Thriller Night Talk

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“The tears I sprayed on your eyes just now were cow’s tears.”

Bei Quan tried to help Wei Fuyuan up, but the young master was too tall and strong for him to pull up.

“By the way, what you saw was not an illusion. It was a real ghost.”

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

He turned his head with his eyes wide open, and stared at Bei Quan in shock.

He had vigorously blinked many times just now, but he still couldn’t erase the gray figure’s imprint from his retina.

Even if he was unwilling to accept reality, Wei Fuyuan had to admit that the shadow of the human figure was too real to be passed off as an illusion.

But, even if seeing is believing, he still couldn’t accept it!

“Tsk!”

Bei Quan’s eyes widened like a goldfish’s when he turned to look at Wei Fuyuan. He clicked his tongue.

“Unexpectedly, you are quite stubborn.”

With that, he turned his back to Young Master Wei. Wei Fuyuan didn’t know what he was doing.

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

He didn’t have to wait long to find out.

Approximately three seconds later, Bei Quan suddenly turned around, appearing behind Wei Fuyuan like a flash of lightning and smacked Wei Fuyuan on the back of the head.

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

At that moment, he felt as if a hammer had hit him on the head.

For some reason, however, young Master Wei didn’t feel any pain from the impact. There was only dizziness; the sky was spinning around him. Then, there was a golden light flashing in front of him before the world went black.

He felt himself lurching forward uncontrollably. He stretched his hands forward instinctively, hoping to maintain his balance.

The next second, Wei Fuyuan found himself falling into someone’s arms.

He reluctantly opened his eyes.

Sure enough, it wasn’t an illusion. Young Master Wei was lying in Bei Quan’s arms, while the other party was supporting his back with his other hand, and letting him lean on his shoulder. He looked like a frail little bird relying on this person.

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

Young Master Wei couldn’t process what had happened quick enough and was shocked to the brink of brain collapse.

He saw Bei Quan’s eyes curve as he showed a charming smile.

The next second, Wei Fuyuan’s body lightened and he was lifted up by Bei Quan with one hand.

Then, like a sack of cotton, Young Master Wei was suddenly thrown at the gray figure.

Wei Fuyuan couldn’t hold back his panic anymore and squeezed out a shrill cry.

He thought that he was about to be forced into giving an overly aggressive, intimate hug to this gray unidentified thing. He felt panic and despair but could only close his eyes.

When Wei Fuyuan came in contact with the gray thing, he felt as if he had slipped into a viscous, unidentifiable liquid.

The icy-cold, sticky liquid wrapped him tightly as he felt another person’s confused and broken scream flowing into his mind.

[Don’t! Don’t! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!!]

[I didn’t mean it! I didn’t set the fire on purpose!!]

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

[I didn’t know that cigarette butts would ignite the garbage!]

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

As the howls and cries of fear echoed around him, Wei Fuyuan struggled to open his eyes.

From what he could tell, he was sitting on the ground, shaking all over, with tears and snot all over his face, and fear and regret drilling into his chest.

Wei Fuyuan saw that an old Mitsubishi was in front of him and a man in white was standing next to the Mitsubishi, holding the door open with one hand as he pushed the car towards him slowly inch by inch—— like a child moving a toy car.

The white figure was extremely tall. With just a glance, you could tell he was at least two meters tall. The white figure was wearing a loose linen robe and a pointed sack of the same color on his head, and he only had two holes cut out for his eyes.

——It was The “Executioner”!!

Wei Fuyuan instantly thought of the name “it”— given by Mr. A.

[I’m sorry! I’m sorry!]

[Don’t kill me! Please, don’t kill me! ]

Wei Fuyuan heard himself frantically repeating these words. His muscles cramped as he yelled out, as if he was trying his best to escape the danger.

But, he could not 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.

[Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!]

[Please forgive me!]

Suddenly, the back of the Mitsubishi car directly smashed into him.

Wei Fuyuan felt himself soar out on his back like a kite and then a sharp pain from something penetrating his chest from the back.

He opened his eyes and gazed at the dark, empty sky above him. There was only one thought in his heart:

[This is retribution——]

…

“Ha!”

Wei Fuyuan suddenly opened his eyes and realized that he was lying on the ground, spread out like a starfish, while Bei Quan was poking his cheek with a finger, “OK, it’s time to come back.”

Young Master Wei abruptly sat up and looked around in alarm.

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

“Well, is that—— was that Meng Mouchang?”

Wei Fuyuan pointed at the gray figure in front of him and said with a trembling voice, “I saw it! He, he said he set the fire! He smoked and threw the cigarette butt that lit the garbage and caused the building to burn!”

He turned to look at Bei Quan, still immersed in the excitement, unable to extricate himself.

“Also, I saw the “Executioner”! It really exists! It made the car hit Meng Mouchang!”

———————————-

The next day, April 24, Saturday.

Wei Fuyuan was feeling particularly sluggish today. Even the scenic resort couldn’t lift his spirits.

He had no idea what Bei Quan did to make his soul separate from his body to give him a first perspective view of Meng Mouchang getting hit by a car, and then getting stabbed to death on the fence.

Wei Fuyuan couldn’t sleep all night because of all the fear and despair he felt. He barely managed to doze off when it was nearly dawn. And even then, he was dug out of bed by Beiquan before 8 a.m. and told it was time to go out.

