Sunday, May 2.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan went out after having breakfast.
What they want to see is Mr. Xie, the props master who met yesterday at the wedding advertisement site.
It's easy to ask someone out. Beiquan just called him and mentioned that he had a friend who had also heard of Yan Shuangshuang. The prop master immediately showed extraordinary enthusiasm and unbelievably low vigilance. .
When Beiquan said that it was difficult to explain in a few words on the phone, Mr. Xie said that he could meet and discuss in detail.
Beiquan made an appointment to meet in a nearby park.
Before going out, Wei Fuyuan once asked him why he chose an open-air venue like a park. Wouldn't it be better to find a small shop where he could sit down like last time
Hearing this, Beiquan squinted his eyes, and showed that fox-like deep and sly smile.
He didn't say anything, just patted Wei Fuyuan on the shoulder and went out with his suitcase and long black umbrella.
The meeting time between the two and the props teacher was at nine in the morning.
However, Beiquan arrived 15 minutes early and circled around the meeting place, not knowing what to do.
"right here?"
Wei Fuyuan followed Beiquan, very puzzled.
The park in the morning is actually very lively.
In the square two hundred meters away, there are more than 20 aunts and aunts, who are divided into two teams to dance in the air with "Little Apple" and "Surprise All the Way"; there are large groups of cubs in the children's play area. Elderly people walking and young people doing morning exercises are circling the periphery of the park's green belt.
Beiquan avoided all these crowded places, and found an inaccessible lawn in the shade behind the greenhouse, and also chose a bench hidden behind palm trees.
Because this place is really not easy to find, after another ten minutes, the prop master surnamed Xie found the two.
Beiquan stood up and shook hands with each other with a smile.
But Mr. Xie doesn't care about these false gifts at all, and his mouth is:
"Do you really have any clues about Shuangshuang?!"
"Don't worry."
Beiquan smiled and pointed to the bench in front of him, "Let's sit down and talk."
The prop master sat down, his eyes widened, staring straight at Beiquan, his eyes burning, revealing an abnormal frenzy.
"Can you say it now!?"
Beiquan smiled slightly and pointed his finger behind the prop master:
"Look over there."
The prop master turned his head in a conditioned reflex.
In the next second, his body softened and leaned on the back of the bench.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
This time, he was standing diagonally behind, the angle was very good, and he could clearly see how Beiquan made his move.
Just now, Beiquan took advantage of the moment the prop master turned his head and pointed at the knife, then raised the "knife" and dropped it, accurately cutting the connection between the opponent's cervical vertebra and the skull.
Poor Mr. Xie didn't even snort a single snort. He rolled his eyes and fainted in seconds.
This move is so familiar, Wei Fuyuan thought through gritted teeth.
At the same time, a layer of goose bumps appeared on the back of his neck, as if the pain from being knocked unconscious by Beiquan the previous two times had returned.
- No wonder you want to invite people to such a remote corner, so this guy planned to come up and knock people down from the beginning!
Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan shuddered again.
He looked up and around, and quickly found the park's surveillance on a street light pole:
"Fuck!"
Young Master Wei's face turned blue, he turned his head and shouted at Beiquan:
"Don't do it in public! All this has been filmed, and Tuo Tuo'er is evidence of a crime!"
Beiquan seemed to think that Young Master Wei's panic-stricken jumping feet was very interesting. He didn't explain it immediately. Instead, he smiled and admired Wei Fuyuan's handsome face that was flushed with anger for a moment, and then he felt the tears and handed it to him.
"Come on, spray it."
Wei Fuyuan didn't know what medicine he sold in the gourd, but he still took the cow's tears and sprayed them in his eyes.
Beiquan raised his hand and pointed, "Now look at the surveillance cameras."
Wei Fuyuan did as he did, and was stunned.
A white fog appeared on the surveillance camera at some point, like a cover, tightly wrapping the lens.
"Rest assured, no matter what we are doing now, the surveillance will not be able to capture it."
Only then did Wei Fuyuan realize that Beiquan was not just walking around when he was strolling around.
He also did something more important—like using a little trick to keep their "illegal acts" from leaving evidence.
"Fine."
Young Master Wei was a little relieved, and turned to Beiquan:
"But why did you put this man down?"
Beiquan smiled and waved to him:
"Xiao Wei, come here."
Wei Fuyuan's conditioned reflex was about to open his legs, but after being trapped many times, he immediately became alert again:
"What the hell are you doing!?"
-Tsk, it's not good to be deceived!
Beiquan thought regretfully.
He pointed to the unconscious man leaning on the back of the chair:
"I want your help to 'look' at his memory."
Wei Fuyuan took two seconds to understand the meaning of the word "look at", and then his face changed suddenly.
