Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 118: He Is My Rival

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Speaking of this, Ah Jian seemed to be about to cry.

But the man on the other side of the phone finally calmed down again.

Ah Jian told Bei Quan that after returning from the Maldives, the strange events surrounding his wife continued to recur and never stopped.

The girl still felt as if she was being followed, day and night, indoors and outdoors, in crowded places or when she was alone. She could see a dark shadow trailing her from the corner of her eyes, but when she turned around to look more clearly, there was nothing.

Wei Fuyuan listened from the outside and smacked his lips.

To be honest, if anyone, no matter when and where, just glanced at a blind spot, and felt someone staring at them, they would almost be mentally weakened.

And what’s worse, only you’d be able to see it. No matter how scared you are and how scary and weird the places where the ghost appeared were, your relatives, friends, and even passers-by still wouldn’t be able to feel a little bit of what you are feeling. Instead, they would only talk about whether you are crazy in private.

“Hiss!”

Thinking of this, Wei Fuyuan shook his arms and whispered, “This is very bad!”

“Yes.”

Jiang Nan’an beside him finally spoke up.

When he spoke, his eyes were far away, his tone was eerie, and his whole face carried a subtle ethereal halo, like he was sighing.

“Yes …… it’s too bad ……”

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

——I’m just sighing, why do you look as if you’ve gone through the same troubles they have? Stop with that pitying expression.

And at this time the hotline call continued.

[Xiao Lan’s mental health was getting worse and worse. She was getting weaker day by day and has been losing sleep all night. Even dropping a spoon upstairs could scare her out of her chair… and thus, she can’t go to work at all, so she could only resign and rest at home.]

It could be heard from Mr. Ah Jian’s voice that he was really heartbroken about what was happening with his wife. His voice trembled as he cried when he said it. He was probably wiping his tears in his dream.

[But if only that was all there to it ……]

Bei Quan: “Oh? What else has happened?”

[She …… almost died several times, several times ……]

Then, this Mr. Ah Jian started to talk about the other incidents that happened to his wife.

After returning from the Maldives, Ah Jian accompanied Xiao lan to her company to resign, the two completed the formalities, carrying a box of personal items downstairs when suddenly, Xiao lan who was walking in front of him unexpectedly slipped, then rolled half a floor in front of her own husband’s eyes before her waist slammed into the corner of the stairs.

Ah Jian was terrified and threw away the personal item box to chase down and pick up his wife who had fallen to the ground.

Fortunately, Xiao Lan was very lucky. Except for a bruise on her waist, the injury was much lighter than what he had thought.

But the girl cried with fear on the spot.

She threw herself into her husband’s arms, crying while shouting, not about her own fall, but about “something” pulling her feet, while she pulled up her skirt, revealing a pair of thin white legs hidden by the hem……

[Really …… I was terrified at that time ……]

Recalling this, Ah Jian took a deep breath,

[I saw a circle of bruises on her ankles! You could see the imprints of five fingers as if someone had really pulled hard on her foot!]

Bei Quan made a sound of acknowledgement giving the other party some time to calm down.

[This was not the end of …… this was not the end of ……]

Ah Jian sniffed and asked rhetorically.

[The host, have you seen ‘The Final Destination’?]

Not waiting for Bei Quan to answer, he continued.

[I feel that Xiao Lan is like those who were targeted by God of Death, every moment is lived facing dangers from nowhere ……]

After that, the girl once went to the hospital, only to have a tile patch fall off the exterior of a building from down the road, almost hitting her on head.

A few days later, her bag strap caught trapped between the bus door, and she was dragged and pulled more than 10 metres, and almost rolled under the wheels.

Even if she doesn’t go out, the temperature control system of the water heater at home would suddenly fail, the hot water nearly scalding off a piece of skin on Xiao Lan’s hand, if not for the shower head’s position being a bit more off than usual, I’m afraid she was going to get a massive burn ……

There had been so many accidents. Ah Jian alone remembered seven times, that is to say, his wife has had an accident every three or four days on average.

Although it was a near miss every time, and she luckily survived without very serious injuries, if such incidents occurred, again and again, anyone would go crazy.

[We’ve even tried to find someone to help [resolve]…]

Ah Jian continued.

[We went to a famous temple to ask for a Protective talisman, and even invited a monk to the house to read sutras].

He paused and then added,

[A friend recommended that they call on a shamaness, who said that Xiao Lan is haunted by a malevolent ghost. She did all sorts of arcane rituals in attempts to undo haunting– messing around for a long time with sacrificing chickens and sprinkling salt everywhere…….]

Then Ah Jian laughed bitterly.

[but it’s all been useless…]

[Not only was it useless, but every time I ask someone to do a religious ceremony, [that thing] would become more aggressive ……]

Before hanging up the phone, Ah Jian finally said.

[I’m afraid that …… if this continues, Xiao lan …… and I, will not survive ……]

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Friday, August 6, at 12:35 am

When the program was finished, Bei Quan turned off the broadcasting station and came out from the inner room.

Wei Fuyuan immediately greeted him, hanging on his shoulder like a large dog begging for a reward from his master, and rubbed his head on the ear of his lover.

