Novel-Mao
Chapter 143: There is one more thing we have to do
Chapter 143: There is one more thing we have to do
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Monday, August 9th, at 8:42 am.
Bei Quan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nan’an were sitting at the table eating breakfast. As usual, Zhu Ling was absent, while Tian Jiaxin went out early in the morning to take his Myna for a walk.
Jiang Nan’an had just returned from Yueling Mountain. He wasn’t sure if it was from the tiredness of traveling, or the realization that his first love had gone with the wind, but his spirit was completely wilted, and he couldn’t even bring himself to eat breakfast.
Seeing Comrade Xiao Jiang’s sluggish look, Bei Quan felt he was a little pitiful, so he peeled a tea egg for him and put it in his bowl.
Jiang Nan’an picked up the egg, bit off half of it in one bite, chewed it twice, and suddenly covered his face and began to cry.
Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan both looked at him in bewilderment.
Jiang Nan’an showed the remaining half of the egg, “Not even a yolk, I’m unlucky! If it weren’t for my bad luck, Xiaolian wouldn’t have broken up with me in the first place!”
“No yolk?”
Wei Fuyuan was puzzled, “No way?”
He picked up his tea egg and took a bite, and when he looked inside, it was yellow.
Jiang Nan’an cried even louder.
Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to comfort him for a while, and finally smoothed Comrade Xiao Jiang’s hair.
Jiang Nan’an wiped out the remaining fried dough sticks and soy milk, temporarily forgetting his hurt, and asked seriously, “Where are you and Xiao Wei going to go, Bei Quan?”
Bei Quan turned his head to look at Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting next to him, and? his eyes curved with a smile: “Master asked me to take Xiao Wei back to the secret realm of Zhu Ling with me for a trip.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an shouted together, “What!?”
The two were taken aback by each other’s reaction and looked at each other again.
Jiang Nan’an jumped to ask the question first:
“Didn’t you say that outsiders can’t just enter Zhu Ling’s Secret Realm? Why do you want to take Xiaowei?
Bei Quan laughed.
“Probably because Zhu Ling reported the matter between me and Xiao Wei to the master, he is an old man…”
Having said this, Bei Quan sighed lightly, and shook his head again, “It’s hard to say now, we can only wait to know what he wants.”
Wei Fuyuan secretly reached for Bei Quan’s hand under the table, his eyes revealing clear concern.
Although young master Wei came out to his parents and even dared to leave home on the spot, but knowing it was Bei Quan’s master, he was nervous for some reason.
It’s hard to describe the feeling.
If he had to describe it, Wei Fuyuan feels that this was the legendary “cold feet” one gets as a son-in-law meeting their mother-in-law for the first time. As the saying goes, he was the “son in law with hairy feet.” Although it was unreasonable, he felt very guilty for no reason.
T/N-In the dialect of Shanghai and its surrounding areas, the original title of “son-in-law with hairy feet” is a term for a prospective son-in-law who has not “converted to a regular position”.
— No, no, it’s still a little different.
Wei Fuyuan nervously clenched Bei Quan’s hand under the table.
When someone else’s hairy-footed son-in-law came to visit, the most he could do was be disliked and despised by his mother-in-law. He was going back for Bei Quan this time, and if his master didn’t like him, he would directly reject him. What if he was kicked out of the house and loses his memory again!?
——No, I have to prepare first!
Many thoughts rushed through Wei Fuyuan’s head, and the strength of holding Bei Quan’s hand became tighter and tighter, and he didn’t realize that his palm had begun to sweat.
“We haven’t gone yet, why are you panicking?”
Bei Quan gently broke away from Wei Fuyuan’s hand and came up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“And there is one more thing we have to do before we go back to the secret realm of Zhu Ling.”
Wei Fuyuan touched his face, which had just been kissed, and was a little confused.
Bei Quan’s words were so misleading that it was hard not to want to be crooked.
“What, what is it?”
Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard, and his gaze involuntarily slid toward Bei Quan’s waist.
“What are you thinking about!”
As soon as Bei Quan saw Wei Fuyuan’s flushed cheeks and wandering eyes, he guessed that this person must be making up some unnecessary pornographic images in his brain, so he leaned into his little boyfriend’s ear, lowered his voice, and said word by word :
“Yes. A. Very. Serious. Matter!”
