Thriller Night Talk

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor-simpforlife, Proofreader-Ghostie

May 2nd, Sunday.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan went out after breakfast.

They went to meet Mr. Xie, the prop master, who they had come across at the wedding dress advertising shoot yesterday.

It was easy to ask him out. Bei Quan simply called him and mentioned that a friend of his had also heard of ‘Yan Shuangshuang’. The prop master immediately showed unusual enthusiasm and incredible vigilance.

When Bei Quan said it was difficult to speak clearly on the phone, Mr. Xie suggested they meet and speak in detail.

Bei Quan arranged the meeting place at a nearby park.

As they were leaving, Wei Fuyuan asked him why he chose an open-air place like the park. Wouldn’t it be better to find a small shop where they could sit down with privacy like last time?

Hearing this, Bei Quan narrowed his eyes and showed a kind of deep and sly smile like a fox.

Without saying anything, he just patted Wei Fuyuan on the shoulder and went out with his suitcase and long black umbrella.

The appointment time between the two and the prop master was at 9 a.m.

However, Bei Quan arrived 15 minutes earlier and walked a circle around the meeting place.

“Right here?”

Wei Fuyuan, who was following Bei Quan, was very confused.

The park in the morning was very lively.

Approaching the square merely 200 meters away, there were more than 20 aunts, who seemed to be divided into two teams and were dancing to songs like ‘Little Apple’ and “Surprise all the way”. Inside the children’s playpark, there were large groups of young children fooling around. Some old people were walking and young people doing morning exercises were moving around the periphery of the park’s green belt.

Bei Quan dodged all these crowded places, found an inaccessible lawn under the shade behind the greenhouse and specially selected a bench hidden behind the palm tree.

Because this place wasn’t easy to find, it took another ten minutes for the prop master, surnamed Xie, to locate them.

Bei Quan smiled and stood up as they shook hands with each other.

But Mr. Xie didn’t concern himself with these etiquettes at all. He immediately started to talk.

“You truly have a clue about ‘Yan Shuangshuang’s’ whereabouts?!”

“Don’t worry.”

Bei Quan smiled and pointed at the bench in front of him. “Let’s sit down and talk.”

The prop master sat down and stared at Bei Quan. His eyes were burning, showing an abnormal fanaticism.

“Quick, say it now!”

Bei Quan smiled and pointed behind the prop master,

“Sure, look over there.”

The prop master turned back reflexively.

The next second, his body loosened and tipped backward, falling on the bench.

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

He had been standing at the pansophical rear side this time, which had a very good visual angle and clearly saw Bei Quan’s hit.

Just now, when the prop master turned his head, Bei Quan took advantage and took out a ‘knife’ and used it to cleanly cut the connection between the cervical vertebrae and the skull.

Poor Mr. Xie couldn’t even make a sound. He fainted as soon as his eyes turned over.

This move was so familiar, Wei Fuyuan thought while gnashing his teeth.

At the same time, goosebumps rose on the back of his neck. The agony of being knocked unconscious by Bei Quan previously seemed to make a return for reminiscing.

——No wonder he wanted to make an appointment with this person in such a desolated corner. From the beginning, this guy had planned to walk up and knock out the prop master!?

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan shook himself from his thoughts.

He glanced upward and looked around, quickly locating the CCTV in the park that was placed on a street light pole.

“Fuck!” 𝙗𝙚𝙙𝒏𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡．𝙣𝒆𝙩

Young Master Wei’s face turned blue, and he turned to Bei Quan and shouted, “Can you not do this in public? The monitor has captured us, it’s evidence of the crime!”

Bei Quan seemed to think that Young Master Wei’s panicked jump was very intriguing. He didn’t explain immediately. Instead, he grinned and appreciated Wei Fuyuan’s handsome face for a moment. Then he took out the cow’s tears and handed it to him.

“Here, spray this.”

Wei Fuyuan couldn’t understand what kind of bullshit he was selling this time, but he took the cow’s tears anyway and sprayed them on his eyes.

Bei Quan pointed out, “Now, look at the surveillance camera.”

Wei Fuyuan looked at that surveillance camera and was stunned.

There was a cloud of white mist covering the entirety of the CCTV camera and was densely wrapped around the lens.

“Don’t worry, no matter what we do right now— the monitoring system won’t be able to catch it.”

Wei Fuyuan realized that Bei Quan was not just walking around a few minutes ago.

He was, in fact, doing something more important— such as using a little trick to evade any monitoring of their ‘illegal activity’.

“All right.”

Young Master Wei was a little relieved and asked Bei Quan, “But why did you knock this guy out?”

Bei Quan smiled and waved at him, “Xiao Wei, come here.”

Wei Fuyuan’s conditioned reflex made him take a few steps back. No matter what, he was constantly getting tricked by this boss of his, so he immediately became vigilant when he heard him.

“What in the world are you going to do?”

——Tsk, it is not easy to lie to your subordinates these days!

Bei Quan thought with regret.

He pointed at the unconscious man leaning on the back of the chair.

“I want your help to ‘glance’ at his memory.”

