July 16th, Friday, 10:30am.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan read the information collected by Zhu Ling in the study.
The man who called them last night didn't say who he was, but he explained his age and childhood experiences very concretely. In addition, he had a special status. He was an orphan of Chinese descent who was adopted in Citiland. Twenty years ago, he was brought back to China by his adoptive parents—with these clues, Beiquan and the others used some necessary contacts, and finally locked a registered timeline in the household registration database that exactly matched the caller. object.
"That's the man."
Beiquan took the folder that Zhu Ling handed him, and turned slightly to the side so that Wei Fuyuan could also see clearly.
Inside the folder is a thick stack of personal data printed out on A4 paper. The personnel file alone is more than a dozen pages long. From the detailed family relationship to the schooling experience, to the employment situation, the records are clear.
The owner of the file is named Dai Boqian, male, 34 years old this year.
This slightly uncommon name was changed after he returned to China, taking his adoptive father's surname.
In the entry record, he was called Chen Jason.
This Mr. Dai, also known as Jason at that time, died in a car accident at the age of six, and was sent to an orphanage for two years. At the age of eight, he was sent to the home of wealthy businessman Chen Dafa by the local child welfare agency for foster care, where he lived for a whole year. Four years, until the age of twelve, was adopted by a Chinese couple, and two years later, he returned to China with his adoptive parents.
And all of this, twenty years have passed since now.
In the past 20 years, Dai Boqian has recorded six trips abroad, but none of them went to Citi.
"Well, not bad, he's still a scholar."
Beiquan turned to Dai Boqian's study and work history.
After Dai Boqian returned to China, he was sent to a pretty good international middle school by his adoptive parents, where he finished junior high and high school, and then he was admitted to a key university, where he studied law. A lawyer, now working in a well-reputed law firm in Fengxing City.
After reading the basic situation of Dai Boqian, Beiquan continued to scroll down.
At the back are some excerpts of Dai Boqian's social accounts, with a lot of life photos attached.
The same as the ID photo, Dai Boqian himself is quite clean and handsome. When he smiles, his eyebrows are curved and his eyes are gentle, giving people the feeling of a very comfortable and reliable big brother next door.
It can be seen that he has a very good relationship with his adoptive parents.
Although Dai Boqian bought an apartment near his work place and does not live with his adoptive parents, he can often see the shadow of the second old man on his WeChat Moments, such as having dinner together on weekends and Sundays, and coming back with some gifts during the New Year's holiday A photo together.
Beiquan took a rough look at the interval between these circles of friends, and estimated that they would see each other in about a week or half a month.
In addition, on Dai Boqian's Douyin account, there are some funny videos that the two old people were invited to make together. In terms of intimacy, it is almost as good as his own son.
"It seems that he is quite grateful."
Wei Fuyuan said so.
Then he looked at Beiquan:
"You said, the ghost will be on this person?"
Beiquan shook his head, "I don't have a clue yet."
"I think, if I only listened to what Dai Boqian said on the phone, I would guess that his foster family was suspicious."
"But hasn't he been to that manor for twenty years?"
Wei Fuyuan touched his chin:
"Ghost... It's impossible to have been in his foster place twenty years ago, right?"
Beiquan knew that Wei Fuyuan was right.
The fascinated flag with the ghosts sealed was stolen from the secret realm of Zhuling more than two years ago. As a kind of ghost cultivation, the ghost has a special cause and does not have the ability to reproduce.
Therefore, compared to the possibility that one or two fish that slipped through the net ended up in Citiland on the other side of the ocean more than 20 years ago, Beiquan is more inclined to have a relationship with Dai Boqian. Only later in life.
"… "
Beiquan thought carefully, and tapped his index finger lightly on the table.
Wei Fuyuan did not urge his boss.
His eyes unconsciously turned to Beiquan's fingers constantly tapping on the table.
Beiquan's hands are very beautiful.
His hands are slender, his fingers are slender, his nails are neatly manicured, and his nails are slightly lighter in color. With his skin tone so white that it seems to glow, it looks like a carefully crafted handicraft.
Wei Fuyuan looked at it, and was stunned before he knew it. All his attention was focused on Beiquan's fingers without blinking.
"I think we still have to get in touch with him first."
At this time, Beiquan said:
"What do you think?"
Wei Fuyuan was stunned for a moment, then returned to his senses:
"Who are you talking about?"
Beiquan smiled:
"I mean, we should get in touch with Dai Boqian."
"Well, you're right."
Wei Fuyuan nodded quickly, and at the same time subconsciously touched his slightly hot ears:
"We should really take the initiative!"
&&& &&& &&&
Friday, July 16, 6:30 pm.
