Thriller Night Talk

Long Er told Beiquan that the content of the post was similar to what the female anchor said, but the person who posted the post had fairly average language skills, with confusing sentences and frequent grammar mistakes, which was far less concise and vivid than Mint's summary.

【To be honest, if Miss Mint hadn't mentioned this in the live broadcast...】

The second-year boy sneered disdainfully:

[On that broken post, what kind of stuff was written!Who has the patience to read it! 】

After all, he laughed again.

【But no matter what, he is still my senior. Thanks to him who shared the secret of [Biji Gate], I have the opportunity to embark on the fairy road! 】

Beiquan said "Oh": "Then you are really amazing."

He first offered a compliment that seemed sincere, and then cleverly continued to inquire:

"So, as long as you read that post, it is possible to cultivate immortals?"

【Hi, host, are you stupid!How easy it is! 】

The boy's answer was very hateful, 【It's so easy, isn't everyone in this world able to cultivate immortality? 】

He paused, then laughed again:

[Need talent!You need talent, you know! 】

Wei Fuyuan sat in the outer room, gritting his teeth.

He felt that if he had been the host instead, he would have probably fought with Long Er on the other end of the phone right now.

But Beiquan was not at all moved by the young man's arrogant attitude, his voice was still soft, "Oh? So, Long Er, your talent must be higher than others, right?"

【That is! 】

The second-year boy suddenly became excited, and his tone was higher than before.

[Let me tell you, host, just reading the post is not enough!You have to dream about that door to get started! 】

Next, Long Er told Bei Quan the results of his "cultivation" in the past few days, like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

It turned out that, as Mint said, after reading that post, some people would start to dream.

In the dream, they both saw the same door.

The black and white mist forms the shape of a yin and yang fish, connected end to end, circling endlessly, and the center like a whirlpool seems to lead to another world.

And in the dream, they all try to get close to that door.

Long Er said that not everyone who dreams of the gate can easily get close to the "two poles gate".

Only a genius like him who is endowed with spiritual roots and unique muscles and bones can get closer every time.

[Last night, I dreamed about the [Bipolar Gate] again!You know, I've already walked in front of it, reaching out to touch the door! 】

Long Er exclaimed excitedly:

[Just one more night!Tonight—yes, it must be tonight!I can open the door!I'm really going to cultivate immortals! 】

The second-year boy laughed wildly:

[Did you know, host, it only took me three nights to touch the door!This is simply the speed of a genius! 】

[When others could only vaguely see the outline, I touched the [Bipolar Gate]! 】

[I am the chosen one!Truly the chosen one! 】

Beiquan didn't interrupt him in a hurry.

After Long Er had shown off enough, Bei Quan went on to say:

"It's really amazing, I admire it!"

He smiled softly, "So, you must be the one who made the fastest progress?"

The arrogant laughter of the second-year boy suddenly stopped.

【Ah...this...】

Long Er actually wanted to say "Of course".

It's a pity that "Thriller Night Talk" was originally designed to guard against the fact that the caller might not want to reveal the truth for some reason, so a mechanism that cannot tell lies was added.

So Long Er could only hold back under the effect of the spell, and then grumbled reluctantly:

【That, that...not...】

Bei Quan asked with a smile, "Is there anyone faster than you?"

In fact, Long Er was not very happy to continue entangled on this topic, so he only responded vaguely:

【Well, probably...】

"You are so talented."

Beiquan didn't intend to let Long Er avoid this question, so he subtly guided it:

"Is there anyone more powerful than you?"

【Pooh! 】

The second-year boy is upset:

[Those people probably just saw the post before me!What's there to brag about! 】

"Oh?"

Beiquan asked again:

"How do you know that they entered the 'Bipolar Gate' one step ahead of you, and not just talking nonsense?"

【This...uh...】

Long Er was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be entangled.

【They said... they went in by themselves. 】

Afterwards, the boy told Beiquan that there is already an anonymous forum on the Internet that has opened a discussion board about "Bipolar Gate".

The active users in that section are all fans of fantasy and comprehension who are interested in "two poles gate".

Now most people are only in the two stages of "seeing" and "trying to see", but there are also a few people who claim that they have entered the "gate of bipolarity".

"Someone has already gone in?"

Beiquan expressed his surprise in a timely manner, and then asked a question that everyone cared about:

"Then what did they see in the door?"

The second-year boy answered quickly this time: [I don't know. 】

"do not know?"

Beiquan asked:

"Didn't they go in? How could they not know?"

