Ch61 - It is indeed necessary to confirm.

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Friday, July 16, 10:30 a.m.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan browsed through the information collected by Zhu Ling in Bei Quan’s study.

The man who contacted them last night didn’t disclose his last name, but he described his age and childhood experiences in great detail. Furthermore, he was a Chinese orphan adopted in America and returned to China again with his adoptive parents 20 years ago. With these clues, Bei Quan and the others ‘slightly’ pulled some strings. Finally, in the registered residence database, a registered timeline was found to be exactly the same as the caller.

“That’s the man.” 

Bei Quan took the folder Zhu Ling handed him and turned it slightly so that Wei Fuyuan could see it clearly.

In the folder was a lot of personal data printed on A4 paper. There was a thick stack of files related to his personal life alone. There were more than ten pages, from detailed family relations to school experiences to employment.

The owner of the file was Dai Bo Qian, male, 34 years old.

This slightly obscure name was changed after he returned home, following his adoptive father’s surname.

In the immigration record, his name was recorded as Chen Jason.

Mr. Dai, that is, Jason, whose parents died in a car accident when he was six years old. He was sent to an orphanage and stayed there for two years. When he was eight years old, he was sent to Chen Dafa, a rich businessman for foster care. He lived there for four years. When he was twelve, he was adopted by a Chinese-American couple and returned to China along with his adoptive parents two years later.

Twenty years had passed since then.

Amidst the two decades, Dai Bo Qian went overseas six times, but none of which was to America. 

“Well, that’s good. He was a top student.”

Bei Quan turned to look at Dai Bo Qian’s professional resume.

Dai Bo Qian’s adoptive parents had sent him to a prolific middle school, where he finished junior and senior high school before enrolling into a prestigious university. He majored in law, passed the judicial exams after graduation and became a lawyer. He is now employed by a reputable law company in Fèng Xīngchéng.

Bei Quan proceeded to scroll down after reading Dai Bo Qian’s fundamental circumstances. 

Following were some excerpts from Dai Bo Qian’s social media profiles, including several personal images.

Dai Bo Qian, like the ID photo, appeared to be clean and attractive with curled brows and kind eyes, giving the impression  of a very comfortable and dependable big brother next door.

It was clear that he had a good relationship with his adoptive parents.

Although Dai Bo Qian purchased an apartment near his workplace and did not live with his adoptive parents, his WeChat Moments showed that he frequently traveled to visit his adoptive family, such as dining together on weekends, giving some gifts, and shooting a group photo during the New Year celebrations. 

Bei Quan glanced at the time intervals between these Moments and estimated that they would meet almost once in a week or a month.

Furthermore, Dai Bo Qian’s Douyin account contained several funny videos in which the two elderly folks could be seen enthusiastically appearing together. In terms of intimacy, it looked as if they were all blood related.

“So he knows how to be grateful.”

Wei Fuyuan commented. 

Then he looked at Bei Quan,

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Bei Quan knew that Wei Fuyuan was right.

The Lost Banner God sealed with the Hui Gui was stolen from the secret territory of Zhuling more than two years ago. While the demonic cultivation of a Hui Gui had a unique cause of creation, they did not possess the capability to reproduce.

Therefore, compared with the possibility that one or two fish escaped the net and drifted to another country on the other side of the ocean more than 20 years ago, Bei Quan was more inclined to the possibility of the ghost associated with Dai Bo Qian, that only just appeared after the Lost God Banner disappeared. 

“……”

Bei Quan thought carefully, his index finger gently tapping on the table.

Wei Fuyuan didn’t urge his boss.

His eyes unconsciously turned towards Bei Quan’s fingers tapping on the table. 

Bei Quan’s hands were very beautiful.

His hands were thin, with slender fingers, his nails were trimmed very neatly, and had a slightly pale tinge. With his white skin color that seemed to glow, he was really like a carefully carved sculpture.

Wei Fuyuan looked at it and was mesmerized unconsciously. All his attention was concentrated on Bei Quan’s fingers without blinking.

“I think we should contact him first.” 

At this time, Bei Quan spoke.

“What do you think?”

Wei Fuyuan was stunned and came back to his senses, “Who are you talking about?”

Bei Quan smiled, “I said, we should contact Dai Bo Qian.” 

“En, you’re right.”

Wei Fuyuan nodded hurriedly and unconsciously touched his slightly red ear, “We should take the initiative first!”

———————

Friday, July 16, 6:30 p.m.

Tomorrow is the beginning of a relaxing weekend. There was no need to get up early, so many office workers would choose to unwind tonight. 

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan stood on a pedestrian overpass as if they were waiting for someone. They seemed to be inadvertently leaning against the railing and looking at the sidewalk with a lofty air.

