Thriller Night Talk

Originally, Beiquan planned to use his own method to find the murderer, but after thinking about it, he told the two policemen about the special horoscope of Wang Baotai's birthday.

After the two police officers finished listening, they all showed unbelievable expressions as if they were listening to a strange novel.

"This……"

The younger police officer frowned:

"Is anyone really going to kill a person for such a random reason?"

He stared suspiciously at the photo on the glass wall:

"And... isn't this looking for a needle in a haystack?"

Although this police officer did not major in statistics, he was a good student who graduated from the Public Security University, and he knew things like probability.

Beiquan nodded: "That's right, it's indeed looking for a needle in a haystack."

Although half of the ten heavenly stems and twelve earthly branches belong to yin and half belong to yang, each accounting for one-half, but if all the horoscopes are yin, the probability is less than [-]/[-].

In fact, if Bei Quan guessed correctly, the murderer would have to look far beyond the date of birth, and also age and gender restrictions.

Calculated in this way, the probability of finding a satisfactory object may be less than one in a thousand.

Beiquan fixed his eyes on the police officer, and there was a flash of light in his maroon eyes:

"However, Wang Baotai's 'needle' did get the murderer out of the sea of ​​people."

The faces of the two police officers suddenly changed.

"Fuck!"

They looked at the slender man in the big-brimmed hat in the surveillance footage, and the victim sitting in front of him who knew nothing, and their worries grew.

"Yup……"

The younger police officer murmured in a low voice:

"The seat number of the long-distance bus is assigned in sequence according to the time of ticket purchase. If the murderer didn't buy the ticket just three times behind Wang Baotai..."

Another police officer interjected:

"That's the seat someone deliberately arranged for him."

After finishing speaking, the two police officers immediately turned their heads and went out, leaving Beiquan, Qingzhu and Aliu behind, and went straight to the office where the task force was located.

After the two police officers left, Beiquan got up and closed the door of the meeting room, locking it from the inside.

"Okay, the identity of the murderer is handed over to the police for investigation, we are responsible for another matter."

He spoke to the other two in the room.

Qingzhu and Aliu nodded, and also stood up.

Qingzhu dragged the conference table placed in the middle of the room to the corner, while A Liu closed all the windows tightly, leaving only half a knuckle and a small gap on the north-facing one.

Beiquan took out a small bag from the briefcase, tore open the small gap, slowly poured out the powder inside, and drew a white circle on the ground, leaving only a palm-wide gap on the north side.

These white powders are stone powder, because they are pure yin materials and have the effect of isolating yin and yang.

In the circle drawn by it, the yin and yang qi inside and outside cannot communicate with each other, only the small gap specially left by Beiquan allows "something" to pass through.

Then Beiquan took out another roll of red thread, and tied a "passage" at both ends of the gap in the window, extending to the circle drawn by the stone powder.

Finally, Beiquan set up the incense table in the circle, put the incense burner in place, lit the candles, inserted the sticks of incense, and nodded to Qingzhu and A Liu, indicating that they were ready.

Ah Liu, who usually doesn't talk much, actually smiled at this moment, and joked:

"Should we avoid it?"

"No need."

Beiquan also smiled:

"But it would be even better if Miss A Liu could lend me the little things on your wrist."

A Liu smiled softly, took off a gold chain from her wrist, and threw it to Beiquan.

On her bracelet are two translucent flakes, each about the size of a bottle cap, which at first glance look like opaque crystals.But upon closer inspection, the two flakes were semi-rhombic in shape, slightly thicker at the front end and thinner at the end, and turned out to be the scales of some kind of reptile.

Beiquan took out a set of home clothes and put them in front of the incense table. He asked Wang Baotai's parents for the clothes the victim used to wear, and put two drops of blood on them—the fingertip blood from Wang Baotai's parents.

In the end, he pressed the bracelet that Ah Liu borrowed from him on the blood drop, tied a red thread on the scales, and tied the other end to his finger.

After doing all this, Beiquan flipped his wrist and melted out the Qingguang Vientiane Pen.

Although Beiquan himself is only a handful of years old, the body he "possesses" is actually only 27 years old. In addition, he was sent to the secret land of Zhuling shortly after he was born, and he only returns to the "mortal world" here. Two or three years.

Therefore, the name of "Beiquan" himself has not been widely spread in the circle of magicians or alchemists, and there are even fewer people who have seen him make a move.

At this moment, when Qingzhu and Aliu saw Beiquan revealing their natal magic weapon, their eyes were filled with fear, and they cheered up and stared at him intently.

Beiquan slashed his wrist, and using blood as a medium, he began to draw symbols in mid-air.

Unlike Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an who knew nothing about spells, although Qing Zhu and A Liu were not among the best, they knew some tricks. It could be seen that Beiquan drew a self-created nested spell, and at the same time Possesses the dual effects of summoning souls and attracting souls.

