Thriller Night Talk

Chapter 88: What was Bei Quan thinking?

Translator-Rhapsodite

Editor- PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Ghostie

Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan lived in the villa for about a week.

During this time, Uncle Zou came once and told them that Chen Dafa’s mansion had been cleaned up and that they’d used their contacts to deal with the local police. The incident wouldn’t appear as anything more than an armed home invasion robbery made by Daniel and the bandits in the official records.

As for Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan, Uncle Zou and others used some means to erase the traces of their existence in the memories of the survivors, making them appear to have nothing to do with the case.

“When your injuries are better, you can go back to your country.”

After uncle Zou explained the situation, he left in a hurry after leaving a doctor.

The doctor was a woman in her early thirties. She looked Asian in appearance but had obvious mixed-race features. She had deep and strong facial features, shoulder-length hair, and quite a beautiful figure.

The doctor wore a white coat and carried a large medicine box. She had a very professional bearing about her.

She told Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan that she was a graduate of medicine from a prestigious school in the States. Interestingly, however, because she had come from a family that practised traditional medicine and Taoism, she combined Chinese and Western medicine. At times like this, it would be all right to check the patient’s pulse and give him prescriptions to prevent his injury from getting worse.

After observing the doctor’s treatment process, Wei Fuyuan felt that instead of combining Chinese and Western medicine, it would be better to say that it was a fusion of Chinese medicine and witch medicine.

Especially when the doctor lit some sage and began pulling out a row of silver needles she had carefully wiped with alcohol. Young Master Wei’s hairs stood up all of a sudden, he turned his head and couldn’t bear to look directly,

The doctor’s treatment with incense, acupuncture, and even the talisman water treatment was a little scary, but the effect was really immediate.

After that day, Bei Quan’s health recovered a lot. He could get out of bed and walk around by himself.

On July 22, local time, in Texas, someone sent them tickets to return home.

The person who’d come to deliver the tickets was Uncle Zou’s cousin and nephew, also surnamed Zou. He was a man who seemed to be in his late 20s. He was tall and handsome, and had come to meet them in moon-white two-piece martial arts clothes. He easily could have been part of the cast of “Ip Man” even without makeup.

Mr. Zou informed Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan that he would pick them up at the airport when they arrived in China. The tickets they were given was for a ten o’clock flight on the morning of July 26 directly to Fèng Xīngchéng City in China.

This meant that Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan could rest in the villa for four more days, but at the same time, it also meant they would miss the broadcast of [Thriller Night Talk] at 0:00 this Thursday night.

“Anyway, you can’t do anything in this condition, so you might as well concentrate on recuperating and wait for your body to recover completely.”

Young Master Wei was making tea in the open kitchen of the villa.

In the past two days, he’d noticed that Bei Quan was still unwell, so he took the initiative to take on the task of taking care of people, but he still had the attitude of an assistant.

Unfortunately, Wei Fuyuan’s craftsmanship was not very good. He used too many tea leaves, and the black tea was brewed to be the same color as soy sauce. He could only stand with his back to them and quietly mix boiling water into the brewed tea to dilute it.

Bei Quan gave a “hmm” and didn’t bother about it anymore.

He turned to Mr. Zou and asked what he was more concerned about, “Has Chen Dafa’s’ ‘Prisoner God’ been taken care of?”

Mr. Zou nodded solemnly.

“We have confirmed that the ‘Prisoner God’ has indeed been dispersed.”

He picked up the black tea that Young Master Wei had brought, and took a shallow sip. He was immediately startled by the bitter taste, and hastily put down the teacup. He didn’t reach for it again.

“We took back all the fragments of the Fu Guanyin statue from the secret room and let the antique experts in the association identify it. They said that judging from the process and material, it should be the work from the Republic of China, but who exactly did it, and how it came to Chen Dafa’s hands has not been found out yet.”

Bei Quan nodded.

Wei Fuyuan, however, did know. He’d seen how the “Prisoner God” came into Chen Dafa’s hands in the others’ memory.

When Chen Dafa was young, he killed his boss and robbed the brass Fu Guanyin statue. Then he sneaked into the USA with his family.

But it was not so easy to trace the origin of the Fu Guanyin statue and it’s identity as a “living ghost baby”, especially after over a hundred years.

Bei Quan was sure that the origin of the “living ghost baby” as a “Prisoner God” must not be simple.

During the fight, he could feel that the strength of the other party was much stronger than that of an ordinary “living ghost baby’s”.

Bei Quan guessed that the little girl probably had a special birth. Perhaps her eight characters were different from ordinary people, or she was born with spiritual powers, so the spell caster targeted her and made her into a “living ghost baby” that will never be reborn.

“No matter what, it’s good that it’s been resolved.”

Bei Quan said with a smile.

Since uncle Zou and his disciples were his “rescuers”, they should be very reliable.

But just as Akihiko Yamamoto had coveted the Prisoner God and wanted it for himself at any cost, a “living ghost baby” was a great temptation for any practitioner, and Bei Quan didn’t want to put his humanity to test. He could only hope that everyone in the association would stay true to their hearts and not cause more trouble.

“By the way, there’s one more thing.”

Bei Quan thought for a moment and then asked, “About Akihiko Yamamoto…”

He didn’t finish, but Mr. Zou? frowned and understood what? went unsaid.

“We are still discussing the matters related to Akihiko Yamamoto.”

