After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

Jiang Ying really couldn't associate Yin Ronglan with the term pretending to be a ghost.

Chen Zhan walked towards the dead corner, talked on the phone for more than ten seconds, and sat back in his original position.

"Reporting work?" Jiang Ying asked.

Chen Zhan said lightly: "Call Yin Ronglan and ask him to find a software to bypass the wall to watch the live broadcast."

At first, Jiang Ying thought it was a show of affection, but she didn't see the slightest sweetness in the corners of the other's eyes and brows.

Chen Zhan swept away the spirits around him, and sighed, "I'm going to crack down on counterfeiting in a while, so that I can implement correct values ​​for some people."

Yin Ronglan is addicted to pretending to be a ghost, this is a disease, and it can be cured.

Jiang Ying was indifferent.

Chen Zhan suddenly said: "I heard that when Lin Chiang proposed marriage, he wrote a letter."

The calm expression changed instantly, Jiang Ying stood up without saying a word, and also made a phone call.After a while, he walked up to Chen Zhan and said softly, "Behave well."

She is a school of acting, but at the moment her eyes are full of unconcealable sullenness, which can be seen from the shadow brought by that letter.

Chen Zhan rubbed the tip of his nose guiltily, and traced back to the source, the source of all evils still lies in Yin Ronglan.

The director clapped his hands, the host hurriedly walked to the stage with a correct expression, and the on-site staff began to check whether the microphone and other equipment could work normally.

Chen Zhan was only a special guest, and his position was relatively sidelined.I could barely see the expressions of the audience in the first few rows...worship, fascination.At this moment, a sense of social responsibility suddenly rose in his heart, and he made up his mind to turn the tide and expose the so-called psychic scam on the spot.

The host once again confirmed to Chen Zhan and Jiang Ying whether there is no need for an interpreter. The two spoke first-rate and shook their heads.

Just in case, a translator was prepared for them at the request of the director.

When everything was ready, the host gave the opening speech, and the audience burst into applause.

He took a plastic bag from the director and opened it, which contained nearly a hundred paintings.At a glance, the colors are different, and some of the painting techniques are skillful and some are immature.

"First of all, I would like to thank the audience for their cooperation, and I am willing to come an hour earlier." The host smiled, and the rest of the words were said to the spiritual masters on the stage: "These paintings are from the audience, and they record the most impressive things they have recently. dream."

The rules are very simple. The host closes his eyes and draws out a pair at random. The spirit interpreter interprets the deep meaning of the dream according to the content of the picture, and the painter decides who is right.

"Too general." A spiritual person said lightly.

"Dreams can reflect the past, and may also predict the future." Another person shook his head lightly, as if he also disagreed with this rule.

The host signaled for peace of mind, and further explained the rules: "If there are more than three people who judge that it is a matter of the future, the program team will follow up later, and that painting will not be included in the judgment, and a new one will be drawn."

Chen Zhan lowered his head to hide the teasing in his eyes.

It's a good calculation, as far as numerology is concerned, it is mysterious and mysterious. If all the spirits are liars, the ambiguous rules can save the face of the program group. Besides, in the later tracking, if the real blind cat meets a dead mouse once, It can also drive topicality.

This time there is basically no one to refute.

The host messed up the paintings and closed his eyes to draw a copy.

The Chinese surnamed Wu suddenly said: "I am good at reading faces, not divination."

To be honest, in the previous episodes of the program, she did defeat many contestants by face-to-face, and she has come to this day.

"The blind selection of works is just to ensure fairness." The host said: "Someone will claim this painting later, and you can meet each other."

Luckily, the first painting drawn out was pretty clear: several people were eating around a table, but the rice they ate was black.

The host asked who made the painting, and immediately stood up a beautiful woman in her early thirties with delicate skin.

From left to right, the spirits on the stage analyze the deep meaning of the dream in turn.

Chen Zhan felt slightly sleepy, and only listened carefully when the Chinese surnamed Wu spoke.The other party's voice was very thin and seemed arrogant and cold: "I feel panic and guilt."

Not a word was said.

After they finished expressing their opinions one by one, the microphone was finally passed to Jiang Ying.

She is well-known abroad, so the host introduced it again, mentioned the name of the new movie by the way, and finally asked her what she thought about the painting.

Jiang Ying spoke politely, expressing that she was not proficient in this area.

A male spirit glanced at her: "Some people are naturally sensitive, so it's okay to talk about it."

It can be regarded as a disguised way to step down, and no one will be harsh if you make a mistake.

Jiang Ying guessed a few words casually.

Finally it was Chen Zhan's turn, because he was the last one, and everyone's eyes were focused here.

Yin Ronglan, who was forced to watch the live broadcast far away in City Y, was also watching the live broadcast, calmly waiting for him to expose the deception and slap his face mercilessly.

I saw Chen Zhan lightly tapped the center of the painting with his finger, frowned, and remained motionless on the spot with his eyes closed.

He was just a special guest, no one expected him to do anything, the delay in making a statement made the atmosphere too stiff.Just as the host was about to smooth things over, Chen Zhan finally opened his mouth: "Sorry, I was dreaming just now."

"..."

"The people in the painting are not eating rice, but incense ash, and they are not relatives and friends of the dream owner, but victims."

The standing pretty girl looked distorted, and Chen Zhan walked towards her step by step, while the audience next to her watched this scene inexplicably.

"Excuse me." Making room for two seats, Chen Zhan grabbed the girl's wrist.

The host shouted: "This is a live broadcast!"

There is no one who blatantly takes advantage of the camera!

"You're a man." Chen Zhan ignored the warning from behind and fixed his gaze on the girl: "You're still a murderer."