"sharp."

A Liu praised softly: "As expected of a master in Zhuling's secret realm."

After the spell was written, Beiquan slapped the blood-red rune on Wang Baotai's clothes.

The charm suddenly turned into red light and melted into the clothes.

At the same time, the green smoke from the three strands of incense in the incense burner suddenly doubled in thickness, twisted into a bunch, and floated out towards the gap left by the window.

Qing Zhu and A Liu waited for a while.

The red thread tied to Beiquan's finger suddenly moved.

A few seconds later, he suddenly closed his eyes and fell to the ground with a "boom".

A Liu was taken aback, and reflexively wanted to go and have a look.But as soon as she lifted her leg, she was held down by the green candle beside her.

At this moment, Beiquan, who was lying on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ah... ah ah..."

He let out a hoarse cry.

It was not Beiquan's usual voice. Although he sounded young, it seemed that he had been crying for a long time, and his voice had long since become hoarse.

"Ah... I am wronged... so wronged..."

Aliu understood immediately.

"Wang Baotai."

She called out the other person's name.

"Beiquan" got up from the ground, looked around blankly, his eyes circled around, did not stop at Qingzhu and Aliu, and finally turned to the window facing north, staring at the only gap in confusion.

"Where am I... are you? Who are you?"

A Liu replied: "My name is A Liu."

"Beiquan" asked again: "Where are you? Why can't I see you?"

Ah Liu said, "But you can hear my voice."

Just now Beiquan drew a circle with lime lime to isolate the internal and external yin and yang, so even if he possessed Beiquan, Wang Baotai, who was inside the circle, would not be able to see Qingzhu and Aliu standing outside the circle.

From his current perspective, he seems to be standing in a thick fog. Except for a small piece of floor under his feet, the surrounding area is all gray. He can neither see through nor walk out. The narrow and long path is deep and winding, with no end in sight and no idea where it leads.

Although Wang Baotai couldn't see A Liu, but A Liu's bracelet was pressed on the object that communicated with him, so he could hear A Liu's voice.

He died tragically for many days, and his soul wandered in the wilderness, never to return.

This was the first time he heard another person's voice. Although he was frightened and bewildered, he still shouted eagerly, as if he had finally caught driftwood:

"Please help me! Please help me!"

"Don't panic."

A Liu's voice was soft, with a vague ending, like a gossamer, blending into the quiet night, with a certain indescribable sense of mystery and solemnity.

"Tell me, how did you die?"

Upon hearing this question, "Beiquan" began to cry again.

Yes, Wang Baotai knew that he was dead.

Even if you don't want to, it's impossible to come back from the dead.

——But he only lived for less than 24 years!

Thinking of this, "Beiquan" felt so sad that he almost couldn't speak.

"do not Cry!"

Ah Liu's words were still soft, but his tone became sharper.

Even for a master like Beiquan, being possessed by ghosts for too long is not good for him. A Liu didn't intend to give Wang Baotai enough time to vent.

She wants a quick fix and asks for as much information as possible:

"Answer me, how did you die?"

"Beiquan" stopped crying, and stood there, looking around in panic, as if trying to find the person who spoke.

It's a pity that no matter how he looks at it, the only thing he can see is the winding and ghostly path that Beiquan walked through when he was drawn to him.

"I...I don't know..."

"Beiquan" answered in a trembling and confused voice:

"I want to go back to my hometown... First I took the high-speed rail, then I changed to a long-distance bus... Then, then... I took a motorcycle at the bus station..."

Ah Liu asked: "And then?"

"Beiquan" replied tremblingly:

"The motorcycle had an accident on the way, the car overturned, the driver and I fell down...then..."

His voice choked up:

"And then I died... I knew... I, I knew..."

Said, "Beiquan" cried again.

Ah Liu asked again: "How do you know that you are dead?"

"Beiquan" answered while crying:

"Something went through my head and I levitated... saw... saw my dead body... and..."

He paused:

"...and that man..."

Ah Liu walked to the glass wall, took off the surveillance photo of the man in black, and threw it into the circle drawn by the stone.

"Look, is it this person?"

"Bei Quan" was startled when he saw a photo suddenly appeared at his feet, then he opened his eyes wide and nodded vigorously, "Yes! It's this person! It's this person!"

Ah Liu asked again: "Well, what then?"

"Then, that man moved my body into the car and drove away..."

"Beiquan" stared at the photo at his feet with eyes full of pain, fear and hatred:

"He left 'me' where I am! I can't find my way home! I'm dead! I can't go back!"

The author has something to say: happy cow year!I wish all readers, little angels, all the best in the new year, all wishes come true, safety and health, and a lot of money! ⊙▽⊙

It's the New Year, and the plot is still separating Beiquan and Xiaowei. I'm really sorry. When this part is done, there will be a lot of sugar!