Thriller Night Talk

"Old man, I want to ask you something."

Beiquan moved a stool for Uncle Wang to sit down and talk.

Uncle Wang sat down tremblingly with his walking stick, "You, you can ask."

Beiquan squatted down in front of him, so that the old man could see his eyes without looking up.

"Do you remember how you fell?"

Uncle Wang thought that Beiquan was going to ask about his youngest son, but he didn't expect that the other party cared about him.

He nodded blankly:

"Remember, remember."

Uncle Wang replied:

"That day I wanted to play chess at Old Zhangtou's house, but as soon as I left the yard, I felt someone pushing me from behind..."

Beiquan confirmed:

"Do you think someone pushed you?"

Uncle Wang was stared at with such serious eyes by this handsome young man, somehow he felt a little embarrassed.

"Actually... I know, I walked out of my yard alone that day, and there was no one behind me... How could someone push me..."

He lowered his eyes in embarrassment:

"But I just feel... as if I was pushed hard by someone, and I just fell face down!"

Uncle Wang was afraid that Beiquan would not believe him, so he added eagerly:

"My wife said that I was tripped by the threshold! But, but at that time, I was out of the yard and my feet were firmly on my feet. How could I trip over the threshold!"

Beiquan turned his head to look in the direction of the courtyard gate, and had a vague guess in his heart.

Then he continued to ask: "So, when did you wake up this time?"

Uncle Wang heard the words and let out a long sigh:

"I didn't know anything after I fell... I just woke up two or three days ago..."

The old man couldn't help but began to wipe his tears as he spoke:

"My wife told me... our old son was murdered... Baotai is dead... dead!"

Then Uncle Wang cried and said that he never thought that he would have to have a white-haired man to give a black-haired man to him at this age. The old son would have an accident. Could it be that he caught the wrong man by accident?Damn it should be me.

Beiquan was not in a hurry to continue asking questions, but only asked the third question after the old man had cried enough:

"Old man, do you still remember who you saw in the days before you fell into a coma?"

"What do you mean?"

Uncle Wang blinked in confusion, "This... my wife, and the folks in the village... see you every day..."

At this time, Qingzhu interjected:

"Apart from relatives, friends and villagers, have you met anyone else?"

He emphasized:

"Especially strangers you've never met before."

Uncle Wang was taken aback by the question, with confusion and panic on his face.

He grabbed his crutches and thought hard for a long time.

"This...I went to the county to buy rice, flour, grain and oil last month, but my son-in-law and daughter drove me there...does that count?"

Qing Zhu nodded, "What else?"

"Furthermore...the elementary school in the village has a new teacher, and some brothers from the village committee and I treated her to a meal..."

Uncle Wang continued to think hard:

"Oh, and there was a person from the county the other day, who said he would set up a system for the elderly in the village, and go door-to-door to register materials..."

After Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu finished asking Uncle Wang, they asked Wang's family for two Wang Baotai's relics, and then they were about to leave.

When he walked out of the courtyard, Beiquan took a closer look at the threshold of Wang's house, and soon found out that it was tricky.

"It really is here."

He squatted in front of the threshold, opened the suitcase, and took out a long thin black iron needle.

The slender tip of the iron needle penetrated into the wood gap of the threshold, pulled it a few times, and picked out a piece of dirty torn paper.

Bei Quan stuffed the paper into a handkerchief and handed it to Qing Zhu and A Liu.

The two accompanying policemen were also very curious and couldn't help but leaned over together.

It was a piece of black paper that was only about the length of the little finger and no more than two centimeters wide. It was torn obliquely in two, and some kind of dark yellow paint was used to write some unintelligible ghost characters on the paper.

"This……"

The younger police officer would watch some weird movies when he was a student. At this time, he had a flash of inspiration and guessed roughly:

"Is this a drop head?"

Beiquan gave a "hmm" and said, "It's indeed the same thing."

He paused, and added:

"The old man of the Wang family was brought down by this talisman."

"But the murderer's target is obviously not Mr. Wang."

The green candle on the side said:

"That man just wanted the old man to suffer a serious illness, and then used this reason to lure Wang Baotai home."

The older policeman seemed to be unable to accept these explanations, staring at the tattered black talisman with hesitation on his face:

"But... why did the murderer beat around the bush?"

After asking, he slapped his forehead again, asking and answering himself:

"By the way, of course it's because it's easier to do it on the road!"

Beiquan smiled and nodded:

"So, the identity of the murderer is not difficult to find."

He said to the two police officers:

"Check the monitoring of the long-distance bus again, and see who are the people in the same car as Wang Baotai."

&&&&&&&&&

Saturday, August 8, at 7:35pm.

