Thriller Night Talk-Chapter 100: I’m leaving in a few days

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“Huh, does that mean ……”

Jiang Nan’an came close to Bei Quan and lowered his voice and asked, “The Hui Gui possessed Luo Yanyan?”

Bei Quan picked up Su Ying and exchanged information with it again.

“Well ……”

Bei Quan frowned and showed a troubled expression.

Jiang Nan’an, “What’s wrong?”

“Su Ying said, the Hui Gui’s aura is quite faint.”

Bei Quan repeated the statement once again and then asked.

“If the Hui Gui was attached to Luo Yanyan, when do you think it possessed her?”

Jiang Nan’an froze.

“This ……”

He seriously thought about it and gave the reasoning that he felt was most reliable.

“According to the order of these events, I guess the Hui Gui was initially attached to Miuya, that is, Wang Jialin.” 𝒃𝙚𝙙𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝒍．𝒏𝒆𝒕

Jiang Nan’an continued, “Besides, isn’t it impossible for a ghost to leave its host for a long time? Whether it’s a living person or a dead person, there must be an object the Hui Gui has to rely on.”

He counted on his fingers and said.

“The Hui Gui was passed on to the person named Mo Fan when Wang Jialin died? And then after that, there was another male anchor and his girlfriend, and now it’s Luo Yanyan ……”

His eyes widened and his gaze gleamed.

“So, now the Hui Gui is either still attached to Luo Yanyan’s soul, or it has moved over to another person nearby?”

Bei Quan did not nod or shake his head, but pointed to the building beside him and continued to ask, “So, when did Luo Yanyan return here?”

Jiang Nanan wasn’t sure about the numbers, so he replied with uncertainty.

“It should…… be a week ago, right?”

“Luo Yanyan did her last live broadcast on the 24th, and then returned to her stepfather and mother’s house alone late at night on the 25th without informing her family in advance. From that day until her suicide by jumping into the lake yesterday, she’d have spent a total of five days at home.”

Bei Quan gave the exact dates.

He looked at Jiang Nan’an and expressed the doubts in his heart, “If the ghost has always been attached to Luo Yanyan, why is the aura left in the room too light?”

Jiang Nan’an gave an “Ah.”

This is the first time he really came into contact with the events related to the Hui Gui, and he himself was also practicing external Kung Fu. Although he had opened the eyes of Yin and Yang, he knew nothing about magic. Naturally, he had no concept of the details such as the intensity of the aura left by the Hui Gui.

But listening to Bei Quan, Jiang Nan’an also understood the problem, “But… If the ghost is not on Luo Yanyan, it doesn’t make sense!”

He glanced in the direction of the mourning hall and bowed before continuing.

“It’s impossible for the little girl to be so unlucky, her friends committed suicide one after another, and then she just happened to meet a Hui Gui on the side of the road, right?”

Indeed, it was impossible.

Bei Quan smiled, “Anyway, we’ll just have to ask Luo Yanyan.”

Jiang Nan’an, “Are you going to summon Luo Yanyan’s soul?”

“That’s right.”

Bei Quan pointed towards the big sun in the sky.

“However, not now, we have to wait until after dark.”

Bei Quan continued,

“Tonight we will go to the reservoir where Luo Yanyan committed suicide and bring back the girl’s soul.”

Jiang Nan’an nodded vigorously and naturally had no objection to this plan.

To summon the soul of the girl, Bei Quan needed a personal item of Luo Yanyan’s.

But the relics of the dead, especially a young girls’, were not so easy to get.

So the two planned to stay at Luo Yanyan’s house for a while longer so that they could take the opportunity to get their hands on one of her personal items.

Anyway, they had to wait until dark, Bei Quan and Jiang Nan’an were not in a hurry. They were quietly folding the paper ingots while waiting for the opportunity to strike, and from the conversation of others tried to collect as much information as possible.

Soon, the “information” came to their door on its own.

“Brother, please have some tea.”

An elementary school-aged girl brought two paper cups on a plastic tray.

Bei Quan and Jiang Nan’an thanked the girl, took the cups, and brought them to their mouths for a taste.

The cups were filled with oolong tea, both the tea leaves and the brewing techniques were quite average.

After delivering the tea, the little girl did not leave, but held the tray and squatted next to them, curiously sizing up Bei Quan and Jiang Nan’an.

“Mom said that you are friends of my sister.”

The girl flashed her big eyes and asked softly.

“So you guys are here to see sister off, right?”

In two sentences, the girl had already declared her identity.

She was Luo Yanyan’s half-sister.

The age difference between the two was nearly ten years, they rarely had the opportunity to meet, so the relationship was not deep, and at this age, children were not quite able to understand the meaning of “death”, so the little girl’s face did not show much sadness, but was more excited and curious.

“Hmm.”

Bei Quan smiled and nodded.

“We are your sister’s friends, and we came here specifically to offer our condolences this time.”

“Oh!”

