Thriller Night Talk

On August 8th, "Thriller Night Talk" was broadcast on time, and the caller was a junior high school girl.

She narrated the strange experience of the little brother next door on the phone, and Beiquan quickly found the person involved according to the clues provided by the little sister.

This is not a difficult case.

The boy's father was possessed by a vengeful ghost because of his greed, and Bei Quan led Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an to easily subdue and seal this vengeful ghost.

During the process of handling the whole case, Bei Quan did not find any traces related to Ah Song.

Same for the next week.

During these two weeks, Beiquan would communicate with "Special Seven" every now and then.

Qingzhu and Aliu told him that they are still investigating the identity of the fourth person who was taken away.

Although "Special Seven" is using both science and metaphysics to investigate the true identity of the person who was taken away, it is a pity that Ah Song is a very cautious person, and he still has not revealed his fox tail.

Both Beiquan and Teqi feel very helpless about this, but they can only continue to investigate.

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and soon it was late August.

Thursday, August 8, at 26:57pm.

It's that time of the week for another week of Thriller Night Talk.

Everything is ready.

Sitting in the studio, Beiquan gestured to the two people outside the glass.

Wei Fuyuan decisively pressed the master control switch.

The second hand of the mechanical wall clock had just dropped 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."

Amidst the faint sound of electric current, Bei Quan leaned close to the microphone and spoke his opening remarks in a gentle and magnetic tone.

"Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it may be."

Beiquan's voice is as pleasant as ever, just listening to it will make you feel happy, with a natural and relaxing magic power, as if no matter what troubles you have, just talk to him and they will definitely be resolved.

Facts in the past have also proved that Beiquan can indeed solve the troubles of every confidant.

"Okay, let's take the hotline call tonight and hear what kind of story he or she has for us."

[Bell——Ring——]

After a brief silence of less than two seconds, the phone rang impatiently.

"It seems that tonight's guests can't wait any longer."

Beiquan laughed and joked, and at the same time pressed the call button:

"Hi, welcome to Thriller Night Talk."

A young man's voice came from the loudspeaker: [Huh?Is it me? !It's me right? ! 】

Although the caller only said a short nine words, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an sitting outside are enough to judge that the caller should be quite young, and it sounds like a junior high school student, or at most someone who has just been promoted. high school age.

The two quickly looked at each other, and both saw a little bit of amusedness and helplessness in each other's eyes.

They just answered a call from a 13-year-old junior high school student two weeks ago, how come another middle school student came so soon.

"Yes."

Beiquan replied softly, "What should I call you?"

【Oh, it's really me! 】

The little boy who called was obviously very excited. He didn't listen to what Beiquan was saying at all. After realizing that it was him who made the call, he started beeping on his own.

[Haha, I knew it!Hahahaha, my luck is really good!I am the Chosen One! 】

Beiquan: "..."

He has hosted "Thriller Night Talk" for more than a year, and this is the first time he has encountered such a unique caller.

None of the previous callers were trembling, worried, or even incoherent in fear. Without Bei Quan's guidance, they would not be able to explain clearly what happened every minute.

But this middle school student was obviously a little too lively.

No, not so much "lively" as "excited".

The boy was still chattering excitedly on the phone, to the effect that he was chosen by heaven and was about to enter the fairyland, and when he had attained cultivation, he must teach those classmates who looked down on him in the class, Yunyun.

If it was an ordinary midnight radio supernatural hotline, the host would have hung up the phone when encountering such a caller with a burst of aura.

However, "Thriller Night Talk" cannot be hung up casually.

On the contrary, Beiquan had to gather as much useful information as possible from the second-year middle school boy before he was noticed by the angry ghost.

"excuse me."

Beiquan raised the volume, briefly overshadowing the boy's voice:

"May I know your name?"

【……Oh. 】

The boy seemed to have finally realized that he seemed a little too excited.

He cleared his throat embarrassingly.

[Cough, you call me Long Ao... No, just, just call me [Long Er]. 】

"Okay, Long Er."

Beiquan pretended that he didn't notice the three words "Long Aotian" that the boy almost blurted out just now.

"Can you tell me specifically, what interesting things have happened to you recently?"

[Hey, host, you don't understand this! 】

Long Er almost couldn't wait to retort:

【This is not an 〖interesting thing〗, you should call it an 〖opportunity〗!Do you understand chance? !I am much better than Yang Guo!I'm about to start cultivating immortals! 】

The corners of Beiquan's lips curled up silently.