Mr. Zou replied with a headache, “If we can, we really don’t want to deal with the Yamamoto family in Dongying. You know, their group of people are very…protective.”

He chose a relatively neutral adjective,

“But their young people died in our territory. Even if it was caused by Akihiko Yamamoto, we can’t pretend we don’t know anything.”

Bei Quan’s expression became solemn.

“So, what are you going to do?”

Although Akihiko Yamamoto was killed by him, as Mr. Zou said, there was also the association’s involvement in the aftermath, even if Bei Quan took the initiative to step in and take over the matter, the Yamamoto family may not be willing to give up.

“Anyway, the officer in charge of liaison matters on the East Japan side said that he would contact the Yamamoto family first.”

Mr. Zou smiled reassuringly at Bei Quan.

“Don’t worry, I will continue to follow up on this matter.”

He said while pulling a business card out of his pocket and handing it to Bei Quan, “We’ll stay in touch.”

Bei Quan nodded and solemnly accepted Mr. Zou’s business card.

They talked for a while until Bei Quan finally settled down after inquiring about the follow-up of the serial murders that happened at Chen Dafa’s mansion and making sure that the association would indeed be able to handle it properly without causing trouble for either side, as well as for Dai Bo Qian, whom he had impersonated.

For the following four days, Bei Quan did not do anything. He stayed in the villa every day, living a life of recuperation without leaving home.

Technically speaking, although Wei Fuyuan had lived in the “Sāntúchuān” building for more than three months, this is the first time the two were really “living together”.

Uncle Zou said that the two should not go out even though Wei Fuyuan was highly reliable when it came to it.

He was fully aware of the need of not to cause too much fuss in a foreign country, so he had never gone to the grocery across the street and had just used the food in the kitchen to create three meals a day for the two of them.

It’s a pity that although Young Master Wei was sincere, his cooking skills could at the very best be described as “poor”. Whether it’s Chinese or Western cuisine, the food made by him was very terrible in appearance and taste.

After being forced to survive off of jam toast, Bei Quan couldn’t take it anymore.

He drove Wei Fuyuan out of the kitchen and cooked by himself.

Of course, Bei Quan was not a professional chef, but compared to the dark cuisine of his assistant, it was at least at a “moderate” level.

Apart from the tangled problem of eating, these four days were spent leisurely as if it were a vacation.

The villa was well-equipped, with a three-band FM jacuzzi installed in the second-floor master bedroom bathroom. Bei Quan had even retrieved the game console, cassette, and remote control from the TV cabinet, and nonchalantly installed the game, and the two people played four days of Resident Evil double‐mode.

“You must be cheating!”

Wei Fuyuan saw that Bei Quan didn’t even turn his angle of view. When he tapped the game console, he directly shot the zombies that jumped out of the corner of the corridor, and finally couldn’t help shouting:

“That’s strange. It’s obviously behind you. How can you hit it without even looking!?”

“Idiot!”

Bei Quan continued to control the character and rushed forward, “Just now you died here once, of course I know there is a monster!”

Wei Fuyuan was a little annoyed and inexplicably a little shy when he was called an idiot by Bei Quan.

He didn’t know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that ever since he had that one real kiss with Bei Quan, the relationship between the two of them was vaguely ambiguous…

Wei Fuyuan knew he had a crush on Bei Quan.

And this good feeling was not only brought forth by the other person’s beauty, but also the sentiments of admiration, appreciation, compassion, and love that emerged gradually the longer they got along.

He wanted to stay with Bei Quan, wanted to be with Bei Quan, kiss him, touch him, and even go further…

In a nutshell, Young Master Wei knew he had really fallen hard for Bei Quan this time.

——But what does Bei Quan think of him?

Wei Fuyuan subconsciously looked away from the TV screen and turned to look at Bei Quan’s side profile.

Bei Quan was concentrating on beating the zombies.

He took the lead in running ahead, one shot at a time, without missing a single one. He kicked the door and searched the house in one go, his score was so high that Comrade Wei, who was following behind him, became a fishing party with soy sauce.

Tsk!

Seeing Bei Quan act so calm, Wei Fuyuan felt very upset.

——They had kissed, but this person could still be so calm!

Wei Fuyuan couldn’t help but imagine himself grabbing his boss by the collar, shaking him hard and asking him, “Say, do you like me or not!” But when it came down to it, he did not have the courage.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

Bei Quan suddenly spoke.

“The boss is beyond this door. Have you replenished the ammunition?”

Wei Fuyuan was lost, already imagining the scene where he pressed Bei Quan on the sofa, kissed his lips while gnawing and bitting, and torturing him until he extracted a confession…

Suddenly, he was called back to reality by the said person. His conditioned reflex was so exciting that he quickly shook his head vigorous, shook the messy thoughts out of his brain, clenched the handle, focused his attention, and continued to “fight”.

————————————-

Mreow has something to say:

Anyone remember when this little master was an innocent pup?

Ghostie: Congratulations to Young Master Wei for unlocking the special skills!

“Making soy sauce with tea leaves” & “Practitioner of Dark cuisine”

You can now use these skills to reduce your opponent’s hp by forcefully offering food. ^_^

I miss those days when our family’s young master was still a smol innocent adorable radish… now he’s become a wolf coveting a fox… aiya Ghostie feels so old. continues to munch some melon seeds