Thursday, July 15th.
It's time for the new episode of "Thriller Night Talk" to air again.
Wei Fuyuan's final exams have all ended, and now he is completely in a state of nothingness.
His mind is not bad, and he is a little quick-witted in studying. After sharpening his gun for more than half a month, his performance in the examination room was better than he imagined.
Wei Fuyuan estimated that this time the top 30 of the grade might be a little off, but the top 50 should be fine.
So Master Wei is in a good mood these days.
During the day, he went to the school, attended a class meeting, and had a good meal with a few buddies in the snack street next to the school. It was not until three o'clock in the afternoon that he smelled of barbecue fumes. Happily returned to "Santu River".
As usual, the only person who greeted him was Tian who was sitting by the window for a raise.
"Xiaowei, you're back."
Tian Jiaxing drank tea slowly and teased the sparrows outside the window with millet.
Hearing the movement from the door, the child didn't even bother to lift his head, he just waved at Wei Fuyuan:
"I made egg yolk crisps today, your portion is in the pot, you have to eat and get it yourself."
Wei Fuyuan had just eaten dozens of skewers, chicken wings, and kidneys. He was not hungry at all, and naturally had no interest in desserts.
He was concerned about something else:
"Where's Beiquan?"
"Oh, Beiquan."
Tian Raise Answers:
"He might be taking a nap."
Wei Fuyuan was taken aback, "It's half past three, why are you still sleeping?"
It was only at this moment that Wei Fuyuan suddenly realized that his boss's routine these days was a bit strange, he seemed to rarely show up, and he hadn't seen Beiquan people for two full days.
"Who knows."
Tian Jiaxing picked up the teacup and took a shallow sip:
"Maybe it's summer, and people will become lazy."
Wei Fuyuan frowned.
He is usually a little deceived, but he is not really stupid, especially the unintentional nonsense of Tian Jiaxing's classmates, which is even more suspicious.
"I'll go to his room to see."
Wei Fuyuan took off his barbecue-flavored coat and wore a slim-fitting black T-shirt with a base layer. Without waiting for Tian to increase his salary, he rushed upstairs.
Although Young Master Wei was aggressive when he went upstairs, he hesitated when he walked to Beiquan's door.
Beiquan's room door was closed.
Wei Fuyuan held his hand in the air for ten seconds before he made up his mind and knocked three times.
Knock, knock, knock.
"Come in."
The voice of Beiquan came from the door.
Wei Fuyuan opened the door.
This is not the first time he has entered Beiquan's room, but the owner of the house is like now, wearing only a set of summer home clothes, covered with a thin air-conditioning blanket, and leaning on the head of the bed lazily. First time indeed.
"cough."
Wei Fuyuan coughed:
"I'm coming to see you..."
His eyes wandered around Beiquan, but he couldn't see anything unusual.
"Are you feeling unwell?"
Beiquan rolled his eyes and replied with a smile:
"I have a little cold these days, so I'll sleep a little longer."
He pointed to the book on the bedside table:
"Besides, how hot is it outside, isn't it bad to read a book in the room with the air-conditioning?"
"You have a cold, why is the air conditioner turned down so low!"
Wei Fuyuan walked into the room quickly, picked up the remote control, and adjusted the temperature to 26 degrees.
"Also, don't stay in the air-conditioned room if you have a cold. To keep the air circulating, you must at least open the windows regularly!"
Like an old mother, he started babbling about all he knew about dealing with a cold:
"Have you taken your medicine? Do you want to drink hot water?"
With that said, Wei Fuyuan was going to get the cup Beiquan put on the bed.
"okay."
Beiquan sat up straight with a smile, and stretched out his hand to hold Wei Fuyuan's paw.
"I'm getting better from my cold, so I'm getting up."
Beiquan's hand was very cold, and when he pressed it on Wei Fuyuan's hand, the temperature of his palm was even lower than that of the back of his hand.
Wei Fuyuan seemed startled by Beiquan's low body temperature, his eyes widened immediately, and he grabbed the opponent's hand with his backhand:
"Look, I said your air conditioner is too cold!"
Wei Fuyuan's high body temperature was transmitted through the skin they were touching, and for some reason, Beiquan's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Beiquan smiled and gently freed Wei Fuyuan's hand:
"Almost there, let's get ready for 'work' at night."
As for what to do tonight, Wei Fuyuan understood.
"I'll have summer vacation soon, and I have time to work with you."
Wei Fuyuan turned around and went out, and said casually as he walked:
"I wish the ghosts I met this week were a little harder to deal with."
