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Chapter 162: This door is calling me.
Chapter 162: This door is calling me.
Chapter 162: This door is calling me.
Translator-Rhapsodite
Editor-PerpetualMreow, Proofreader-Spring Flower
On August 12th, [Thriller Night Talk] was broadcast on time and received a call from a junior high school girl.
She recounted a recent strange encounter with a boy next door. Bei Quan quickly found the person involved according to the clues provided by the little girl.
This was not a difficult case.
The boy’s father was possessed by a Hui Gui, and Bei Quan, with Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an, easily subdued and sealed the ghost.
During the process of handling the entire case, however, Bei Quan was unable to find any traces related to Ah Song.
Next week’s case was the same.
Bei Quan would contact “Special Seven” from time to time throughout the next two weeks.
Qing Zhu and A’Liu would report that they were still investigating the identity of the fourth person who was possessed.
Although “Special Seven” was using both scientific and metaphysical methods to investigate the real identity of the possessed person, Ah Song, who was a very cautious person, had not yet revealed his fox's tail.
Both Bei Quan and the Special Seven felt a sense of helplessness but could only continue to investigate.
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and it was already late August.
On Thursday, August 26th, at 11:57 pm, it was time for [Thriller Night Talk] again.
Everything was ready.
Bei Quan was sitting in the studio and gesturing to the two people outside the glass.
Wei Fuyuan decisively pressed the master control switch.
The second hand of the mechanical clock was exactly over the twelve o’clock position.
Bei Quan pressed the broadcast button.
“Welcome to Midnight Radio’s [Thriller Night Talk], I’m your anchor Bei Quan.”
In a faint electric current sound, Bei Quan approached the microphone and spoke in a gentle and magnetic tone for his opening remarks.
“Please tell your story, no matter how bizarre it may be.”
Bei Quan’s voice was as pleasant as ever. Simply listening to it could make people feel happy, with its natural relaxing power, making people feel as if speaking to him could solve all troubles.
Actually, past events had also proved that Bei Quan can indeed solve the troubles of every confessor.
“Alright, let’s take tonight’s hotline calls and hear what kind of story he or she will bring us.”
[Ring-ring]
After a brief silence of less than two seconds, someone got on the line.
“It seems that tonight’s guest can’t wait.”
Bei Quan joked and pressed the call button:
“Hello, welcome to [Thriller Night Talk].”
A young man’s voice came from the speaker.
[“Hey? Is it me?! It’s me, right?!”]
Although the caller only said nine words, Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an sitting in the outer room were able to judge that the caller was quite young, probably a junior high school student, or at most someone who had just entered high school.
The two of them quickly glanced at each other, both seeing a bit of amusement and helplessness in each other’s eyes.
They had just received a call from a 13-year-old junior high school student two weeks ago, and now another middle school student had called so quickly.
“Yes.”
Bei Quan replied softly, “What should I call you?”
[Oh, it’s me!]
The little boy who called was very excited. He didn’t listen to what Bei Quan was saying at all. After realising that it was him who made the call, he started talking nonsense on his own.
[Haha, I knew it! Hahahaha, my luck is really good! I am the Chosen One!]
Bei Quan: “…”
After hosting [Thriller Night Talk] for over a year, he finally encountered such a peculiar caller.
The previous callers were all nervous and scared, and couldn’t even explain the situation without Bei Quan’s guidance.
But this high school student was obviously a bit too lively.
No, it was not so much “lively” rather it was “too enthusiastic.”
The boy was still chattering excitedly on the phone. Blabbing on about how he had been chosen by Heaven and was about to set foot on the path of immortality, and that when he attained his cultivation, he would teach those few classmates in his class who looked down on him a lesson, and so forth.
If it was an ordinary midnight radio supernatural hotline, the host would have hung up the phone when encountering such a caller with a burst of energy.
However, [Thriller Night Talk] could not just hang up casually.
Bei Quan wanted to get as much useful information as possible from the teenager before the excited ghost noticed.
“Excuse me, can I know your name?”
Bei Quan raised his voice and briefly drowned out the boy’s chattering.
[…Oh.]
The boy seemed to have realized that he had gotten a little too excited.
He cleared his throat awkwardly.
[Ahem, my name is Long Ao… No, just call me “Long Er”.]
“Okay, Long Er.”
