Ayun hung up the phone.
Beiquan ended today's show, but instead of letting Wei Fuyuan go back to sleep as usual, he left the studio in a hurry and passed Wei Fuyuan, only to explain:
"Follow."
Wei Fuyuan: "??"
He was confused, but did so anyway.
Beiquan walked downstairs quickly and went straight to the study.
The door of the study was closed, Wei Fuyuan saw Beiquan walking to the door, raised his hand, and knocked twice.
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
About five seconds later, the door opened from the inside, and it was Zhu Ling who opened the door.
The girl was neatly dressed and her face was cold and solemn. Even in the early hours of the morning, there was still no trace of tiredness on her face. It looked as if she had been sitting in the room all the time, never falling asleep, or even changing her pajamas.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
He never imagined that Zhu Ling actually slept in the study at night.
But Wei Fuyuan clearly remembered that Beiquan's study only had a desk and a bookcase, and there was no place to sleep at all!
- No way, could it be that Zhu Mausoleum was paved on the ground
He couldn't help but peer into the room.
The floor was clean, no sheets, no bedding.
Wei Fuyuan was even more puzzled.
He remembered that it took Beiquan five or six seconds from knocking on the door to Zhuling to open the door. How could she clean up in such a short time
"What's up?"
Zhu Ling leaned against the door and asked Beiquan in a low voice.
"Notice..."
Beiquan lowered his voice and said a word vaguely, even though Young Master Wei tried his best to prick up his ears, he couldn't hear it clearly.
"This time it's a group of college students who I suspect are trapped in space debris - I don't know how they are now, but there's absolutely no way it can be dragged on any longer. The investigation is now underway."
Beiquan explained the situation to Zhu Ling clearly and clearly:
"Go and check if there is any news about the whereabouts of the students during this period, and immediately hand over the investigation to me."
After Zhu Ling heard this, he nodded without saying a word, turned around and left the study, walking upstairs lightly.
Beiquan turned around and said to Wei Fuyuan, "Come in."
The attitude has never been more serious.
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
Confused, he entered the study and sat down in his own assistant's chair.
He looked down at his watch, it was half past one in the morning.
Strictly speaking, today is Friday, and he should go back to school in a few hours. However, looking at Beiquan's appearance, it is obvious that he has no intention of letting him go back to sleep at all.
Just when Wei Fuyuan wanted to inquire about Beiquan's plan, Zhu Ling came back.
She had a stack of newspapers and faxes in her hand, and a cordless landline extension.
"Listen to the phone."
Zhu Ling handed the extension to Beiquan.
Beiquan took the phone, put it to his ear, passed all the greetings, and quickly exchanged a few words with the person on the other end of the phone.
"Okay, I know."
Beiquan finally said:
"Sorry, this time is urgent."
I don't know what to say on the other end of the phone, Beiquan nodded, "Okay, goodbye."
He hung up the phone and turned to Zhu Ling, still not smiling at all:
"What did you find?"
Zhu Ling put all the documents in his hand on the desk.
"You guessed right. Yesterday, the police did receive a report. Several teachers and students from Fengxing University lost contact after going out."
She didn't even look at it, she just took one out of the stack of papers and handed it to Beiquan.
It was a missing record.
At the end of last month, that is, on May 30, a group of students from the third grade of the Photography Department of Fengxing University, led by a counselor, went out to collect scenery by car. The destination was a newly developed ethnic style holiday resort in the mountainous area of southern Henan.
They were originally scheduled to arrive at the resort on the evening of the 31st. That night, some students contacted their parents, saying that they took a wrong turn on the road during the day and could only spend the night in the mountains at night. Fortunately, they found an abandoned village, so they didn’t have to sleep in the wilderness. so on and so forth.
Although the parents were a little worried, they thought that the child was already an adult, there was a teacher leading the team, and the number of people in the team was not large. , After staying in the house well, you will no longer be entangled in this matter.
However, I didn't expect that from the next day, that is, from June 1, no one could contact anyone in the Fengfeng team. The parents contacted the resort where they originally planned to stay, and the other party's answer was that the guests who made the reservation have not been there yet.
The distraught parents quickly organized and called the police early in the morning on June 2.
"I see."
After reading the disappearance record, Beiquan continued to ask:
"So, has anyone gone to them?"
"Have."
Zhu Ling replied:
"The local police immediately organized forest rangers and firefighting units to conduct search and rescue."
After all, it was a group of college students who were missing, and all parties must have attached great importance to it. Two hours after receiving the alarm, a search was quickly launched.
Because the students had contacted relatives and friends when they disappeared, and some people posted pictures of the deserted village where everyone stayed overnight in the circle of friends with poor mobile phone signals, the local police quickly locked the last contact with the outside world. The location is "Xuanmen Village", and we quickly arrived at the accident site.
