Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 75: Fu Guanyin is mine!

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Ghostie

The female nurse was stunned.

She blankly stared at Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan for several seconds— her alert and frightened expression relaxed a little.

The nurse finally let go of the infusion stand. She staggered back a step, looked around in panic, and asked, “I heard gunshots. What the hell is happening!?”

“A group of armed gunmen broke into the house.”

Bei Quan replied, “They killed the housekeeper and caught the lawyer.”

Giving the nurse the benefit of the doubt, Bei Quan accepted the other side as the good camp by default, so he did not actively hide anything. Only in this way would the nurse, who had no understanding of what was going on, can avoid unnecessary harm.

When she heard the words “armed gunmen”, the nurse’s eyes widened; her expression morphed into shock whilst her body started to shake involuntarily.

Bei Quan had been paying attention to the female nurse’s expression.

The nurse was a green-eyed Caucasian with an extremely light iris colour, so the abrupt shift in her pupil’s narrowing was plainly visible. Her face turning pale with her fingers trembling, were also instinctive reactions to high levels of anxiety.

The nurse’s panic did not seem fake, and Bei Quan felt that she was 99% not Daniel’s accomplice.

“Armed… armed gunmen??”

The nurse took a step back in fear and instinctively pressed her hand against the door as if she was trying to shut it behind her.

“What do those men want by breaking in? What is their purpose? And where are they now??”

After a pause, she asked again.

“And, and… did you call the police? Have you called the police?!”

Bei Quan had already thought about it, but he still explained the situation clearly.

“The number of people and the purpose of the other side is not yet clear. There must be more than one person involved, and each intruder is armed with a gun.”

He paused and added.

“They planted a signal jamming device around the mansion, so cell phones don’t work, and we tried calling through the landline, but we couldn’t get through.”

The nurse’s face turned even paler.

“Ah, you’re right!”

She looked back at the master bedroom, where a telephone was also sitting on a low cabinet against the wall.

“I tried to use that phone to contact the outside when I just heard the gunshots, but I couldn’t get through.”

The nurse’s lips quivered, she was certain that the landline was reachable before that.

“So, even the telephone line was cut off?”

Bei Quan nodded, “I’m afraid so.”

“What should we do?”

The nurse’s voice was vaguely sobbing.

“At this rate, we’ll be killed, won’t we?”

Bei Quan faintly smiled, “Don’t worry.”

In the eyes of people other than Wei Fuyuan, Bei Quan was now wearing the appearance of Dai Bo Qian, and in terms of handsomeness, it certainly could not be compared to his original appearance.

But Bei Quan deliberately brought out the gentle and magnetic voice that he usually used when handling people, which naturally carried a kind of soothing magic, “We will find a way to get out and ask for help.”

He said to the female nurse.

“And you’d better find a safe and secluded place to hide until the police arrive.”

The nurse showed some excitement about Bei Quan’s proposal but still seemed very hesitant because of her duties.

She looked back at Chen Dafa who was lying on the hospital bed.

“But… What should we do with Mr. Chen?”

Bei Quan smiled.

Instead of answering the nurse’s question, he suddenly struck out without warning and hit the side of the other party’s neck.

The poor girl lost consciousness. Without even a grunt, her knees went weak and she flopped forward like a puppet with broken strings.

Before she fell to the ground, Bei Quan reached out and grabbed her.

Wei Fuyuan, “What are you doing?”

He was puzzled by his boss’s sudden action against the female nurse.

“What we have to do later is inconvenient for her to witness.”

Bei Quan explained and motioned Wei Fuyuan to pick up the fainting nurse.

“We don’t have the strength to protect her the whole time now. If we let her run around without any care, we will easily run into danger.”

Bei Quan opened a door next to the master bedroom, waved to Wei Fuyuan, and motioned him to take the person inside.

It was a vacant bedroom.

The room was not big, it could be seen at a glance when you stand at the doorway. There was a two-metre-wide double bed on the left-hand side against the wall.

Bei Quan stuffed the female nurse under the bed, then brought down a cabinet from against the wall to place it under the bed.

Wei Fuyuan: “!”

He immediately understood the significance of Bei Quan’s doing.

Looking from the door, the space under the bed was obvious at a glance. Even if someone hid under the bed, they would be easily noticed.

However, thanks to Bei Quan’s creative and quick thinking, a raised bed with a hollow bottom had transformed into a cabinet bed with storage space. Nobody would suspect that the area behind the cabinet concealed a person.

“If the nurse is smart enough, she will know that she should hide there until the police arrive to save her.”

Bei Quan patted Wei Fuyuan on the shoulder and said to him, “Well, now let’s meet Chen Dafa.”

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After settling the female nurse, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan went back to the master bedroom and locked the door.

Chen Dafa was on the hospital bed with his eyes tightly closed and unconscious, still looking like he was terminally ill and could die at any moment.

“We don’t have much time.”

Bei Quan said to Wei Fuyuan.

“I need you to help me ‘look’ through Chen Dafa’s memories, okay?”