Wei Fuyuan quickly sat upright, looking at his eyes, and lips.
Although what Bei Quan said was very decent and serious, the two were too close, and ambiguous whispering still made Jiang Nan’an think a little too much.
“Ahem!”
Comrade Jiang cleared his throat very contrived:
“So do you guys have any more arrangements?”
Bei Quan nodded, then got up and brought a folder from the low cabinet, took out a photo from it, and put it on the table, “Xiao Wei, take a look, have you seen this person before?”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an padded over together.
“Ah!”
Wei Fuyuan shouted, “Isn’t this the man who gave the bracelet to Zhang Yiping!”
His eyes widened in shock as he stared at Bei Quan, “So you know him!”
Bei Quan smiled faintly, “To be more precise, I’ve seen his corpse.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an once again spoke in unison:
“He’s already dead!?”
Bei Quan took out another piece of information and spread it out on the table page by page.
“Let me start from the beginning.”
He pressed a little harder on the man’s picture:
“This man’s name is Zhu Hongtao, I just investigated a case related to him ……”
————————-
Zhu Hongtao’s true identity was still being verified, so Bei Quan did not give a detailed account of all the things he had experienced with Qing Zhu and A’Liu.
The only thing that Bei Quan told them was that Zhu Hongtao was a folklorist and had probably been involved in some cases related to Hui Gui, but before “Special Seven Field Service” caught him, he had already hung himself.
“Since the person is already dead, what else can we do?”
Jiang Nan’an stroked his chin, “Do you plan to invoke the soul?”
“Not bad. Comrade Jiang, you are very resourceful.”
Bei Quan gave a thumbs-up to Jiang Nan’an.
“But what I want to do is not to summon souls, but to ‘descend to the yin'”
At that, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an both showed surprised looks.
The term ‘descending to yin’ had not been unheard of to Wei Fuyuan, but what he had heard in the past was more like urban legends. It was false information which could not be true at all.
Jiang Nan’an, who was more knowledgeable, looked back and forth at Bei Quan with puzzled and scrutinizing eyes, “You can still descend to yin?”
He said with a frown, “Besides, the risk of going to hell is quite high, right? Why do you have to go?” What about Yin?”
As soon as he heard the “risky” part, Wei Fuyuan immediately objected, “You can’t! Choose a safer method!”
“Do not panic.”
Bei Quan smiled and patiently explained:
“Although I haven’t descended to the yin that much, I still have some confidence.”
As he spoke, he restrained his smile and said solemnly,
“And, compared to other methods, descending to yin may be the only option.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an asked again in unison,
“Why?”
Bei Quan replied:
“Zhu Hongtao committed suicide before we found him. The specific time should be August 8 this year—that is, around three o’clock in the morning yesterday.”
He said, pulling out a photo from the folder and putting it on the table.
Wei Fuyuan only took a glance at it and showed an uncomfortable look. On the other hand, Jiang Nan’an clasped his hands together and proclaimed Amitabha Buddah.
The photo was of a hanged man.
The man was dressed in black, with his feet dangling in front of the window of a large classroom-like house. Due to insufficient light, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but judging from the man’s lowered head and relaxed posture of his hands and feet, if the figure was not a dummy, then it had to have been a dead person without a doubt.
“This is Zhu Hongtao.”
Bei Quan pointed to the man in the photo.
“He committed suicide in the early hours of yesterday morning in the data room of the Institute of History he worked for. The doorman saw him walk into the institute at around 3:05 a.m. The surveillance in the gate also clearly captured the scene.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an listened attentively, waiting for Bei Quan’s next words.
“However, there is an expert at the ‘Special Seven Field Service’, and she ordered for Zhu Hongtao’s life.”
Bei Quan paused, then said:
“She said, if she was right, Zhu Hongtao should have died a year ago.”
In the last three words, Bei Quan deliberately bites the accent.
Wei Fuyuan knows nothing about metaphysics, so naturally, he didn’t understand what Bei Quan meant, so he looked at Jiang Nan’an with a look asking for advice, waiting for this “senior” to ask a question first.
Sure enough, Senior Jiang frowned and thought for a while, before giving his own reasoning.
“If the ‘Special Seven Field Service’ side is correct, then does it mean that this man impersonated Zhu Hongtao?”