It took two seconds for Wei Fuyuan to understand the meaning of the word ‘glance’ and then his face changed colours.

“Fuck!” He blurted out, “You don’t mean the same thing we did for the previous two times——”

Bei Quan smiled calmly, “Yes.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

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If possible, Young Master Wei really didn’t desire to go through the marvelous experience of being forced to see another person’s memory after being knocked out by Bei Quan.

He tried to bargain with Bei Quan, “Can’t you just go and watch it yourself?”

“Hm, true.”

Bei Quan shrugged, then raised his eyes and smiled at Wei Fuyuan innocently.

“That’s why I need you so much.”

While wording this sentence, Bei Quan deliberately lowered his voice tone and emphasized the word ‘need’, which made the sentence sound particularly ambiguous.

Although it was an old-school trick, it caused the death of Young Master Wei’s psychological defenses.

He turned around aggrievedly and struggled for a whole five minutes between rejecting or agreeing to him.

Finally, he stopped to glance at Bei Quan.

“That man is alive…”

He tried to confirm.

“So, what I’ll see later, it won’t be too scary, right?”

Bei Quan nodded and answered in a gentle voice, like coaxing a child.

“You will only have to watch the faces of ‘Yan Shuangshuang’ and the person who was beside her at that time in his memory.”

Bei Quan spoke so casually that it seemed as though he had simply asked Wei Fuyuan to open the door and see if there was anyone else in the bathroom.

Wei Fuyuan gave in.

However, he stubbornly put forward his final request.

“Can you stop hitting the back of my head?”

Bei Quan frowned.

“That move is the most fitting one.”

He muttered to himself.

“If I don’t hit the back of your head, I’m afraid I can’t fire it…”

Wei Fuyuan, “What are you going to fire?”

Bei Quan, “No, that’s the only way…”

Then he moved, went towards Wei Fuyuan and stood in front of him. They were a mere 20 cm apart.

The proximity between their bodies made Young Master Wei flustered. Before he could take a step back, Bei Quan had already outstretched his hands and wrapped his arms around him.

Wei Fuyuan: “!”

Bei Quan’s arms were not tightly coiled around him but nevertheless, it was still a hug.

Young Master Wei only felt a buzz in his ears and blood rushed to his cheeks. His mind had gone blank and his thoughts were muddled.

“You— you— what do you think you’re do——puff!”

Before he could complete his sentence, Bei Quan had already hit him hard in the back.

Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had been smacked in the chest by a North American brown bear; his heart, liver, spleen and stomach had all been displaced, and the left and right lung lobes almost popped out of his gullet.

Under the impact, Young Master Wei subconsciously doubled over and fell into Bei Quan’s arms.

In the next second, he felt that he had been held by the back of his neck, lifted up like a rabbit and flung forward.

——How was this possible!?

When Wei Fuyuan soared across, his heart was in his throat.

He was clearly a strong, sturdy man with a height of 1.87 meters. Even if Bei Quan was a world champion in weightlifting, was it really human of him to fling him two meters away like an empty sack??

However, before he even had time to dwell upon it, Wei Fuyuan whooshed ahead like a flying squirrel, spreading his hands and feet, and leapt straight at the prop master Xie, who was sprawled on the seat.

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Surrounded by the whirling sky and earth, Wei Fuyuan felt that he had fallen into a viscous liquid again.

He barely opened his eyes and found himself in an unfamiliar office.

The office was huge, and the decorating style was in full compliance with the two principles of ‘cleanliness’ and ‘efficiency’. Two rows of computer desks with partitions were arranged neatly on the left and right sides respectively, which could accommodate at least twelve people working together.

Wei Fuyuan realized that this was the prop master’s point of view and that he had entered the other party’s memory.

Sure enough, he felt himself stand up, holding a stack of drawings in his hand and hurriedly walked towards the door of the office.

Wei Fuyuan, or the prop master at the time, was in a hurry and bumped into a person at the corner of the corridor.

The woman let out an exclamation and took a step back.

“Oh!” The other party shouted, “My goodness. Where’s the hurry? My shoulder would have been smashed by you!”

The prop master and the woman seemed to know each other and he quickly apologized, “Xiao Mo, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you just now!”

The woman bent down to pick up the folder that had fallen on the ground and turned to the other person and said, “It’s okay, I’m not injured. You don’t have to worry about it, Shuangshuang.”

Wei Fuyuan heard the prop master ask, “Who are you talking to?”

“Let me introduce you to my new colleague.”

The woman smiled and replied, “What’s the matter? Isn’t she beautiful with big eyes and a small face?”

With that, she stretched her hand and pulled out a young girl from behind the corner of the wall.

The prop master, surnamed Xie, moved his eyes along the person’s face and then glanced at the linked arms of the two women.

The first thing that caught his eye was a fine, melon seed face that was nearly the size of a palm and a pair of shimmering, wide almond-shaped eyes.

“She just joined our department for an internship this month.”

The woman said her name.

“The name is ‘Yan Shuangshuang’, Yan as in the word for colour and Shuang, the frost of snow.”