Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan lived in the villa for about a week.
During this period, Uncle Zou came once and told the two that they had already cleaned up Chen Dafa's mansion, and used their contacts to check with the local police. At least according to the official records, this was just a gun invasion made by Daniel and the gangsters. Just a robbery.
As for Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, Uncle Zou and others used some means to erase the traces of their existence in the memory of the survivors, making them seem to have nothing to do with this case.
"When your injury is better, you can go back to China."
Uncle Zou explained the matters after the completion, and after leaving a doctor, he left in a hurry.
The doctor is an older sister in her early thirties. She looks Asian in appearance, but has obvious mixed-race features, deep and colorful features, and big waves that reach her shoulders. She is quite beautiful.
The doctor's sister was wearing a white coat and carrying a large medicine box, and her posture was very professional.
She told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that she was a doctor of medicine from a prestigious Ivy League school in Citi, holding a medical license, but because she came from a family of medicine and Taoism, she asked herself whether she was an expert in integrating traditional Chinese and Western medicine, so she could help the patient to visit at this time. It's okay to check the pulse and give some prescriptions to prevent the injury from getting worse.
However, after watching the doctor's sister's diagnosis and treatment process, Wei Fuyuan felt that it was not so much a combination of Chinese and Western medicine as a fusion of Chinese medicine and witch doctors.
Especially when the doctor lit the sage and put out a row of silver needles, and started to wipe it carefully with alcohol, Young Master Wei's hairs stood up all of a sudden, he turned his head and couldn't bear to look directly, so he didn't run away.
The doctor's sister's treatment method of incense, needles, and talisman water is a bit scary, but the effect is really immediate.
After that day, Beiquan's spirit recovered a lot, and he was able to get out of bed and move around by himself.
On July 22, local time in Citi, Texas, someone sent them a ticket to return to China.
The one who came to deliver the ticket was Uncle Zou's cousin, who had the same surname as Zou. He was about thirty years old. He was tall and handsome. He was wearing a moon-white training suit. ".
Mr. Zou told Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan that they had bought the air tickets for them at ten o'clock in the morning on July 26 to fly directly to Fengxing City, Huaguo, and he would pick them up to the airport on the same day.
This means that Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan can still rest in the villa for four days, but it also means that they have missed the unstoppable "Thriller Night Talk" broadcast every Thursday night at 0:00.
"Anyway, you can't do anything like this, you might as well take care of it and wait for your body to recover."
At that time, Master Wei was making tea in the open kitchen of the villa.
In the past two days, he saw that Beiquan was unwell, so he took the initiative to take on the task of taking care of people, but he had the attitude of an assistant.
However, Wei Fuyuan's craftsmanship is really not very good. There are too many tea leaves, and the black tea brewed is the same color as soy sauce. He can only stand with his back to the two and quietly add boiling water to the brewed tea.
Beiquan gave a "hmm" and didn't bother about it any more.
He turned to Mr. Zou and asked what he was more concerned about:
"Have you dealt with the 'prisoner' of Chen Dafa's family?"
Mr. Zou nodded solemnly.
"We have confirmed that the 'prisoner' is indeed gone."
He picked up the black tea that Young Master Wei had brought to him, and took a sip. He was shocked by the bad taste, so he put down the teacup and stopped touching it.
"We took back all the fragments of the Avalokitesvara statue in the secret room, and asked the antique experts in the association to identify them. They said that from the perspective of production technology and materials, they should be the works of the Republic of China, but who did it and how? It has not been found out yet in the hands of Chen Dafa."
Beiquan nodded.
Wei Fuyuan had seen how the prisoner was transferred to Chen Dafa's hands in his memory.
Chen Dafa killed his boss when he was young, stole the brass Guanyin statue, and then smuggled his family to Citiland.
But going back further, especially over a hundred years, it is not so easy to trace the origins of Guanyin statues and living ghost babies.
However, Beiquan is sure of one thing, that is, the origin of the living ghost baby who is regarded as a "prisoner" must not be simple.
When fighting, he could clearly feel that the opponent's strength was much stronger than that of ordinary brats.
Beiquan guessed that the little girl was probably originally from a special life. For example, the character was different from ordinary people, or she was born with spiritual power, so she was targeted by the caster and turned her into a living ghost baby who could never be born again.
"No matter what, it's fine."
Beiquan said with a smile.
Although Uncle Zou and the others were the "rescue soldiers" that the division found for him, they should be very reliable.
But just like Yamamoto Akihiko coveting the god of prison and taking it as his own at any cost, the living ghost baby is a great temptation for any practitioner, but Beiquan doesn't want to have a big test of human nature at all. Everyone in the gambling association can stick to their hearts and will not cause more trouble.
"Right, one more thing."
Beiquan thought for a while, then asked:
"About Akihiko Yamamoto..."
He didn't finish his words, but Mr. Zou frowned, obviously understanding what he had not finished.
"About Yamamoto Akihiko, we are still discussing."
