After "Thriller Night Talk" ended, Beiquan walked out of the studio and said to Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an:
"It's getting late, everyone go back to rest first."
He turned to Jiang Nan'an:
"Tomorrow morning, Zhu Ling should be able to collect the information, and we will study it."
Then he turned to Wei Fuyuan again:
"Xiaowei, you..."
Beiquan got stuck for a while, "By the way, are you going to move tomorrow? Have you found the house yet?"
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He was on fire in his heart, and he didn't want to talk to Beiquan, but when he thought that he should resign in one day, he suddenly felt an indescribable grievance and sadness.
Inexplicably, Young Master Wei's nose was a little sore.
"Um."
Wei Fuyuan nodded lightly.
This dismissal was too sudden, Wei Fuyuan could only find an apartment-style hotel on the same city website that he could check in at any time and make do with it.
Fortunately, the salary that Beiquan offered him was not low, and he gave him an extra three months' salary as compensation for leaving. Food and shelter work.
It's just... Where else can you find a place like "Santugawa"
Wei Fuyuan's eyes were hot, and he quickly turned his eyes away, not daring to look directly at Beiquan.
Although the work of "Three Ways" is very dangerous for ordinary people, and it is also very scary.
However, the three views were broken, but Wei Fuyuan had to admit that he felt a different kind of fun in this "job".
The human heart is unpredictable, it is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, and it is difficult to calm desires.
The stories hidden behind the hotline allow him, a wealthy boy who has not yet been deeply involved in the world, to peek into another world that is absolutely untouchable in the ivory tower.
In the process of chasing the ghosts, he has seen all kinds of dark sides of the human heart, and at the same time, he has also discovered the shining points of human nature in the details.
I don't know since when, Wei Fuyuan no longer feels suspicious, resisted and overwhelmed about this job.
He even gradually found some ways to use the power of merit...
… more than that.
Wei Fuyuan gritted his teeth secretly.
He admitted that he was reluctant to bear Beiquan.
I still want to stay by Beiquan's side, and like before, to accompany him to investigate the case and help him share the danger, even if it's just a qualified tool person, let Beiquan shoot it out and throw it over, Wei Fuyuan is also willing...
... Moreover, Beiquan he... The injury is not good yet.
"… "
Wei Fuyuan opened his mouth.
He wants to say, Beiquan, you are still injured now, otherwise, even if I do white labor, I will accompany you to solve this case.
But when the words came to his mouth, they seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it at all.
And Beiquan has already reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan's shoulder, "Then go to bed earlier, you will be busy tomorrow."
After speaking, Beiquan smiled, turned and walked towards his room.
Wei Fuyuan stared at Beiquan's back, his teeth creaking.
But he can't do anything, and he can't do anything.
Wei Fuyuan hurriedly washed up and returned to his small attic. He fell down on the single bed that was too narrow for him, like a defeated cock, both depressed and depressed.
It was already one o'clock in the morning on July 30, but Wei Fuyuan was not sleepy at all.
He remained in a lying position, staring at the sloping ceiling above his head, staring at a crescent-shaped mildew spot in a daze.
Wei Fuyuan didn't know how long he watched.
I don't know when, the crescent-shaped stain began to blur and double in his vision.
Wei Fuyuan felt that his eyelids were getting heavier.
Finally, he closed his eyes.
"Knock, knock, knock."
There were a few soft knocks on the door.
Wei Fuyuan didn't feel anything, and was still lying on the bed, slumbering like a pig.
"It's stuck."
The door opened, and a small head stuck in, looking in the direction of the single bed.
"Dizzy, dizzy, sleepy."
Tian Jiaxing smothered the burning incense, and turned around and said to another person.
The door was completely pushed open, and Zhu Ling and Tian Jiaxin walked into the attic together and came to Wei Fuyuan's bedside.
"Oh, to be honest, I'm really reluctant to bear it!"
The four-headed child with a raised salary folded his arms and raised his light eyebrows, sighing:
"I think he works well with Beiquan, actually..."
"No, he's just an ordinary person."
Zhu Ling resolutely interrupted Tian Jiaxing's unfinished words.
"You know our principles, right?"
Tian Jiaxing pouted and stopped talking.
He took out another tar incense from a small basket, ignited a small flame, lit the incense, and placed it on the bedside table.
An indescribably odd scent soon filled the attic.
Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes.
What appeared in front of him was Zhu Ling's palm, with a swirl drawn in red ink...
July 30, six in the morning.
Wei Fuyuan woke up as soon as the sun rose.
The somewhat pungent fishy smell still permeated the room, but Wei Fuyuan seemed to be unaware, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and getting dressed.
