Wei Fuyuan originally wanted to say that he was an ordinary college student.
But he thought about it, how could he be able to use the power of merit to fight the ghost, how could he be so embarrassed to say the word "ordinary"
So Wei Fuyuan nodded, believing Dai Boqian's guess.
"Ha ha."
Dai Boqian was very aware of the sense of proportion, and did not ask what Wei Fuyuan could do, but led the topic to a direction that might be of interest to both parties.
"As a child, especially when I was living in Chen Dafa's house, I always felt like an outlier."
He pointed to himself:
"I encountered a lot of things later, and I gradually discovered that sometimes, those 'strange' abilities are not all bad things. At least, my sixth sense can help me avoid risks."
Wei Fuyuan nodded, thinking to himself, at least my power of merit can help Beiquan when he is in danger.
Dai Boqian went on to say:
"Besides, the world is full of wonders. Although people with extraordinary talents like you and me are rare, there are still some, right?"
This sentence inadvertently stepped on Wei Fuyuan's sore spot.
—Yeah, although there are not many, you can always find one or two among the crowd.
So even if he is full of meritorious power, for Beiquan, he is not unique and irreplaceable.
No, as soon as Jiang Nan'an's words came, Beiquan kicked him away as a "temporary worker", and he was no longer needed.
Wei Fuyuan felt sour in his heart, and asked casually:
"Do you know anyone else 'like this'?"
Dai Boqian shook his head.
"So far, it's just Mr. Beiquan and you who have met."
He paused, then continued:
"However, when I used to feel confused about my intuition, I often searched the Internet for some information on this, and found some forums where 'superpowers' gathered."
Wei Fuyuan frowned and criticized mercilessly:
"Isn't it that nine out of ten who claim to have 'superpowers' are liars and the remaining one is a lunatic?"
"Hahaha, you're right."
Dai Boqian laughed:
"Indeed, most of these people are liars and paranoiacs, and some of them are purely for fun. They make themselves a 'superpower' persona on the Internet, which is similar to playing Jiajia."
Anyway, no one on the Internet knows if there is a dog across the screen.
It doesn't matter if it's Superman or Batman, as long as you like it, it's fine to call yourself the captain of Citi.
"However, very occasionally, I feel that there will be one or two truly talented people."
Dai Boqian has never met the other party. He just believes that a certain person in a certain post is indeed "similar" to him, just like when he first saw Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan, he felt that they were worthwhile. depend on the same.
"I see."
Wei Fuyuan nodded:
"It's really interesting, I want to take a look at the forum you mentioned."
Dai Boqian actually took out a pen from his briefcase, wrote down a website address on a napkin, and pushed it in front of Wei Fuyuan.
Wei Fuyuan took it and found that the above domain name was an extranet, and it might be necessary to climb a ladder, but the URL was "yineng", which is the pinyin of "ability".
"Now I no longer have doubts and fears about my 'ability', but I still occasionally take a look at this forum, because regardless of whether it's true or false, many of the posts are really interesting."
Dai Boqian said casually:
"Not long ago, I saw a girl who claimed to have the ability to predict online asking for help, asking what to do if she predicted her friend's death."
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July 31st, 10:30 pm.
The long-distance bus from Beiquan and Jiangnan'an departed on time.
Their destination was Funing County, about an eight-hour drive from City C.
This is a night train. It is expected to drive on the highway overnight. It will arrive at the destination at 7:30 tomorrow morning.
But this is already what Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an can buy, and the first bus to Funing County.
Of course, Jiang Nan'an can drive, and the two can choose to rent a car.
However, Comrade Xiao Jiang's driving skills are not very good. In addition, the road conditions in this area are complicated. He really doesn't have the courage to drive at night in a place he doesn't know well with his mobile phone navigation alone.
For the safety of drivers, passengers and innocent passers-by, they still chose the more time-consuming long-distance bus.
After Jiang Nan'an got into the car, he was soon drowsy by the frequency of the bumps in the body. He slammed his head against the window glass twice, gave up struggling completely, raised his head and closed his eyes, and fell asleep.
Along the way, Jiang Nan'an slept soundly.
During this period, he woke up once, opened his eyes in a daze, turned to look at Beiquan, and found that the other party was just leaning on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, not sleeping at all.
At 7:25 in the morning, the bus pulled into some old bus stops in Funing County.
The driver loudly greeted the passengers at the station, reminding them to bring their luggage.
Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an got out of the car, called a taxi, and drove to Luo Yanyan's stepfather's house.
"Really, the Luo family is already arranging the mourning hall?"
On the way, Beiquan received a call from Zhu Ling.
