The accommodation conditions were poor, but Mr. Wei, who was too shy to live in a hotel, could not afford to live in a hotel. He could only join the job on the same day. He first spent two hours cleaning and cleaning the utility room, and then spent three hours buying a simple single from IKEA. The bed, assembled by yourself, can be regarded as a nest in the storage room.
After all this tossing down, it was already evening.
During the period, the beautiful girl named Zhu Ling came to the door of the storage room to take a look, looked at Wei Fuyuan, and left with a cold "hum", with an extremely unfriendly attitude.
On the contrary, the three-year-old chubby baby Tian raised his salary to deliver tea to the busy Young Master Wei twice. Although he didn't help, Wei Fuyuan was very moved.
After he was done, Wei Fuyuan took a quick shower in the bathroom on the second floor. When he went downstairs, it was just in time for dinner.
The so-called dinner is just a delivery nearby, and only Beiquan is sitting on the table.
Wei Fuyuan was so happy that he couldn't see the fierce Zhu Ling, but he was concerned: "Can't you come to eat for a raise?"
"Oh, you said a raise."
Beiquan has sat down at the table and is starting to unpack the takeaway:
"He's on the roof balcony, don't worry about him."
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
The causal relationship of this answer is so strange that Young Master Wei can't understand it.
However, as a part-timer who came to work on the first day, he chose not to delve into this matter.
The takeaway is a simple two meats, one vegetable, one soup and two boxes of fried rice.
"The contract says three meals are included, right? But we have no one to cook here..."
Beiquan took a chopstick and mixed the sour radish into the fried rice, and thought about it:
"Well, if I'm here, eat with me. If I'm not here, just order a takeaway, keep the receipt, and reimburse Zhu Ling at the end of the month."
It's beautiful and delicious, and it's a beautiful thing to be able to eat with a handsome guy every time.
He nodded calmly.
"Is there a limit to the meal fee?"
Beiquan didn't seem to have thought about this. He blinked and asked:
"You eat a lot?"
This question is too heart-wrenching, and even Wei Fuyuan can't nod his head no matter how thick-skinned he is.
"well enough."
He can only give a compromise answer.
"That's fine."
Beiquan rolled his eyes and bowed his head again.
The two were relatively speechless and finished their meal in silence.
When packing the lunch box, Young Master Wei rarely went online once, and offered to ask if there was anything he needed to do.
Beiquan shook his head.
"Not now."
"But on Thursday night, you have to come and help," he said with a smile.
The only radio program that "Santuchuan" is in charge of is at midnight on Thursday. After the program is broadcast, the equipment is sorted out. It is estimated that it will be one or two o'clock.
Wei Fuyuan had a class on Friday morning, but the teacher was not strict, so it was not difficult to skip it.
- No wonder the job posting states the requirement of "being able to stay up late".
"no problem."
He patted his heart and assured, "I'll come over after class."
Beiquan nodded in satisfaction, his eyes darting up and down Wei Fuyuan's body twice.
"You are in good shape."
With that said, Beiquan raised his hand and squeezed Wei Fuyuan's arm, touching his hard muscles through the clothes.
"Do you usually exercise?"
As a gay guy, Wei Fuyuan was praised for his figure by another handsome guy he liked, and immediately raised his tail like a peacock with an open screen.
"That is."
Master Wei rolled up his sleeves, revealing his smooth and firm muscles:
"Don't look at me studying business management, I usually go to the gym, and I have practiced karate and Maga for several years. I'm really good at it!"
Beiquan rolled his eyes and smiled brightly.
"Then, you must be quite brave?"
The color on Wei Fuyuan's face solidified for a moment.
He thought about the humiliating experience of getting lost this morning.
It's just that Young Master Wei has always refused to admit counsel, so he selectively forgot the memory of the day.
"That's for sure!"
He patted his chest, "I'm amazing!"
"That's good."
Beiquan is still smiling.
"Then I'm looking forward to your performance on Thursday night."
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Fast forward to Thursday, April 22nd.
On this day, Wei Fuyuan skipped the third and fourth electives in the afternoon and arrived at the "Three Ways" early.
It's just that he soon discovered that the broadcast day didn't seem to be any different from usual.
After dinner, Beiquan brought Wei Fuyuan into the studio on the second floor and let him get acquainted with the equipment briefly.
The operation of the mixer is more complicated, and Beiquan was too lazy to talk about it. He just explained to Wei Fuyuan that he didn't need to come in during the broadcast anyway. He only needed to watch his gestures outside and control the two main brake buttons.
11:55 p.m. Thursday.
