"It was hard work tonight."
Beiquan came out of the studio, reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder, "You can go back to rest."
"This should be okay?"
Wei Fuyuan was a little stunned:
"Our show, I mean, this "Thriller Night Talk", just let someone call in and listen to him make up a story and it's over?"
He thought it would be too easy to do this show
It seems that there is no need to go to source materials at all, and there is no need for his assistant at all!
Beiquan was one hundred and eighty-two centimeters tall, but he was still five centimeters shorter than the taller Wei Fuyuan.
He swept across Wei Fuyuan's face with his chestnut pupils, his expression serious and serious.
Wei Fuyuan felt a little guilty inexplicably.
- No, I didn't say anything wrong, did I
Beiquan: "Do you think that person just made up a story?"
Wei Fuyuan almost asked back, "Or else?" Fortunately, his lack of emotional intelligence still allowed him to hold his due respect to the boss. Before he said the wrong thing, he stopped the car in time and changed it to He felt very tactful:
"I think sorting it out is a qualified urban legend."
Beiquan smiled noncommittally.
"Fine."
He brushed past Wei Fuyuan, and took care of the other's collar.
"Have a good night's sleep tonight, and we will go out tomorrow."
Young Master Wei looked at Beiquan's back, and said "um" blankly, feeling even more confused.
It was nearly one o'clock in the morning when Wei Fuyuan finished grooming.
Before returning to the storage room, he went downstairs with a cup, intending to go to the kitchen on the first floor to get some water.
Young Master Wei was too lazy to turn on the light, so he went downstairs in the dark by the dim light of a small night light by the corridor.
When he was about to reach the stairs, he suddenly heard someone talking.
He hurriedly took a step back, shrank his tall figure, and hid behind the handrail of the stairs.
"...I think you are really stupid!"
A young female voice said so.
Wei Fuyuan carefully stuck out half of his head from the stairs and looked at the source of the sound.
Sure enough, there were two figures, one tall and one short, standing at the door of the kitchen. They were Zhu Ling and Beiquan.
It's really ambiguous enough to be alone in the middle of the night.
Young Master Wei felt a little pantothenic acid in his heart.
And he clearly remembered that there was no spare room for Zhu Ling to live here, but a girl has not left by this point, is she going to sleep in Beiquan's room tonight
"well enough?"
Beiquan replied with a smile:
"I think Xiaowei is pretty good."
Wei Fuyuan immediately pricked up his ears when he realized that they were talking about him.
"That's weird!"
Zhu Ling turned back without thinking.
"What can he do as a layman? When he encounters Yan, he is afraid that he will be paralyzed on the spot, right?"
Wei Fuyuan was so enraged that he almost couldn't help rushing up and grabbing Zhu Ling's collar and shouting, "No matter who "Hui" is, am I paralyzed with fright when I see a woman? !
"Isn't it?"
Beiquan smiled, "I think his mental quality is very good, and his skills should be good."
Hearing Beiquan complimenting him, Wei Fuyuan felt a little more comfortable.
"And, you know..."
Beiquan continued to persuade Zhu Ling.
"I picked him because he could find it here."
He abruptly put an emphasis on the word "find".
"It's fate too, isn't it?"
Wei Fuyuan felt a little guilty again.
He didn't come to "Santuchuan" to apply for a job at that time, but he just got lost and got this part-time job by accident.
"But he's a layman! No layman should be involved in this sort of thing!"
Zhu Ling's voice increased slightly:
"As I said, it's time to send him away now!"
"It's only a month, and next month, my new partner should be here."
Beiquan said with a smile:
"Besides, isn't there still you?"
The light was too dim, and there was some distance from the stairs to the kitchen. Wei Fuyuan couldn't see Beiquan's expression, but he seemed to be smiling.
"This time I am confident that it will go well."
He smiled and said:
"However, I have to trouble you to collect information."
Zhu Ling snorted, not knowing whether he was persuaded by Beiquan.
However, she did not continue to entangle with Wei Fuyuan's whereabouts.
"Anyway, when did I not gather intelligence?"
The girl left a rhetorical question, turned around and walked out of the kitchen, into Beiquan's study.
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
The amount of information in the conversation between the two just now was too large, and the young master was almost confused.
- This is obviously just a broadcast company that is not in the mainstream, why do you have to work part-time as a detective
—Is that woman named "Hui" difficult to deal with? Why are they all like enemies
—And he was just the spare tire tool man before Beiquan's new partner came? So, does he have to be fired after a month
When he thought that his first job might not even pass the three-month internship in minutes, the arrogant Young Master Wei couldn't take it anymore.
Because he was too angry and his mind was very confused, he didn't even notice how strange it was that Zhu Ling seemed to plan to spend the night in the study with only one desk.
But at this time, Wei Fuyuan was no longer allowed to think too much.
Beiquan came out of the kitchen, holding a small half bag of bread in his hand, and walked straight to the direction of the stairs.
- Can't let the boss find out that I'm eavesdropping!