The search and rescue team found two cars rented by the students outside the village, and also found their luggage, mobile phones and photographic equipment that they almost never left in the village. According to the search and rescue personnel, this is almost equivalent to the students being empty-handed. Leaving the deserted village on foot.
"There is no sign of fighting or violent destruction in the village."
Zhu Ling said:
"So the police speculated that they walked into the forest by themselves and got lost inside."
She paused, then added:
"But the strange thing is that it rained that night and the mountain road was very muddy, but the search and rescue team could not find the footprints of the students near the village, so it was impossible to tell which direction they went."
"From yesterday to now, the search and rescue team has been searching for more than 24 hours, and almost turned the land near Xuanmen Village upside down, but so far they haven't found any clues about these children."
Beiquan listened carefully to what the girl said, and quickly flipped through the information at hand while listening.
He was looking at the list of teachers and students who were missing this time.
As "A Yun" said on the hotline just now, the missing photography team consisted of eight people, one teacher and seven students.
The male teacher who led the team was named Song Qi. He was young, only thirty-two years old, but he got married very early. His son is five years old this year.
The other seven students, four boys and three girls, are all third-year students of the Photography Department of Fengxing University. They have a good relationship. The two of them are a couple. This time they went to the resort together and volunteered to form a team.
Beiquan touched his chin:
"I asked just now, 'over there' sent someone to look at it today and found nothing 'thing'..."
He said something that Wei Fuyuan found a little incomprehensible, then frowned and thought for a moment:
"Understood."
Beiquan said:
"We will set off at dawn tomorrow and visit Xuanmen Village."
With that said, he handed Wei Fuyuan the information he just read:
"Keep this in your head, word for word, okay?"
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
Listening to Beiquan's meaning, the word "we" in his mouth obviously included his assistant, that is, Wei Fuyuan himself.
But today is Friday, and Wei Fuyuan clearly has to go back to school.
He couldn't help but feel anxious:
"Then what about my class?"
Those students have been missing for three days, and even professional local search and rescue personnel have not been able to find clues. Even if they want to help find people, they still don’t know how to start. The mountainous area of southern Henan is not too close to Fengxing City. It comes and goes, and there is no telling when it will come back.
"Our university will not only fail the class for no reason, but also have to remember it!"
Beiquan turned to look at Wei Fuyuan, his eyes scrutinized back and forth on the other side several times.
"Yeah, I almost forgot that you were still a student."
Saying that, he opened the drawer, rummaged through the messy piles of papers, took out a stack of crumpled-blank diagnostic certificates from the corners, tore off one, and picked up the pen again, moving it like the wind, flying like a phoenix. The land was filled and photographed in front of Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan looked down and saw that it was written in handwriting that was quite the essence of the prescription:
Diagnosis: acute mumps.
Suggestion: take a full week off.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
- Dare you not only have fake certificates, but also fake sick leave slips!
Although the diagnosis certificate is stamped with a red stamp from a large tertiary hospital in this city, it is true that it can be taken back to the school to apply for leave, but...
Wei Fuyuan is still struggling:
"Well, I'm fine during the day... I suddenly have mumps, isn't it a bit too fake?"
Beiquan turned his head to the side and thought that his assistant was right.
So he decided to do a full play.
"Well, wait a minute... I'm looking for..."
He stood up, walked to the corner of the room, squatted down, and opened a hidden drawer under the bookcase.
"I remember it was supposed to be here—there it is!"
Saying that, Beiquan straightened up, holding a small spray bottle in his hand.
Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"
For some reason, a very bad premonition rose in his heart.
At this time, Beiquan had walked up to him, opened the bottle cap, aimed it under his right ear, and sprayed it quickly and accurately.
"Fuck!!"
The next second, Wei Fuyuan bounced up as if he had stepped on the switch.
He only felt that the skin sprayed by the unknown liquid was like countless tiny needles growing in an instant, stabbing, itching, and burning.
Wei Fuyuan raised his hand and touched it, and suddenly became even more desperate.
Because his cheeks swelled up quickly, instantly turning into an asymmetrical big face plate!
"Well, yes, it's very similar."
Beiquan nodded with satisfaction:
"You take a selfie and send it to your classmates along with the diagnosis certificate, and ask them to ask for leave for you, so that no one will doubt you."
He rolled his eyes and added with a smile:
"Don't worry, go wash your face later, and you'll be back to normal in a few hours."
The author has something to say: Fengmen Village is actually an ordinary abandoned village located on the outskirts of Jiaozuo, Henan. I don’t know when rumors of ghosts began to spread, what feng shui is evil, strange funeral customs, etc. The more specific haunted incidents are pillows While seeing the grimace, the teacher's chair shakes by himself, etc.~
Don't be afraid, don't worry, Baidu, it's not scary!