"Isn't this looking for death!"
Wei Fuyuan only felt that the complaints in his heart were about to overflow.
He never had the slightest sympathy for Liu's self-inflicted best friend.
For Young Master Wei, who has never lacked anything in material since he was a child, even if a diamond-encrusted Rolex fell into a manhole, it was not worth lifting the lid, let alone losing a small life because of it.
"yes?"
Beiquan put one hand on the table and smiled at Wei Fuyuan, "Then look at this again."
He pushed a piece of paper with his other hand.
Wei Fuyuan took a look and found that it was an enlarged print of a screenshot of a surveillance probe.
The original pixels of the camera are not very good. In addition, the sky is dark and the light is insufficient. After enlarging it to A4 size, the whole screen is full of mosaics, which has the effect of 3D naked-eye stereoscopic images that were once popular.
However, although the picture is very blurry, Wei Fuyuan can still see that it is a picture of a man bending over and lifting the manhole cover—it should be the surveillance screenshot of Liu moving the manhole cover.
Beiquan asked, "Did you see anything wrong?"
After Beiquan mentioned this, Wei Fuyuan quickly discovered the problem.
Although the man in the photo is not short, he is very thin, with a typical bamboo pole stature. Wei Fuyuan visually estimated that the other party weighed about 120 pounds, but the cement wheel cake he carried was at least 200 pounds! And judging from the posture of the screenshot, the man didn't move very hard.
"This… "
Wei Fuyuan was speechless for a while.
Unless the manhole cover that Liu lifted was a hollow bean curd slag, or the man was afraid of being a national-level weightlifter.
"It's weird, right?"
Beiquan asked with a smile.
Wei Fuyuan reluctantly said "um".
Beiquan wrote the second line on the paper:
"On February 9, Liu, male, 34 years old, cause of death: fell into a manhole."
"Okay, next is the third one."
Beiquan took out a third newspaper.
Wei Fuyuan had entered the reference room next to the study on the first floor, and knew that a large number of local newspapers were kept in it, all of which were bound according to the date and placed in piles on the shelf.
It's just that he has only now realized that collecting and sorting newspapers is not only a hobby of the "Santuchuan" company, but it can really come in handy.
The date of the newspaper was March 4, and like the previous two times, the page circled by the red pen recorded a bizarre accident.
In fact, Wei Fuyuan has also heard of this accident.
Because the method of death of the deceased is similar to that of a certain male star a few days ago, it has been hyped by major marketing accounts. Master Wei also ate two mouthfuls of melon in his spare time, and he knows it without reading the newspaper. Probably.
The person who died in the accident was named Meng Mouchang, 32 years old, a small occupation working in the product sales department of a beverage company.
On that day, he went out for business, had a few drinks while socializing, and drove home drunk in the dead of night.
As a result, Meng often broke the Mitsubishi and broke down in a remote alley. He got out of the car to check, but the car that he forgot to turn off suddenly reversed, flipped him over the railing, and was caught by the iron fence of the courtyard wall somewhere. The tip pierced his chest straight from behind, and when a passerby found it, it was already cold.
"On March 4th, Meng Mouchang, male, 32 years old, cause of death: iron rod pierced through the chest."
Beiquan wrote the third line on the paper.
Wei Fuyuan's face turned pale at this time.
But he still pretended to be calm, "There won't be a fourth, right?"
"Congratulations, you guessed it right."
Beiquan handed him the fourth newspaper, "It's really there."
The fourth accident was also something Wei Fuyuan had heard of.
But unlike the previous three, the accident happened in a neighboring city that took about an hour by motor car.
According to the report, the woman whose surname was Lin was a 26-year-old company female OL.
On the 30th of last month, Ms. Lin's company organized a short vacation. She and her colleagues visited a scenic spot in a neighboring city. When the park was about to close, her colleagues were surprised that she was missing.
After receiving the news of missing tourists, the park organized dozens of staff to search, but they were busy until midnight and could not find Ms. Lin.
No one expected that Ms. Lin, who had been missing for a long time, sneaked up to the glass trestle that had been closed in the early hours of the morning.
And the trestle, which was claimed to be able to carry the weight of a fully loaded 5-ton truck, broke and collapsed while a petite woman was running. Ms. Lin fell down the canyon with countless broken glass.
Under the huge impulse of falling to the ground, Ms. Lin was cut into pieces by the broken glass below, her neck was cut off, and her head was in a different place. The police searched for a long time before they found her head in the grass more than ten meters away from the body.
This kind of bloody death is really beyond the psychological endurance of Young Master Wei. He felt sour water in his throat just to supplement his brain, and he couldn't help turning his head and covering his mouth and retching.
"This is the fourth."
Beiquan didn't seem to notice Wei Fuyuan's expression, so he lowered his head and wrote the last line:
"On March 30, Lin, female, 26 years old, cause of death: fall from high altitude."
