Thriller Night Talk

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-simpforlife, Proofreader-Ghostie

With the clue from the video, it became very easy to figure out the identity of Mr. A.

About twenty minutes later, Bei Quan received the personal information and address of Mr. A sent to him by ‘someone’.

Mr. A’s real name was Luo Yuanming. He was 22 years old. After graduating from college, he lived alone in Fèng Xīngchéng city. He worked as a live game anchor in a live broadcasting platform, and his monthly income was only enough for him to live and eat.

Luo Yuanming’s rented house was two blocks away from No. 44 Jinyuan Road.

On the night of the fire, Luo Yuanming finished the live broadcast around midnight and went out to buy supper. From a distance, he saw the billowing smoke from the opposite street. He keenly realized that it was an opportunity to make a blockbuster newsbite. Relying on his familiarity with the road conditions of the area, he found the most suitable bridge and recorded the last three minutes of Ye Jia’s life with his mobile phone lens.

Strictly speaking, Luo Yuanming hadn’t done anything heinous.

He was only lacking moral consciousness.

When he saw the smoke and flames, he thought that this was a golden opportunity to for him to become more famous in internet. From the excitement and yelling when he took the video, it seemed as if he was watching a very exciting movie. He had little to no psychological burden when the poor woman was getting scorched to death.

Unfortunately, Luo Yuanming didn’t foresee that by uploading this video he was inviting his own death.

After Bei Quan received the address, he took Wei Fuyuan to run all the way to Mr. A’s residence.

Wei Fuyuan said as he ran, “To be honest, I can understand Ye Jia’s thoughts.”

After all, who would want to be posted on the Internet by a stranger in their most painful and defenseless state before death, just to be ridiculed and remarked on by others?

Hui Gui would infinitely amplify the host’s obsession, unwillingness and resentment, and Luo Yuanming would become the last of the five prisoners.

“Mr. A is indeed a bastard, but it is not our responsibility to judge someone’s moral level.”

Still running, Bei Quan’s expression was calm.

“We only need to catch the ghost.”

“I know.”

Wei Fuyuan curled his lips, “But I will have to beat that guy later.”

Bei Quan laughed.

“Yes.” He said, “As long as you don’t kill anyone and don’t leave evidence.”

Nearly five minutes later, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan could already see the apartment building where Luo Yuanming lived.

It was an average nine-floor old-fashioned building, but they were able to see it from afar. There was a circle of people right beneath the building, all of them had their heads raised high and pointed their fingers above.

Bei Quan whispered, “That’s it!”

They rushed to the building and looked up. They saw a man standing at the top of the building. He had climbed out of the bounds of the railing and was prepared to jump down any time.

The man who was planning to jump looked very young. He was wearing wrinkled household clothes and slippers. It was Mr. A- Luo Yuanming!

However, unlike usual suiciders, Luo Yuanming wept uncontrollably. His tears and snot ruined his handsome face.

His upper body leaned back desperately, waving his hands while shouting for help. It seemed like he was standing there because of someone’s coercion.

However, the onlookers below only saw Luo Yuanming standing outside the dangerous railings, crying, flailing, and shouting as if he was playing a one-man show. He also looked back from time to time, as though pleading for mercy from someone behind him.

——But there was no one behind him.

“Is he going to commit suicide?”

“He is a psycho, isn’t he?”

“Did someone call the police? Does nobody care? ”

Other people couldn’t see it, but Master Wei, who had sprayed cow’s tears on his eyes, saw it as clear as day. Behind Luo Yuanming, there was a tall figure in white- the Executioner of the ghost incarnation!

“Let’s go up!”

Bei Quan pulled Wei Fuyuan’s arm towards the direction of the stairs of the building.

At this time, there were already people downstairs who were watching the excitement, and someone shouted.

“Hey brother! Are you jumping or not?” He shouted, “Hurry up, don’t delay our time!”

A girl next to him also yelled, “Yes! Jump down quick!”

Wei Fuyuan was already climbing up the stairs. Hearing this, he immediately turned back and yelled at the crowd.

“Shut up!-”

Unfortunately, it was too late.

The next second, he heard the crowd shriek, accompanied by the loud bang of a heavy object falling.

——Luo Yuanming had jumped from the roof.

His cracked head and parts of blood and brain were scattered on the pavement.

Wei Fuyuan reflexively wanted to go back and take a look, but Bei Quan’s voice came from the second floor.

“Come on!”

Young Master Wei gritted his teeth and quickly ran up the stairs.

In fact, Bei Quan was very anxious.

He truly regretted that he didn’t arrive earlier and stopped the ghost from killing Luo Yuanming.

Bei Quan had been the host of [Thriller Night Talk] for more than half a year.? According to his previous experiences, Mr. A was the kind of person who “talks a lot” on the hotline, which made him feel that his intelligence was quite enough.

He thought this time would be a simple task, so he dared to take his rookie assistant with no prior experience, who wasn’t even an ‘informer’ to the action scene.

But the process of investigating Mr. A’s identity turned out to be much more complicated than he expected. They were still late.

——The Hui Gui had killed five people.

