Thriller Night Talk

Originally, Xu Lei's matter had been handed over to "Special Seven", so Bei Quan didn't need to worry about it.

However, before the "Special Seven" discussed what to do with the girl, Xu Lei died, and died of a murder cleverly disguised as a natural death. Outside of a small dimple, there wasn't even any wound left.

As a result, "Special Seven" also felt the seriousness of the problem.

In view of the fact that Xu Lei's ability was discovered by Beiquan and the others when they were tracking the ghost, so this time the person was killed, "Special Seven" invited Beiquan here, and wanted to hear his thoughts on this.

So Wei Fuyuan was at the side, listening to his boss and the bearded man having a discussion about how Xu Lei died, and he also released Guan Hu Suying to let the little guy around Turned around.

After about an hour's delay, Beiquan took Wei Fuyuan out of the funeral home.

After learning the news of Xu Lei's death, Wei Fuyuan felt a little depressed that day.

Although Xu Lei almost forced herself to jump off the 32nd floor of the hotel apartment, but after all, she is a school girl she just met not long ago, and she is still a girl in her prime, as a senior, Wei Fuyuan still inevitably feels faint sad.

Originally, he had just communicated with Beiquan, and it was the time when he wanted to do all the happy things in the world. When Xu Lei was killed suddenly, it was like pouring cold water on him, and he couldn't arouse any interest immediately up.

On the matter of investigating the cause of Xu Lei's death, Wei Fuyuan knew that he couldn't help, so he simply stopped asking, and just changed the topic to another matter.

"what?"

Beiquan raised his eyebrows, quite surprised:

"You mean you want to learn Taoism?"

Wei Fuyuan nodded vigorously.

Just now when he was listening to the discussion between Bei Quan and the bearded man of the "Special Seven", 90.00% of them didn't understand. I was also afraid that my thoughts were too naive, and that I would expose myself as a layman who knew nothing about magic, so I swallowed all my words.

This feeling is really not good, Wei Fuyuan felt aggrieved.

So he proposed to learn Taoism from Beiquan.

Wei Fuyuan figured, in this way, when something happens next time, at least he can make do with it.

But he didn't expect that Beiquan shook his head.

"No."

他 说:

"You are not a material for learning Taoism."

Wei Fuyuan exploded on the spot:

"You didn't even teach, how do you know that I'm not a material for learning Taoism!?"

He almost wanted to grab Bei Quan's shoulder and shake it vigorously:

"The last time you taught me that - that 'magic general technique', didn't I memorize the curse word for word for word?! Isn't this very good?!"

Beiquan looked at him sideways, pursed his lips and smiled lightly:

"Then do you remember how long you memorized it?"

"I……"

Wei Fuyuan was dumbfounded, thinking of his painful experience of nagging until midnight, he felt sorry for him, but his mouth was stiff as if he was dead:

"Anyway... I've memorized it..."

Beiquan shook his head with a smile.

"You, there are too many things in your head."

He raised his hand and tapped Wei Fuyuan's forehead lightly:

"No matter how much you learn, you won't be able to pretend."

In fact, Wei Fuyuan was born with the roots of wisdom, and possessed great merits and virtues, so he should have a destiny of great achievements.

It's a pity that he grew up in the brocade, and he has grown into his 20s. He has already been baptized by the information explosion, and there are too many modern information in his mind. Too late.

One way of Tao is mysterious and profound, but the road you walk is very boring and lonely.

Although Wei Fuyuan is his little boyfriend, Beiquan thinks he is very kind and cute everywhere.

But Beiquan is still very self-aware.

He didn't think he could teach it, and he didn't think Wei Fuyuan could learn it.

"Just... teach me a little bit."

Wei Fuyuan still refused to give up:

"For example, like opening the eyes of the sky, I can still learn it..."

He pursed his mouth and beeped softly:

"I'm your man, more or less better than now, right? This way you'll have more face when you take him out..."

Beiquan secretly felt it was funny, and felt a little warmth from it.

"How about this."

He pondered for a moment:

"It's true that there's not much I can teach you, but Jiang Nan'an is practicing outsider kung fu just like you."

Beiquan smiled:

"It might be more appropriate for you to learn from him."

Wei Fuyuan's eyes widened instantly, with an expression of disbelief.

Although Comrade Xiao Jiang no longer has a competitive relationship with him, he is not worthy of being regarded as a love rival by him.

But with Wei Fuyuan's arrogant and domineering young master's temperament, even his own father is not convinced, so how can he put down his dignity and condescend to ask a young man about his age for advice?

"...what can he teach me?"

Wei Fuyuan was not convinced, and his face was stretched:

"If you really hit the fist, he might not be able to beat me!"

Beiquan saw through Wei Fuyuan's mind at a glance, and began to masturbate along his hair very skillfully.