Wei Fuyuan stayed outside the studio, watching Beiquan sitting in front of the mixer through a glass window.
Then he saw his boss hang a small yellow paper bag on the speaker.
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
What is this weird operation
But I didn't have time to think about it, and it was soon zero o'clock.
"Welcome to Midnight Radio's "Thriller Night Talk", here is the anchor Beiquan."
Beiquan's soft and slightly hoarse voice came from the speaker:
"Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it is."
Wei Fuyuan sighed inwardly, "It sounds good."
After nearly a week of eating and drinking in "Santuchuan", he has become very accustomed to Beiquan's voice.
It's just that he didn't expect that Beiquan's deliberately lowered voice sounded so magnetic when he was working, as if he was carrying a hook, and it was so tender and itchy that he was scratched like a kitten's paw.
"I'm sure you've all been waiting anxiously, haven't you?"
Beiquan's voice continued.
"Okay, without further ado, let's connect tonight's listener line."
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
Holy crap, this hosting style, which even omits the basic opening chatter and goes straight to the point, is really pure and unpretentious!
—Really, you should report a hotline number anyway!
Young Master Wei complained in his heart.
However, what he never expected was that at the same time as his thoughts came to his mind, the phone rang.
"Beep-beep-beep-"
Wei Fuyuan was stunned again.
He couldn't help sitting up straight, stretched his neck and looked at the recording studio, trying to find the ringing phone by following the ringtone.
"Ah, it seems that our audience today is very enthusiastic."
Beiquan's voice was smiling.
"Okay, let's hear what he or she has to say."
Before Wei Fuyuan could find the phone that was hidden somewhere, he saw Beiquan press it lightly on the mixer.
[You... How are you?]
A timid voice came from the radio.
is a young man.
He asked tentatively:
[can you hear?]
"Hello, I heard it clearly."
Beiquan straightened the microphone in front of him and replied:
"Excuse me, what should I call you?"
[Call me Mr. A...]
The male voice on the other end of the phone hesitated.
[Actually... I recently encountered a strange thing, I really don't know what to do...]
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"You mean, precognitive dreams?"
Beiquan asked.
[Yes…]
The young boy who called himself A-Jun paused and seemed to be organizing his words.
[Actually, I don't know if that can be considered a precognition dream... ]
Beiquan comforted softly: "It's okay, you can speak slowly."
[Probably not long ago... I don't remember exactly how long it was, but it should have been... two or three months?]
A-jun's voice trembled slightly.
[I... occasionally have a strange dream, dreaming that I am in a prison cell.]
Beiquan: "Oh? What kind of prison is it?"
Mr. A followed the guide and said:
[It's the kind of black and narrow iron cage, it's empty and there's nothing in it... My hands and feet are chained, it's that kind of ancient shackles, you know? Made of wood, it was stuck around the neck and could not move with the hands tied in front of it.]
Beiquan: "Well, I know."
[I was chained in a cage like a dog, unable to even stand up...]
Mr. A on the other end of the phone let out a gasp.
[But it's not the scariest, you know?]
He paused:
[If these are just dreams, it's just a somewhat scary nightmare... But, but...]
There was a slight tremor in Mr. A's voice.
[Because, there... in that cell, I am not alone...]
Once he started speaking, Mr. A's expression became smoother.
[Although the prison is very dark, I can still vaguely see that several identical cages are surrounded by a circle, and in each cage is a person wearing a shackle like me.]
"How many cages?"
Beiquan asked, "How many cages are there?"
[I counted, and there are five in total.]
Mr. A answered with certainty:
[There are five in total, absolutely right.]
Beiquan smiled and nodded lightly, "Then what? Can you see the other people in the cage?"
[No, no!]
A Jun replied:
[It's so dark in the prison that I can't see them, but I can tell the difference between men and women by their body shapes and voices.]
Beiquan: "Oh? So, you can not only see images, but also hear sounds in your dreams?"
[Yes, I can hear sounds... In fact, there are more than just sounds. In addition to vision, hearing, smell, and touch are very clear. Everything in the dream is too real, and it is terrifyingly real! It's not like a dream at all!]
A Jun choked on the other end of the phone:
[I, I can clearly hear their screams!]
"Oh?"
Beiquan was a little surprised:
"Why are they screaming?"
[Because they are being tortured!]
Mr. A suddenly raised the volume:
[They were tortured by [that thing] one by one, and then, they died!]
"and many more."
Beiquan softly interrupted Mr. A's statement that he was starting to get confused.
"Let's start with your first dream."
He paused:
"What did you dream about then?"