Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 9: Prisoner's Dream-09 Young man, the dog has a bad temper

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"It was cow tears that just sprayed on your face."

Beiquan tried to help Wei Fuyuan up, but the eldest young master was too tall and strong, and he couldn't help him at all.

"Also, what you see is not a hallucination, but a real ghost."

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

He turned his head violently, his eyes widened, and he stared at Beiquan in shock.

He had blinked hard many times just now, but he couldn't erase the gray figure from his retina.

Even if he was reluctant to accept the reality, Wei Fuyuan had to admit that the shadow of the group of human figures was too real, so real that it was difficult to explain it with an "illusion".

It's just that even if seeing is believing, making him really believe that that group of things is a "ghost", he still has a hard time accepting it!

"Tsk!"

Beiquan opened his eyes like goldfish to Shang Wei Fuyuan, and smacked his tongue lowly.

"I didn't expect you to be so stubborn."

As he said that, he turned around and turned his back to Young Master Wei, not knowing what he was fiddling with.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He didn't wait too long.

About three seconds later, Beiquan turned around suddenly, shot like lightning, and slapped Wei Fuyuan hard on the back of the head.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

At that moment, he just felt as if a hammer had hit his head.

For some reason, Young Master Wei didn't feel any pain, but the world was spinning. At first, golden light flashed in front of him, and then suddenly it was black again.

He lunged forward uncontrollably, and before he fell, he stretched out his hands with his body's reflexes, trying to keep his balance.

The next second, Wei Fuyuan felt that he had fallen lightly into someone's arms.

He barely opened his eyes.

Sure enough, it wasn't his delusion, Young Master Wei found himself lying in Beiquan's arms, and the other party wrapped his back with one hand, and easily let him such a tall man use a bird The usual posture leaned on his shoulder.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!"

In a short period of time, the amount of information was overloaded, and the eldest young master was shocked to the point that his brain was shut down.

He saw Beiquan's eyes curled up, revealing a captivating and charming smile.

In the next second, Wei Fuyuan's body suddenly lightened, and Beiquan lifted him by the back of his neck with one hand.

Immediately afterwards, Young Master Wei flew out like a sack full of cotton, and in a posture that he was about to throw himself on the ground, he flew straight towards the gray figure.

Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't hold back his panic, and a mournful scream came out from his throat.

He thought that he was about to be forced to embrace the gray unknown humanoid in a close, face-to-face hug, and instinctively closed his eyes in panic and despair.

However, Wei Fuyuan felt that he had fallen into a sticky mass of unknown liquid.

The cold, sticky touch wrapped him tightly, and at the same time, there was another person's cluttered and broken exclamations pouring into his mind.

[Do not! Do not! Do not kill me! Do not kill me! !]

[I did not do it on purpose! I didn't set the fire on purpose! !]

[I was very tired and annoyed at the time, so I just smoked a cigarette in the corner!]

[I didn't know cigarette butts would ignite those garbage!]

[I didn't know the house would catch fire!]

In the sound of begging and crying full of fear, Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes with all his strength.

In his perception, he is now sitting on the ground, shaking all over, tears and snot covering his face, fear and regret almost burst his chest.

Wei Fuyuan saw an old Honda in front of him, and a man in white stood next to the Honda, holding the door with one hand, like a child moving a toy car, slowly pushing the car towards him inch by inch come over.

The white figure was extremely tall, at least two meters tall, wearing a loose linen robe, with a pointed sack of the same color on his head, and only two holes were dug in the eyes.

—It is the executioner! !

Wei Fuyuan instantly thought of the name Mr. A gave "it".

[sorry! sorry!]

[Do not kill me! Please don't kill me!]

Wei Fuyuan heard himself repeating these words constantly, and at the same time, his muscles spasmed, and he seemed to be trying his best to escape the danger.

However, he couldn't move.

Not to mention standing up, even if he just wanted to move his body back a few centimeters, he couldn't do it at all.

[Do not kill me! Do not kill me!]

[Please forgive me!]

Finally, the rear of the Honda slammed into him.

Wei Fuyuan felt like he was flying backwards on his back like a kite, and then something sharp pierced his chest from behind.

He opened his eyes and stared at the dark, empty sky above his head, with only one thought in his heart:

[This is retribution—]

"Aha!"

Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that he was lying on the ground in a five-body posture, while Beiquan was poking his cheek with a finger, "Okay, it's time to recover."

Young Master Wei jumped up with a carp, and looked around alertly.

The gray figure was still in the clearing, with his hands on his knees, his head hanging very low.

"That, that is—is it Meng Lichang?"

Wei Fuyuan pointed at the gray human figure in front of him, and said tremblingly:

"I-I seem to have seen and seen it just now! He-he said he set the fire! He smoked and threw cigarette butts, lit the garbage, and set the building on fire!"

Saying that, he turned to look at Beiquan, still immersed in excitement and unable to extricate himself.

"Also, I saw the 'Executioner'! It, it really exists! It was the cart that hit Meng Lichang!"

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The next day, Saturday, April 24th.

Today's Wei Fuyuan is in a particularly sluggish state, and even a resort with a pleasant scenery cannot soothe his frightened little heart.

He didn't know what Beiquan had done, but last night, just like his out of body, he witnessed the whole process of the third deceased, Meng Lichang, being hit by a car and stabbed to death by a railing from a first-hand perspective.