"Well, I see, we will pretend to be Luo Yanyan's friends, and the rest will act according to chance."
Luo Yanyan's stepfather lives on the outskirts of the county. It is a three-story self-built house with a back mountain and water, and a large yard.
At this time, a pair of white lanterns were hung in front of the courtyard gate, and white flags were posted on the lintel. From a distance, you could tell that the family was holding a funeral.
Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an got out of the car and found that the courtyard door was open, and they were looking inward. They saw that the main room had been turned into a mourning hall.
A middle-aged woman dressed in linen found Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an standing in front of the courtyard gate.
Seeing the two young men with faces, the woman showed a surprised look, hurried out to greet them, and tentatively opened her mouth:
"May I ask who you are?"
Beiquan timely showed a sad and sincere expression facing the family of the deceased:
"We are friends of Yanyan. We work in a neighboring county. We heard that she passed away unfortunately, so we came here to give her a stick of incense."
Beiquan's language talent is very good. When he said this, he naturally put on a northeastern accent, which sounded exactly like a woman's accent, exactly like a native born and raised.
Sure enough, the middle-aged woman showed a stunned expression:
"Really, you are Yanyan's friends."
She smiled with difficulty, with a little tear in her eyes, "We only tried our best to notify some of her old classmates last night, but I didn't expect you to come here early this morning."
Mother Luo let Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an into the yard.
Luo Yanyan committed suicide by jumping into the lake. The body was salvaged. After the doctor saw that there was no possibility of rescue, she was sent directly to the funeral home. Even family members were not allowed to bring them home without authorization.
So now Luo Yanyan's house has not stopped, and it has only been set up to look like a mourning hall.
Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an added fragrance to Luo Yanyan.
In the center of the mourning hall is a posthumous photo. The girl in the photo has Liu Mei and cherry lips, with a bright smile. She is in her prime.
It's a pity that Yiren has passed away and can't live again.
Beiquan put his hands together, bowed three times in front of the incense burner, and then released Guanhu Suying without a trace.
The little fox spread its claws and leaped out like lightning. It ran in front of the monks holding the Buddha, but no one noticed it.
After releasing Su Ying, Beiquan offered to stay and help.
Mother Luo's face suddenly showed an expression of surprise and emotion.
She coincides with the new mourning of her beloved daughter, and her mood is already low.
But she was married for the second time. Although her husband was kind, she really had few relatives who could help her.
In addition, her daughter had been away from home for many years, and she didn't even kiss her mother, and she suddenly committed suicide. She had to contact a few old classmates of her daughter according to her classmates when she was a student, and the response from the other side was very cold. I casually said a few words, but I didn't mention the fact that I couldn't come to express my condolences.
"Thank you... thank you so much!"
Luo's mother wiped her tears, her voice choked up.
The custom here in Funing County is that when someone dies, the more people come to worship, the more it can show that the deceased was well-connected before his death, and the greater the good fortune accumulated.
Luo Yanyan committed suicide, which is a violent death, and it is easy to be gossiped by others.
So for Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an who came to the door early in the morning, Mama Luo was very grateful, not to mention that the two also expressed their willingness to stay and help.
Mother Luo solemnly thanked Beiquan and Jiang Nan'an, gave them a "job" of stacking gold and silver ingots, and was busy arranging the monk's fasting meal.
Jiang Nan'an sat on a small ponytail, folded the ingot, and snorted disdainfully at a fake monk who even tied the wrong cassock straps:
"They don't even know how to recite the "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's Original Vows Sutra", so I might as well go out!"
Beiquan heard Jiang Nan'an's muttering, and glanced sideways at him:
"You can read it now."
"Oh."
Jiang Nan'an was unambiguous, and he opened his mouth and recited the "Miaofa Lotus Sutra" in a low voice.
At this time, Guan Hu Suying happened to stroll around Luo's house.
It ran back and was bumped in the face by the scriptures recited by Jiang Nan'an. It got up, stood on tiptoe and circled a big C, and turned back from the side and back.
Beiquan stretched out his hand and took the little fox on his shoulders.
Su Ying stuck to his cheek, stretched out her head and rubbed it a few times.
Beiquan: "… Oh?"
Jiang Nan'an stopped chanting, and turned to stare at Beiquan expectantly.
"That's interesting."
Beiquan relayed to Jiang Nan'an the information he got from the little fox:
"Su Ying said that it found traces left by the ghost in Luo Yanyan's room, indicating that the ghost at least once appeared beside the girl."
He paused, then added:
"It's just that the traces have been very, very faint - which means that the ghost has been gone for a long time."