The handsome man in the entertainment industry

After a funeral, Ruan Mudeng didn't go back to the set right away.

Hong Shuangfa was held back by Cheng Yuntian's cousin, Cheng Yunhai. The two hid in a corner away from the media and the police, and whispered for a long time. Twilight couldn't leave, and the director couldn't help but lead him into Cheng's luxury limousine.

"Well, now that things have come to an end, it doesn't matter if I tell you everything."

In the second row of the back seat of the caravan, Hong Shuangfa took out his dirty handkerchief that had been used too many times today, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hong Yunhai and I are actually brothers, so Cheng Yuntian and I are also cousins."

His mandarin has a strong Hong Kong accent, and when he is restless, he can't control his accent.

"However, I was adopted by my current adoptive parents when I was very young, and my surname and first name have been changed! So apart from the Cheng family, even the paparazzi have never found out my background, they just thought that I and the Cheng family It's just a good relationship."

"So it is."

Ruan Mudeng nodded. He just sent a text message to Zizi, telling him that he would go to Cheng's house with Director Hong, thinking that the commotion at Cheng Yuntian's funeral should have been hyped up by the media. Everyone knew it, and the son must have seen it. If he didn't report to him that he was safe, maybe the other party would think that something happened to him and worry in vain.

"Yes, yes..."

Cheng Yunhai, who was sitting in the row in front of the two of them, also turned his head when he heard what they said. His head was covered with cold sweat and his eyes were drooping with anxiety. He and Hong Shuangfa really looked like brothers.

"This time our old Cheng's family has such a big incident, although, although the threat of the dead old man just now sounds ridiculous, but, but I... I'm always worried..."

Ruan Mudeng knew that what he was talking about was the old man's threat during the farewell ceremony that the Cheng family would have no descendants and all males.

"And these days in the house... how should I put it, I always feel that something is not right, and I am too scared to go back."

Different from Hong Shuangfa's bold Jianghu spirit cultivated in the entertainment circle all the year round, Cheng Yunhai's personality is weak and cowardly at first glance, and his facial features are miserable, and the corners of his eyes are drooping, making him even more listless.

"But I have to guard the spirit of my elder brother tonight, so I definitely have to go back... This, so..."

After Cheng Yunhai said this, he couldn't continue, but Ruan Mudeng guessed what the other party was thinking.

Since he had to go back to the mansion to watch the night, if Hong Shuangfa was there, at least several people would be emboldened, and [-]% of the director had already revealed what he "knows" to his own brother, so he would also be involved. psychological comfort.

When the car arrived at the Cheng family's main house, the reply from the son also arrived.

As expected, the shrewd and capable hedgehog assistant had heard about the troubles at the farewell ceremony of Cheng Yuntian's body from the news. After learning that Ruan Mudeng was going to spend the night in the Cheng family's mansion, Qian urged him to pay attention to safety and take care of himself in everything. First.

——[Now Xiao Xiao has gone to the deep mountains and old forests and can't be contacted. It is difficult to find a remote support. You can take care of yourself and don't get involved in any dangerous things, you know! 】

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The Cheng family's old house is located in the famous "rich district" of Hong Kong City. It is a villa in the middle of the mountain surrounded by mountains and rivers.

According to Cheng Yunhai's introduction, this house was specially designed and built by their grandfather's generation who specially invited people to be good at Feng Shui.

It is said to be a "villa", but it is not much different from a small manor. In Hong Kong, where every inch of land is expensive, the area surrounded by the walls of this house is nearly a thousand square meters. The garden is very delicately maintained. Many flowers, trees and fences have been carefully trimmed out of shape.

The main body of the villa is built in the middle of the garden. It is a three-and-a-half-story gray-white Western-style building. Cheng Yuntian and his eldest son Cheng Ying's family live here. White silk was tied, and a white lantern with the word "Dian" was hung on the left and right sides of the door.

There is also an inconspicuous red-gray small western-style building in the shade behind the villa, which is said to be the residence of workers, bodyguards, drivers and others.

A Filipino maid in her fifties, speaking a somewhat blunt Hong Kong dialect, greeted Cheng Yunhai, Hong Shuangfa, and Ruan Mudeng into the room while bowing and saying hello.

Some of the other members of the Cheng family were still busy dealing with the media and the police at the funeral, and some were responsible for sending the fainted female relatives to the hospital, so the three of Cheng Yunhai were the first to come back.The Filipino maid, who has served her master for nearly 20 years, can be considered to be quite fond of the Cheng family. These days, she has undergone continuous drastic changes, and she has heard about the farce at the farewell ceremony. Full of sorrow and emaciation, while pouring tea for a few people, he couldn't help but secretly wiped his tears.

