lcionline Chapter 171 Are you possessed by an evil spirit?
Chapter 171 Are you possessed by an evil spirit?
Less than 10 seconds after Liang Liangwei hung up the phone, the man sent her another video.
She couldn't help but laugh. They really were counting down the days!
She calmly turned off the lights in the room, leaving only a dim yellow nightlight, then lay down in bed before answering the video call.
Yan Zhixu raised an eyebrow when he saw the dim light on her side: "Going to sleep?"
Liang Liangwei deliberately yawned, stretched, and said reproachfully, "Yeah, how long do you think I'd talk to him?"
The man's gaze fell on the cleavage she inadvertently revealed, his eyes darkening as he seemed to think of something, then his expression turned even more serious. He asked, "Do you also send video calls to him?"
Liang Liangwei: "No, he's in the hospital, so it's not convenient for us to video chat. I just made a phone call, asked a few questions, and then hung up."
The man's expression softened: "Is he alright?"
Liang Liangwei: "Yes, she has broken ribs and a concussion, but otherwise she's okay. The police are still looking for the perpetrator."
"Hmm," he said softly, not caring much about outsiders' affairs, "Go to sleep, we'll talk again tomorrow."
Liang Liangwei winked at him and sweetly said goodnight.
The video call was then disconnected.
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next day
Yan Beian was awakened by a ringing phone.
He frowned, reached for his phone, squinted slightly to find the answer button, and pressed it without bothering to check the caller ID: "Hello?"
The voice on the other end of the phone was that of the caregiver: "Mr. Yan, the patient has woken up."
It took Yan Beian two seconds to react. He opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling, and said, "Oh, ask him how he feels right now. If he's hungry, get him something to eat. If he's in pain, call a doctor."
The caregiver paused before saying, "He said he's not hungry or in pain, and asked me to ask you if he could come and stay with him."
Yan Bei'an was silent for a moment before saying, "I will go when I have time. You should let him get some rest."
Caregiver: "He asked me to ask you if his phone is with you? He needs to ask the school for leave."
Yan Beian then remembered that he had brought Fang Xun's phone back with him in his pocket last night.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and said helplessly, "I'll ask for leave for him. Just tell him to take good care of his injury, and I'll come over."
Caregiver: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Beian lay in bed for a while before sending a WeChat message to A Qu as if he had just remembered something: 【Fang Xun is awake.】
A-Qu: [Is he alright?]
Yan Bei'an told the truth.
A-Qu: [It's good that you're awake. Last night, the traffic police investigated and suspected that the perpetrator had premeditatedly and intentionally committed the crime. They've transferred the case to the criminal investigation department, but the injured person hasn't woken up yet, and it's too late to investigate further, so they're continuing today. Now that the injured person is awake, I'll contact them and have someone go to the hospital to take a statement from the injured person.]
Yan Bei'an: [Thank you for your hard work~]
A-Qu: [...(frightened) Why are you suddenly so proper and well-behaved? Are you possessed?]
Yan Bei'an: [(Rolls eyes) Get lost!]
Aqu: [It's better to be normal like this.]
Yan Beian put down his phone and stared blankly for a while. He thought about how the police were going to the hospital, and Fang Xun, who had just woken up from his injuries, would probably be frightened when he saw the police.
He sighed, resignedly got up, and went to wash up.
Half an hour later, he drove out and arrived at the hospital an hour later.
As soon as I arrived at the ward door, I heard an unfamiliar voice inside: "What's your relationship with the perpetrator? What's his name, where is he from, and where does he live?"
Fang Xun's voice was weak and timid: "Sorry, I feel a little dizzy..."
The caregiver stood at the door, saw Yan Beian, and greeted him: "Mr. Yan."
Yan Bei'an nodded, knocked on the door, and entered.
Inside the room, two men in police uniforms were standing by the hospital bed, looking at Fang Xun. They turned around when they heard the sound.
Fang Xun also saw him, his eyes lit up, and he became excited: "Bei An!"
Yan Bei'an nodded to the policeman, walked closer, and said, "Don't rush, lie down."
Fang Xun calmed down.
Police officer: "Who are you?"
Yan Beian: "I'm his friend, Yan Beian. Are you two from the criminal investigation team?"
Upon hearing his name, the two policemen's expressions changed slightly, and they politely shook hands with him respectively.
"Yes, this case has been transferred to our team. We now suspect that the perpetrator committed the crime intentionally, so we've come to the injured party to ask some questions. Mr. Yan, do you know the perpetrator?"
Yan Bei'an: "I don't know him, but... I've seen him before."
Police officer: "I've reviewed the traffic police's statement. Mr. Yan, you met the perpetrator at the hospital yesterday, but he left and hasn't shown up since?"
Yan Bei'an nodded slightly: "He didn't show up again until I left the hospital last night."
Police officer: "Did the perpetrator say anything to you? Especially anything related to the case?"
Yan Beian glanced at Fang Xun, whose eyes flashed with panic, but he dared not meet Yan Beian's gaze.
“He said he was passing by Fang Xun’s neighborhood when he saw him get hit by a car, so he took him to the hospital. The perpetrator was taken away by the police. I believed him until I called the police later and found out he was lying.”
He saw that Fang Xun was clearly surprised after hearing what he said.
Police officer: "Anything else?"
Yan Beian: "As soon as we met, he asked me for money, tricking me into believing that the hospital required a prepayment of 20 yuan. He told me to transfer the money to him and that he would handle the admission procedures. But when I paid the bill, I confirmed with the cashier that I didn't need to pay that much in advance at all. He was listening in at the time, but he probably left because his lie was exposed."
The police officer looked at him meaningfully, then turned to look at Fang Xun. Instead of asking Fang Xun, he spoke to Yan Beian: "Mr. Yan, you might as well comfort the injured person and then have him confirm whether the perpetrator knows that Mr. Yan... can come up with 20 yuan at once."
Upon hearing this, Yan Bei'an also looked at Fang Xun.
Fang Xun's eyes met his, his face growing even paler: "Bei...Bei An, do you have to ask now? My head hurts, it hurts just thinking about what happened before..."
Yan Beian's eyes flickered, and he said to the police, "The doctor said he has a mild concussion and may not be able to withstand too much stimulation. Could we postpone asking him the question for a while?"
The police officer nodded: "Of course, we won't force the injured to give a statement, but you need to know that time is crucial in investigating a case. The sooner you cooperate with us, the sooner we can catch the perpetrator, no, the killer. Otherwise, if we give him enough time, he might hide or escape to another place, and it will be difficult to catch him then."
Yan Bei'an nodded: "Thank you for reminding me, I understand. Please give me a few minutes to talk to him."
The police left the ward.
Yan Bei'an walked slowly to the bedside, pulled up a chair and sat down, looking down at Fang Xun on the hospital bed without saying a word.
Her calm eyes, filled with scrutiny, made Fang Xun feel flustered.
“Beian…”
Yan Bei'an slowly asked, "Is it a real headache, or do you just not want to talk about it?"
Fang Xun: "I really have a headache..."
Yan Bei'an said meaningfully, "I'll have the doctor come and examine you. If it's serious, you might need a CT scan, and I'll also prescribe some painkillers. The doctor wanted to prescribe them for you yesterday, but I was worried you'd have a headache when you woke up. But you know how it is with painkillers—you can't take them if you're not in pain, because they can be addictive. So I declined the doctor's offer. But since you have a headache now, you should take them anyway."
He made a gesture as if to reach out and press the bell on the wall.
Fang Xun panicked and quickly reached out to grab his arm: "No, no—"
Yan Bei'an maintained the raised hand position, looking down at him: "Are you willing to talk?"