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an were sitting in the living room of the third-floor small western-style building, eating the dinner brought by Su Lang's eldest sister.

The young couple Cai Mingjian and Su Lan were sitting opposite them. Although they were also eating, they looked like they didn't know what to eat.

In the early hours of this morning, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an lost the shadow and had to go back to Cai and Su's home.

The couple naturally asked them what happened.

Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an could only temporarily change their rhetoric, saying that their current company is of a special nature, and they often receive some strange commissions, including dealing with some unnatural events.

Although the two of them are not "professionals", they have worked in the company for a long time, and they know a little bit about it.

"And Xiao Wei has yin and yang eyes!"

Jiang Nan'an slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back, laughed and said:

"Last night he found 'something' in your room and we ran after it."

Cai Mingjian was obviously not so easily persuaded:

"But you... so what if you catch up?"

"Hi!"

Jiang Nan'an simply took out the five emperors' coins tied with red strings from his pocket, "I brought some copper coins from the company that can ward off evil spirits when I went out, and I just wanted to see if it would work!"

Su Lan asked again:

"But...you jump off the second floor..."

Her subtext is, you two are too skilled, right?

"Hey, Xiaolan, have you forgotten? I have practiced kung fu before!"

With that said, Jiang Nan'an elbowed Wei Fuyuan next to him:

"Look at his figure, you can see that he has practiced, right! In fact, this kid is still practicing Muay Thai and Krav Maga until now, so it's not a problem to turn through the window!"

Cai Mingjian and Su Lan looked at each other, and reluctantly accepted Jiang Nan'an's statement.

"In that case..."

Su Lan looked at Wei Fuyuan timidly:

"D-did you actually see that, that...?"

Wei Fuyuan nodded: "I did see it."

In order to gain the trust of the two, Wei Fuyuan simply spoke in more detail.

He gestured on his waist with his hand:

"A black figure in the shape of a human being, about this height, with a build like a child, with scarlet eyes..."

Wei Fuyuan paused abruptly, looked at Su Lang, and said slowly:

"It's just squatting on the bedside table, huddled up, staring down at you."

Su Lan: "Ah!!!"

With a scream, the girl threw herself into her husband's arms, her whole body shaking like chaff.

Cai Mingjian was also quite frightened.

Wei Fuyuan's description is too specific, even he who has never had a dark shadow can instantly draw that terrifying picture in his mind, thinking that every day after they fall asleep, there will be such a shadow squatting on their bedside, At the end of the bed or in a corner of the room, just waiting to kill them...

"This this--"

Cai Mingjian felt like crying too:

"What, what shall we do!?"

Jiang Nan'an gave Wei Fuyuan's wit a hundred praises in his heart.

Seeing that the fire was almost ready, he struck while the iron was hot:

"I'm afraid that thing will hurt Xiaolan again."

Jiang Nan'an put on a worried look—in fact, he was really worried about his ex-girlfriend:

"Since Xiaowei can see it, why don't we stay here for two more days—at least when it appears, we can drive it away in time!"

In this way, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an changed from "guests" to "bodyguards" and settled down in Cai and Su's Xiaoyanglou.

The whole day was very peaceful, and the black shadow did not reappear once last night.

Hearing that last night's ceremony didn't work, Su Lan was like a frightened bird at first, restless.

She didn't even dare to take an extra sip of water because she was afraid that something would happen if she went to the toilet alone.

Jiang Nan'an felt distressed, in order to appease her, he had to give her a copper coin to carry with her, saying that it could ward off evil spirits.

However, the Great Five Emperors’ coins that Beiquan gave them were specially treated magic weapons, and they were not at the same level as Pin Xixi’s nine-yuan-nine-a-piece Xibei. Comrade Xiao Jiang was afraid that the copper coins would have too strong a demonic effect, making Su Lan If you wear it on your body, the black shadow might not dare to come.

So the one he gave to Su Lang was a "damaged item" that was thrown on Heiying last night and its yin qi washed away its yang qi. It was only used as a psychological comfort, but it was actually useless.

Sure enough, after getting the copper coins, Su Lang's spirits somewhat improved, and she began to be willing to drink water and eat.

Cai and Su waited in fear for a whole day. Not only did they not encounter any accidents, the girl didn't even "see" anything unusual, so they breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was the two "bodyguards" Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an who were responsible. As a result, their attitude towards them has become more polite.

"This... Xiao Jiang, Xiao Wei..."

At the dining table, Cai Mingjian specially opened a bottle of expensive champagne, and poured a glass for each of the two distinguished guests:

"I remember your company being able to help people with 'that kind of stuff.'"

He made a "haunted" mouth shape:

"I don't know...can you help us?"