Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 81: Windfall-29 You are not Juan

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Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan walked in front, and Hu An followed behind, following each other.

Beiquan remembered the floor plan he had seen, and through this corridor, there should be a side door.

Wei Fuyuan was secretly surprised.

Because he knew that Beiquan had come all the way to Citigroup for the sake of a ghost who didn't know where he was. He didn't believe that Beiquan would give up his previous efforts for Huan alone, and he would actually call the police.

However, Wei Fuyuan knew that Beiquan had always had his own plans, and when they looked at each other just now, he also received a hint from Beiquan's eyes.

So Wei Fuyuan just pretended that he didn't know anything, and silently raised his vigilance.

The direction the three were walking right now happened to lead to the old servant's room, so halfway through, they found the corpses of Daniel and the bandit leader lying by the door of the servant's room.

"what!"

Seeing the bloody death of Daniel and the gangster leader Qiqiao, Juan covered his mouth and shouted in horror in a crying voice:

"Aki did it! I know, Aki did it!"

Beiquan looked back at the panicked Hu An, said nothing, and walked straight to the two corpses, as if he wanted to check the death status of the two.

"there."

Wei Fuyuan also walked over to her and pointed to the room.

There was a woman's body lying down there. Her whole body was stained red with blood. Although she couldn't see her face, she could tell from her clothes and light blonde hair that it was the young servant named Mary.

Beiquan stood up, walked into the room, and lowered his head to examine Mary's body.

"Here, it's a knife wound."

He soon found a fatal wound on the side of Mary's neck. The sharp eastern knife cut through the girl's carotid artery with a single knife, and it looked like Yamamoto Akihiko's handwriting.

When Beiquan said this, he used Chinese, which only Wei Fuyuan could understand.

So Wei Fuyuan also bent down and followed Beiquan's instructions to look at the wound on Mary's neck.

Behind the two of them, Juan quietly approached.

The cowardly and terrified expression of this thin but beautiful young man had completely disappeared.

At this moment, Hu An's face was indifferent, as if it was a puppet of clay sculpture and wood carving, and he could not see the slightest emotional fluctuation.

He leaned down, stretched out his hand toward Beiquan, and pinched his neck.

And just at this second, Wei Fuyuan seemed to have eyes behind his back. He turned his head, put one hand on the ground, stretched his long legs, and mercilessly kicked him.

The kick hit Juan in the abdomen.

Although Juan is tall, his body is very thin, so thin that it can only be described as "a handful of bones".

With Wei Fuyuan's strength, with a body like Juan's, it's not surprising to fly two meters directly after being hit by him.

But in fact, Wei Fuyuan felt as if he was kicked on an iron plate, and Hu An, who was kicked hard by him, only shook his body slightly, and suddenly his eyes widened, as if he had committed epilepsy, and his body was violent. twitched.

"Hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

Hu An's body muscles were trembling, his eyes were turned up, the corners of his lips were drooling, and his throat was screaming.

But it was so, he still stretched out his hands and rushed towards Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, his expression and posture were very similar to the zombies that had just turned into corpses in a cheap horror movie.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He took a step forward and stood in front of Beiquan. At the same time, he was short. He raised his hand to support Juan's arm, and rubbed his body and fell over his shoulder.

Juan fell out like a broken sack and hit the ground hard on his back.

Beiquan took the opportunity to take out a yellow talisman from his arms and slapped it on Hu An's forehead with a "slap".

Juan suddenly became quiet, like a broken puppet, fell to the ground in an extremely twisted posture, and didn't move any more.

Wei Fuyuan came over and looked at Hu An who was lying on the ground: "What happened to him?"

Beiquan turned back and smiled at his assistant, and replied:

"You 'look' carefully."

He specially put emphasis on the word "look at it".

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

Although he didn't know what medicine was sold in Beiquan's gourd, Wei Fuyuan still followed Beiquan's instructions.

Just last night, Beiquan taught him a special way of "seeing". Although Wei Fuyuan was not very proficient in it, he could barely use it.

"Fuck!!"

Wei Fuyuan's face changed, and at the same time he exclaimed: "This—"

Beiquan put a single finger on his lips, and quickly made a "silence" gesture, preventing his assistant's unspoken second half of the sentence.

Then, he took off the yellow talisman on Juan's forehead, reached out and patted the other's face gently:

"Hey, wake up, wake up!"

Juan pursed his lips twice and slowly opened his eyes.

"I… "

He sat up, turned his head and looked around, his brown pupils were full of confusion:

"I am..."

