Thriller Night Talk Chapter 82: You are not Huan

Chapter 82: You are not Huan

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Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan walked in front, while Huan followed them closely from behind.

Bei Quan rembered the floor plan he had seen, and knew there should be a side door through this corridor.

Wei Fuyuan was secretly a little surprised.

He knew that Bei Quan had co all the way to the United States for the unknown Hui Gui– whom they are yet to find– he did not believe that Bei Quan would disregard his previous efforts just because Huan was with them now.

However, Wei Fuyuan knew that Bei Quan always had his own plans and would not doubt him. Moreover, when he looked at him just now, he also received a hint from Bei Quan.

So Wei Fuyuan simply pretended to not know anything but silently raised his vigilance.

The three n were walking towards the old servant’s room, so on the way, they ran into Daniel and the gunn leader’s bodies lying wretchedly by the door of the servant’s room.

“Ah!”

Seeing the bodies that had bled to death, Huan covered his mouth and cried out in horror.

“Aki did it! I know, Aki did it!”

Bei Quan looked back at the panicked Huan but said nothing, and walked straight up to the two bodies, as if to examine them.

“That way.”

Wei Fuyuan walked over to his side and pointed towards the room.

There was a woman’s body lying face down. The whole person was soaked red with blood, although the face could not be seen, her clothes and the light blonde hair colour was enough to identify her as the young maid nad Mary.

Bei Quan stood up, walked into the room, and looked down to examine Mary’s body.

“Here, there’s a knife wound.”

He quickly spotted the fatal wound on Mary’s neck. A sharp Japanese blade had cut the girl’s carotid artery. It seed to be Akihiko Yamamoto’s handiwork.

When Bei Quan said this sentence he’d spoken in Chinese, which only Wei Fuyuan could understand.

So Wei Fuyuan also bent down and followed Bei Quan’s instructions to look at the wound on Mary’s neck.

Behind them, Huan also ca over quietly.

The timid and frightened expression on the slim and beautiful young man’s face had completely disappeared.

At this mont, Huan’s expression was indifferent, like a clay sculpture doll, one could not see any trace of emotional fluctuations.

He bent down, and suddenly reached out towards Bei Quan as if to strangle him.

In the split second, Wei Fuyuan swiftly turned back and, impressively, supported the entirety of his weight with only one hand on the ground, stretched out his long legs, and swung a rciless flying kick.

The kick hit Huan squarely in the stomach.

Although Huan was tall, he was so thin that he could easily be described as “a bag of bones”.

With Wei Fuyuan’s strength and a body like Huan, it would not be surprising for him to fly back two tres from the impact.

However, surprisingly, Wei Fuyuan felt as if he had kicked an iron plate when his leg made contact with Huan. Huan, on the other hand, only shook slightly before opening his eyes and started to twitch violently.

“He, uh, ah!!”

The muscles of Huan’s body were trembling, his pupils were turned upward, his mouth had saliva gushing out from the corners of his lips and his throat was emitting a strange hissing sound.

But even then, he still stretched out his hands and lunged towards Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan like a zombie from a cheap horror movie.

Wei Fuyuan: “!!!”

He stepped forward and stood in front of Bei Quan. As he did so, he raised his hand to block Huan’s attack. Wei Fuyaun grabbed his arm, lifted him up, and slamd him onto the ground.

Huan was swung like a sack of potatoes, and his back hit the ground heavily.

Bei Quan took the opportunity to take out a yellow talisman from his sleeve and slapped it on Huan’s forehead.

Huan suddenly cald down, and uncannily like an unstringed puppet, fell to the ground in an extrely distorted posture, and stopped moving.

Wei Fuyuan ca over and looked at Huan who was lying on the ground, “What’s the matter with him?”

Bei Quan smiled back at his assistant and replied, “Look carefully.”

He specially emphasised the word “carefully”.

Wei Fuyuan: “?”

Although he didn’t know what dicine Bei Quan was selling, Wei Fuyuan did as Bei Quan ordered.

Just last night, Bei Quan had taught him a special thod of “seeing”. Although Wei Fuyuan was not very skilled, he could still use it a bit.

“The Fuck!!”

Wei Fuyuan’s face changed, and at the sa ti a cry of surprise escaped his lips, “This—”

Bei Quan put his index finger on his lips and quickly made a “silent” gesture to stop the second half of his assistant’s unspoken sentence.

Then he took the yellow talisman off Huan’s forehead and gently patted his face, “Hey, wake up, wake up!”

Huan mumbled twice and slowly opened his eyes.

“I…”

He sat up and looked around. His brown pupils were full of confusion, “I am…”

Huan’s expression suddenly froze before he finished his words.