The two had a hasty breakfast at Sāntúchuān broadcasting company before Wei Fuyuan drove them to the scenic spot in the neighboring city under the instruction of his boss.

This time, they were going to the place where the fourth deceased and the only female victim, Lin Xue, was involved.

Fortunately, the car’s condition was good all the way over. At 11 a.m., they moved into the resort next to the scenic spot.

The resort was a single-family, small cottage that had double rooms with their own bathrooms.

The room ordered by Bei Quan was on the second floor that had a window you could open to view a big lake filled with lotuses.

Although it was not the blooming season for the lotuses, the lake was still spotted with lovely lotus leaves. When the wind blew, ripples of green appeared, which made the lake appear astonishingly beautiful despite the absence of flowers.

It was a pity that Young Master Wei wasn’t in the mood to appreciate it.

As soon as he entered the room, he threw his knapsack into the corner, threw himself on one of the beds and fell asleep.

When Wei Fuyuan woke up, the sky was completely dark.

“Just in time.”

Bei Quan was sitting on his bed, reading. When he heard the person in the other bed turning over and lifting the quilt, he grabbed up a sandwich from the bedside table and tossed it into Young Master Wei’s arms.

“Make do with this and get ready to work.”

Wei Fuyuan’s anxiety, which had been partially alleviated after he had slept, instantly resurfaced.

He had missed lunch, and it was already evening. He was so hungry that a sandwich was not nearly enough for him.

Young Master Wei climbed out of bed, casually put on his coat, mumbled a: “I’m going out to eat,” and went straight out of the door. He slammed the door hard, leaving with a loud bang.

“Tsk.”

Bei Quan shook his head at the trembling door frame, “Young man, the dog has a bad temper.”

It was an hour later before Wei Fuyuan finally returned with a full stomach.

By this time, it was nine p.m at night.

“The scenic spot has long been closed.” 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑛𝘰𝑣𝑒𝘭.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Wei Fuyuan said to Bei Quan when he walked in.

The implication was that “it is no longer possible for you to enter the scenic spot to investigate Lin Xue’s death today.”

“Isn’t this better though?”

Bei Quan smiled and got up, picked up his suitcase and took the long-handled black umbrella. The handle of the umbrella was tilted and lightly tapped Wei Fuyuan’s shoulder.

“Let’s go, let’s go over now.”

They followed the signposts around the resort to find the entrance of the scenic spot.

Indeed, as Wei Fuyuan had said, the door was locked and only the light in the security room next to it was still on. A middle aged man in uniform was sitting at the table by the window, concentrating on playing games with his mobile phone.

“See, I said we couldn’t get in!”

After yesterday’s experience, Wei Fuyuan’s materialist world outlook had been broken by 70%, and the remaining 30% were on the verge of collapse.

His small heart was suffering so much that he didn’t want to be hit again so soon. In line with the ostrich mentality of delaying for a while, Young Master Wei hoped that his boss would change his mind and let him go back to his room to rest.

It was a pity that his wish was destined to never be granted.

With a click, Bei Quan suddenly opened the black umbrella he had been hanging on his elbow.

The surface of the black umbrella was bigger than that of an ordinary umbrella. It was more than enough for two people to stand under.

Wei Fuyuan noted that the surface of the umbrella was entirely dull and black from the outside, but when it was opened, the lining appeared like silk stitching, and when lit by light, it reflected the faint light like ripples.

But there was neither sun nor rain; no reason to pull an umbrella out. When Bei Quan suddenly opened a black umbrella. There was a strange feeling, which made Young Master Wei feel inexplicably worried.

Bei Quan reached out and dragged Wei Fuyuan under the umbrella.

“Remember to follow me closely.”

With that, he put one hand around Wei Fuyuan’s arm and the other hand around the black umbrella, and then began walking towards the security duty room.

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

——What kind of extreme operation was this!

He was so taken aback that he had the horrified expression of Edward Munch in his heart.

——What did Bei Quan want to do!?

——Walking in with an umbrella in this way, wouldn’t it just make people think they were crazy!?

Wei Fuyuan twisted a few times and tried to break free from Bei Quan’s grip, but the opponent held it securely and walked at a fast pace.

Just as Young Master Wei was struggling to come up with an idea on how to deal with the security guard, they had already reached the window and were not more than half a meter away from the people inside.

Facts had yet proven that Wei Fuyuan underestimated Bei Quan’s means.

Bei Quan clutched his umbrella while leading Wei Fuyuan past the security room window and proceeded step by step to the iron gate at the scenic spot’s entrance.

The entrance gate was closed tightly.

Wei Fuyuan looked back. The security guard was still immersed in his game world and had not noticed them pass by.

He tried to reach out and tugged on the iron gate.

It didn’t even budge.

“This…”

Wei Fuyuan turned to look at Bei Quan, “If I can’t open the door, we still can’t get in!”

The corners of Bei Quan’s lips curled upwards as he stretched out his hand and pulled on the iron gate.

With a crispy sound, the gate to the entrance opened.

Wei Fuyuan: “??”

He had just confirmed that the iron gate was locked securely!

Bei Quan pushed the iron gate open, slid the umbrella and smiled lightly, “Go in.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

——Fuck! What a clever trick: to pretend to be frail!

While cursing Bei Quan in his heart, he followed silently.