The handsome man in the entertainment industry

It should be their six-year-old young master!Panicked, he didn't dare to take a closer look, and hurried back to the house, howling to report to the others.

When the police arrived, almost everyone in the Cheng family mansion was gathered in the garden.

The little headless body of the young master has been removed from the arms of the statue without authorization by the family members, and it is placed on a blanket not far away. His mother's hair is disheveled and looks crazy, crying loudly while tearing Wearing the collar of my uncle Cheng Xiong.

"It's you, it must be you, it must be you who killed the baby!!"

Her strength was so great that even the maids and nannies beside her couldn't pull her away. Instead, she struggled violently and used her nails to scratch Cheng Xiong's neck with several long, short, and horizontal bloodstains. .

"When the baby dies, you can monopolize the property of the Cheng family, right!? You inhuman bastard! Give back my baby's life!!"

Cheng Xiong's expression was ashamed, his heart was in a mess, and he was entangled with this crazy woman in front of him, and his heart was even more furious.

"It's enough!"

He endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear his temper, and slapped Young Mistress Cheng hard on the face.

"You said that I killed my own nephew because I was greedy for family property!?"

He stared wide-eyed, with an extremely ferocious expression, stretched out his hand and pointed in one direction, straightly towards Cheng Yuntian's ex-girlfriend and her little daughter with hare lips.

"I can even tolerate the illegitimate daughter of my dead ghost Lao Dou, and I still miss my nephew's money!?"

Young Mistress Cheng, who was slapped, really went crazy, she couldn't listen to what the other party said, she rushed up frantically, and wrestled with Cheng Xiong, unable to tear apart at all.

Several policemen were led by the security guards to the scene of the crime. At this time, they looked like a few wooden sculptures, staring blankly at the horrifying headless child's corpse and the family members of the deceased who were beating lively. Know what to do.

——Where did the head of the young master of the Cheng family go?

Ruan Mudeng stood on the periphery of the crowd, staring at the empty neck of the little corpse protruding from the collar of the pajamas.

From his angle, he can clearly see the wound on the section of the neck—it is not a common cutting wound caused by a sharp instrument such as a knife, ax and saw, but it seems to be broken by brute force, the fracture is uneven, and the blood vessels The trachea and bone sections were particularly messy—this method of killing and decapitating is obviously not something that can be easily done by manpower.

Chapter 67, Eight, Ghost Letters 10

Because the death of the young master of the Cheng family was so strange that it was impossible not to think about "homicide", everyone who spent the night in the Cheng family's mansion that day, whether it was the owner, servants or guests, were all alone. Buluo was invited into the prison, and each of them was questioned separately. After a whole day of tossing, he was released home.

When Ruan Mudeng and Hong Shuang sent it out, the police station was already crowded with reporters from all walks of life.

Fortunately, Director Hong Shuangfa has been in the Hong Kong entertainment industry for many years, and has a lot of experience in dealing with paparazzi. He immediately contacted the nanny car to find the location, and then slipped out through the back door with Ruan Mudeng, and went around to a building opposite. In the underground garage, I got into the car smoothly and returned to the hotel where the crew was located.

"There's no need to talk about it, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a purposeful vendetta..."

In the room, the son was flipping through the "Sydney Daily" bought from the newsstand downstairs, and was reading the reports on the recent series of deaths of the Cheng family word by word.

According to the police announcement in the evening, although they have searched carefully in the Cheng family's mansion and even dispatched three search dogs, they still haven't found the missing part of the young master Cheng's body.In other words, the little head seemed to have disappeared into water vapor, without any clues at all.

"Boy, have you ever encountered anything like this before?"

Ruan Mudeng just took a shower and came out of the bathroom. He was only wearing a set of home clothes, a towel was hung around his neck, and his hair was dripping. Although it looked like a baby face in his early twenties, he was actually a hedgehog who was over a hundred years old. He must have seen many more things than himself, so he asked.

"What do you mean?"

The son looked back at the young man, "I am a good citizen who obeys the law!"

He laughed and joked: "Different from you and Xiao Xiao, who are often involved in weird things, I follow the way of cultivating demons in the world, doing everything according to my heart and following my destiny. It’s no different from ordinary people, but I haven’t encountered so many difficult and bizarre cases.”

"But..."

As he said that, he showed two rows of big white teeth in a smile, "Although I haven't encountered it myself, I have heard your master tell about something he handled."

"Ah, Xiao Xiao, did he handle it?"

Ruan Mudeng immediately opened his eyes wide, and sat up straight, as if preparing to listen carefully.