Bei Quan smiled slightly and added another possibility:
“Or, this Zhu Hongtao, is not the ‘original’ Zhu Hongtao anymore.”
“Hiss!”
Jiang Nan’an drew a breath of cold air and said, “You mean, someone possessed his body?”
Bei Quan did not affirm or deny.
“This is just one of the possibilities.”
Bei Quan said, “That’s why I’m going ‘down’ to see.”
Jiang Nan’an finally understood this time:
“The three souls and seven spirits of the person whose body has been taken probably no longer exist and cannot be summoned, so you want to ‘go down’ and directly ask someone to help you check, right?”
Bei Quan smiled and nodded, “That’s exactly it.”
Jiang Nan’an was still worried.
“But I’ve heard that if you want to ask someone ‘down there’ to help, the cost will not be small.”
He still expressed his disapproval of this plan:
“Also, there are risks in descending to the yin. Descending to the yin… is it okay for you to go down alone?”
Wei Fuyuan was a hundred times against anything that could threaten Bei Quan’s safety.
“Don’t even think about going alone!”
Young Master Wei grabbed Bei Quan’s arm and said nervously:
“Have you forgotten that the last time you were in Xuanmen Village? That time, your soul left your body and almost couldn’t come back!?”
He would never forget. Last time, Bei Quan had even stopped breathing, and it was only through CPR that he was rescued. Looking back at the scene at that time, Wei Fuyuan still had lingering palpitations.
If it were to happen again, Wei Fuyuan would not doubt that he would never be able to withstand such a stimulus.
He grabbed Bei Quan’s hand tightly and said, “Anyway, I disagree.”
“It’s okay, I’ve already prepared the payment for those people ‘down there’.”
Bei Quan covered the back of Wei Fuyuan’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly, “And your man is so powerful, it’s just going through hell, it’s just a trivial matter!”
Wei Fuyuan would like to correct the term “your man,” but also knew that now was not the time for flirting.
He firmly grasped Bei Quan’s shoulders with both hands, so that Bei Qaun’s eyes met his.
“Since you say you are so sure.”
Wei Fuyuan said:
“Then do you dare to bring me along with you?”
Monday, August 9th, at 8:42 am.
Bei Quan, Wei Fuyuan, and Jiang Nan’an were sitting at the table eating breakfast. As usual, Zhu Ling was absent, while Tian Jiaxin went out early in the morning to take his Myna for a walk.
Jiang Nan’an had just returned from Yueling Mountain. He wasn’t sure if it was from the tiredness of traveling, or the realization that his first love had gone with the wind, but his spirit was completely wilted, and he couldn’t even bring himself to eat breakfast.
Seeing Comrade Xiao Jiang’s sluggish look, Bei Quan felt he was a little pitiful, so he peeled a tea egg for him and put it in his bowl.
Jiang Nan’an picked up the egg, bit off half of it in one bite, chewed it twice, and suddenly covered his face and began to cry.
Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan both looked at him in bewilderment.
Jiang Nan’an showed the remaining half of the egg, “Not even a yolk, I’m unlucky! If it weren’t for my bad luck, Xiaolian wouldn’t have broken up with me in the first place!”
“No yolk?”
Wei Fuyuan was puzzled, “No way?”
He picked up his tea egg and took a bite, and when he looked inside, it was yellow.
Jiang Nan’an cried even louder.
Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan had no choice but to comfort him for a while, and finally smoothed Comrade Xiao Jiang’s hair.
Jiang Nan’an wiped out the remaining fried dough sticks and soy milk, temporarily forgetting his hurt, and asked seriously, “Where are you and Xiao Wei going to go, Bei Quan?”
Bei Quan turned his head to look at Wei Fuyuan, who was sitting next to him, and? his eyes curved with a smile: “Master asked me to take Xiao Wei back to the secret realm of Zhu Ling with me for a trip.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an shouted together, “What!?”
The two were taken aback by each other’s reaction and looked at each other again.
Jiang Nan’an jumped to ask the question first:
“Didn’t you say that outsiders can’t just enter Zhu Ling’s Secret Realm? Why do you want to take Xiaowei?
Bei Quan laughed.
