gone yet, why are you panicking?"
Beiquan gently wrenched Wei Fuyuan's hand away and pecked at his cheek.
"And before returning to the secret realm of Zhuling, we have one more thing to do."
Wei Fuyuan touched the face he had just kissed, feeling a little dazed.
Beiquan's words are so misleading that it's hard not to think about it.
"What, what's the matter?"
Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard, and his eyes involuntarily slipped to Beiquan's waist.
"What are you thinking about!"
As soon as Beiquan saw Wei Fuyuan's blushing cheeks and stray eyes, he guessed that this person must be filling up some extra yellow waste in his brain, so he leaned into his little boyfriend's ear, lowered his voice, and said word by word :
"Yes, right, classic, thing!"
Wei Fuyuan hurriedly sat upright, looking at his nose and heart with his eyes.
Although Beiquan's words were actually very upright and serious, the close distance between the two and their ambiguous whispers still made Jiang Nanan think a bit too much.
"Cough cough!"
Comrade Xiao Jiang cleared his throat very artificially:
"So do you have any plans?"
Beiquan nodded, then got up and took a folder from the low cabinet, took out a photo from it, and put it on the table, "Xiaowei, look, have you seen this person?"
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an approached together.
"what!"
Wei Fuyuan shouted, "Isn't this the man who gave Zhang Yiping the bracelet!?"
He widened his eyes in shock and stared at Beiquan:
"So you know him!?"
Beiquan smiled lightly, "To be precise, I have seen his body."
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an spoke in unison again:
"He is dead!?"
Beiquan took out another document and spread it out page by page on the table.
"Let me start at the beginning."
He pushes a little harder on the photo of the man:
"This person's name is Zhu Hongcai, and I just investigated a case related to him..."
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Because Zhu Hongcai's true identity "Special Seven" is still under verification, Beiquan did not explain everything he had experienced with Qingzhu and Aliu in detail.
Beiquan only told them that Zhu Hongcai was a folklorist, and he was probably involved in some ghost-related cases before, but he had already committed suicide by hanging himself before "Special Seven" caught him.
"Now that people are dead, what can we do?"
Jiang Nan'an touched his chin, "Could it be that you are planning to summon a soul?"
"Not bad, Comrade Jiang, you are very witty."
Beiquan gave Jiang Nan'an a thumbs up.
"But what I want to do is not to summon the soul, but to 'walk the shadows'."
Hearing this, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an both showed surprise.
It's not that Wei Fuyuan hasn't heard the word "going overcast", but what he's heard before is an urban legend-like rumor, and it can't be true at all.
Jiang Nan'an, who is more knowledgeable, looked back and forth at Beiquan with doubtful and scrutinizing eyes, "Are you still in the dark?"
He frowned as he said:
"Besides, the risk of going overcast is quite high, right? Why do you have to go overcast?"
As soon as he heard the "risk is quite big" paragraph, Wei Fuyuan immediately objected, "Can't you choose a safer method!"
"Don't worry."
Beiquan smiled and explained patiently:
"Although I haven't done much about it, I still have some confidence."
After speaking, he restrained his smile and said solemnly:
"And, compared to other methods, going overcast may be the only option."
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an asked in unison:
"why?"
Beiquan replied:
"Zhu Hongcai committed suicide before we found him. The specific time should be August 8 this year-that is, just after three o'clock in the morning yesterday."
He said, took a photo from the folder and put it on the table.
Wei Fuyuan only glanced at it, and then showed an uncomfortable look. Jiang Nan'an, on the other hand, clasped his hands together and proclaimed Amitabha Buddha in his mouth.
The photo shows a hanging man.
The man was dressed in black and hung his feet in the air in front of the window of a large classroom-like house. Because of the lack of light, he could not see his appearance. It's not a dummy, it must be a dead person.
"This is Zhu Hongcai."
Beiquan pointed to the man in the photo.
"He committed suicide in the data room of the historical institute where he worked in the early morning yesterday. The doorman saw him walk into the institute at about 3:05 in the morning, and the surveillance of the doorman also clearly captured this scene."
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an listened carefully, waiting for Beiquan's next words.
"However, there is an expert on the side of 'Te Qi', and she gave Zhu Hongcao an order."
Beiquan paused, then said:
"She said that if she was right, Zhu Hongcai would have died a year ago."
The last three words, Beiquan specially bit the accent.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know anything about metaphysics, and naturally he didn't understand what Beiquan meant, so he looked at Jiang Nan'an with a look for advice, and waited for the "senior" to ask questions first.
Sure enough, Senior Jiang frowned and thought for a while, then gave his reasoning:
"If there is no miscalculation on the side of 'Special Seven', does that mean that this man used the identity of Zhu Hongcao?"
Beiquan smiled slightly and added another possibility:
"Or, this Zhu Hongcai is no longer the 'original' Zhu Hongcai."
"hiss!"
Jiang Nan'an took a deep breath, "You mean, take the house?"
Beiquan neither confirmed nor denied it.
"It's just a guess."
Beiquan said:
"That's why I have to 'go down' to have a look."
Jiang Nan'an finally understood this time:
"The three souls and seven souls of the person who was taken from the house are likely to no longer exist and cannot be summoned, so you want to 'go down' and directly ask someone to help you check, right?"
Beiquan smiled and nodded, "Exactly."
Jiang Nan'an was still worried.
"But I heard that if you want to ask the 'below' people for help, the reward will definitely not be less."
He still expressed disapproval of the plan:
"Also, going overcast is risky after all, can you go down alone?"
Wei Fuyuan objected to anything that might threaten Beiquan's safety.
"You don't want to go alone!"
Master Wei grabbed Beiquan's arm and said nervously:
"Did you forget that when you were in Xuanmen Village last time, your soul almost couldn't come back after leaving the body!?"
He wouldn't forget even if he was beaten to death. The last time Beiquan stopped breathing, he was rescued by half-baked CPR. Thinking back on the scene at that time, Wei Fuyuan still had lingering fears.
If it happened again, Wei Fuyuan had no doubt that he would never be able to bear such stimulation.
He grabbed Beiquan's hand tightly, "Anyway, I absolutely disagree!"
"It's okay, I'm ready to pay those 'below' people."
Beiquan put his hand on the back of Wei Fuyuan's hand and squeezed it soothingly, "And your man is so powerful, it's just a little overcast, it's a trivial matter!"
Wei Fuyuan wanted to correct the attribution "your man", but he also knew that this was not the time to flirt.
He grabbed Beiquan's shoulders firmly with both hands, making the other party's eyes meet his own.
"Since you are so sure."
Wei Fuyuan said:
"Then do you dare to take me with you?"
The author has something to say: I'm really sorry, because there is a very, very important inspection in the department next Monday, and a lot of materials need to be prepared, so I asked for a day off on the 28th, and it will be updated before 12 o'clock in the evening on March 1st! (seat under the soil)