Then he pushed the paper on which he wrote to Wei Fuyuan, his phoenix eyes bent, and he asked with a smile:
"what do you think?"
Wei Fuyuan was stunned by this endless question.
"It's... really weird..."
He shyly laughed twice:
"Haha, it feels like a live-action version of "Death is Coming"."
Beiquan: "Then do you think the story Mr. A told last night is true?"
Wei Fuyuan shook his head.
"Although these four accidents are somewhat consistent with the dreams that Mr. A said, but boss..."
He turned to look at Beiquan, his eyes serious.
"The time when Mr. A called the hotline was fifteen hours ago, but these accidents, even the most recent one—"
Wei Fuyuan tapped twice with his finger on the last line of words.
"Ms. Lin's accident has already happened on the 30th of last month! That person—I mean Mr. A, he can completely push back according to these accidents and make up a story about 'precognitive dreams'! "
As a staunch materialist, Young Master Wei firmly believes that most of the strange things in this world are nothing more than "Approaching Science".
"Well, you're right."
Beiquan did not refute Wei Fuyuan's idea.
"In that case..."
He smiled, stood up, and put his hand on Young Master Wei's shoulder.
"Let's investigate and investigate to see if what Mr. A said is true or false!"
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Half an hour later, Wei Fuyuan waited in the living room for Beiquan who had changed his clothes and was about to go out.
Beiquan wore a dark gray turtleneck bottoming shirt, a knee-length black trench coat, black slim pants and black short boots, which made the exposed cheeks and hands white. Bullying Frost and Sai Xue, the contrast is so strong that you can't take your eyes off it.
Wei Fuyuan stared blankly at Beiquan, unable to speak for a while.
It stands to reason that when ordinary people dress like this, there are usually only two results: failure to pretend or like a pervert.
However, Beiquan has an excellent body proportion, wide shoulders and thin waist, and long face and calf. He is a typical clothes hanger. In addition, his skin tone is whiter than that of an oriental person and his tone is cooler than that of a westerner. This dress is not only not obtrusive, but also has a star temperament that is generally high-definition in the show.
Young Master Wei secretly swallowed his saliva.
He is very handsome himself, and he has seen many beautiful beauties, but it is the first time he has met someone like Beiquan who can wear a black trench coat so beautifully with eyes and eyes.
"Come on, send an email to this mailbox, and write the content as above."
Beiquan did not rush to go out, but handed Wei Fuyuan a note.
Wei Fuyuan took a look at it, and there was an email address written on it, along with three words: "宽南咜".
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
Beiquan shrugged: "You know, I don't have a smartphone."
Indeed, as early as when Wei Fuyuan successfully applied for the job, he asked his boss for WeChat.
At that time, Beiquan took out a Nokia brick that was said to be used for survival in the wild, and told the new employees that they were using this thing, so they could only make calls and send text messages.
"My suffocation is too strong, and high-tech products are generally unbearable."
Beiquan explained seriously.
Wei Fuyuan initially thought that Beiquan was just teasing him, but after a week of observation, he found that the other party was indeed like an 80-year-old man who didn't touch his smartphone at all.
Since Beiquan didn't have a smartphone and he needed to use an email address, Wei Fuyuan, a migrant worker, could only do something to help him, and used his email address to send that unintelligible email to his boss.
Unexpectedly, the reply arrived within a minute of the spam-like letter being sent.
Wei Fuyuan opened it and was shocked.
There was no content in the reply, but there were four pages of pictures attached - it was the death certificate stub of the deceased of the four strange accidents.
When Young Master Wei looked at Beiquan again, it was completely different.
The household registration stubs of this kind of death certificate are managed by the Public Security Bureau. If you can easily get them by sending an email, at least it can show that there is someone "over the top" of Beiquan.
"It stands to reason that the most recent accident should be investigated first."
Beiquan didn't take Master Wei's mobile phone, he just asked him to open the attachment, then put his head next to the other person's shoulder and glanced quickly.
"However, the place of Ms. Lin's death was the scenic spot in the city next door, and now it may not be time to enter the park in the past."
Saying that, he patted Wei Fuyuan's arm.
"Then, let's start the investigation with the third dead person."
Wei Fuyuan had to click on the third death certificate and study it carefully.
The full name of the deceased, codenamed "Meng Mouchang" in the newspapers, was "Meng Lichang". He was married and was 32 years old at the time of his death. His registered address was Room 303, No. 23, Xiling Hutong, Xizhimen Street, Fengxing City.
Young Master Wei was not familiar with the old city, so he quickly turned on the navigation and positioning, and found that Xiling Hutong was not far from the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, and it only took about 20 minutes to drive.
"Okay, let's go now."
Beiquan smiled with satisfaction, picked up a black suitcase, and hung a black-faced long-handled umbrella around his elbow, and Shi Shiran went out.