“Probably because Zhu Ling reported the matter between me and Xiao Wei to the master, he is an old man…”
Having said this, Bei Quan sighed lightly, and shook his head again, “It’s hard to say now, we can only wait to know what he wants.”
Wei Fuyuan secretly reached for Bei Quan’s hand under the table, his eyes revealing clear concern.
Although young master Wei came out to his parents and even dared to leave home on the spot, but knowing it was Bei Quan’s master, he was nervous for some reason.
It’s hard to describe the feeling.
If he had to describe it, Wei Fuyuan feels that this was the legendary “cold feet” one gets as a son-in-law meeting their mother-in-law for the first time. As the saying goes, he was the “son in law with hairy feet.” Although it was unreasonable, he felt very guilty for no reason.
— No, no, it’s still a little different.
Wei Fuyuan nervously clenched Bei Quan’s hand under the table.
When someone else’s hairy-footed son-in-law came to visit, the most he could do was be disliked and despised by his mother-in-law. He was going back for Bei Quan this time, and if his master didn’t like him, he would directly reject him. What if he was kicked out of the house and loses his memory again!?
——No, I have to prepare first!
Many thoughts rushed through Wei Fuyuan’s head, and the strength of holding Bei Quan’s hand became tighter and tighter, and he didn’t realize that his palm had begun to sweat.
“We haven’t gone yet, why are you panicking?”
Bei Quan gently broke away from Wei Fuyuan’s hand and came up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek.
“And there is one more thing we have to do before we go back to the secret realm of Zhu Ling.”
Wei Fuyuan touched his face, which had just been kissed, and was a little confused.
Bei Quan’s words were so misleading that it was hard not to want to be crooked.
“What, what is it?”
Wei Fuyuan swallowed hard, and his gaze involuntarily slid toward Bei Quan’s waist.
“What are you thinking about!”
As soon as Bei Quan saw Wei Fuyuan’s flushed cheeks and wandering eyes, he guessed that this person must be making up some unnecessary pornographic images in his brain, so he leaned into his little boyfriend’s ear, lowered his voice, and said word by word :
“Yes. A. Very. Serious. Matter!”
Wei Fuyuan quickly sat upright, looking at his eyes, and lips.
Although what Bei Quan said was very decent and serious, the two were too close, and ambiguous whispering still made Jiang Nan’an think a little too much.
“Ahem!”
Comrade Jiang cleared his throat very contrived:
“So do you guys have any more arrangements?”
Bei Quan nodded, then got up and brought a folder from the low cabinet, took out a photo from it, and put it on the table, “Xiao Wei, take a look, have you seen this person before?”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an padded over together.
“Ah!”
Wei Fuyuan shouted, “Isn’t this the man who gave the bracelet to Zhang Yiping!”
His eyes widened in shock as he stared at Bei Quan, “So you know him!”
Bei Quan smiled faintly, “To be more precise, I’ve seen his corpse.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an once again spoke in unison:
“He’s already dead!?”
Bei Quan took out another piece of information and spread it out on the table page by page.
“Let me start from the beginning.”
He pressed a little harder on the man’s picture:
“This man’s name is Zhu Hongtao, I just investigated a case related to him ……”
————————-
Zhu Hongtao’s true identity was still being verified, so Bei Quan did not give a detailed account of all the things he had experienced with Qing Zhu and A’Liu.
The only thing that Bei Quan told them was that Zhu Hongtao was a folklorist and had probably been involved in some cases related to Hui Gui, but before “Special Seven Field Service” caught him, he had already hung himself.
“Since the person is already dead, what else can we do?”
Jiang Nan’an stroked his chin, “Do you plan to invoke the soul?”
“Not bad. Comrade Jiang, you are very resourceful.”
Bei Quan gave a thumbs-up to Jiang Nan’an.
“But what I want to do is not to summon souls, but to ‘descend to the yin'”
At that, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an both showed surprised looks.
The term ‘descending to yin’ had not been unheard of to Wei Fuyuan, but what he had heard in the past was more like urban legends. It was false information which could not be true at all.
Jiang Nan’an, who was more knowledgeable, looked back and forth at Bei Quan with puzzled and scrutinizing eyes, “You can still descend to yin?”
He said with a frown, “Besides, the risk of going to hell is quite high, right? Why do you have to go?” What about Yin?”