They were waiting for Dai Bo Qian.

Roughly 10 mins later, five to six young people in their mid-twenties and thirties emerged from an office building. They were clothed in suits or skirts in black, white, and gray. Their outfits looked chic and professional while their brows and eyes seemed calm and at ease after a tiring day at work. They chuckled joyously as they clasped each other’s shoulders and carried their bags.

They appeared to have made a reservation to travel someplace, and a number of people were standing by the roadside, supposedly waiting for a bus. 

“The man in the middle wearing a gray suit, is he Dai Bo Qian?”

Wei Fuyuan asked.

Bei Quan nodded slightly, and then inadvertently twirled the bamboo tube in his hand.

Wei Fuyuan had sprayed some cow tears in advance. At this time, naturally, a white shadow came out of the bamboo tube and went straight in the direction of Dai Bo Qian. 

That was Guan Hu Su Ying.

Bei Quan wanted to confirm whether the ghost’s target was Dai Bo Qian.

Guan Hu Su Ying ran down the overpass, reached about five steps away from Dai Bo Qian, and then stopped.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan: “!” 

The two exchanged a surprised look.

Wei Fuyuan, “…I’m not dreaming, right?”

He pointed at the crowd from a distance.

“That man, I mean Dai Bo Qian, can he see Su Ying??” 

Indeed, as Wei Fuyuan said, they saw Dai Bo Qian looking directly in the direction of Guan Hu Su Ying.

The little fox seemed to notice that the situation was bad. He froze in place and didn’t dare make a move.

This strange silent confrontation lasted for about three seconds.

Guan Hu Su Ying raised a claw and took a few tentative steps forward. 

At the same time, Dai Bo Qian’s colleague patted him and said something to him, causing the young man to turn away.

Wei Fuyuan was even more uncertain, “This… No, was it just a coincidence?”

A minute later, several cars stopped next to the group of youngsters.

They got in the car one by one. 

Just as Dai Bo Qian got on the bus, he glanced casually in the direction of the sidewalk.

——Where Guan Hu Su Ying stood.

……

The sleek black Toyota carrying Dai Bo Qian integrated into the rolling traffic flow during the rush hour. 

Guan Hu Su Ying immediately turned back, sprinted towards Bei Quan, and then jumped onto his master’s shoulder flexibly.

The little fox rubbed against Bei Quan’s chin. One person and one fox seemed to exchange information in a language that only the two could understand.

“So far, the ghost should not have had any direct contact with Dai Bo Qian.”

Bei Quan filled in Wei Fuyuan the information he got from Guan Hu Su Ying. 

He reached out and scratched the little fox’s ear, and then took it back into the bamboo tube.

Young Master Wei was left struggling with the question from just now.

“Do you think he has the Yin and Yang eyes?” Wei Fuyuan asked, “I had a feeling that he could see Guan Hu Su Ying.”

Bei Quan shook his head. 

“We can’t be sure.”

He thought for a moment and then turned to look at Wei Fuyuan,

“However, this matter needs to be confirmed.”

Bei Quan smiled, “It’s time for plan B.” 

Wei Fuyuan, “….”

——What plan B?? You’ve never told me about this part before!?

———————- 

At 10:30 pm, on the 12th floor of a large commercial center in Fèng Xīngchéng City, in one of the compartments of a newly opened KTV.

Dai Bo Qian sat at the corner of a sofa, holding a can of beer in his hand, sipping mouthfuls every next second.

Two colleagues were holding microphones and shouting the climax song of ‘The Princess’ in front of the screen. Others clapped their hands, shouted, and jumped excitedly. The atmosphere was very warm. 

But somehow, his mood all day today was not very good.

A strange hunch told him that something was about to happen.

From a very young age, Dai Bo Qian found that he had a strong sixth sense.

When he was only six years old, the day his biological parents died in a car accident, he woke up from continuous nightmares in the morning. He felt immense despair and cried in his mother’s arms. 

When he was sent to Chen Dafa’s house by the social workers, Dai Bo Qian, who was called Jason in those days, felt that there was something very wrong with the place at first glance. He couldn’t pinpoint as to what was wrong, but he firmly knew that this was definitely not his home, nor should it be his home.

…

Similar intuitions had arisen many times in his life, and the more terrible the calamity, the stronger his intuition warned him.

Today, the familiar hunch appeared again. 

Dai Bo Qian raised his hand and pressed his temple, feeling the blood vessels that were constantly jumping.

He always had the impression that someone was watching him.

He couldn’t identify what it was because it was only a feeling. But he could sense an invisible line of sight, like a shadow following him all the time.

This feeling was particularly strong when he was standing on the roadside waiting for a car. Twice, Dai Bo Qian felt that he had caught that thing staring at him.