"It's not about letting him teach you martial arts."

He smiled at Wei Fuyuan:

"Do you still remember the trick he used on the balcony? Covering the nunchuck with Gang Qi can block the Yin Qi of the Hateful Ghost."

Beiquan pointed out:

"You can learn from Xiao Jiang how to control the energy in your body."

Wei Fuyuan nodded thoughtfully, his face gradually softened.

After thinking about it for a long time, he was persuaded by Beiquan, and decided to hurry up sooner rather than later, and now he mentioned this matter to Jiang Nan'an.

So he took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to Comrade Xiao Jiang.

Jiang Nan'an was also a straightforward person, so he quickly agreed to Wei Fuyuan's request.

The two agreed to train for two hours every afternoon on the balcony of "Santuchuan" when they were free during the summer vacation, until Wei Fuyuan could use his meritorious power freely.

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Thursday, August 8, at 5:57 p.m.

It's time for the weekly "Thriller Night Talk" to start broadcasting again.

Bei Quan sat in front of the broadcasting station early, while Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an squeezed side by side in the slightly narrow outer room, pinched the watch and pressed the master control switch.

The second hand went to the twelve o'clock position.

Beiquan pressed the broadcast button.

"Welcome to Midnight Radio's "Thriller Night Talk", this is the anchor Bei Quan."

Accompanied by the faint sound of rustling electricity, Beiquan's gentle and magnetic voice sounded in the microphone.

"Please tell your story, however bizarre it may be."

Through a piece of glass, Wei Fuyuan looked at the fair and handsome man sitting in front of the radio station, and a sweet warmth rose in his heart.

At the same time last week, he knew that he was about to be fired, and he was full of pain and unwillingness, as well as faint resentment.

Unexpectedly, the situation turned around, and after only a week, he and his beloved Beiquan were able to lie on the same bed in the same bed.

...Of course, it would be even better if it is not just a quilt and pure sleep.

Wei Fuyuan stared at the elongated neckline of Beiquan because he lowered his head to adjust the microphone, and swallowed hard, feeling that his throat was inexplicably thirsty.

Just when Wei Fuyuan's heart fluttered and he couldn't help but start to distract himself, Beiquan had finished chatting briefly and announced that he was ready to answer the hotline:

"Next, what kind of story will we hear?"

[Bell——Ring——]

After about a few seconds, the phone rang suddenly.

Beiquan smiled slightly and pressed the call button:

"Okay, let's hear what he or she has to say to us."

【Hello, host...】

A young man's voice came from the loudspeaker, tentatively asking:

【can you hear me? 】

"I heard it very clearly."

Beiquan smiled and replied:

"What should I call you?"

The man on the other end of the phone paused:

[Call me Jian. 】

Just as Beiquan briefly said these two sentences to the man who called himself "Ajian", Jiang Nan'an, who was sitting outside, suddenly said "Oh?"

Naturally, his exclamation could not be heard in the studio, but Wei Fuyuan who was sitting next to him could hear it clearly.

"Shh!"

Wei Fuyuan turned his head, raised a finger, made a "silence" gesture, and lowered his voice: "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Nan'an quickly made a gesture of zipping his mouth, and leaned over to answer softly:

"I listened to his voice...it always seemed a bit familiar."

Wei Fuyuan frowned.

To him, this man's voice was very ordinary, neither pleasant nor irritating.If he had to look for special codes, Wei Fuyuan could barely say that his Mandarin had a local accent, and he was probably a resident of Fengxing or the surrounding towns.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"

Wei Fuyuan said to Jiang Nan'an:

"Could it be your acquaintance?"

Jiang Nan'an was deep in thought, but still couldn't remember:

"I just think it sounds familiar..."

While Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nanan were whispering outside, "Ajian" had already started to tell Beiquan about his troubles.

[Speaking of... I actually just got married. 】

Beiquan said, "Congratulations."

Ah Jian smiled wryly on the other end of the phone:

【Alas... Actually, there is nothing to be happy about. 】

Ajian told Beiquan that his wife was a junior in his university, three years younger than him, the class flower in the class, and she was very beautiful.

His own conditions can only be considered mediocre, and his victory lies in his perseverance.

In order to pursue his wife, Ah Jian rejected an offer from a large southern company after graduation and chose to stay and work locally.

After a lot of hard work, he finally embraced the beauty, and he achieved a positive result last month and entered the palace of marriage.

But after getting married, he soon discovered that something was wrong with his wife.

【Xiaolan always says that someone is following her. 】

The first time Ah Jian's wife, Xiaolan, felt that someone was following her was on the third day after their marriage.

They booked flights to the Maldives for their honeymoon and were busy packing.

In the evening, Xiaolan went out to pick up a courier, and when she came back her face was as pale as paper, she grabbed Ah Jian's arm and told him that she seemed to be being followed.