As soon as he heard the “risky” part, Wei Fuyuan immediately objected, “You can’t! Choose a safer method!”
“Do not panic.”
Bei Quan smiled and patiently explained:
“Although I haven’t descended to the yin that much, I still have some confidence.”
As he spoke, he restrained his smile and said solemnly,
“And, compared to other methods, descending to yin may be the only option.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an asked again in unison,
“Why?”
Bei Quan replied:
“Zhu Hongtao committed suicide before we found him. The specific time should be August 8 this year—that is, around three o’clock in the morning yesterday.”
He said, pulling out a photo from the folder and putting it on the table.
Wei Fuyuan only took a glance at it and showed an uncomfortable look. On the other hand, Jiang Nan’an clasped his hands together and proclaimed Amitabha Buddah.
The photo was of a hanged man.
The man was dressed in black, with his feet dangling in front of the window of a large classroom-like house. Due to insufficient light, he couldn’t see his face clearly, but judging from the man’s lowered head and relaxed posture of his hands and feet, if the figure was not a dummy, then it had to have been a dead person without a doubt.
“This is Zhu Hongtao.”
Bei Quan pointed to the man in the photo.
“He committed suicide in the early hours of yesterday morning in the data room of the Institute of History he worked for. The doorman saw him walk into the institute at around 3:05 a.m. The surveillance in the gate also clearly captured the scene.”
Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an listened attentively, waiting for Bei Quan’s next words.
“However, there is an expert at the ‘Special Seven Field Service’, and she ordered for Zhu Hongtao’s life.”
Bei Quan paused, then said:
“She said, if she was right, Zhu Hongtao should have died a year ago.”
In the last three words, Bei Quan deliberately bites the accent.
Wei Fuyuan knows nothing about metaphysics, so naturally, he didn’t understand what Bei Quan meant, so he looked at Jiang Nan’an with a look asking for advice, waiting for this “senior” to ask a question first.
Sure enough, Senior Jiang frowned and thought for a while, before giving his own reasoning.
“If the ‘Special Seven Field Service’ side is correct, then does it mean that this man impersonated Zhu Hongtao?”
Bei Quan smiled slightly and added another possibility:
“Or, this Zhu Hongtao, is not the ‘original’ Zhu Hongtao anymore.”
“Hiss!”
Jiang Nan’an drew a breath of cold air and said, “You mean, someone possessed his body?”
Bei Quan did not affirm or deny.
“This is just one of the possibilities.”
Bei Quan said, “That’s why I’m going ‘down’ to see.”
Jiang Nan’an finally understood this time:
“The three souls and seven spirits of the person whose body has been taken probably no longer exist and cannot be summoned, so you want to ‘go down’ and directly ask someone to help you check, right?”
Bei Quan smiled and nodded, “That’s exactly it.”
Jiang Nan’an was still worried.
“But I’ve heard that if you want to ask someone ‘down there’ to help, the cost will not be small.”
He still expressed his disapproval of this plan:
“Also, there are risks in descending to the yin. Descending to the yin… is it okay for you to go down alone?”
Wei Fuyuan was a hundred times against anything that could threaten Bei Quan’s safety.
“Don’t even think about going alone!”
Young Master Wei grabbed Bei Quan’s arm and said nervously:
“Have you forgotten that the last time you were in Xuanmen Village? That time, your soul left your body and almost couldn’t come back!?”
He would never forget. Last time, Bei Quan had even stopped breathing, and it was only through CPR that he was rescued. Looking back at the scene at that time, Wei Fuyuan still had lingering palpitations.
If it were to happen again, Wei Fuyuan would not doubt that he would never be able to withstand such a stimulus.
He grabbed Bei Quan’s hand tightly and said, “Anyway, I disagree.”
“It’s okay, I’ve already prepared the payment for those people ‘down there’.”
Bei Quan covered the back of Wei Fuyuan’s hand and squeezed it comfortingly, “And your man is so powerful, it’s just going through hell, it’s just a trivial matter!”
Wei Fuyuan would like to correct the term “your man,” but also knew that now was not the time for flirting.
He firmly grasped Bei Quan’s shoulders with both hands, so that Bei Qaun’s eyes met his.
“Since you say you are so sure.”
Wei Fuyuan said:
“Then do you dare to bring me along with you?”
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