Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 81: He has a fractured neck bone

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor- Koneko, Proofreader-Ghostie

Wei Fuyuan saw Bei Quan drop something, and turned back to help him pick it up.

“Wait, don’t move.”

Bei Quan suddenly stopped him.

Wei Fuyuan: “???”

Bei Quan stared at the small, white porcelain bottle for a moment.

The bottle rolled into the corner, hit the wall, and spun around twice before finally stopping.

“Xiao Wei, go pour me a glass of water.”

Bei Quan instructed, “Tap water is fine.”

Wei Fuyuan did not know what Bei Quan was up to, but did as he was told.

A glass of water was quickly delivered.

Bei Quan squatted down and poured the water slowly onto the floor.

The water turned into a small puddle before flowing slowly in the direction of the wall.

Bei Quan stood up and turned his attention back to Akihiko Yamamoto’s body.

The dead face before him was hideous. The tainted black and red blood oozing out of his orifices had already begun to solidify, taking on a revolting jelly-like texture.

Bei Quan handed the glass of water to Wei Fuyuan, then pointed in all directions of the room.

“Just like what I did now. Pour a little water on all the places I just pointed to.”

Wei Fuyuan was full of doubts, but still, obediently did what he was told.

Subsequently, Bei Quan carefully observed the puddles in the room and closed his eyes. He became quiet, not speaking for some time.

He quickly sketched out the floor plan of the room in his mind.

“So that’s how it is ……”

Bei Quan whispered to himself.

Wei Fuyuan could not hear clearly, so naturally came closer to hear what Bei Quan was whispering.

“What did you say?”

Bei Quan smiled and said something that made Wei Fuyuan feel quite surprised.

“I think I may know where the ‘Prisoner God’ is hidden by Chen Dafa.”

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When Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan came out of the room that had been ruined by the black shadows, they also made a point of visiting the opposite bedroom where Huan stayed.

The door was not locked, so Wei Fuyuan opened it with a slight push.

The room was completely empty.

“It looks like they have run away.”

Wei Fuyuan sighed.

“I hope Huan is still alive now…”

Without further delay, the two headed back the way they had come.

The place where Bei Quan was headed was the first floor.

“Do you think Huan is still inside the house?”

Wei Fuyuan asked while walking.

“If Huan escaped and successfully called the police, they should be here soon, right?”

He frowned and glanced down at his watch.

“I’m worried that when the police arrive, we’ll be taken away.”

Bei Quan only smiled but did not comment.

They had just come downstairs when they found the body of a gunman in the corridor.

The man’s five orifices were hollowed out, and it appeared to be the handiwork of Akihiko Yamamoto.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan didn’t bother with this corpse and tip-toed around it, continuing on their way.

From the floor plan, the corridor they are now in could barely be considered the central axis of the entire house.

Bei Quan slowed down his pace and tapped on the walls as he walked as if he was looking for something in particular.

“You said the secret room that Chen Dafa used to hold the ‘Prisoner God’ should be around here ……”

Wei Fuyuan also helped Bei Quan by starting to knock on the walls.

“We have no idea how big that secret room really is. Can we really find it by knocking like this?”

By the time the two had descended the stairs, Wei Fuyuan had already posed this question to Bei Quan.

Bei Quan theorised that the “secret room” might be directly below the east wall of the room they had been staying in, precisely from Wei Fuyuan helping him with the water pouring experiment.

The small porcelain vase of Tian Jia Xin was a blessing in disguise— Bei Quan had noticed an unnatural slope of the floor in the room itself.

The tilt was minimal, so minute that if the small vase had not rolled all the way into the corner, no one would have been able to notice.

To confirm his suspicions, Bei Quan also had Wei Fuyuan pour water in several different places? within the room.

Whether it was Akihiko Yamamoto’s blood or the water that Wei Fuyuan spilled, none of the fluids flowed in any obvious direction— except for the small area on the east side, where the water was drawn towards the root of the wall.

Bei Quan carefully recalled the floor plan of the house, and an idea suddenly emerged in his mind.

Wei Fuyuan mentioned to Bei Quan that he had heard Chen Dafa tell the Siamese monk that to prevent the “Prisoner God” from escaping, he had bought an entire plot of land and built new rooms around the room where the “Prisoner God” was kept, with no doors or windows.

On the floor plan, the east wall of the room laid perfectly on the house’s centre axis, and the floor of this wall was also slightly slanted to one side.

As a result, Bei Quan speculated that the room they had been residing in was overlaid onto the existing building which happened to combine the old and new rooms together, resulting in uneven floors at opposite ends of the same room.

At the same time, it indicated that the original half of the mansion, hidden behind the east wall, was probably just below their chamber, and Chen Dafa’s “secret room” should be there as well.

However, if this speculation was true, the mansion was indeed large, and the body of the “Prisoner God” was a small, brass Guanyin statue.

For such a small object, the “secret room” would still be very difficult to find, even if its approximate location was known.