The word "chance" was mentioned in front of Gaotu in Zhuling Secret Realm, this child is quite cute.

"Oh?"

Beiquan pretended to be interested and deliberately raised his voice:

"What is the chance?"

【Ha ha! 】

Long Er laughed, 【Host, you really asked me!Surely you want to know too, right? 】

Bei Quan touched softly, "Of course, this is the opportunity that everyone dreams of."

He is well versed in the knack of getting clichés out of the mouth of the second child, and lowered his voice, "Can you reveal more or less?"

If Beiquan directly asked him what the "opportunity" was, then the bear child would probably have to sell it, but Beiquan added "more or less", and Long Er inexplicably wanted to talk.

So he started talking non-stop.

【Moderator, have you heard of [Bipolar Gate]? 】

Long Er laughed:

【〖Bipolar Gate〗is the〖Opportunity〗that I encountered! 】

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Afterwards, Long Er, a second-year middle school boy, told Bei Quan a story that seemed to be the beginning of a third-rate urban cultivation essay.

As Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan'an guessed, Long Er was a 14-year-old second-year student.

Like many boys of this age, this kid likes anime, mobile games, online articles, live broadcasts and most of the entertainment that has nothing to do with learning.

In reality, he is ugly, not good at sports, and has no talent. His grades are even at the bottom of the class, and he belongs to the type who has no sense of presence in the class.

But one day, when this ordinary boy was browsing a video website, he clicked into a live broadcast.

The hostess of that live broadcast was a very beautiful and cute girl, whose online name was "Vanilla Flavored Mint" and her nickname was "Mint". She usually sang and sang during the live broadcast, or interacted with water friends and played games or something, but She neither sang nor played games that day, but told the audience about the strange things she encountered recently.

Mint said that he saw a post on the Internet with the title "Do you know "Bijimen"?" "

In that post, the poster described in detail a dream he had, in which there was a door.

The door frame is very strange, it is neither wooden nor metal, but two flowing qi, one black and one white, connected to each other, end to end, constantly changing and rotating, it looks a bit like a yin and yang fish in Tai Chi.

The person who posted said that since one day, after he dreamed about this door, this door often appeared in his dreams, and it became more and more frequent.

Every time he dreamed of it, he was closer to the door. Last night, he had already walked in front of the door, and he could touch the door that looked like a whirlpool.

While Mint was broadcasting live, she also clicked on her favorite posts on her mobile phone, leaned in front of the screen, and proved to the audience that what she said was true.

At the end of the post, there is a piece of scribbled graffiti.

Graffiti is drawn with a pencil on a notebook with lines, and then posted on the Internet after being photographed with a mobile phone.

A circle is drawn on the picture, which is joined end to end by two half-arcs of half black and half white. The two half-arcs are olive-shaped with a thick middle and thin ends. If the anchor Mint hadn’t said in advance that it was a “yin-yang fish” , It is really difficult to connect with Tai Chi gossip.

When Mint said this, the live interactive area was full of laughter, everyone said that this stalk is very interesting, inexplicably quite restrained, but when did the gate of the different dimension become a Pisces shape, is there something wrong with this combination of Chinese and Western? .

But Mint put away her smile, and told the audience seriously that since she read this post, somehow, she also began to dream about this "two-pole gate".

[I still remember what Sister Mint said at the time. 】

Long Er, a middle school boy, repeated the female anchor's words on the other end of the phone:

[〖I think this door is calling me〗. 】

"Oh?"

Beiquan asked: "And then?"

Long Er replied: [Then I thought this incident was very interesting, so I searched for this post on the Internet. 】

Mint's popularity on that live broadcast site can only be considered mid-range. Every time a live broadcast is launched, the audience ranges from a few thousand to as many as tens of thousands.

Many of these viewers directly searched for the keyword "two poles gate" after watching the live broadcast, and then reported in the interactive area that the webpage had been "404 not found" and could not be opened at all, and then the topic disappeared. , and soon no one cared anymore.

But Long Er is not.

I don't know why, when Long Er saw the "two poles gate", he had a strong intuition, he must see this post with his own eyes, and find out what it is.

So he decisively used his knowledge as a computer nerd to set up a website, and after several twists and turns, he finally saw the complete content of the deleted post from the cache of a search engine on an external network.