Wei Fuyuan naturally knew what Bei Quan meant.

He nodded vigorously with a solemn expression.

Because time was short, this time Wei Fuyuan did not ask Bei Quan not to hit him on the head again.

So Bei Quan slapped Wei Fuyuan on the back of his head.

The long-lost dizziness came at the same time. Bei Quan grabbed Wei Fuyuan’s back collar and threw him towards the withered old man lying on the hospital bed.

Wei Fuyuan felt himself swoop into a mass of cold goo.

However, before he could get used to the strange sensation, he heard an urgent and rapid gasping sound.

It was his “own” voice.

In front of him, an old man lied on his back.

He was Chinese. From his appearance, he seemed to be about 60 or 70 years old. He was wearing a loose moon-white Tang suit with a placket. He was thin and withered, with protruding eyeballs. The wrist exposed outside of his cuffs was as thin as a bone.

At this moment, the strange, thin old man had a wound on his forehead from which blood was gurgling out.

The murder weapon was held in the hands of “Wei Fuyuan” himself— it was a small arm-length brass and gold-plated statue of the Guanyin.

The old man with his forehead cut open, widened his surprisingly large eyes, and stared at “Wei Fuyuan”.

“You, you—”

His throat rattled, his expression resentful, as if he was trying to speak, but the actual volume was very weak.

“You, you …… traitor!”

“Haha, hahahahaha!”

Wei Fuyuan heard “himself” laugh out loud.

“What qualifications do you have to talk about me!? What qualifications do you have to blame me!?”

Just listening to the voice, Wei Fuyuan could judge that Chen Dafa, whose memory he was experiencing, should still be very young, at most in his twenties.

“You’re a beast who didn’t even spare his own wife and son, and you called me a traitor!”

After saying that, Chen Dafai swung the brass and gold-plated Guanyin statue in his hand again and gave two more fierce blows towards the old man’s head.

Wei Fuyuan only felt goosebumps rise all over his body.

If possible, he did not want to experience what a murderer saw and felt when he committed it, because it was just too disgusting.

The old man opened his dead, protruding eyes, and no more sound was heard.

“Hahahaha, hahahahahahahaha!!!”

The young Chen Dafa’s whole body was trembling, but his emotions were too exuberant that Wei Fuyuan could sense that it was not because he had just killed a man.

“It’s mine!”

He clutched the murder weapon that had just smashed a man to death— the brass and the gold-plated statue of the Guanyin, ignoring the blood dripping from it he violently shoved it into his arms, then ran out of the room like a madman.

“It’s mine! It’s mine!!!”

Wei Fuyuan heard himself repeating this phrase over and over again.

“Fu Guanyin is mine now!!!”

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Originally, Wei Fuyuan thought this was the end of his empathy with Chen Dafa’s memories, but his vision only went black for a few seconds before it lit up again.

This time, he found himself in a dimly lit room, with the smell of incense lingering at the end of his nose.

Using Chen Dafa’s eyes, Wei Fuyuan noticed there were two other people in the room.

Infront him was a middle-aged man with a shaved head, wearing a robe, seemingly a monk, whilst next to him was a young man wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, constantly wiping his sweat with a handkerchief— his expression was tense.

“Please!”

Wei Fuyuan heard “himself” speak, while pushing a bulging envelope in front of the monk.

“Master, please help me!”

Chen Dafa’s voice sounded extremely old and weak, and the palm pressing on the envelope was also withered and grey. It was obvious that he was old.

At this time, the young man wearing black glasses who sat next to Chen Dafa, nervously translated his words into another language.

Wei Fuyuan certainly didn’t understand it, but after careful consideration, he thought it should be Siamese.

After hearing the translator’s words, the master hummed in a high voice and accepted the envelope as a gesture of accepting Chen Dafa’s commission.

He mumbled a long string of words to the translator.

And the man with black-rimmed glasses carefully and cautiously translated the master’s words word by word to Chen Dafa.

Wei Fuyuan, who was listening, soon understood the whole story.

Chen Dafa, who was a gangster in his early years, got the brass and gold-plated statue of Fu Guanyin from his boss and knew the usage of the statue— if you make a wish to it, you will be able to rise in rank, get rich, live a long life, and enjoy all the glory and wealth of the world.

But Fu Guanyin would run away. Whenever he was not paying attention, it would somehow lose his trail.

Therefore, he must build a room without doors and windows in his own house, so that Fu Guanyin would be locked up and wouldn’t be able to find a way out.

Moreover, Fu Guanyin liked cleanliness. If he wanted to ensure that Fu Guanyin couldn’t leave, it was best to mix black dog blood and incense ash in the cement of the walls. Fu Guanyin would be reluctant to approach the wall because it was too dirty, and it would be even more difficult for it to get out.

Chen Dafa, of course, did as he was told.

He smuggled the brass and gold-plated Fu Guanyin statue back to his town and rented a small house in the local suburbs. He secretly built a sealed room with special cemented walls, and “locked” the Fu Guanyin inside.