As soon as Ruan Mudeng walked into the villa, he felt that something was wrong - this house was too gloomy.

"Mr. Cheng, have you lived here before? How long have you lived?"

While drinking tea, he turned to look at Cheng Yunhai, who was fidgeting beside him.

"Me, me?"

The muscles on Cheng Yunhai's face trembled slightly, and he looked around in a panic, "I, I have lived here since I was a child. My cousin and I have a very good relationship, so we grew up together! Even if we bought a house in the city center, I come back often, and now I still have my room on the second floor..."

As he said that, he turned his head to look at the Filipino maid who was putting the fruit plate next to him, repeated to her in Hong Kong dialect, and then asked for her support: "Right, Marry?"

The Filipino maid quickly nodded and said yes.

"In that case," Ruan Mudeng tapped his finger on the teacup, "I remember you said earlier that you felt that this house was not quite right, and when did you start?"

"I can't tell..."

Cheng Yunhai showed a look of hesitation on his face, "Anyway...it's this period of time. I always feel that the room is lifeless. Even when the weather is good, the curtains are drawn and the windows are opened, and the sun doesn't seem to come in. Everywhere Secretly makes people very uncomfortable, anyway, I have never felt this way since I was a child!"

He pointed to the large French windows facing south, "And when I sleep at night, I often have nightmares, and sometimes I'm pressed by ghosts... So it's been a month, I haven't come back to sleep It's gone... who knew, who knew that my cousin and nephew would..."

Ruan Mudeng observed Cheng Yunhai's expression when he said these words, and felt that the sadness and panic in his eyes were indeed real.

The Filipino maid couldn't understand the Mandarin they spoke, and she was used to serving rich people. Seeing them start talking, she quickly put down the fruit plate and left.

After the people walked away, Ruan Mudeng continued to ask: "Then, who is the old man who appeared at Mr. Cheng's farewell ceremony today?"

"The dead old man's surname is Zhao, and his age should be about the same as my cousin's, probably in his early sixties, but I don't know why he looks as old as a zombie crawling out of a coffin!"

Speaking of the old man surnamed Zhao, the expression on Cheng Yunhai's face immediately became very ferocious.

"The Zhao family had some financial disputes with our Cheng family back then, and after his family went bankrupt, he kept biting us..."

Cheng Yunhai gritted his teeth and said: "But that's the old calendar of our grandpa's generation, and all the parties involved have been buried in the earth for decades, the devil can tell who is right and who is wrong! I don't know where the deep hatred comes from. , I didn’t even let my cousin’s funeral go unnoticed!”

Ruan Mudeng used to make up some classic commercial war dramas when he was free. He often saw the secrets of big families in the background of Hong Kong City, such as brothers fighting against each other, wives and concubines, and inheritance disputes. , no one is innocent, it seems that as long as it is profitable, anyone can be that despicable villain who plays with the wind and benefits himself at the expense of others.

He thought carefully about Cheng Yunhai's explanation just now, although it is true that family secrets cannot be easily revealed by outsiders, but if it is true as he said, it is already the entanglement of their grandfather's generation, even if they turn over the old score again, it is still only one-sided In the case of testimony, it is also difficult to find out who is ugly.

"That, that... Ruan, Master Ruan..."

Seeing that Ruan Mudeng remained silent for a long time, seemingly lost in thought, Cheng Yunhai finally couldn't help it, and asked him the question he had wanted to ask since just now.

"Did you...can you see that this house...is, what's the problem?"

Ruan Mudeng raised his eyelids, and glanced at Cheng Yunhai who was covered in cold sweat—the young man himself didn't realize how similar his eyes were to Xiao Xiao's just now.

"This is..."

He didn't answer the other party's question, but slowly glanced around.

——In his eyes, in the Cheng family's mansion, there are clusters of dark shadows everywhere, like old entangled spider webs, twisted and coiled together, almost filling the room All the light-shielding gaps, especially the roofs, wall roots, corners, and the bottoms of tables and chairs, are almost condensed into groups, so thick that they look like materialized shadows.

Even the sunlight that shines outside is blocked by the shadows hanging from the windows, so it can't shine into the house that can be said to be a "haunted house".

Such a strong yin qi, I am afraid that even the old mass graves will be willing to bow down. People living in this kind of house will have their yang qi severely eroded, and it will take three to five years.