Mr. Zou replied with some headache:
"If we can, we really don't want to deal with the Yamamoto family in Dongying. You know, their group of people are very... short-handed."
He chose a relatively neutral adjective:
"But the young people of their own family died on our territory. Even if it was Akihiko Yamamoto who caused it first, let's do it for ourselves... We still can't pretend that we don't know anything."
Beiquan's expression also became serious.
"So, what are you going to do?"
Although Yamamoto Akihiko killed him, just as Mr. Zou said, people died in Dezhou, and there was also the association's involvement in the aftermath. Even if Beiquan took the initiative to jump out and take over the matter, the Yamamoto family might not be willing to give up.
"Anyway, the secretary in charge of the liaison matters on the Toyo side said that he would contact the Yamamoto family first."
Mr. Zou smiled soothingly towards Beiquan:
"Don't worry, I will continue to follow up on this."
He said, took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Beiquan, "We keep in touch."
Beiquan nodded and solemnly accepted Mr. Zou's business card.
They chatted for a while, and Beiquan inquired about the follow-up of the serial murders that happened in Chen Dafa's mansion. After confirming that the association could handle it properly and would not cause trouble to both parties and Dai Boqian, whose identity he used falsely, he finally felt at ease. .
For the next four days, Beiquan really did nothing, stayed in the villa every day, and lived a life of recuperation without leaving home.
Strictly speaking, Wei Fuyuan lived in the "Three Ways" for more than three months, and this was the first time the two had "cohabited" in a real sense.
Uncle Zou and the others have explained that the two of them should not go out when they are fine. Although Wei Fuyuan is a fool, he is still very reliable at critical moments.
He knew very well the reason not to cause trouble easily in a foreign country, so he had never been to the supermarket across the street, and only used the food in the kitchen to prepare three meals a day for the two of them.
It's a pity that although Young Master Wei's intentions are sincere, the word "poor" is a light word for his cooking skills. Whether it is Chinese food, Western food, or the food made by him, the appearance and taste are quite terrible.
After Beiquan insisted on jam toast for a day, he couldn't stand it anymore.
He kicked Wei Fuyuan out of the kitchen and cooked himself.
Of course, Beiquan is not a master chef, but compared with the dark cooking of his little assistant, it is at least "just enough".
In addition to the tangled issue of eating, these four days were really leisurely like a vacation.
The facilities in the villa are very complete. The en suite bathroom of the master bedroom on the second floor even has a large jacuzzi with three-band FM. Beiquan pulled out the game console, cassette and handle from the TV cabinet, and installed them immediately. Wei Fuyuan played Resident Evil for four days in double mode.
"You must be cheating!"
Wei Fuyuan saw that Beiquan didn't even turn his angle of view at all. As soon as he knocked on the handle, he directly shot the zombies that jumped out of the corner of the corridor, and finally couldn't help shouting:
"That's why you're clearly behind you, how can you hit without even looking at it!?"
"Fool!"
Beiquan continued to control the character to rush forward:
"You died here just now, of course I know it's weird!"
Wei Fuyuan was called an idiot by Beiquan, a little annoyed, and inexplicably a little shy.
He didn't know if it was his own delusion or not, but he always felt that since the real kiss with Beiquan, the relationship between the two had become vaguely more ambiguous.
Wei Fuyuan knew that he had a crush on Beiquan.
And this good feeling is not just the superficial surprise at the beginning of the other person's appearance, but more, the feelings of heartbeat, appreciation, pity and love that gradually arise in getting along.
He wants to stay with Beiquan, wants to be by Beiquan's side, wants to kiss him, touch him, and even wants to go further...
In a word, that is, Young Master Wei knows that he is really planted on Beiquan this time.
- But what was Beiquan thinking
Wei Fuyuan subconsciously looked away from the TV screen and turned to Beiquan's side face.
Beiquan is concentrating on killing zombies.
He ran at the front, one shot, one shot, no missing bullets, kicked the door and searched the room in one go, and the score rose steadily, making it look like Comrade Xiao Wei, who was behind him, was like a fish hunter with soy sauce.
- Gee!
Seeing Beiquan so calm, Wei Fuyuan felt very upset.
-Why are they kissed before, this person can still be so calm!
Wei Fuyuan couldn't help but think that he was grabbing his boss's collar, shaking it vigorously and asking him, "Tell me, do you like me!?"
"Hey, what are you doing?"
Beiquan suddenly said:
"The door is open to the boss battle, have you replenished the ammunition?"
Wei Fuyuan had already made up his mind to the scene where he pressed Beiquan on the sofa, gnawed and bitten, and tortured him to extract a confession.
He was suddenly called by the boss's name, his conditioned reflex was aroused, he quickly shook his head vigorously, shook the messy yellow waste out of his brain, clenched the handle, and concentrated on continuing to "fight".
The author has something to say: I will return to China in the next update! ⊙▽⊙
Happy New Year 2021, everyone, all the best, safe and healthy, and good fortune!