Beiquan laughed in a low voice:
"No, it's better to take it easy."
He added in his mind:
- Otherwise, I am afraid that I will not be able to protect you now.
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July 15, 11:57 p.m.
Beiquan took his seat in front of the broadcasting station, adjusted the machine, hung up the yellow talisman bag, put on his earphones, and turned the microphone. At the last minute before midnight, he gestured towards Wei Fuyuan at the console outside.
Wei Fuyuan pressed the master switch.
zero.
"Welcome to Midnight Radio's "Thriller Night Talk", here is the anchor Beiquan."
Beiquan said in his gentle and magnetic voice:
"Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it is."
Probably because he didn't want to waste time, after Beiquan said the opening remarks, he only said a few words very briefly, and announced that he would enter today's hotline session.
"du-du-"
The phone only rang twice before Beiquan picked it up:
"Hello?"
[… Hello?]
A man's slightly hesitant voice came from the speaker.
His tone sounded a little dazed, as if he was talking to himself:
[I… Strange, why would I call you?]
"It doesn't matter, since you called, it's fate."
Beiquan smiled and said:
"If that's the case, why not share your story with us?"
The man seemed more confused.
[share?]
He asked: [What story to share?]
Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting outside, also felt very strange.
Beiquan once told him that the people who can hear this hotline are all people who have some kind of connection with the ghost.
In the past two months, Wei Fuyuan had been listening to the program, although the caller did not know that he had made the call, but they knew exactly what to say. , and often so incoherently so excited that Beiquan had to interrupt their narration.
This is the first person who has opened up the hotline like this, but is so puzzled.
"Since it's midnight, then..."
Beiquan thought for a while and said to the man on the other end of the phone:
"Just tell me about the weird things you've encountered recently, how about that?"
[Is this... weird?]
The man thought about it:
[My experience is actually quite strange.]
He said to Beiquan:
[Host, do you know? I was actually born in Citiland.]
Beiquan: "So, you are an overseas Chinese?"
[Um.]
The man responded, and then continued:
[My parents... I mean, my biological parents are second-generation immigrants, but they died in a car accident when I was six years old.]
Beiquan: "Ah, what a pity."
[It doesn't matter, that was more than 20 years ago.]
The man replied calmly:
[According to local law, I was sent to an orphanage, where I stayed for two years before I went to a foster family.]
Beiquan: "Oh?"
[The weird thing I'm about to say started with my foster family.]
The man paused, as if organizing his words.
[That foster family... It's big, I mean, it's a big family that you can hardly imagine.]
He said:
[The owner of the family is a wealthy Chinese businessman. He has a large manor in the local area that covers an area of more than one hectare. He built a large villa in the manor, and then began to have sex.]
Beiquan: "How many children did he adopt?"
[a lot of.]
The man replied:
[Anyway, by the time I left that home, there were already eleven children.]
[The owner of the house, his wife and son died at an early age, he felt very lonely, so like a great philanthropist, he kept adopting orphans, and let as many children live in his house as possible Family.]
The man let out a smirk:
[He was dubbed by the media as Daddy Long Legs in Texas, and he was very famous among us.]
Beiquan also smiled:
"Sounds like a good guy."
he asked:
"So, this uncle with long legs, how is it for you?"
Wei Fuyuan thought that he would hear a comprehensive version of Bluebeard and a candy house, such as that the big philanthropist is actually a vicious human organ dealer, or a sex sadist or something.
[very good.]
But the man's answer was completely beyond Wei Fuyuan's expectations:
[He is very kind to every child in the manor.]
man said:
[The owner of the house is very kind to us, he never beats or scolds us, he will ask a nanny to take care of us, the food and clothing expenses are also very careful, and there is a special person to send us to the school in the town every day.]
[To be honest, that kind of life, at least, is much better than when I was in the orphanage.]
Having said this, he sighed:
[However, I still tried my best to leave that house... Yes, I escaped.]
man said:
[I met a Chinese couple who happened to have no children while I was going to school in the town, and I asked them to adopt me.]
[They agree.]
[So I became their son, left the manor, and returned to China with my adoptive parents at the age of fourteen.]
Beiquan could tell that although the man on the other end of the phone claimed to be an orphan, his words were very refined and his narration was well organized. He obviously had a good education.
"So, you seem to have escaped?"
Beiquan asked:
"Then why did you have to leave your foster family in the first place?"
When hearing the question, the man's voice wavered for the first time.
[Because, I found out...]
He trembled and answered:
[That house will eat people.]