After changing the equipment for going out, he threw the changed pajamas into the corner, and then dragged the suitcase that he had packed long ago downstairs,
Wei Fuyuan didn't say goodbye to anyone. He walked through the living room to the main entrance of "Three Ways", opened the door, took his luggage, and walked into the dimly lit hutong without looking back. middle.
Beiquan leaned against the door and watched Wei Fuyuan leave.
He did not let Wei Fuyuan find himself.
This is not the first time Beiquan has faced the departure of his "partner", but it has made him more than ever before...
…
The word "sad" flashed in Beiquan's mind.
He pressed the position of his heart firmly, then raised the corners of his lips, forcing himself to show a smile.
—Well, at least I sent him away with a smile.
Beiquan said to himself.
"goodbye."
Then, he waved gently towards the back who had long been invisible.
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July 30, ten in the morning.
Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an read the materials given to them by Zhu Ling in the study.
This is Jiang Nan'an's first time to participate in the investigation. He is so excited that he is just about to go out for a walk in Alaska. If he really grows a tail, he may be able to directly shake the shadow.
"Let me see what's going on!"
Talking Jiang rubbed his hands, and first opened the information on the table.
Zhu Ling is worthy of being an artifact that does not need sleep. The efficiency is very high. It only took one night to collect all the information.
Because the existing "Abandoned Amusement Park Discovery" on the Internet only has some screen recording clips, and the people who participated in the live broadcast that night, except for four men, two women and six well-known anchors, were all temporarily looking for "foreign aid" and did not report in advance. The platform did not leave their information, even if the supernatural powers were as vast as Zhuling, they could only collect clues as much as possible.
"I counted it carefully. There should be twelve people who entered the amusement park that day, and all the information is here."
Zhu Ling leaned in front of the bookcase and pointed to the large stack of A4 paper that Jiang Nanan was holding in his hand:
"But Miuya's friend left early and was not recorded by the camera. I haven't found out her identity yet."
"Oh, what a pity. Otherwise that girl would be a good entry point, right?"
Jiang Nan'an rambled while flipping through the information:
"After all, I'm really curious how she knew her friend would die? Besides, she can predict her death in advance, which is amazing!"
Beiquan's reading speed is very fast, even if there is a chatter around him who keeps making noise, it doesn't affect him in the slightest.
Miuya, the female anchor who committed suicide by jumping on the Ferris wheel in the amusement park, is called "Miuya Witch" on the platform. Her real name is Wang Jialin. She is 27 years old this year. Suspense or puzzle-solving games, little by little, became popular among fellow hobbyists, and until the accident happened, she was already recognized as the first sister in the circle.
The date of her death was September 12 last year, more than half a year ago.
After Wang Jialin committed suicide, in order to quell the overwhelming public opinion bombardment by fans, the platform locked her millions of followers. Together with her Weibo, it is already unviewable.
As for Ruan Ruan who called "Thriller Night Talk" last night, the online name is Ruan Ruan who is not afraid of ghosts, her real name is Luo Yanyan, she is 19 years old this year, her hometown is in the Northeast, and she stayed in Fengxing City alone after graduating from technical secondary school. , became a female anchor.
The girl is beautiful, and people will have troubles. The sword goes slanting and pinches the audience's pulse. In two years, she quickly became popular. She used to be the most popular person in the channel.
However, after Wang Jialin's death, her popularity suffered a considerable impact, and the girl seemed to be disheartened and no longer bothered with the management. The live broadcast was also catching fish for three days and two days of drying the Internet, and the broadcast was very irregular.
Beiquan took a page from Luo Yanyan's profile.
"look here."
He circled a time with a pen:
"Look, Luo Yanyan's last live broadcast was on the 24th from 9:30 to 12 o'clock in the evening..."
Before Beiquan finished speaking, Jiang Nan'an quickly interjected:
"She hasn't broadcast live for five days!"
Beiquan smiled and said, "That's right, that's it."
"Luo Yanyan's cell phone can't get through, and there is no one in the rented apartment."
Zhu Ling said by the side:
"I'm already trying to find a way to contact Luo Yanyan's family to see if I can find her whereabouts."
Beiquan nodded to indicate that he understood, and then continued to read the rest of the information.
The second suicide case happened on December 14 last year. The name of the deceased was Mo Fan, who used to be an anchor. However, he terminated the contract with the live broadcast platform half a year ago and found a job as an ordinary white-collar worker.
Mo Fan's cause of death was suicide by cutting his wrists. He was alone at home when he died, so the police judged that the cause of death was not suspicious.
The third case occurred on March 22 this year, involving male anchor Li Si and his girlfriend Gu Lingling.
The two returned to the man's hometown in J province together, and they committed suicide by hanging on the beam of the warehouse on the third day after arriving home.
So far, four of the twelve people who participated in the live broadcast of the spirit exploration that day have died.
The author has something to say: Don't worry, it's been over, hypnosis has no effect on Comrade Xiaowei!