Hui Gui fed on the host’s negative emotions.

The more people it kills, the more evil thoughts it accumulates, and the more energy was transferred into it, the more powerful the Hui Gui becomes.

——If he lets it escape again, the consequences would be disastrous!

Now, Bei Quan simply wanted to fight it and get rid of the damn “Executioner” on the top of the building as soon as possible. 𝚋𝚎𝚍ｎ𝚘ｖ𝚎𝚕.𝚗𝚎𝚝

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Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan ran all the way from the first floor to the top of the building.

The police hadn’t arrived yet, and the spectators were all downstairs. No one had thought of coming up to take a look.

There was no “Executioner” on the empty roof.

To be precise, in the place where the “Executioner” was originally supposed to be, only a hazy and almost transparent gray shadow was visible.

Thinking about his first two experiences, Wei Fuyuan took a step back reflexively and showed his vigilance.

“It doesn’t matter.” Bei Quan said to Wei Fuyuan, “She is already an empty shell.”

Wei Fuyuan did not understand what the other party meant, but still followed Bei Quan and leaned in cautiously.

Then he discovered that the appearance of this shadow was different from the ghosts of Meng Lichang and Lin Xue that he had seen before.

In the first two times, although the ghosts that Young Master Wei saw were also gray, the outlines were clear, the head, limbs, and torso were clear, and he could see whether the other party was a man or a woman, whether they were fat or thin, and whether they were wearing a suit or a skirt.

But the gray shadow that appeared in front of Wei Fuyuan’s eyes at this time, to be precise, was barely like a shadow, but rather a hazy light gray mist. Wei Fuyuan could barely distinguish the shape of a person, but it was impossible to see more details.

“This is Ye Jia’s soul.” Bei Quan said, “Well, more like a little afterimage of her soul.”

Then he walked slowly towards the shadow.

“This is the end of those who are possessed by Hui Guis.”

Bei Quan lifted his hand and lightly swatted at the gray mist. As if a breeze was sweeping away the smoke and dust, the hazy shadow could no longer be seen.

“When the obsession is gone, her soul will also be dissipated and she can’t be reborn.”

Wei Fuyuan inexplicably felt a little heavy as he watched the thin smoke gradually dissipate.

Young Master Wei was not a sentimental person. He had always chosen to be happy in the present and didn’t dwell much on religion and reincarnation practices.

Yet now, knowing that Ye Jia had killed those who had indirectly caused her death but ended up being dispersed for eternity, he felt both- ironic and melancholic.

Wei Fuyuan had watched a lot of movies with a similar concept of the devil seducing mortals. The devil claimed that it could help the person fulfill all their wishes, but the other party needed to barter their soul as a remuneration.

At that time, Wei Fuyuan had believed that this concept was ridiculous. He was already the son of heaven. It was hard to imagine that there was anything in the world worth exchanging his soul for.

Looking at the example of Ye Jia now, it dawned to the young master that many things in this world could not be bifurcated as black or white and right or wrong.

Everyone had their own choice, whether it was worth it or not. Apart from the parties concerned, other people have no right to judge or comment.

“…Oh, what a pity.”

Wei Fuyuan sighed and muttered to himself.

Bei Quan raised his eyelids and glanced at the tall and handsome young man beside him.

He had always excelled at observing other people’s words, opinions, expressions and didn’t need to ask many questions, just a glance was sufficient to accurately guess the other’s ideas.

The little Young Master Wei, who habitually showed his teeth and claws on weekdays, was actually a nice person with a soft heart and a sound sense of justice.

——He was a good person.

Bei Quan thought, “He looks better than me.”

He reached out and patted Wei Fuyuan on the shoulder. “It’s not over yet.”

Wei Fuyuan turned his head and looked at Bei Quan.

“We haven’t found the Hui Gui yet.” Bei Quan said, “It must have not run far. This is our last chance to capture it. ”

Wei Fuyuan frowned deeply.

“But, where did the Hui Gui go?”

They eventually discovered Mr. A’s identity, but by the time they could locate Luo Yuanming, he had already fallen from the roof, and the Hui Gui had vanished without a trace. Only a strand of Ye Jia’s spirit remained and all the clues had become useless.

At this time, the horn of a police car was heard downstairs, and the police finally arrived.

“Let’s leave here first.”

Bei Quan grabbed Wei Fuyuan’s arm and ran downstairs, and quickly left the scene where Mr. A jumped from the building.

“Hui Gui can’t leave a host for a long time. After it sucks up Ye Jia, it will have to find a new soul to parasitize as soon as possible. ”

Bei Quan spoke to Wei Fuyuan as he walked, “They always prefer those who are resentful- no matter whether the other person is dead or alive.”

Having said that, he glanced back.

There were more onlookers than before. The bustling police lined up the crowd and inspected Luo Yuanming’s body. They wrapped him in a white sheet after verifying his death. One of them went to contact the funeral home, while the others were busy dealing with the aftermath.

Bei Quan stopped.

He silently gazed at the crowd, chestnut eyes narrowing slightly to conceal the gleam of light flowing in them.