YM778.TV Chapter 10: We are a serious broadcasting company
Chapter 10: We are a serious broadcasting company
Translator-Rhapsodite
Editor-simpforlife, Proofreader-Ghostie
The scenic spot was tranquil at night.
Most of the light sources had already been switched off, and just a few street lights shed scant light on the main road, allowing people to see the road beneath their feet.
The two of them walked along the road under the shade of the umbrella, and no one took notice of them.
They walked ahead for half an hour following the directions of the street signs, and finally found the closed glass-bridge road.
The glass-bridge road had not been dismantled, but the entrances at both ends had been closed and locked. The outer side had been barricaded with a barrier belt which consisted of a movable fence and a chain.
Of course, the chained fence couldn’t stop Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan, but as for the locked door at the entrance of the plank road…
Wei Fuyuan thought that locked doors were not worth mentioning to Bei Quan— he could easily solve that problem with a light push.
“Great, it’s still here.”
Bei Quan smiled at the desolate, broken trestle bridge.
Wei Fuyuan: “…”
He absolutely does not want to know what his boss saw! Not even a little bit!
“Oh, I forgot you don’t know how to ‘open’ your eyes.”
Bei Quan reminded himself and opened his black suitcase. He took out the small bottle of cow tears again, “Spray it on both eyes, then you will be able to see it.”
Wei Fuyuan struggled to take the bottle and after a full minute of mental preparation, he gritted his teeth and sprayed it twice.
The cold and foreign body sensation he experienced yesterday appeared yet again. Young Master Wei closed his eyes forcibly and when he opened them again, he raised his head and gazed straight towards the direction of the trestle bridge.
Even though he was well-prepared for any kind of unsightly visuals, Wei Fuyuan took a large step back reflexively and blurted out a scream.
“Fuck!!”
——Sooner or later, I will surely suffer a heart attack from these constant fearful sceneries!
Young Master Wei grabbed Bei Quan’s arm and tried to hide his giant body behind his little boss. He spoke incoherently, “I really can’t stand it! Why are these ghosts so— so— ”
In comparison to yesterday, the gray shadow that Wei Fuyuan saw this time was vivid, and it was a woman with long hair.
The woman stood alone at the edge of hole in the trestle bridge, her head lowered, as though she was observing the abysmal blackness below.
The reason Wei Fuyuan felt so frightened was that the moment he turned around, he found himself to be only a few meters away from the woman.
Through the misty fog surrounding the woman, YoungMaster Wei could make out what seemed like a bloodstain on the other person.
An originally white skirt was saturated with blood, dried and hardened, and eventually turned dark brown. The filthy fabric was mangled and clung to the woman’s body.
Wei Fuyuan’s adam apple trembled for a while and he covered his mouth to force down the bile rising at the base of his throat.
“Don’t be afraid.”
Bei Quan spoke again with the gentle and low voice that he especially used for business when he hosted the show.
“It’ll be better soon, hold on for a little while.”
Wei Fuyuan: “???”
He wanted to ask him, ‘What do you mean by better soon‘ when he felt someone whack him on the back of his head.
Then came the familiar sensation of the world whirling around him.
Wei Fuyuan was dizzy and rushed forward uncontrollably. As he ran, a thought flashed through his mind.
——The hole in front of the trestle glass-bridge ah ah ah ah!!!
Young Master Wei closed his eyes tightly.
He thought he would fall on the broken glass pieces scattered below and die.
But the next second, he felt himself being plunged into a cold and viscous liquid again.
When he opened his eyes again, Wei Fuyuan found that he was running.
No, it was not simply running— it was more like running as if one’s life depended on it.
His throat felt scorched and painful, his chest burned like fire due to lack of oxygen and his palms, elbows, and knees were covered in bruises from falling.
In the dark, the surroundings appeared disorderly and jarring and Wei Fuyuan had no control over his body whatsoever.
He cried and turned to look back every now and then, his face covered with tears and snot.
[Do not come near me! Don’t you dare come here!]
[I swear, I’m sorry! Ye Jia, I’m truly sorry!!]
[I didn’t mean it! I was just afraid that a thief would come in! I didn’t do it on purpose!]
[Sorry! Please, don’t kill me!]
[I wasn’t aware that you were still in the house that day! I really didn’t know!]
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Wei Fuyuan soon realized his own voice sounded like that of a woman’s piercing, nearly collapsing scream.
And behind him, there was a ‘person’ following.
To be precise, it was a humanoid monster.
The thing was exceedingly tall, dressed in a white, hemp-colored robe and a pointed sack on its head, with only two holes hollowed out to act as the eyes.
It was The “Executioner”.
It glided softly through the night, almost like a floating leaf, yet it moved swiftly. No matter how hard Wei Fuyuan, or the woman Wei Fuyuan now dwelt in, tried to run, she couldn’t get away from it.
[Please, please forgive me!]
Wei Fuyuan was in a frenzy and didn’t realize when he reached the trestle. Suddenly, his feet softened, and he was hurled at the cold glass.
The fall was mortifying.
Wei Fuyuan had practiced Karate and Kung Fu for seven or eight years. It was pretty common for him to fall 18 or so times. His pain endurance was also much higher than that of ordinary people.
However, at the moment, he felt like a fish being slammed on the chopping board. His whole body seemed to crack inch by inch and his back was quashed by a powerful force, making him unable to breathe.