Before Juan could finish speaking, the expression on his face suddenly froze.

He seemed to have a vague impression of what had just happened, and his eyes changed from bewilderment to confusion, and then quickly to panic.

"I... how did I... how could I... "

He started, staring at Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw, as if trying to ask them to explain his confusion.

"This... to, what happened?"

Beiquan only shook his head, and Wei Fuyuan didn't say a word, just folded his arms and looked at the terrified Juan indifferently.

"how so… "

Juan couldn't get an answer from the two, and was even more afraid.

"I just... I just want the billion..."

He put his head in his hands and cried bitterly:

"I just...just want the money..."

"I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything... How could this happen... I obviously didn't do anything!"

Huan cried badly, but Beiquan just curled the corners of his lips, revealing a very shallow sneer.

"Did you really do nothing?"

Beiquan squatted down and was at eye level with Juan:

"Then why didn't you escape just now?"

Juan: "Huh?"

He was stunned.

"I...I want...I want to go out..."

The Hispanic mixed-race youth looked at Beiquan with big watery eyes, his expression so dazed and so innocent: "I... but... I... "

"But you're lost."

Beiquan finished the second half of the sentence for him:

"You can't even find the main entrance anywhere, can you?"

Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, but after thinking about it, he felt that Beiquan was right.

Indeed, just now, Juan had been following the two of them, and he had never raised any objection to where they were going.

Hu An stared blankly at Beiquan, his lips twitched, wanting to deny it, but he couldn't say it.

Beiquan: "You have never been to this mansion before, and you don't know the way at all."

He said, stretched out his hand, grabbed Juan's left wrist, and turned his hand outwards, revealing the elbow.

On the inside of Juan's left arm, there are several tiny pinholes running along the blood vessels, which are the traces left by the injection of illegal drugs.

"You're not Juan, but you need money."

Beiquan smiled and said his guess:

"So you came here in place of Juan, am I right?"

Juan's lips quivered.

I don't know when, the memory that he had deliberately forgotten suddenly came back into the cage, almost crushing his head...

-Yes.

Juan said to himself in his heart:

— He guessed right.

- I'm not Juan, I've never been Juan...

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As Beiquan expected, this young man was not Juan.

His real name is Jose, Juan's cousin, and Juan's gay man.

The two are related by blood, with the same height and seven-point similarity in appearance. If they have the same hairstyle, it is difficult for people who are not familiar with them to tell them apart at first glance.

Similar to Juan's situation, Jose has not felt much father and mother love since he was a child.

The biggest difference between the two is that Juan's parents died early, while Jose was forced to live in a cramped and dirty slum apartment with his parents who never cared about him.

Although born in different cities, these two equally unfortunate cousins, because of their good looks, chose the same path as adults - becoming models.

The two met at a modeling agency in Los Angeles, and they quickly recognized each other as their cousin or cousin whom they had heard occasionally from their parents many years ago.

At that time, Juan and Jose were financially struggling, so the two hit it off and decided to share a small apartment.

They lived together, and soon found out that the other party's sexual orientation was the same as their own, and then it became a matter of course and became a same-sex couple.

Although Juan and Jose's mothers are sisters, they don't care what the world sees as normal.

During the two years of cohabitation and dating, Juan and Jose were very close, and could even be called "like glue".

It's a pity that poor and lowly couples are still mourning, not to mention two poor addicts.

Although Juan and Jose are beautiful, there is no shortage of beauties in the modeling world.

Their appearance is not an absolute advantage, their business level is just make-believe, and their personalities are not exquisite and lovable enough, and they do not have any connections, so the two have been stumbling for two years. From time to time, the income is barely enough for them to maintain their daily expenses in the big city of Los Angeles.

However, soon after the two moved in together, Juan became addicted to drugs and quickly pulled Jose into the water.

Juan and José started smoking the refueled cigarettes, then gradually hit the pills, and then something more powerful...

They spent money like water, and the only savings were quickly used up. They had to move out of the original small apartment and live in low-rent housing with a dirtier and worse environment.

In order to get more money quickly, Juan and Jose even began to sell their bodies.

They were quarreling every day, accusing each other, complaining about each other, and even fighting each other and scrambling into a ball.

This kind of life continued until half a month ago.

Juan received an email from his lawyer, telling him that as long as he arrives at Chen Dafa's estate before the 20th of this month, he can get a billion-dollar inheritance.

It's a pity that, unfortunately, Juan often asks Jose to check his mailbox for him.

So that day, it was Jose who opened that email, not Juan...