Bei Quan tried a few more positions along the corridor but still could not hear anything unusual from the sound of knocking on the wall.

“It seems like we can only give up the ‘Prisoner of God’.”

Bei Quan coughed twice.

Originally, his goal of coming to Texas was not Chen Dafa’s “Prisoner God”, but the Hui Gui that had not shown any trace so far.

He had been looking for this “Prisoner God” only because he had a vague suspicion that the Hui Gui might be related to it somehow.

Since there was no progress in finding the secret room, Bei Quan changed his mind and started looking for the Hui Gui who was hiding.

Thinking of this, Bei Quan reached out to touch the small bamboo tube hidden in his arm sleeve to release Su Ying.

The poor little fox was too frightened from the previous night and had wilted inside the small tube. Originally Bei Quan did not plan to release it outside again.

However, since the immediate priority now was to find the Hui Gui, he had no other choice but to release Su Ying again.

“Bei Quan!”

Wei Fu Yuan called out abruptly.

Bei Quan suddenly looked up and saw his assistant standing in front of a door, pointing his finger firmly.

Behind the door was the living room of this room.

The living room door was open, and inside two bodies were lying still.

One had a ski mask on his head, and was dressed as a gunman, whilst the other was a middle-aged white man, with a somewhat large body type and a small amount of white hair around the temple areas.

Bei Quan squatted down and carefully examined the bodies of the two men.

Their eyes, ears, mouth, and noses were intact, with no obvious external injuries on their bodies— not like the work of Akihiko Yamamoto or the gunmen.

“The fatal wound is here.”

Bei Quan lifted the lawyer’s head, shook it from side to side twice, and pulled the man’s collar loose, exposing his neck.

“His collar bone is fractured.”

Wei Fuyuan saw that the lawyer’s neck had a distinct circular pattern of dark bruises on it, like the special makeup effect of strangulation and hanging he had seen in TV dramas.

He furrowed his brows and asked in a deep voice.

“Who did this to them…?”

.

There were not many people who had the ability to break the neck bones of two large men alive.

“It couldn’t have been the ‘Prisoner God’, right?”

Wei Fuyuan began to regret that he hadn’t been able to finish reading Chen Dafa’s key memories.

“But, wasn’t the ‘Prisoner God’ locked up inside a ‘secret room’? How could it still run around and kill people?”

Bei Quan shook his head.

The clues he had on hand were too few, and he still couldn’t figure out what exactly the brass statue of the Fu Guanyin’s ability was.

While they were talking, there was suddenly a very soft “clicking” sound.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan froze together for a moment and turned their attention to the source.

The “click” came from a wine cabinet in the corner of the living room.

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan glanced at each other and nodded again.

Wei Fuyuan cautiously approached the wine cabinet, stopping half a metre away. He raised his leg, pivoted his heel, and opened the door of the lowest level of the cabinet.

“Waaaahhhhh!!!”

A man was huddled inside the cabinet, holding his head in his hands. His eyes were closed, and he was shouting loudly.

“Help! Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!!! Please, don’t kill me!!!”

“Huan.”

Bei Quan squatted down and called out his name.

Huan stopped his screaming, let go of the hands covering his head, and looked up in fear.

“It’s …… it’s you guys?”

Seeing that it was Wei Fuyuan and Bei Quan, Huan seemed slightly relieved.

“You …… you guys ……”

Fear and trepidation flashed in his eyes.

“I …… saw, I saw …… saw Aki he …… he killed someone!”

“And, and— I don’t know how to describe it!”

Huan shrank back deeper into the cabinet, his speech rushed and his utterances disorganised.

“He killed someone in a very, very strange way! Not normal at all! Yes: he… he’s not normal at all!”

The “Aki” from Huan’s mouth was naturally Akihiko Yamamoto.

Seeing Huan’s frightened look, Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan both looked at each other.

“Anyway, you can come out first.”

Bei Quan softly reassured him.

“Let’s leave this house, and then call the police when we get to a place where cell phone signal is available.”

Huan shook his head vigorously.

“No way! No way! Those people outside have guns! And, and Aki he …… he will kill people with his magic!”

“Don’t be afraid.”

Bei Quan smiled.

“Aki is dead.”

“Dead?”

Huan smiled, his eyes widened in shock.

“Who, who killed him?”

Bei Quan pretended not to know.

“We only saw his corpse.”

He paused and added.

“Some of those armed gunmen are dead too. I don’t know if they got what they wanted but they seem to have left as well.”

Huan’s face eased a little then, parroting Bei Quan’s words and repeating them again to himself as if trying to make sure that he had heard correctly, reassuring himself.

“Aki… he’s dead?”

“A… and the gunmen are gone?”

Bei Quan smiled and nodded.

Huan then faltered and climbed out of the wine cabinet, propping himself onto the wall in a deflated manner, barely being able to stand.

“Great ……”

His voice choked, his heart palpitating as if he had just returned from death.

“Great, great …… I, I almost thought I was dead ……”