Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 83: Do you remember how you died?

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Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Ghostie

When he saw the email, José’s first thought was, this must be a prank.

But José was already at the end of his tether. He vaguely remembered Huan mentioning that he was once adopted by a very rich family when he was a child, so he replied to the email impersonating Huan, asking for more evidence.

Chen Dafa’s legal team was very efficient, and within a day José received a reply.

The other side provided him with a copy of the estate’s execution of the power of attorney, which he did not understand at all, as well as explaining in detail all of the questions he was pondering, even providing “him” with a ticket to Texas, which in the end did not seem like a joke at all.

——One billion dollars.

This was definitely a figure that was enough to make most people in the world jump.

José couldn’t help but imagine how much he could get from his boyfriend after he received this large sum.

But that night, José was still thinking about how to share this news when Huan came home.

He arrived all drugged up and in a state of over-excitement, with obvious signs of having just had intercouse with someone.

The two soon quarrelled and fought, as they had countless times in the past.

During the scuffle, José punched Huan in the face, breaking the corner of his mouth.

Huan caught his reflection in the glass cabinet revealing his? bruised face, and immediately became furious, threatening to break up with him.

When he heard the word “break up”, José, who was initially angry, quickly calmed down.

He understood something very important. He and Huan were no longer close.

The reason the two were still cohabiting and living under the same roof was because they were both poor, so poor that they couldn’t maintain the cost of rent if they were on their own, that was all.

As long as Huan inherited the billion-dollar estate, would he still keep José?

José thought this through, muttering to himself, immediately a bone-chilling feeling shot down his spine. The more contemplation he did, the more intense the hatred rose.

He hated Huan.

It was obvious that he was just a fatherless orphan, yet he had been granted this great fortune from heaven.

——Why not me?

José repeatedly asked himself.

——Why am I not the one qualified to inherit this billion dollar inheritance?

At this time, he heard a voice.

——Kill him!

José looked at Huan’s face intently, it was very similar to his own. He listened to the voice in his mind.

——Kill Huan and take his place!

——Then, the billion dollars would be all yours!

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“Did you kill Huan?”

Bei Quan asked José.

José’s lips trembled and he didn’t answer, but his expression said everything.

“I… I just want the money…”

José’s fingers nervously scratched the floor and murmured, “I just… Just want money…”

Bei Quan looked at José, who was crying very pitifully and frowned slightly.

It now appears that the Hui Gui who had not appeared until now was brought into the mansion by the fake Juan, that is, José.

——Just…

Bei Quan pondered silently.

Last night, he released the little fox Guan Hu Su Ying. At that time, José was staying in the room in front of them. The little fox should have immediately noticed the smell of the ghost.

So this means that the Hui Gui had left its “former host”, José, for some reason and found someone new to rely on.

When he thought of this, Bei Quan’s brow knitted tighter.

So far, the people in this room, including the corpses, have been checked one by one by Bei Quan. Where else could the Hui Gui hide?

However, although there was no trace of the Hui Gui, there was one thing that could be verified by José now.

“That’s right.”

Bei Quan smiled at José and asked, “Do you remember how you died?”

His question was a peculiar one. To the person being asked, it was more than shocking. It was simply like a bolt out of the blue.

José stopped sobbing, raised his head, and looked at Bei Quan with a confused expression etched on his face.

“You… What did you say?”

Jose didn’t believe his ears at all and repeated himself again in a daze, “What are you talking about?!”

Bei Quan looked directly into José’s eyes.

“You’re dead.”

He said word by word:

“Do you remember how you died?”

“No!!”

Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, José let out a scream so high-pitched that his voice cracked, his entire body jumped up.

“No, no!!”

He backed up while pulling his hair tightly, repeating the words “No way” under his breath, not wanting to believe what he had just been told.

Bei Quan didn’t say anything more and just watched in silence as José retreated all the way to the back wall, crashing into the corner cabinet.

“It’s true.”

He pointed at José’s feet. “If you don’t believe me, see for yourself.”

Jose reflexively looked down.

“Look, look at what?”

In the next second, he froze solid.

There was a flower stand beside the corner cabinet, which reached up to José’s knees.

The shadow of the flower stand after being illuminated by the room’s overhead light went straight through his legs and appeared directly on the floor.

“This—”

José’s eyes widened and his expression turned livid with extreme fear, “This can’t be!!! This can’t be!!!”

He looked around hastily and quickly realized that the shadow of the trellis was able to penetrate his body, he had no shadow at all!

“Yes.”