"Fuck!"
He blurted out:
"You don't mean like the first two times—"
Beiquan smiled very calmly:
"Yup."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
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If possible, Young Master Wei really doesn't want to experience the experience of being knocked unconscious by Beiquan and then forced to see another person's memory.
He tried to bargain with Beiquan, "Can't you see it yourself?"
"Indeed it is."
Beiquan shrugged, then rolled his eyes, facing Wei Fuyuan with an innocent smile:
"That's why I need you so much."
When Beiquan said this sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice and put emphasis on the word "need" very deliberately, which made the sentence sound particularly ambiguous.
Obviously, although this trick is simple, it is the killer of Young Master Zhongwei.
He fiddled around in circles, struggling for five minutes between resigning on the spot and reluctantly giving in.
Finally, he stopped and turned to look at Beiquan:
"This man is alive..."
He confirms to the boss:
"So what I'll see later, it won't be too scary, will it?"
Beiquan nodded and replied in a tone as gentle as a child:
"You just need to look at Yan Shuangshuang in his memory and who was next to her at that time."
Beiquan said it so lightly, it was as if he just asked Wei Fuyuan to open the door to see if there was anyone else in the bathroom.
Wei Fuyuan gave in.
However, he still stubbornly put forward his final request:
"Can you stop slapping the back of my head?"
Beiquan frowned in embarrassment.
"This move is the fastest."
He muttered to himself:
"If I don't pat the back of your head, I'm afraid I won't be able to..."
Wei Fuyuan: "What did you shoot?"
North Spring:
"There's no way, that's all it can do..."
Saying that, he stood up, walked to Wei Fuyuan, and stood opposite him, the two were only less than twenty centimeters apart.
The approach that suddenly broke through the safe distance shocked Young Master Wei. Before he could step back, Beiquan had already stretched out his hands and wrapped him in his arms.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
Beiquan's arms were not tightly circled, but it was indeed a hug.
Young Master Wei only felt a "buzz" in his ears, blood rushed to his cheeks, his mind was blank, and he couldn't think at all:
"You, you, what are you doing—poof!"
Before he finished speaking, Beiquan had already patted him hard on the back.
Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had been hit in the chest by a North American brown bear, his heart, liver, spleen and stomach were all displaced, and his left and right lung lobes almost spit out of his throat.
Under the impact, Young Master Wei rushed forward subconsciously and fell into Beiquan's arms.
The next second, he felt that he was being carried by the back of his neck, he was lifted like a rabbit, and fluttered forward.
- How is this possible!
When Wei Fuyuan flew out, his heart collapsed to the extreme.
He is obviously a sturdy man with a height of 1.87 meters. Even if Beiquan is the world champion in weightlifting, it is impossible to throw him two meters away like throwing an empty sack!
However, before he had time to think about it, Wei Fuyuan was already like a flying flying squirrel, spreading his arms and legs, and pounced on the props master surnamed Xie who was lying on the seat.
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As the world was spinning, Wei Fuyuan felt that he had once again plunged into a viscous liquid.
He barely opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar office.
The office is very large, and the decoration style fully conforms to the two principles of "cleanliness" and "efficiency". There are two rows of computer desks with partitions neatly arranged on the left and right, which can accommodate at least twelve people working together.
Wei Fuyuan realized that this was the perspective of the props master surnamed Xie, and he had already entered the other party's memory.
Sure enough, he saw himself standing up, holding a stack of blueprints in his hand, and hurriedly walked towards the door of the office.
Wei Fuyuan, or the prop master at the time, was in a hurry and bumped into someone at the corner of the corridor.
The woman exclaimed and took a step back.
"oops!"
The other called:
"Xie Xie, what are you in a hurry? My shoulder is going to be knocked crooked by you!"
The prop master obviously recognized the other party, and he quickly apologized:
"Little Mo, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you just now!"
The woman bent over to pick up the folder that had fallen to the ground, and turned back to the other person and said:
"It's okay, I'm not hurt, you don't have to worry about Shuangshuang."
Wei Fuyuan heard the props teacher ask:
"Who are you talking to?"
"Let me introduce you, my new colleague."
The woman smiled and replied:
"How is it, this one with big eyes and small face is very beautiful, isn't it?"
Saying that, she stretched out her hand and pulled out a young girl from behind the corner of the wall.
The gaze of the props master Xie followed the woman's hand that grabbed the other's arm and moved to the other person's face.
The first thing that caught his eye was a delicate melon-seed face the size of a palm, and a pair of almond-shaped Jianshui Qiu pupils.
"She just came to our department for an internship this month."
The woman said her name.
"It's called Yanshuangshuang, the color of color, the frost of frost and snow."