The fear and despair that he shared with him made it difficult for Wei Fuyuan to sleep all night. He barely squinted for a while when it was almost dawn, but Beiquan dug it out of his bed before eight o'clock and told him it was time to go out.

The two had a hasty breakfast at the "Santuchuan" broadcasting company, and Wei Fuyuan, under the instructions of his boss, drove the two to the scenic area in the neighboring city.

This time, they were going to the fourth deceased and the only female Lin Xue's accident site.

Fortunately, the car was in good condition along the way. At eleven o'clock in the morning, the two successfully checked into the holiday villa next to the scenic spot.

The villa is a single-family log cabin, each with three double rooms, and each room has an independent bathroom.

The room that Beiquan booked was on the second floor, and a large lake full of lotus flowers could be seen from the window.

Although it is not yet the blooming season, the lake is full of lotus leaves, and when the wind blows, layers of emerald green ripples appear, which is quite interesting.

It's a pity that Young Master Wei didn't have the heart to appreciate it.

He only felt exhausted physically and mentally, and was too tired to move. As soon as he entered the room, he threw his backpack in the corner and threw himself on one of the beds, and fell asleep without knowing his personal affairs.

When Wei Fuyuan woke up, it was completely dark.

"Wake up just fine."

Beiquan was sitting on his bed reading a book when he heard the movement of the next bed turning over and lifting the quilt. He picked up a sandwich on the bedside table and threw it into Master Wei's arms.

"Make do with one meal, and get ready to work after eating."

Wei Fuyuan's nervousness, which had been relieved a little by making up for sleep, immediately surged up again.

He had already missed lunch, and at this point in the evening he was so hungry that his chest was pressing against his back, and a sandwich was simply not enough for him to stick his teeth between his teeth.

Young Master Wei climbed out of bed, put on his jacket casually, slammed "I'm going out to eat" and went straight out the door. When he was about to come, he slammed the door hard, leaving a loud "bang".

"Tsk."

Beiquan shook his head at the still trembling door panel, "Young man, you have a bad temper."

When Wei Fuyuan came back after eating, it was a full hour later.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening.

"The scenic spot has already closed."

Wei Fuyuan said to Beiquan when he entered the door.

The implication is that it is impossible for you to enter the scenic spot to investigate Lin Xue's death today.

"Wouldn't it be better to close the door?"

Beiquan got up with a smile, picked up his suitcase, and took the long-handled black umbrella. The handle was tilted, and he lightly tapped Wei Fuyuan's shoulder.

"Come on, let's go now."

The two followed the road sign of the resort to the entrance of the scenic spot.

Indeed, as Wei Fuyuan said, the door was locked, and only the lights in the security room next to him were still on. A young man in his thirties in uniform was sitting in front of the table by the window and playing games on his mobile phone intently.

"Look, I won't let you in!"

After yesterday's encounter, Wei Fuyuan's materialistic worldview has been shattered by 70%, and the remaining three points are also crumbling.

His tormented little heart really doesn't want to be hit again so soon. With the ostrich mentality that it can be delayed for a while, Master Wei hopes that his boss can change his mind now and let him go back to his room to rest.

Unfortunately, his wish was doomed to fail.

With a "swoosh", Beiquan suddenly opened the black umbrella that had been hanging on his elbow.

The umbrella surface of the black umbrella is larger than that of ordinary umbrellas, and it is more than enough for two people to stand down.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that the umbrella looked completely dull black from the outside, but when it was opened, the inner lining seemed to be sewn with silk, and when it was illuminated by light, it would reflect wisps of ripples. shimmer.

But now it's a big night, neither the sun nor the rain, suddenly opening a black umbrella, there is always an indescribable strange feeling, which makes Young Master Wei inexplicably a little uneasy.

Beiquan reached out and dragged Wei Fuyuan under the umbrella.

"Remember, follow me."

As he said that, he wrapped Wei Fuyuan's arm with one hand and held a black umbrella with the other, and walked towards the security duty room with such carelessness.

Wei Fuyuan: "!!!"

- What an extreme operation!

He was amazed, and his heart was already the standard Edvard Munch screaming face.

- What does Beiquan want to do!

- Just passing by with an umbrella like this, wouldn't it be considered a lunatic!

Wei Fuyuan twisted a few times, trying to break free from Beiquan's hand, but the other party was holding on tightly, and his pace was fast.

Just when Young Master Wei was struggling with how to deal with the security guard, the two of them had already walked to the window, only half a meter apart from the people inside.

It turns out that Wei Fuyuan still underestimated Beiquan's means.

Beiquan held his umbrella like this, took Wei Fuyuan and Shi Shiran through the window of the guard room, and walked step by step to the iron gate at the entrance of the scenic spot.

The door is closed.

Wei Fuyuan glanced back, the security guard was still immersed in his game world, and he didn't even glance at the corner of his eye.

He tried to reach out and tug at the iron gate.

Not moving.

"This… "

Wei Fuyuan turned to look at Beiquan, "If we can't open the door, we won't be able to get in either!"

Beiquan raised the corners of his lips, stretched out his hand, and dragged it on the iron gate.

Just listening to the crisp sound of "Kara", the door was pulled open a crack.

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

He had clearly confirmed it in person just now that the iron gates are doing well!

Beiquan pushed the iron gate a little further, turned the umbrella to the side, and smiled lightly:

"go in."

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

—Fuck! What a great move!

While complaining silently, he bravely followed in.