Bei Quan pretended not to notice the three words “Long Aotian” that the boy had almost blurted out just now.
“Can you tell me more about something interesting that has happened to you recently?”
[Hey, host, you don’t understand that!]
Long Er almost couldn’t wait to refute:
[This can not be explained away as simply being “interesting,” you should call it an “opportunity!” Do you understand?! I’m much cooler than Yang Guo! I’m going to start cultivating immortality!]
Bei Quan’s lips silently curled up.
This kid was pretty cute, mentioning the word “opportunity” in front of the high disciple of Zhu Ling Secret Realm.
“Oh?” Bei Quan pretended to be very interested and deliberately raised his tone.
“What opportunity is it?”
[Ha ha!]
Long Er laughed.
[Host, you really asked me! You must want to know, right?]
Bei Quan indulged him, “Of course, this is a chance that everyone wants.”
He knew the trick of coaxing words out of a mischievous child, and lowered his voice, “Can you reveal a little more?”
If Bei Quan had directly asked him what the “chance” was, the mischievous child would probably have teased him a bit more, but by adding the phrase “a little more,” Bei Quan somehow made Long Er want to talk about it.
So he began to talk incessantly.
[Host, have you heard of the ‘Two Pole Gate’?]
Long Er laughed heartily.
[The Two Pole Gate is the ‘opportunity’ I encountered!]
———————–
Later, Long Er, a middle school student, talked to Bei Quan about a story that seemed to be the beginning of a third-rated urban fantasy novel.
Just as Wei Fuyuan and Jiang Nan’an had guessed, Long Er was a 14-year-old eighth grader.
Like many boys his age, he liked anime, mobile games, online novels, live streaming, and other entertainment that had nothing to do with studying.
In reality, he was unremarkable in appearance, not good at sports, didn’t have any talent, and was the worst student in the class, belonging to the type who had no presence in the class.
.
One day, this ordinary boy was browsing a video website and clicked on a live stream.
The female anchor of the live stream was a beautiful girl with a cute voice. Her screen name was “Vanilla Mint,” and her nickname was “Mint.”
Normally, she would sing or interact with her fans by playing games.
However, that day she didn’t sing or play games. Instead, she talked to her audience about the strange things that had happened to her recently.
Mint said that she saw a post online with the title “Do you know the ‘Two Pole Gate’?”. In that post, the author described a dream they had where there was a gate.
The gate was very strange.
It wasn’t made of wood or metal, but of black and white gas that flowed and connected to each other, like the Yin-Yang fish in Tai Chi.
The author said that ever since they first dreamed of this gate, it had begun to appear in their dreams more often, and more and more frequently.
Every time they dreamt about it, they got closer to the gate. Last night, they finally stood in front of it and could touch the swirling gate.
Mint was live streaming and using her phone to show the post she saved to prove to her viewers that it was real.
At the end of the post, there was a rough sketch drawn in pencil on a lined notebook.
The picture was so crudely drawn that it was difficult to see the details.
The picture was a circle made of two half arcs, one black and one white, connected to each other.
Each half arc was shaped like an olive with thick middle and thin ends.
If Mint hadn’t said it was a Yin-Yang fish, it would have been difficult to connect it to Tai Chi or the Eight Diagrams.
When Mint said this, her viewers laughed and said that the joke was funny and clever.
However, they also wondered when the interdimensional gateway became a fish shape.
Mint stopped smiling and told her viewers that she had been dreaming about the door ever since she saw the post.
[I still remember what Sister Mint said at the time.]
Long Er, a middle school student, repeated the anchor’s words on the phone.
[“I feel like the gate is calling me.”]
Bei Quan asked, “Oh? Then what happened?”
Long Er replied.
[Then I found this post on my own because I thought it was interesting.]
Mint’s live stream was moderately popular, with a few thousand to tens of thousands of viewers each time.
Many of these viewers searched for the keyword “Two poles gate” after watching the live stream, and then gave feedback in the interactive area that the webpage was “404 not found” and couldn’t be opened.
Soon, no one cared about the topic anymore.
But Long Er was different.
For some reason, when Long Er saw the “Two Poler gate”, he developed a strong intuition that he must personally take a look at this post and figure out what it is.
So he decisively used his knowledge as a computer nerd to set up a website, and after several twists and turns, he finally managed to see the complete content of the deleted post from the cache of a search engine on an external network.