As the voice fell, the field fell into chaos in an instant.The purpose of Chen Zhan coming over was to prevent the other party from being violent and hurting others. When the 'girl' broke free, the silk scarf around her neck fell off, revealing her Adam's apple.

At this moment, the unbelieving audience stood up and took a few steps back.

Amidst the noise and chaos, the security guards controlled the venue.

Chen Zhan took the initiative to withdraw from the encirclement, and took advantage of the time when the staff called the police, he went to Jiang Ying and sat down again.

"Is it true?" Jiang Ying asked.

If it was just a man disguised as a woman, Chen Zhan would inevitably face a lawsuit if he was tossed about for no reason.

The answer I got was affirmative: "He is a wanted criminal."

Jiang Ying: "How do you know?"

Chen Zhan: "I have the impression of reward announcements from several neighboring countries."

"..." Jiang Ying suddenly remembered the deeds of him catching the bounty last year. It seemed that some people were chased all over the street because of being stared at for two seconds, and they mistakenly thought they were also fugitives.

Besides, among the few spiritual beings just now, except for the Chinese surnamed Wu, none of them talked about the idea.

Chen Zhan tidied up his clothes, stood up to reveal the secret, and called on the masses to respond to science.

Jiang Ying saw his plan and said in a low voice: "Calm down, the recording of the show has been terminated halfway."

After the police arrived, the audience was asked to clear the venue for safety reasons, and Chen Zhan was forced to drive back to the hotel with Jiang Ying first.In such a short period of time, various drafts have appeared on the Internet, and the translations are similar—"The Last Dreamer at the End of the Century".

Many live audiences uploaded short videos, and the number of clicks increased rapidly.

Chen Zhan read them one by one with a blank expression, and asked seriously: "In this situation, who should I talk to for reason?"

Jiang Ying took a deep look at him and shook her head.

When Chen Zhan was thinking about countermeasures, his phone kept vibrating, and it was no surprise that Yin Ronglan called:

"I saw it all."

"Is it true?"

"Come into my dream tonight, we can have a little farewell than a newlywed."

Facing the three uninterrupted sentences, Chen Zhan only replied: "Do you know how to write the word 'kneeling'?"

The time between the two parties got longer, and Yin Ronglan must be able to guess the reason, and he didn't bother to say more.Hang up the phone and ask Jiang Ying what she thinks of the Chinese surnamed Wu on stage.

"Wu Mi?" Jiang Ying thought for a while, "I think highly of myself."

Just four words summed up the character of the other party very well.

Chen Zhan: "I suspect that she is not a good person, and I want to try to get in touch with her."

Jiang Ying: "Wanted criminal?"

Chen Zhan smiled and said nothing.

In Jiang Ying's view, it was the default.

"There are many ways to make money." After all, he kindly mentioned: "Some shortcuts are not so easy to take."

Chen Zhan nodded to express his understanding.

Jiang Ying suddenly said: "She is a magic stick, now is the right time to contact her."

Chen Zhan thought about the dreamer's identity that he had placed for himself on the Internet, and was thoughtful for a while.

Whether at home or abroad, the speed at which journalists rush to the scene has always been a mystery.

Several media outlets had already gathered outside the hotel. Chen Zhan greeted him with the microphone as soon as he got out of the car, and the word "dreamer" was indispensable in the questions.

Jiang Ying gave him a self-seeking look, and walked into the hotel first.

Chen Zhan pursed his lips and squeezed out a line without saying a word. The room fee of the high-end hotel was not in vain, and the rest of the media were stopped by the security guards.

After getting out of the elevator, the quiet corridor is much more comfortable.

The action of swiping the door card suddenly stopped, and before he left, the small feather stuck in the crack of the door was gone, and he clearly explained that there was no need to clean the room.

Chen Zhan frowned, took out a small knife from his pocket, and deliberately slowed down the movement of pushing the door in.

There was a person sitting on the sofa, and he looked up at him: "Are you back?"

Chen Zhan just wanted to withdraw his praise for the security of the hotel a minute ago.

Mr. Wu took the initiative to answer his doubts: "One of my personalities can unlock."

"..."

"The performance of the show is good." Mr. Wu said very meaningfully: "The dreamer?"

The three words brought out a slight ridicule.

Chen Zhan was thinking about whether to call the police to take away the uninvited guest. Mr. Wu tapped his knuckles on the table, and there was a stack of documents on it.

Chen Zhan frowned after opening it. Apart from Wu Mi, there were two other people on stage who were of mixed race, of Chinese descent, and their biological father was also named Wu.These were not mentioned in the information Jiang Ying gave him.

"It turns out that this is a family crime." Chen Zhan looked at Mr. Wu and condemned the old man.

Mr. Wu's attitude was indifferent: "I don't know them."

A big drama sang in Chen Zhan's mind. The illegitimate child who was not recognized by the family and wandered outside gradually grew into a gloomy and vicious youth in order to make achievements to prove his value.

Seeing something vaguely, Mr. Wu's voice was a little scary: "It's just the same surname, no blood relationship."

To put it bluntly, this is just a coincidence.

However, Chen Zhan thought of another adopted son.

Giving up on correcting unscrupulous brains, Mr. Wu stated his purpose: "Most of them are stranded people with other purposes. Do you want to get rid of them altogether?"

The credibility of what he said was not high, but Chen Zhan did not question it. Instead, he stared at Mr. Wu for a few seconds, and soon showed a slightly innocent smile: "Okay."

The author has something to say: Reporter: What do you think of all the villains represented by Mr. Wu?

Chen Zhan: Sending a head a thousand miles away.