[Because the rules in the [Bipolar Gate] do not allow them to speak out. 】

Long Er explained:

[As long as you tell what is in the [Bipolar Gate], you will lose the qualification to re-enter. 】

Afterwards, the middle school boy told Beiquan that those who had been inside left a message in the discussion board, saying that the [Bipolar Gate] is another world, and it is an absolutely shocking, magnificent fairyland that only appears in fantasy novels .

But when other people asked again, none of these users who claimed to have entered the site were willing to elaborate. They only asked others to continue to work hard and persevere with their hearts. One day they will go in and see for themselves.

When the first person said this, other users laughed at him for lying, bragging, and not writing drafts.

But not long after, the second, third, fourth... and even more people also claimed to have entered the "two-pole gate".

These people all claim that the world inside the "gate" has its own rules, and the rules require them not to reveal a single word about the specific situation in it, otherwise they will lose their qualifications to set foot in it forever.

These latecomers spoke with one voice, and among them were active accounts that had previously posted posts mocking the "senior", which made the "world inside the gate" statement more credible.

Long Er didn't believe it at first.

But he has been in that anonymous forum for more than half a month. Except for sleeping, he spends almost all his time on researching "Bijimen". He has read all the posts at least twice. In addition, he is familiar with the routines of urban cultivation novels, and he has already believed in the statement "cannot be disclosed".

[No matter what, anyway, I will be able to enter the [Bipolar Gate] soon! 】

There was a dull knocking sound from the other end of the phone, probably Long Er clenched his fist and thumped the table hard, 【At that time, we will be able to verify whether this statement is true or not! 】

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After finishing tonight's "Thriller Night Talk", Bei Quan came out of the studio.

"It's an interesting case this week."

Beiquan laughed and said:

"And no matter who the rage ghost possesses, it doesn't seem easy to deal with."

Jiang Nan'an stared at Beiquan with eyes full of complaints, "Why do you seem to hope to encounter trouble?"

"Haha."

Bei Quan reached out and patted Jiang Nan'an's shoulder, "You don't understand, sometimes, troublesome cases are more 'convenient'."

Jiang Nan'an: "???"

He looked confused:

"Convenient? Convenient for what?"

Beiquan smiled but did not answer.

"Okay, let Zhu Ling help us collect some information first, and you should go back to rest early."

Saying that, Bei Quan put his arm around Wei Fuyuan, turned around and walked to the bedroom, "I will discuss the rest when I wake up tomorrow morning."

After flickering away Comrade Xiao Jiang, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan entered the master bedroom.

"Beiquan."

Wei Fuyuan closed the door, turned his head and walked towards the big bed, "Why do I feel that you seem to be very interested in this case?"

Beiquan shook off the quilt, got into the bed, and asked with a smile, "Is it so obvious?"

"Ah."

Wei Fuyuan nodded.

Now Young Master Wei has a good understanding of his lover's character, and can detect his emotions from the subtle changes in his expression.

"Is there anything special about this case?"

Just now, Beiquan dismissed Jiang Nan'an casually on the grounds of "early rest", but was more than happy to explain a few more words to Wei Fuyuan.

He first asked a question: "Do you think this case is similar to some previous cases?"

Wei Fuyuan thought about it carefully, then shook his head: "I think it's more like Cthulhu... that's the one—"

He stretched out his hand and drew a spiral in the air, "Another dimension gate or something."

As a cultivator who has lived for more than 600 years, Beiquan has dabbled in the secrets of ancient times and the science and technology of the underworld more or less, but he has never been in contact with the Cthulhu mythology. Another young lover's stalk.

He could only smile awkwardly but politely, ignore the question just now, and talk about his thoughts.

"Is this way of guiding others to see certain things in a dream similar to Mr. A's dream of death cage?"

Beiquan laughed and said:

"And, it's another 'different space'."

Wei Fuyuan gave a clear "Oh".

Mr. A's Dream of a Cage was the first case he experienced when he first joined "Santuchuan", and he was naturally impressed.

As for the different space, Wei Fuyuan felt that Bei Quan was referring to what happened in Xuanmen Village.

"Could it be that... this is another fragmented space?"

"It's hard to say right now."

Beiquan spread his hands, "We still need more clues to be sure."

Wei Fuyuan rubbed his chin, "Since you said that, I remember it too."

He stared at Beiquan, his eyes burning, "Something can be seen through description... It also feels a bit like Yan Shuangshuang, the 'Daughter of Demon Nature'!"

Beiquan smiled and nodded, "So, it's interesting, isn't it?"