Tomorrow is a weekend, and there is no need to get up early, so many office workers will choose to relax tonight.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan stood on a pedestrian bridge, as if they were waiting for someone.
It was Dai Boqian who they were waiting for.
About ten minutes later, five or six young people walked out of an office building, all in their twenties and thirties, wearing suits or skirts in three colors of black, white and gray. Relaxation and coziness after get off work, hooking one's shoulders on one's back, smiling so happy.
They seemed to have an appointment to go somewhere, and a group of people stood on the side of the road, as if they were waiting for the bus.
"The one in the middle in the gray suit is Dai Boqian?"
Wei Fuyuan asked.
Beiquan nodded vaguely, and then turned the bamboo tube in his hand seemingly unintentionally.
Wei Fuyuan had sprayed cow tears beforehand, and then he could naturally see that a white shadow emerged from the bamboo tube and went straight to the direction of Dai Boqian.
That is Guanhu Suying.
Beiquan wants to confirm whether the ghost is on Dai Boqian.
Su Ying ran off the overpass, ran about five steps away from Dai Boqian, and stopped.
Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan: "!!"
The two exchanged surprised glances at each other.
Wei Fuyuan: "...this... am I right?"
He pointed to the group from a distance.
"That person, I mean Dai Boqian, can he see Su Ying?"
Indeed, as Wei Fuyuan said, they saw that Dai Boqian was looking in the direction of Su Ying.
And the little fox seemed to sense that the situation was not good, and froze in place, not daring to move.
This strange, silent confrontation lasted about three seconds.
Su Ying raised a paw and tentatively took a few steps forward.
At the same time, a colleague around Dai Boqian patted him casually and said something to him, so the young man looked away.
Wei Fuyuan was even more uncertain:
"This... No, is it just a coincidence?"
At this time, several cars stopped beside the group of young people.
They got into the car one by one.
Just as Dai Boqian got into the car, he glanced at a certain direction on the sidewalk, seemingly casually.
- That's where Su Ying is now.
…
The black Toyota carrying Dai Boqian blended into the rush hour traffic.
Su Ying also turned back immediately, ran back to Beiquan, and then jumped on the shoulders of the master flexibly.
The little fox rubbed against Beiquan's chin a few times. One person and one fox seemed to exchange some information that only two people could communicate.
"So far, Gui Gui has not had direct contact with Dai Boqian."
Beiquan told Wei Fuyuan the information he got from Guan Hu.
He reached out and scratched the little fox's ear, then put it back into the bamboo tube.
And Young Master Wei was still entangled in the question just now.
"You said, does he have yin and yang eyes?"
Wei Fuyuan asked:
"I always feel like he can see Su Ying's appearance."
Beiquan shook his head.
"I can't be sure of that right now."
He thought for a while, then turned to look at Wei Fuyuan:
"It really needs to be confirmed."
Beiquan smiled slightly:
"Looks like Plan B will be used."
Wei Fuyuan: "???"
—What is Plan B? You never told me before!
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At 10:30 in the evening, on the twelfth floor of a large commercial center in Fengxing City, in one of the boxes of a newly opened KTV.
Dai Boqian was sitting in the corner of the sofa, holding a can of beer in his hand, sipping one after another.
Two colleagues were holding microphones and shouting the climax of "The Princess" in front of the screen.
But for some reason, Dai Boqian's mood was not very high all day today.
A strange premonition told him that maybe something was about to happen.
From a very young age, Dai Boqian discovered that he had a strong sixth sense.
When he was only six years old, the day when his biological parents died in a car accident, he woke up from a nightmare in the morning. He felt very sad and cried with his mother in his arms.
And when he was sent to Chen Dafa's house by the social worker, he was still called Jason from the first sight of the manor, and felt that there was something wrong with the place. He couldn't say what was wrong, but he knew clearly that this was definitely not his home, nor should it be his home...
…
Similar intuitions have appeared many, many times in his life, and the worse things are, the stronger his hunch will be.
Today, that familiar premonition reappeared.
Dai Boqian raised his hand and pressed his temple, feeling the blood vessels there throbbing.
He always felt that someone was watching him.
Dai Boqian couldn't say whether it was just a prophecy. However, he can always perceive that there is an invisible line of sight, which seems to follow him closely.
This feeling was especially strong when he was standing on the side of the road waiting for the car. There were two times when Dai Boqian felt that he had caught the source of that line of sight...
…
"Old Dai, what are you doing? Are you in a bad mood?"
At this time, a female colleague pushed him on the shoulder:
"You didn't sing a single song tonight."
Saying that, the girl handed over a small plate of diced fruit with toothpicks inserted, "Do you want to eat it?"
"No, I'm not too hungry now."
Dai Boqian put down the empty beer can and smiled apologetically at the female colleague:
"I'm going to the bathroom."