Ch3 - You mean, foreseeing dreams?

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The living conditions were bad, but the poor young Master Wei couldn’t afford to stay in the hotel. He could only start his job on the same day. He spent two hours cleaning the messy room and then three hours buying a simple single bed from IKEA. He assembled it by himself. At least he had a nest in the storage room. 

It was late in the evening when he finally finished organizing and setting up his new room.

During this time, the beautiful girl called Zhu Ling came to the storage room’s door to peek at. She gave Wei Fuyuan a cold glare, dropped the word “hum,” and walked away. Her demeanor was extremely unfriendly.

However, the three-year-old little fat baby Tian came to deliver tea to the busy young Master Wei twice.Although he didn’t help, Wei Fuyuan was very moved.

Wei Fuyuan took a quick shower in the second-floor bathroom after concluding his job. He arrived downstairs just in time for dinner. 

The so-called dinner was just a delivery from a nearby restaurant. Bei Quan was the only one sitting at the dining table.

Wei Fuyuan was so happy that he couldn’t see the fierce Zhu Ling, but he was concerned, “Will baby Tian not eat?”

“Oh, him.”

Bei Quan had already sat at the table and was about to unpack the takeaway package.

“He’s on the roof’s balcony, don’t worry about him.”

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

The causality of this answer was so strange that Master Wei couldn’t understand it.

But as a part-timer who came to work on the first day, he chose not to delve into this matter. 

Takeout consisted of two portions of meat, one vegetarian, one soup, and two boxes of fried rice. The flavor was not unpalatable, but it was enough to fill your stomach.

“The contract says that three meals were included, right? But if none of us cooks here…”

Bei Quan took a chopstick, sour radish, and mixed it into the fried rice, thinking about it, “Well, if I’m here, just join me. Eat, if I’m not there, just order a takeaway, save the receipt, and reimburse Zhu Ling at the end of the month.”

A feast for the eyes, to be able to eat every meal with a handsome guy was a very beautiful feeling. 

He nodded calmly.

“Is there a limit on meal expenses?”

Bei Quan didn’t seem to have thought about this. He blinked and asked, “You eat a lot?”

This question was too embarrassing, and Wei Fuyuan couldn’t nod his head no matter how thick-skinned he was. 

“It’s okay.” He could only give a compromise answer.

“That’s fine.”

Bei Quan lowered his head to pick up vegetables.

The two of them were relatively less talkative and finished their takeout meal in silence. 

When he was cleaning up his meal box, Master Wei seldom got his emotional intelligence and took the initiative to ask if there was anything he needed to do.

Bei Quan shook his head.

“Not now.” He said with a smile, “But on Thursday night, you have to come and help.”

The only radio program within “Sāntúchuān’s” control aired at midnight on Thursday. It was expected that the show would finish airing at about one or two o’clock. 

Wei Fuyuan had a class on Friday morning, but the teacher was not strict, so it was not difficult to get off.

——It was no wonder that the requirement of “can stay up late” was written on the recruitment notice.

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“Do you usually do sports?”

Wei Fuyuan, as a gay guy, was praised for his figure by another handsome guy, and immediately cocked up his tail like a peacock. 

“Yes.”

Master Wei rolled up his sleeves to show his smooth and tight muscles, “Although I’m a business student, I often go to fitness, and I’ve practiced karate and Kung Fu for several years. I’m good at it!”

Bei Quan bent his eyes and smiled very brightly.

“So, you should be brave?” 

The color on Wei Fuyuan’s face solidified for a moment.

He thought of the humiliating experience of being scared out of his wit this morning. But young Master Wei had always refused to lose his face, so he selectively forgot the memory of the morning.

“For sure!” He patted his chest in affirmation and said, “I’m pretty brave!”

Bei Quan was still smiling. 

“Then I’m looking forward to your performance on Thursday night.”

—————

In the blink of an eye, it was April 22, Thursday.

On this day, Wei Fuyuan missed the third and fourth elective courses in the afternoon and rushed to “Sāntúchuān” early.

It was just that he soon discovered that the broadcast day seemed to be no different from usual.

After dinner, Bei Quan took Wei Fuyuan into the studio on the second floor, and let him get acquainted with the equipment briefly. 

The operation of the mixer was complicated, and Bei Quan was too lazy to talk about it. He just explained to Wei Fuyuan that he didn’t need to come in during the broadcast. He just needed to watch his gestures outside and control the two main switch buttons.

Thursday night at 11:55.

Wei Fuyuan stayed in the studio room, through a glass window, watching Bei Quan sat in front of the mixing console.