He seed to have a vague impression of what had just happened, and his eyes switched from confusion to bewildernt before quickly settling into panic.

“How- …… did I …… how …… did I ……”

He raised his head and stared at Bei Quan and Wei Fuyuan, like a drowning man trying to grab the last straw, seemingly trying to get the two to solve his confusion for him.

“This …… to, what exactly happened?”

Bei Quan only shook his head, Wei Fuyuan said not a word, only folded his arms across his chest, indifferently looking at the frightened and helpless Huan.

“How can this ……”

Huan, who could not get an answer from these two and beca even more afraid.

“I just …… I just want the one billion ……”

He put his hands on his head and cried out in pain.

“I just …… just wanted the money ……”

“I didn’t do anything, I didn’t do anything… How could this happen… I didn’t do anything!”

Huan cried miserably, but Bei Quan just hooked his lips and gave a very shallow cold smile.

“You really did not do anything?”

Bei Quan squatted down and was at eye level with Huan, “Then, why didn’t you escape just now?”

Huan: “Huh?”

He froze.

“I …… I wanted …… to get out. ……”

The Hispanic mixed-race youth looked at Bei Quan with big watery eyes, his expression looked so bewildered and innocent: “I …… but …… I… …”

“But you’re lost.”

Bei Quan finished the second half of the sentence for him.

“You can’t even find where the main gate is, can you?”

Wei Fuyuan raised his eyebrows in surprise, but on second thought, he felt that Bei Quan was right.

Indeed, just now, Huan had been following behind the two of them and hadn’t even once raised a single objection or suggestion on where they were going.

Huan stared at Bei Quan, his lips trembling twice, trying to deny, but he couldn’t say anything.

Bei Quan, “You’ve never been to this mansion before, you don’t know the way at all.”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, grabbed Huan’s left wrist, and turned his hand outward, exposing the bend of his elbow.

On the inside of Huan’s left arm, there were several tiny needle holes distributed along the blood vessels– traces left by the injecting illegal drugs.

“You’re not Huan, but you need money.”

Bei Quan smiled and said his guess, “So you ca here instead of Huan, am I right?”

Huan’s lips trembled.

At so point, the mories he had deliberately forgotten suddenly ca back to him, almost overwhelming his head ……

——Yes.

Huan said to himself in his mind.

——He guessed right.

——I am not Huan, I never was Huan ……

———————–

As Bei Quan had expected, this young man was not Huan.

His real na was José. He was Huan’s cousin and Huan’s gay lover.

The two were related by blood, similar in height, and sowhat similar in looks. If they had the sa hairstyle, it would be difficult for people unfamiliar with them to distinguish them at first glance.

Similar to Huan’s situation, José had not felt much love from his father and mother since he was a child.

The biggest difference between them was that Huan’s parents died young, while José was forced to live in a cramped and dirty ghetto apartnt with his parents who never cared for him.

These two equally unfortunate cousins were born in different cities but chose the sa path as adults because of their good looks— to join the modelling industry.

They t at a modelling agency in Los Angeles and quickly recognized each other by their similar looks as the cousin they had heard their parents occasionally ntion years before.

Both Huan and José were struggling financially at the ti, so they hit it off and decided to share a small apartnt.

They lived together and soon discovered that they shared the sa sexual orientation and beca a sa-sex couple.

Although Huan and José’s mothers were sisters, they didn’t care about what the world saw as morality.

During the two years of living together and dating, Huan and José were very close, and could even be described to be “joint at the hip.”

Although Huan and José were good-looking, the modelling world was not short of beautiful people of all types and styles.

Their appearance was not absolutely dominant, and their business level was just average, coupled with their personalities and neither was eye-catching enough to please, not to ntion the lack of any contacts, so the two of them stumbled around for two years, but no one was able to make a na for themselves, working intermittently, their inco was barely enough to maintain their daily expenses of food, clothing and housing in the big city of Los Angeles.

Soon after the two began living together, Huan beca addicted to drugs and quickly pulled José into the water.

Huan and José started with spiked cigarettes, gradually knocked up to pills, and then moved onto increasingly stronger stuff ……

They spent money like water, and the remainder of their savings was quickly used up. Soon, they had to move out of their original small apartnt and live in low-rent houses with dirtier and worse environnts.

To get more money quickly, Huan and José even began to sell their bodies.

They quarrelled every day, blad each other, complained about each other, and even fought with each other.

This life continued until half a month ago.

Huan received an email from his lawyer telling him that he would receive a billion dollars in inheritance as long as he arrived at Chen Dafa’s estate by the 20th of this month.

It was just a pity that Huan, unfortunately, had asked José to check his mailbox for him.

So that day, it was José, not Huan, who had opened that email…