Wei Fuyuan reluctantly raised his head bearing the wretched agony of painful suffocation.
A rag suddenly appeared in his eyesight.
He realized that the “Executioner” who was pursuing after him, was now standing in front of him.
[Sorry…]
Wei Fuyuan heard himself squeeze out a sentence with great difficulty,
[I… I didn’t expect… it…will… kill you…]
As soon as his voice fell, there was a loud bang, and the glass plank beneath him shattered.
Wei Fuyuan finally understood what it felt like to fall from a height of 100 meters.
——Fuck!!!
As he saw the ground nearing, a thought flashed in Young Master Wei’s mind,“——Isn’t it too traumatizing to die by shattering into ten thousand bits and pieces!?”
“… Comrade Xiao Wei, Comrade Xiao Wei, wake up quickly.”
Wei Fuyuan first smelled a pungent smell of peppermint and then heard Bei Quan calling him..
Feeling a stabbing pain, he opened his eyes and saw Bei Quan’s chestnut orbs peering at him.
“Tsk.”
Bei Quan observed that Young Master Wei’s pupils still hadn’t gained focus. He was in a half drowsy and half awake state. He sighed and poured some kind of liquid in his mouth.
“Your constitution is not sturdy, and you’ve been feeling dizzy for quite a while now, haven’t you?”
Wei Fuyuan was livid.
He desperately wanted to jump up and grab Bei Quan’s collar to fling him too so that he could also experience the exquisite feeling of a flying trapeze artist.
It was a pity that he felt weak all over now, lying on the ground, limbs sprawled in all directions, even turning his head would require energy, so he had to settle for beating his boss 180 times in his heart.
——It’s never too late for a gentleman to take revenge!
Young Master Wei consoled himself.
At this time, he saw Bei Quan approaching him with his fingers stained in some green liquid. Wei Fuyuan turned his head away in disgust.
“What are you doing??”
“Applying essential oil.”
Bei Quan looked at him lovingly, with the eyes of a primary school chicken who severely lacked common sense.
“This oil can wake up the mind.”
“Fuck!!!”
Wei Fuyuan licked his upper lip, tasting a spicy tang, “It’s no wonder I’ve burned my lips and nose. How much have you applied?”
Back at the resort, Wei Fuyuan still had a stinky face, like an angry pufferfish.
He went into the bathroom wordlessly and slammed the door behind.
Bei Quan was not in a hurry, sitting at the table, he listened to the noises of beating and jingling coming from the bathroom and patiently waited for Wei Fuyuan to come out.
Forty-five minutes later, Young Master Wei opened the door and walked out of the bathroom, dripping wet, in a bathrobe.
He sat down on his bed, thin lips pressed tightly and held a posture of passivity and unreasonableness.
“Thank you for tonight.” Bei Quan smiled and reached out to smooth his hair, “Because of you, our case has made significant progress.”
Wei Fuyuan leaned toward Bei Quan slightly and then realized that he was still in the midst of throwing a tantrum, and grumpily turned his head away.
“I think I have almost figured out the cause and effect of this case.”
Bei Quan continued to smoothen his hair.
“There is only one thing I don’t understand. I need your help.”
Wei Fuyuan: “…”
He too, was filled with doubts, and he wanted to ask a lot of questions.
But he was unwilling to be subdued so easily.
After struggling for a long time, Wei Fuyuan stiffly threw out a sentence , “What the hell is with your broken company!?”
Bei Quan replied, “We are a serious broadcasting company.” Facing Wei Fuyuan’s enraged glare, he grinned and added, “However, there is only a single group of people who can hear our radio program and take the initiative to call the hotline.”
Wei Fuyuan, “Who?”
Bei Quan paused, “People who are related to Hui Gui.”
Wei Fuyuan, “What ghost?”
“Huigui has the same sound as ‘Hui’.”
Bei Quan patiently explained, ‘Hui Gui’ are evil spirits that parasitize people’s evil thoughts. They feed on the negative emotions like a parasite. They especially prefer extremely strong emotions such as resentment, rage, hatred and bloodthirst.”
“At the same time, to catch more bait, they will try every means possible to amplify the hostility of the host, and simultaneously give the parasite enough vigorous power to help the other party fulfill all their wishes, including revenge.”
He tapped his fingers on the table.
“For example, the “Executioner” that Mr. A and the other victims saw before their deaths were probably the incarnations of various ghosts.”
Wei Fuyuan: “…”
He felt like he was listening to a crappy middle-school ghost story.
But the two consecutive personal experiences compelled him to temporarily accept Bei Quan’s explanation.
“So… Do you actually hunt ghosts?”
Wei Fuyuan looked skeptical.
“Then, since the people who can make calls are all related to Hui Gui, why bother? You could simply ask Mr. A his name, age, and where he lives!”
“I can’t.” Bei Quan sighed and shook his head.
“Strictly speaking, Hui Gui is sort of like a ghost fairy. They have intelligence and also the ability to think.”
He explained, “We are already taking a huge risk of alerting the ghost by sending out the wavelength with spiritual power through the radio hotline and establishing contact with the relevant people. If you ask them to reveal too much, this spirit power wavelength is prone to be found by the ghost, and it will realize that we have tracked its existence, and then…”
Bei Quan made a gesture of raising the knife and flunging it down, “They will kill ahead of time and flee to another place.”