Thriller Night Talk

Sāntúchuān broadcasting company had a black Jetta, but Bei Quan claimed that he did not have a driver’s license, so Wei Fuyuan was responsible for driving. 

At about 4:30 p.m, Master Wei stopped his car at the entrance of Xiling Hutong. They got out of the car and found No. 23 according to the house number.

This area was surrounded by old buildings with a history of 40 to 50 years. Even if the exterior wall had been reinforced and renovated, it still looked very old.

Xizhimen Street Xiling Hutong No. 23 was a typical old-fashioned tube building, seven stories high, with no elevator. In the center of creaking open railing iron stairs, eight households in the shape of “田” are symmetrical distributed on the four sides of the stairs.

The two went up to the third floor and came to the door of Room 303. 

Bei Quan spent half a minute studying the door panel before he raised his hand, and knocked on the door.

The one who opened the door was a woman of about thirty years old, with an ordinary appearance, wearing washed faded loose home clothes. She had dyed yellow hair for some time, and her roots had turned black. Her hair was loosely tied with a big clip behind her head. It looked rather rough.

The woman was stunned by the height and appearance of the two of them. After two seconds, she asked vigilantly, “Who are you?”

“Sister Feng, hello.”

Bei Quan dwindled his usual body language, eyes lowered, and smiled innocently, “I am a disciple of Xuanxu from Longquan Temple, and my name is Bei Quan.”

Then he took out a business card and a certificate from his suitcase and handed them to the woman surnamed Feng.

The woman took the card and certificate through the opening of the anti-theft door chain and looked at them carefully.

The design of the business card was simple. The beige embossed card was printed in a beautiful imitation song style. The title had two lines: “Member of Fèng Xīngchéng Taoist Research Association” and “registered disciple of Xuanxu of Longquan Temple” 

The certificate was a “conversion certificate”, which showed that his master was the real person Xuanxu, and it was also stamped with the seal of “Fèng Xīngchéng city Longquan Temple.”

“You…” After a pause, she changed to a more respectful title,”What can I do for you, disciple of Xuanxu?”

“Benefactor Feng, you came to Longquan Temple last month to ask for something, right? ”

Bei Quan still smiled softly, “My master sent me to ask, “How’s the situation”? 

The woman let out a long sigh of relief, “It turned out to be like this.”

She finally smiled, and her attitude became more enthusiastic, “Please come in, please come in, I will make tea for you.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

He had no idea what was going on, and he was terrified of making many mistakes regarding Bei Quan, so he had to keep a straight face and remain silent, pretending that he was just a competent human pendant. 

Feng Yue, the wife of Meng Mouchang, the third deceased, was 31 years old. She was a full-time housewife and occasionally worked as part-time customer service in an online store to subsidize her expenses.

The two had been married for six years and never had children. The relationship between the husband and wife was rather cold.

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At this moment, Bei Quan picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and asked with a smile, “Did you solve that previous matter?”

“Hmm…” Feng Yue nodded first, then sighed again, “In fact, I don’t know whether it’s settled or not… Anyway, it’s nothing for the time being. ”

Bei Quan followed her words and asked, “Can you tell me what the situation is now?”

“Well, actually, you know, I’m not the one who ran into the ghost. It was my dead husband. ” 

Feng Yue didn’t realize that Bei Quan was trying to get information out of her. Instead, she regarded the other party as someone who knew her situation and poured out all her troubles in her heart like pouring beans from a bamboo tube.

“Oh, before he died, he couldn’t sleep well the whole night. He told me he had a nightmare and he would be killed or something. ”

“At that time, I didn’t believe it. I just felt that he was angry because his work was not going well. Anyway, it’s not the first time for him to come home and fight with me when he’s angry at someone else, so he only knows how to vent his anger at me! ”

“Sure enough, it wasn’t long before the devil had an accident – a good car broke down on the road. As soon as he got out of the car, the car reversed and slammed him, and the iron fence from a resident yard pierced him in the chest. When I went to recognize the corpse, I didn’t dare to look at him straight! ” 

Listening to Feng Yue’s tone, it seemed that she didn’t feel sad about the death of her late husband, Meng Mouchang, at all. On the contrary, it was more like she was venting out the complaints that had accumulated for many years.

“Actually, I wish that devil died sooner, and I can relax a little bit when he is dead!” The woman stroked her messy bangs anxiously. “But I’m afraid he will leave bad luck in this house!”

Feng Yue said, and looked around the small living room, “Although it’s a small and dilapidated apartment, the location of this building is very valuable!”

She said with a long sigh, ” Last month, I invited Xuanxu to do the land and water ashram for three days, and asked Taoist to come back… Although I haven’t encountered any strange things, for the time being, I’m a widow living in this room by myself, and I always feel that there is no foundation…” 

“Oh?” Bei Quan smiled.”When did Mr. Meng’s bad luck begin?”

He faced the woman’s eyes with a gentle smile, “After all, everything has cause and effect. If you can find out where the problem is, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. ”

Bei Quan’s speaking skills were excellent, and he was handsome, Feng Yue only felt his ears turning hot, and without any doubt, she started to think seriously according to the other party’s points.