Ten-year-old girls already have a basic aesthetic, can distinguish people’s height, beauty, and ugliness, and also have a hazy curiosity and longing for the good-looking opposite sex.

Little sister Luo’s eyes flickered at Bei Quan’s smile, and her face flushed involuntarily.

She hugged the tray in her hand tighter and tilted her head with a red face, “How did you and sister meet?”

Bei Quan laughed and casually made up a story to fully satisfy the little girl’s curiosity.

After finishing the story, Bei Quan turned the conversation around at the right time, “Speaking of which, did YanYan ever mention to you why she suddenly came home?”

The little girl recalled carefully for a moment and nodded.

“Hmm.”

She said, “I remember, my sister said she missed us, so she came back to visit.”

“Oh?”

Bei Quan’s eyes flashed.

The expression “came back to see you” itself was very subtle.

When you come home unexpectedly on a day of impropriety and unsuitability, there is often just one possibility: you have a knot in your heart that you can’t tell anyone, and you want to hide in a place that can make you feel most at ease.

These people are usually suffering from great grievances, or are seriously ill with little time, or even have a desire to die, wanting to be with their loved ones for a final time before they die.

“So, your sister, has she encountered any unhappy things lately?”

Bei Quan continued to ask.

“Ah, Mom and Dad have asked my sister this question before, several times!”

The girl slapped her knee and without thinking, she replied, “But my sister only said she was fine and told Mom and Dad not to worry!”

Her fingers gestured in mid-air, “But then my sister said something very strange.”

Bei Quan pursued, “What did she say?”

“Sister said ……”

The little girl frowned as if struggling to remember, “She said, ‘I’m leaving in a few days until then, let me stay at home’.”

——————–

On Sunday, August 1, at 3 p.m., Wei Fuyuan walked into a café.

This café was only about four hundred metres away in a straight line from the west gate of Fèng Xīngchéng University and was familiar to all students in the campus.

It was summer vacation time, so there were not many people in the café, but Wei Fuyuan quickly saw the person he was looking for at table 13.

It was a young girl, wearing a pale yellow dress, with a pear-flower hairstyle, and slightly curled inward hair, sitting sideways with her back to the entrance, looking down and swiping her phone.

To confirm that he was not mistaken, Wei Fuyuan sent a new message on WeChat,

[I’m here.]

Sure enough, the girl immediately straightened her back and looked around.

Wei Fuyuan walked over to the girl, pulled out a chair, and sat down, “Hello, I am Wei Fuyuan.”

The girl with a pear-flower hairstyle didn’t seem to expect that the senior she’d be meeting up with would be such a handsome guy with long legs and handsome facial features. Her expression obviously froze for two seconds, and then she began to introduce herself in a panic.

“Hello senior, I- I am the ‘Lamp Cut’ in the forum, my name is Xu Lei.”

Wei Fuyuan sat across Xu Lei and looked at the girl carefully.

Although they studied at the same university, Wei Fuyuan was sure that he had no impression of the other party.

Xu Lei was one academic year below Wei Fuyuan and was a student in the Department of Biological Engineering.

The girl couldn’t be regarded as a beauty, but her facial features were neat, delicate, and pretty, and she belonged to the kind of appearance that, although ordinary, made people feel comfortable at first glance.

Yesterday, Wei Fuyuan registered in the “superpower forum” introduced to him by Dai Bo Qian, searched according to the keywords, and soon found several posts claiming “to be able to predict the death of others”.

In addition to a few posts that seemed to be hilarious and nonsense, Wei Fuyuan noticed that an ID named “Lamp Cut”, had a total of three posts with the same keywords.

The first post of “Lamp Cut” was published in December of last year. Wei Fuyuan opened it and immediately got goosebumps.

In the post, “Lamp Cut” said that she seemed to have the precognitive ability and could dream of someone’s death in her dream, and soon after, her dream would be fulfilled. Last night, she had a similar dream, and now she is very scared and does not know what to do.

The following reply asked the owner: ‘Who have you dreamt about before? Did it really come true?’

“Lamp Cut” replied, she last dreamed of her best friend jumping to her death from a high place, and soon after, her best friend really committed suicide.

Seeing this, Wei Fuyuan’s suspicions have been confirmed 70 or 80%: he remembered very clearly, the [Thriller Night Talk] caller, the female anchor named Miuya, jumped from the Ferris wheel and died.

Wei Fuyuan scrolled through the comments.

Almost all the replies were booing or ridiculing, asking the original poster to tell the party they dreamt of, about the precognitive dream to see how the other party would react. They also said that if it came true, remember to come up to REPO and so on.

Obviously, none of these young people who called themselves “Clairvoyants” took the posting of the “Lamp Cut” seriously, and everyone felt that it was just one of the countless lake green posts in the forum.

Subsequently, Wei Fuyuan found the reply of “Lamp Cut” in the penultimate post.

This reply was four days after the last post.

“Lamp Cut” said that the acquaintance she dreamt of committed suicide and died by cutting his wrist.