Wei Fuyuan hurriedly lowered his body, lightly jumped upstairs, and got into his storage room.
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On Friday, April 23, Wei Fuyuan arrived at the school at ten o'clock, took the last two classes of the day, and then went to the dining hall to have a hasty lunch, and then turned back to the "Santuchuan" Broadcasting Company.
When he walked into the dilapidated red-brick building, the first person he saw was the three-year-old fat baby Tian Raising his salary.
And such a little guy, who was no more than ten centimeters taller than the dining table, actually sat in front of the coffee table and brewed Kung Fu tea in a serious manner with a set of purple sand tea sets.
Wei Fuyuan took a deep breath, feeling a little hallucination.
"Hey, Xiaowei, are you here?"
Tian Jiaxing didn't feel that there was anything wrong with calling a handsome guy who was 1.87 meters tall as "Xiaowei" at his age.
When he spoke, he was holding a kettle, calmly and skillfully making a water bath for the tea set.
"Beiquan and Zhu Ling are both in the study, you can go in directly."
Wei Fuyuan nodded blankly, turned and entered the study.
Beiquan was sitting behind the desk, while Zhu Ling did not sit on another chair, but stood beside Beiquan, bent over and said something.
Master Wei frowned, and the thought of "could they be a couple" flashed in his heart.
Indeed, if it hadn't been with them for a whole week, when they suddenly saw the configuration of this young man and woman in "Three Ways" with a baby doll, anyone would think they were a family of three.
"Hey, Xiaowei, you're here."
When Beiquan heard the door open, he raised his head and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "Come, sit next to me."
He pointed to another chair.
Zhu Ling didn't say anything, just glared at Wei Fuyuan and left the study.
Master Wei was so happy that this unsightly woman was not there.
After Zhu Ling went out, he moved the chair and sat down beside Beiquan with a carefree butt.
"What are you doing?"
Wei Fuyuan saw a lot of newspapers piled up on the table, so he asked:
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Come on, look at these first."
Beiquan smiled, spread out several newspapers one by one, and put them in front of Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan: "?"
He picked up the first newspaper and looked at the title and time of the paper.
This is a locally-issued daily newspaper. Today, as the print media is declining day by day, only two or three major newspapers can support it.
As for the time for the newspaper, it was January 31, about two and a half months ago.
Wei Fuyuan looked down further, and saw a page the size of a tofu block circled with a red pen.
"...Last night, a drunk man broke into a construction site... was hit by a collapsed steel bar and unfortunately died?"
He quickly read the content in the red circle, and then looked at Beiquan blankly.
"Look at this again."
Beiquan immediately handed out another page.
Wei Fuyuan took it and found that it was a printed police report with white characters on a blue background.
The date was also January 31 last year, and it was about the accident that the man was killed by building materials after accidentally breaking into the construction site the night before.
It's just that this police report is more detailed than the news in the newspaper, and Wei Fuyuan quickly read it in one glance and ten lines.
It turned out that it was a middle-aged man named Wu Mouping. After drinking, he slipped into a construction site that had been suspended, and climbed the building materials without authorization. Finally, he accidentally fell and was crushed by dozens of tons of steel bars. , died on the spot.
It's a completely dead story.
"This is the first one."
Beiquan smiled and wrote a line on a piece of white paper:
"On January 30, Wu Mouping, male, 48 years old, cause of death: killed by heavy objects."
Wei Fuyuan noticed that Beiquan was using a beautiful golden pen. His handwriting is very beautiful, with distinct muscles and bones, much better than his own cursive writing like a dog crawling.
"Now for the second one."
With that said, Beiquan handed another newspaper to Wei Fuyuan.
The date this time is February 10, which seems to be the day before New Year's Eve.
But the above is still not good news.
According to the report, the night before, on February 9, a 34-year-old man surnamed Liu in the suburbs went out late at night. When passing an intersection, he accidentally fell into a manhole and was scalded to death by the boiling water in the well.
"Oh."
Wei Fuyuan slapped his forehead.
He hadn't noticed it when he read the first article, but the death method of being scalded by boiling water was so recognizable that it reminded him of the strange story told on the hotline in the early morning.
"Is this the accident that Mr. A mentioned? It turned out to be true!"
It was only after carefully reading the report that Young Master Wei realized that the accident was even more bizarre than he had imagined.
According to the pictures taken by the anti-theft camera installed in the nearby store, when the deceased Liu passed the road section in the middle of the night, something fell from his body and just landed in the manhole.
The lost property seems to be very important to Liu. After trying hard for a long time on the manhole cover to no avail, he actually lifted the manhole cover and lay on the edge of the well, leaning over to reach it.
Then, his center of gravity was unstable, and he fell head-to-toe into a manhole full of boiling water, scalding himself alive.
The author has something to say: Don't hate Zhu Ling, she is just a knife-mouthed tofu-hearted, worried that ordinary people will be implicated~
And she has no personal relationship with Beiquan, she is not even human~