Then he saw his boss hang a small yellow paper bag on the speaker. 

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

What strange operation was this?

But there was no time to think about it, the time to broadcast would soon arrive.

“Welcome to Midnight radio “Thriller Night Talk”, this is the anchor Bei Quan.” Bei Quan’s soft, slightly muffled voice came from the speakers, “Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it is.” 

Wei Fuyuan thought secretly how “pleasant” he sounded.

After eating and drinking in Sāntúchuān for nearly a week, he was used to Bei Quan’s voice.

It was only that he didn’t anticipate Bei Quan to purposely drop his voice to sound so captivating when he was working. His voice was as if he was holding a hook, and it made people feel like they were scratched by a kitten’s paws; making them feel crisp and itchy.

“I believe you are already waiting very anxiously?” Bei Quan’s voice continued.”Okay, without further ado, let’s connect to the audience hotline tonight.” 

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

Fuck, this was the freestyle hosting  that gets right to the point without even the most basic pre-show banter. It was so unpretentious and genuine!

——But, at least you should give a hotline number!

Master Wei complained in his heart. 

However, what he never expected was that just as his thoughts came to mind, the phone rang.

“Toot–toot–toot–”

Wei Fuyuan was taken aback again.

He couldn’t help sitting up straight, stretching his neck, and looked into the recording room, trying to follow the ring to find the ringing phone. 

“Ah, it seems that our audience today is very enthusiastic.” Bei Quan’s voice was smiling. “Okay, let’s listen to what he or she wants to say.”

Before Wei Fuyuan found the hidden phone, he saw Bei Quan tapping on the mixer.

[You…Hello? ]

There was a timid voice on the radio. 

He was a young man.

He tentatively asked:

[Can you hear it? ]

“Hello, I can hear you clearly.” 

Bei Quan used the microphone in front of him, and answered, “excuse me, how should I address you?”

[Call me Mr. A…]

The male voice on the other end of the phone hesitated.

[Actually… I’ve come across a strange thing recently. I really don’t know what to do…] 

—————

“You mean, predicting dreams?” Bei Quan asked. 

[Yes…]

The young boy who claimed to be Mr. A paused and seemed to be organizing his words.

[Actually, I don’t know if it can be regarded as a predictive dream…]

Bei Quan said softly and comforted, “It’s okay, you can say it slowly.” 

[Probably not long ago… I don’t remember it very clearly, It should be… two or three months, right? ]

Mr. A’s voice trembled slightly.

[I…Occasionally I have a strange dream, dreaming that I am in a cell. ]

Bei Quan, “Oh? What kind of cell is it? ” 

Mr.A followed the guide and said,

[It is a kind of dark and narrow cage, empty inside, nothing…… My feet and hands were handcuffed. Do you know that kind of ancient shackles? It’s made of wood, stuck on the neck, you can’t move with your hands tied in front. ]

Bei Quan, “Well, I know.”

[I was chained in a cage like a dog, unable to even stand up…] 

Mr.A, on the other end of the phone, let out a shaky gasp.

[But this is not the most terrible, do you understand? ]

He paused.

[If these were just dreams, it was just a scary nightmare… But, but…] 

There was a slight tremor in Mr. A’s voice.

[Because, there…in that cell, I am not the only one…]

Once he started talking, Mr. A’s voice became smoother.

[Although the cell is very dark, I can still vaguely see that several identical cages form a circle, and in each cage, there is a person wearing shackles like me. ] 

“How many cages?” Bei Quan asked, “how many cages are there?”

[I counted a total of five.]

Mr. A answered with certainty:

[There are five in total, I am absolutely sure. ] 

Bei Quan nodded with a smile, “And then? Can you see the other people in the cage?”

[No, not really!]

Mr.A replied:

[The prison is too dark, I can’t see them, but I can distinguish men and women from their body shapes and voices.] 

Bei Quan, “Oh? So, you can not only see images but also hear sounds in your dreams?”

[Yes, I can hear sounds… Actually, it’s not just sound, in addition to sight, hearing, and smell, the sense of touch is very vivid, everything in the dream is too real, terribly real! It’s not like dreaming at all! ]

Mr.A choked on the phone:

[I, I can hear their screams! ] 

“Oh?” Bei Quan was slightly surprised, “why do they scream?”

[Because they were tortured ah!]

Mr.A suddenly raised his volume:

[They were tortured by (that thing) one by one, and then they died!] 

“Wait a minute.” Bei Quan’s soft voice interrupted. Mr.A becomes confused.

“Let’s start with your first dream. ”

He paused.

“At that time, what did you dream about?”