Although the Xuanmen Village case has been resolved, the finishing touches left by the incident are far from over.
The fragmented space created by the little boy is still there, and it has become very fragile and unstable because of the loss of the source of power. For ordinary people, it is precisely the most dangerous existence.
In addition, the sudden death of a teacher and four students from a key university this time will definitely cause a sensation in the public opinion.
And this time, three living people were rescued.
Pan Xiaoyun, Liu Lingling, and Huang Lan were witnesses to all the strange things. It was very difficult to get the three children to cooperate with their performances, not to say nonsense.
Fortunately, none of these issues need Beiquan to worry about.
He asked Tian Jiaxing to eat some compressed biscuits with added seasoning for the three students. After they were all put down, he used Wei Fuyuan's mobile phone to make a call.
About an hour later, a search and rescue team arrived in a hurry and took in three unconscious students.
The search and rescue team was led by an uncle with a beard.
This man is about forty-five years old, with squinting eyebrows, simple and honest appearance, but there is a half-finger-length scar on the right brow bone, which adds a third of fierceness to his appearance.
The uncle and Beiquan exchanged two words like a secret code.
Bearded Uncle: "Special Seven Field Service."
Beiquan: "The Secret Realm of Zhuling."
Then they both showed tacit smiles to each other just as the spy connection was successful.
The two shook hands.
"Thanks for your hard work."
The bearded uncle patted Beiquan on the shoulder, "Leave the next thing to us."
Beiquan was not polite at all, and left the mess aside, took Wei Fuyuan and Tian to the car with a salary increase, and left Xuanmen Village.
On the way, Wei Fuyuan, who was in charge of driving, couldn't help but ask his boss, can the bodies of the teachers and students who died in the debris space be recovered, and what will be done after they are recovered
Beiquan thought for a while, and replied that as long as he was careful when destroying the debris space, it should not be a problem to bring out the corpse completely.
Just to think of a reasonable and acceptable reason for the deaths of these people, this is worth the trouble of the "Special Seven" team members who are responsible for cleaning up the mess.
"Fortunately, this kind of trouble is never my turn."
Beiquan leaned on the passenger seat, dragged his tone, and said lazily:
"However, the special seven people are professional in this regard, so it's not wrong to leave it to them."
Wei Fuyuan wanted to ask what the full name of "Special Seven" was and what it was for.
But then he thought about it, the so-called "curiosity kills the cat", it's safer to know less about what you shouldn't know, so he suppressed his curiosity and turned to another question.
"Then what are the three of them going to do with Pan Xiaoyun?"
he asks:
"Will you be troubled if they tell them about their experiences in the past few days?"
Beiquan smiled.
After staying up all night and spending a lot of time and energy to come up with a nested double spell, he was a little drowsy when he bumped on the mountain road.
"Don't worry, they'll soon forget..."
Beiquan answered vaguely, while leaning his head against the window and closing his eyes.
Wei Fuyuan heard that the tone of Beiquan's words was not right, so he slowed down and quickly turned his head to look at his boss.
He found that Beiquan's already pale skin had lost even a trace of blood, and the pale lips had turned a little cyan, and the whole person looked like a translucent glass man, as if one accidentally broke Lose.
Wei Fuyuan's heart shrank suddenly, and for some reason he felt an indescribable feeling of distress.
He suddenly thought that Beiquan used his own blood every time to draw a talisman!
Beiquan's appearance doesn't look like he has a strong hematopoietic function. In addition, he has to have blood every three days and every two ends. If he is not anemic, he will be a ghost!
The more Wei Fuyuan thought about it, the more worried he became, and he forgot the problem he was still struggling with just now.
"Okay, okay, I know."
He said in a wicked voice:
"It's still a while before we go down the mountain, you should sleep for a while."
Hearing this, Beiquan opened his eyes and looked at him from the corner of his eye:
"Are you sure you're not going the wrong way?"
Wei Fuyuan was so angry that he wanted to beat people up, but his heart was really kind-hearted as a donkey's liver and lungs.
"I have a good sense of direction, I can't go wrong if I walk the road once!"
As he said that, he turned the steering wheel to the right and made the car turn towards the winding mountain road on the right:
"Anyway, you can rest assured and sleep."
Hearing what Wei Fuyuan said, Beiquan didn't insist. He only told "Drive slowly, don't worry, you still have five days of vacation." He slept peacefully.
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Sure enough, just as Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan had guessed, the disappearance of teachers and students in Xuanmen Village was fermented in various media.
On the early morning of Sunday, June 6, the rescue team announced that the missing teachers and students had been found. Five people had been killed. Fortunately, the surviving three were not injured and were sent to the nearest doctor.
As for the cause of death of the missing person, the official explanation is that the teachers and students drove the wrong way in the mountains. On the way back, the car ran out of gas halfway, and happened to stop in a place where the mobile phone had no signal, so they ventured out of the car and wanted to seek it on foot. helpful.