Bei Quan chuckled coldly and spoke the truth that he had long been aware of, but only now did he bring it to the surface.

“You’re already dead, that’s why there is no shadow.”

Wei Fuyuan crossed his arms loosely and watched the events unfold with cold eyes.

Yesterday, Bei Quan taught him the method of “looking at Qi”. Although Young Master Wei was not very familiar with it, it was just enough for him to distinguish that José was not a living man anymore, the dark grey aura surrounding José made him realise this.

“No, this can’t be! It’s impossible!”

José was still desperately shaking his head, while raising his hands and repeatedly gesturing at the light, trying to find his own shadow.

“How can I be dead?! How, how could I die? No, it can’t be ……”

He frantically tore at his hair, looking almost hysterical, “If say, say I died …… then, how did I die?!”

At the end of the sentence, José suddenly stopped shouting and struggling like a doll whose mechanism had just come to an end.

He stood frozen in place and stared blankly at his hands.

“I …… I remember ……”

It was like watching a first-vision movie. A memory suddenly appeared in his mind with the keywords “how did I die”.

When José heard the gunshot, he immediately became aware that the situation was bad.

He knew something was wrong and immediately thought of his real identity. He was afraid that the secret of him killing Huan would be exposed so he didn’t dare to call the police, the only thing on his mind was to flee the house as quickly as he could.

But José, a fake, soon found himself dazed by the complex terrain of the mansion. In his panic, he couldn’t find the main door at all.

Like a rat thrown into a maze, José was frightened. While wandering aimlessly, desperately looking for a way out, he heard the footsteps of the gunmen, and then witnessed them being killed by Akihiko Yamamoto’s black shadows, blood oozing from their seven orifices.

And just when José was about to his mind…

“Yes… I… I remember…”

He twitched his lips and a rueful smile blossomed on his face.

“I’m… dead …… I’m dead ……”

As he spoke, José’s pretty face gradually faded and began to bleed, revealing his true appearance as a man who had died.

His face was still handsome, but was now blue and white. His eyes protruded, his head was tilted to the side, and his neck was bent in an unnatural arc.

“Someone killed me ……”

“What did you see?” Bei Quan asked.

“I, I saw …… saw a hand ……”

José replied in a shaky voice.

“There was a pair of hands reaching out from behind…… on, on my shoulders ……”

Bei Quan, “And then what?”

The tone of his question was calm and gentle as if he was hosting [Thriller Night Talk].

José froze and went along with the words pouring out of him.

“…… I, I saw a pair of hands… sticking out of the wall ……”

“They crawled down my shoulders and up to my neck ……”

“Then, I died ……”

Bei Quan nodded.

“Got it.”

He arched his eyes and smiled at José.

“Now can you please take us to the place where you saw those hands?”

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This time, it was finally José who led the way.

The three walked along the same path and went back to where José was attacked.

Bei Quan guessed correctly, the wall where José saw the “hands” was located right on the “central axis”, which was below the east wall of the room where Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan had stayed during their time at the mansion.

“It was right here ……”

José, or rather, the corpse of José, cocked his head to the side and raised his hand, pointing towards the floor clock.

Bei Quan smiled and nodded.

Following his previous agreement with José, he summoned the Qingguang Vientiane Brush and drew a simple spell talisman, then tapped the talisman on José’s head.

José’s corpse fell to the ground becoming motionless.

He completed the task of leading the way and got the liberation promised to him by Bei Quan.

Wei Fuyuan dragged José’s corpse to a slightly distant corner in the room and then moved the heavy brass pedestal clock away from the wall, which was as tall as a man, all according to Bei Quan’s instructions.

“Hiss!”

Wei Fuyuan drew a deep breath.

There was a palm-sized hole in the wall that was previously blocked by the clock.

“Break the wall open.”

Bei Quan pointed at the hole.

Wei Fuyuan looked around and found a European-style candelabra with three-pointed forks at the top, sitting on a decorative cabinet. It looked quite sturdy and could be used not only to smash the wall but also as a defensive weapon, just in case.

He was very satisfied. He stepped forward quickly, grasped the candelabra, and turned back towards the wall.

“Wait.”

Before Wei Fuyuan started, Bei Quan pressed on his hand and reminded him.

“Be careful.”

Wei Fuyuan’s heart inexplicably fluttered and he nodded forcefully.

Then, he stood in front of the broken hole, raised the candelabra, and swung down hard against the wall.

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The author has something to say: Well, so far all the clues have been revealed! This case will soon be closed!

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