“My dead husband has always been very unlucky!” Feng Yue complained as she tucked her hair behind her ear from her cheek. ” Work was never smooth for him, no matter how small or big the matter was, he always complained. Then one day, returning home from late-night work, he ran into a fire accident, this luck, he was probably cursed by a rotten spirit! ” 

Bei Quan keenly caught the keywords, and there was a gleam in the chestnut pupils, “You said he was caught in a fire when he got off work?”

“Maybe it was last autumn. I can’t remember it very well.”

Feng Yue’s attitude was very disapproving when it came to the dead Meng Mouchang.

“In those two days, my dead husband’s car was sent to the 4S store for maintenance. He had to take the bus to and from work. As a result, one day he happened to work overtime and got home in the middle of the night. As soon as he came in, he got angry and had a big fight with me. Later, I asked him why he was acting crazy in the middle of the night, and he said that he ran into a fire on his way home.” 

“Oh, it was really unlucky.”Bei Quan asked, “Was Mr. Meng injured in the fire?”

“Well, no, he just happened to pass by it,” Feng Yue replied, “But when he came back that day, he was very upset and yelled for a long time. He almost beat me, so I remember it very clearly.”

—–

“Well, that’s it.” 

From Xizhimen Street Xiling Hutong 23, Bei Quan led Wei Fuyuan to a coffee shop nearby.

This store was located in an alley in the old city. It was in a secluded area. There were only two tables with two people. And the space between each table was enough to avoid eavesdropping. It was a very suitable place to talk.

After sitting down, Bei Quan called someone Wei Fuyuan didn’t know. He was talking in a very familiar tone. He simply said a few words and hung up, “Then I am pleased.”

Wei Fuyuan hesitated, but couldn’t help but ask, “This… Aren’t we going back?” 

“Not yet. We have to go to other places, but we have to wait until dark, “Bei Quan answered as he flipped through the menu.

With that, he stretched his hand to call for the waiter, asked for a cup of snow top chocolate latte, and pushed the menu to Wei Fuyuan.

Wei Fuyuan didn’t even look at it, and he ordered a cup of black coffee.

The coffee came quickly. 

Master Wei took a sip and tasted the sour taste of the poor coffee beans. He immediately frowned and pushed it aside.

“Boss, can I ask you a question?” Taking advantage of the waiting time, Wei Fuyuan asked the doubt in his mind, “Are you really a layman? Or a disciple of Xuanxu? ”

Bei Quan was drinking coffee and looked up.

A half-moon-shaped mustache stuck to his lips from the snow top made of whipped cream. 

“How could it be!” His answer was still impolite, “I’m a serious radio host!”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”

——Please be a little self-aware!?

——What you’re trying to make me do! This was not what a serious radio host should do, OK!? 

“Then from where did you get your conversion certificate and business card?”

Bei Quan did not answer, but reached out and drew out his black suitcase, and took out a large stack of various certificates and corresponding business cards, and spread them out like poker cards.

“I have many more.” Then he glanced at Wei Fuyuan and touched his chin. “It seems that I have to help you get one.”

Wei Fuyuan: “…” 

Dare to feel proud of these fake batch certificates!

“Did you know Feng Yue before?” Master Wei continued to ask, “Otherwise, how do you know that she believes in Taoists and you pretended to be the disciple of Xuanxu?”

“You, young man, is not very observant.”

Bei Quan scooped up a mass of cream sprinkled with chocolate sauce and put it in his mouth. He squinted and showed a happy expression. 

“It’s very simple because I can see it.”

Wei Fuyuan was inexplicably chastised for ‘poor observation’. He was upset. He pulled a long face and stiffly asked, “I would like to hear details.”

Bei Quan answered with a smile.

“First of all, peach wood charms against evil on both sides of the door of room 303 are new, and the Longquan Temple’s inscription is on it. Secondly, there is an Eight Diagrams mirror hanging on the door. The surface is as smooth as new, and there is no rust. It is obviously something new. So I guess the people who live in the house must have just been to Longquan Temple and asked for something. ” 

He paused. “In addition, a yellow symbol is pasted on the door lintel. Judging from the handwriting, it’s the talisman written by Xuanxu of Longquan Temple.”

Bei Quan lifted his finger and made a gentle motion in the air.

“Immortal Xuanxu is second only to the Abbot of the Longquan Temple. He must have given a lot of talismans he wrote himself to the worshipper or his acquaintances.”

Bei Quan made a summary. 

“So, I guess the owner of the house must have great trust in Xuanxu. As long as I act as his disciple, it will be very convenient to set up a conversation.”

Wei Fuyuan’s heart suddenly ran wildly like a horse in the muddy grass.

——Who would notice the old and new of each wood charms against evil and the Eight Diagrams!?

————Not to mention who could recognize the scrawly calligraphy that resembled a donkey nose to ward off ghosts! 

“…”

He took a deep breath, swallowed the complaint he had reached his mouth, and changed the question, ” What if this Taoist is not a real person?”

“I still have the conversion certificates for the other four Taoist masters of Fèng Xīngchéng city temple.” Bei Quan spread his hands and smiled calmly, “Anyway, there is always one that can come in handy, right?”

Wei Fuyuan: “…”