Unexpectedly, they walked deeper and deeper in the forest, and finally lost their way and unfortunately fell off the cliff, which led to the tragedy of five deaths.
The news did not mention Xuanmen Village at all, and blamed the accident entirely on the accident caused by unfamiliarity with the road conditions in the mountains and forests.
As soon as the news came out, comments on the Internet were varied.
There are those who say that the leading teachers are negligent, that their self-rescue ability is not good, that they lack the ability to survive in the wild, that the road signs are unclear, that the scenic spots are poorly managed, and even that China Telecom and China Unicom are unreliable.
However, in the deliberate cover-up of "Special Seven" and the collective silence of the rescued parties, not many people seriously thought about "haunting".
After a whole day of hot searches, this announcement is like countless current affairs hotspots, submerged in other fresher and more exciting news.
It's just that when Wei Fuyuan thinks of the truth of this case, he panics in his heart.
-Rosen, who murdered by the hands of a ghost because of his own desires, will never get a fair trial. Teacher Song, who cheated on marriage and cheated and pushed his lover into the well, can also die, and escaped the condemnation of justice and justice. .
After dinner that day, when Beiquan learned about Wei Fuyuan's tangled point, he decided to comfort the silly boy for the first time.
"Come."
Beiquan sat on the sofa with Ge You paralyzed, beckoned to Wei Fuyuan, and blinked slyly:
"Show you something good."
The tone of his speech was too similar to that of a weirdo who abducted a child to see a goldfish, and the three words "good stuff" had some kind of weird ambiguity, which made Wei Fuyuan think uncontrollably.
"Look at what?"
Young Master Wei's ears turned red, he slowly moved over, and sat beside Beiquan.
Beiquan spread his hands towards him: "Come on, give me the phone."
Wei Fuyuan took out his phone, unlocked the screen, and handed it over.
Beiquan immersed himself in the phone and fiddled with it for a while. Wei Fuyuan took a closer look and found that there was a strange app on the screen that he had never seen before.
"I really don't let people see it."
Beiquan clicks on the APP, enters the search bar, enters the word "Song Qi", and presses the search button.
A row of lists popped up with a "swoosh" on the screen, and Beiquan tapped twice again at the upper right corner of the screen.
Wei Fuyuan saw that he pressed the option of "arrange in reverse order of death time".
Master Wei: "???"
Beiquan: "I found it, look."
He returned the phone to Wei Fuyuan.
On the screen, a video is playing, and the playback interface is very similar to the live broadcast on a certain fish.
In the picture, a man is naked, with a large number of thorns tied to his back. He is being driven like a sheep by a group of goblins with green faces and fangs, stepping on the ground with knives and walking forward step by step.
Wei Fuyuan recognized this man.
It was Teacher Song Qisong whom he had only met in Dong Chaoyang's memory not long ago.
It's just that compared to the well-dressed Teacher Song before, there is almost no good skin on the exposed upper body of the man in the picture, all of which are bloodstained by thorns and whips.
And his two feet had long since lost his shoes and socks, and the blades of the mountains and plains reflected the cold light in the light of the torches. Every time Song Qi took a step, there would be red bloodstains dripping on the blade.
Wei Fuyuan swallowed and subconsciously held the phone screen farther away:
"This... what is this?"
"Yin Cao live broadcast room."
Beiquan smiled and replied:
"The new business opened by the underworld can track the current situation of a certain undead in real time, which can save a lot of troubles such as going around and asking rice fortune-telling."
He smiled at Wei Fuyuan:
"I showed this thing to the young master before. But I don't know who the people in Xuanmen Village are, so I can only search according to the region and the approximate time of death."
Beiquan spreads his hands:
"Fortunately, they murdered and sold goods, and they committed serious crimes. The sentences are calculated by hundreds of millions of years. It is quite easy to find."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
- This thing turned out to be true!
- It's not that Beiquan just came out and fooled the little boy who didn't understand modern technology because he died early!
He thought about it:
"Then... what about Rosen?"
"No."
Beiquan spreads his hands:
"His soul was also kept in the fascination fan with the ghost. It's uncertain whether he can get it out whole."
Wei Fuyuan said "Oh".
"Then... I mean, what happened to my phone when I was in the debris space?"
After he got in the car, he deliberately touched and touched in his clothes pocket, but he could never find the unfamiliar mobile phone again.
"Oh, that phone was temporarily 'drawn' by me."
Beiquan spreads his hands:
"Of course the performance can't be compared with the real mobile phone. It's the limit to just brush a live broadcast room."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He looked down at the phone again, and on the screen, Song Qi was still climbing the endless mountain of knives.
"This app, can I stay?"
"What's the use of keeping it?"
Beiquan seemed to find his assistant's request a bit funny:
"You don't have an account anyway!"