“This time the case seems to be quite simple.”

Seeing that Bei Quan didn’t make him let go, Wei Fuyuan was happy.

“The problem should be in the ‘thing’ that is stalking the girl, right? We will just have to catch it.”

Young Master Wei sounded a bit smug.

“By the way, I’ve been with you for more than three months, but it’s the first time I’ve come across such a ‘traditional’ case, it sounds like a Hong Kong ghost movie from the 1980s.”

Bei Quan glanced at his little assisstant Xiao Wei.

“But how can you be sure that the ‘Ah Jian’ who called us is still alive?”

When Wei Fuyuan heard the speech, he immediately quivered.

Yes, how could he forget?

The [Thriller Night Talk] was not an ordinary radio program, the guests who call the hotline not only do not know that they have made such a call, but sometimes may not even know that they are dead.

If that Mr. Ah Jian just told a story from the past, he might have been killed by a ghost along with his beautiful wife by now.

His original confident expression suddenly collapsed.

“Then what should we do?”

Bei Quan smiled, “Of course, we should find out ‘Ah Jian’ and ‘Xiao lan’s’ true identities first.”

As for where to start, it would be up to Zhu Ling.

“I know.”

Jiang Nan’an, who had been unusually quiet since a while ago, abruptly interjected into the conversation between the two of them.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan turned to look at him together. Their actions were neat and their expressions were uniform. The details showed the tacit understanding of lovers, which made Jiang Nan’an, a single dog, feel sad for a while.

He raised his hand in a gesture of surrender.

“I probably know who the caller …… was just now.”

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan’s eyes opened even wider.

Wei Fuyuan tried to confirm at once.

“You mean …… that ‘Ah Jian’ is an acquaintance of yours?”

“Not really an acquaintance.”

Jiang Nan’an squeezed out a smile that was uglier than a crying expression.

“To be precise, he is my love rival …… or a love rival who successfully drove me into the corner.”

Bei Quan: “Huh?!”

Wei Fuyuan: “Ha?!”

The two expressed their doubts in the same breath.

“It’s really unbearable to look back at the bright moon thinking of the past……”

Jiang Nan’an let out a sigh, dragged over a chair, sat down in place, and took a stance for giving a long talk.

“My ex-girlfriend’s name is Su Lan. She was a college classmate of mine ……”

Then Jiang Nan’an spent twenty minutes telling Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan about his own “rough” love history.

He was quite talented as a storyteller, and he spoke about how the four years the two spent were quite complicated and mellow, quite a bit like a pure love in literary movies.

However, Wei Fuyuan humbly extracted the key points from his pile of nonsense.

“So, you managed to get into a relationship with the class flower, but the class flower started to dislike you after living together for two months and then broke up with you because of your bad luck?”

——The age old saying of ‘if you must hit someone, you shouldn’t aim for the face; if you must speak of someone, you shouldn’t reveal their shortcomings’– don’t you understand it?

Jiang Nan’an was so angry that he ground his teeth and nodded indignantly.

“I was sad for a long time after we broke up.”

Jiang Nan’an turned his head, presenting a pose of gazing into the distance, trying to make himself seem more cultured.

“I have tried to win Xiao Lan’s heart back, but …… she had already found a new boyfriend ……”

Comrade Jiang pitifully lowered his eyes, “I was really sad, deleted her contact information, even left the class group chat, and after graduation, I didn’t go to any reunion.”

After that, Jiang Nan’an was very cautious with his feelings, he intended to go straight back to Shaolin Temple, henceforth, shave one’s head and become a monk and take refuge in the religious life, and never touch the love of the world.

It’s a pity that not only did he fail to become a monk, but also less than half a month after he returned to Fèng Xīngchéng, he encountered a case related to his ex-girlfriend again.

“Oh!”

Hearing this, Wei Fuyuan raised an eyebrow, “So you hadn’t even known that she was married now, right?”

This sentence was too heart-wrenching.

Jiang Nan’an covered his chest, bent down and lowered his head, posing as if he had angina.

In order to completely forget Su Lan, Jiang Nan’an especially changed his mobile phone number, and there were few college classmates left on the new contact list. All of them knew that he had an old relationship with the class flower. Considering his mood, they would deliberately not mention her in front of Comrade Xiao Jiang.

So he really did not know that Su Lan had gotten married last month.

What Bei Quan cared about, however, was something else.

“What is Su Lan’s husband’s name?”

Jiang Nan’an lifted his head and replied with a wilted voice.

“Cai Mingjian, a senior three years above us, he used to be our counsellor.”

“Well, it will be much easier now that we know the real name of the caller.”

Bei Quan nodded.

Then he took the two downstairs, knocked directly on the door of the study, called up Zhu Ling, the spiritual artifact who did not need to sleep, and gave her a slip of paper with the names of the two written on it.

“Please check on these two people now.”

Just as Jiang Nan’an was feeling quite moved, he heard Bei Quan talking to himself again, and his heart suddenly went cold.

Bei Quan had said,

“Let’s hope the young couple is still alive.”