Zizi nodded, and then talked about an old incident he had heard from Xiao Xiao.

"About seven or eight years ago, when I just came out of Bai's house and I was still a young man who knew nothing, Xiao Xiao arranged for me to be Mr. Bai's assistant. When I went to pick up Mr. Bai one day, When Xiao Xiao came back from errands and smelled the stench of corpses, I couldn't help asking him curiously what he was doing."

At that time Xiao Xiao replied that he went to Province Y to deal with a walking corpse case.

The so-called walking corpses, also known as "living corpses", are also "zombies" in the usual concept.It refers to the dead body that has been buried in the corpse for a long time, or the person with strange magic uses some methods to make the dead body alive again.These corpses can usually walk and move, so they are called "walking corpses". This step into the threshold of ghost cultivation.

"However, what Xiao Xiao dealt with at that time was not ordinary walking corpses."

Zizi continued to recall.

"At that time, there were several cases of theft of body parts in a town in a certain place in Province Y. They were the remains of the 'first seven' parked in the main room. After being secretly pried open the coffin, a certain part was taken away. Xiao Xiao was at that time Entrusted by the mayor to investigate this matter, it was finally found that these stolen body parts were used as 'puzzles'."

"Puzzle?" Ruan Mudeng wasn't sure if he had heard correctly.

"Yes."

Zizi nodded, "There is a man in the town who used these parts to assemble a complete 'walking corpse' and manipulated it to dig graves in the mountains."

"Why use a patchwork corpse?" Ruan Mudeng asked puzzled.

"Because this kind of corpse, with the 'resentment' that many people's bodies have been decomposed and put together forcibly, is stronger than a simple living corpse, and its rigor is much lighter, and its actions are naturally more flexible—— Of course, if you choose to control this kind of walking corpse, the caster must first have absolute confidence in your own ability, and you must be able to ensure that you will not be backlashed by it. After all, making and controlling such an evil thing is very dangerous in itself. .”

"I see."

Ruan Mudeng understood it, and his thoughts followed the words of the son, and unconsciously drifted away to the person in which valley he was now.

He once sent a text message to Xiao Xiao during the day, reporting the Cheng family's affairs and his experience from last night to this morning to his master, but probably the signal from Xiao Xiao's place was really bad, or he didn't receive it at all. Either they received a letter but could not send a reply, anyway, half a day has passed, and there is still no one-word reply.

"...I'm going to make a phone call."

Ruan Mudeng reluctantly picked up the phone, walked towards the balcony, and dialed Xiao Xiao's number while walking—but he called several times, but only received a beeping busy tone and a mechanical message saying "the other party is not in the service area" on the receiver. Sex Tips.

Because of the sensational "Cheng Dagui" incident in Hong Kong, the crew has delayed the shooting for two days. Although Hong Shuangfa, the director of Hongda, is still in a bad state, the progress cannot be delayed.

However, the efficiency of this day was very low, not to mention catching up with the progress, even the original plan was delayed until ten o'clock in the evening before finally being completed.

On the one hand, it’s because the boss Hong Shuangfa’s poor working condition is obvious to all. On the other hand, the staff in the crew are also emotionally fluctuating, full of burning gossip souls, and there are always a few people who attended the funeral that day— ——Especially Ruan Mudeng, who was still staying at the main house of Cheng Cheng’s family, wandering around, trying to extract some exclusive details from them that the media has not yet dug up.

"That's all for today, thank you everyone!"

Hong Shuangfa brought up the "Loud Duke" made of paper rolls and announced that today's filming has officially ended.

Ruan Mudeng took the towel handed to him by the son, and wiped the sweat off his face indiscriminately.

Due to the adjustment of the filming plan, his scene was arranged very late, and he shot two consecutive scenes in one breath. He didn't even eat two serious dinners. He only had a quick drink and double milk during the break. Hong Kong-style mandarin ducks with sugar, even if they have replenished energy.

Just when the son was thinking about where to take Ruan Mudeng to have some supper to fill his stomach, they heard Hong Shuangfa's voice greeting the two of them.

"Come here, Ah Ruan, you haven't had dinner yet, I just asked the field manager to buy it, and it's just out of the pot."

Director Hong, whose temper was like a firecracker 10 minutes ago, is now in the rest area, holding two insulated lunch boxes in his hands, with a friendly smile on his face, and waving at Ruan Mudeng, signaling him to go over eat something.

Ruan Mudeng knew that the other party probably had something to say to him.