After adopting paranoid gods

Director Lao He stood there in a daze, his eyes wide open, his eyes full of disbelief.

All kinds of memories of being with He Zhiye many years ago poured into his mind desperately, including the song that He Zhiye would not have time to sing in the future.

this song...

The old crane's hands trembled slightly, he closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the song ringing in his ears.

That's right.

The same.

This song recolors those forgotten memories.

He remembered.

The tune, the lyrics... It's still the same as he had thought about it many times when he was young.

Even the vocals in the song are exactly the same as He Zhiye, who has long since died.

After a long time, he couldn't help clenching his teeth, his eyes flushed, and he murmured: "Isn't this song sung by He Zhiye?..."

With He Zhiye's death, this song was supposed to sink into the dark and dead underground forever.But now it sounded in this open space full of laughter.

"What? Is this song Mr. He's work?" Someone nearby heard Lao He talking to himself. He looked at the speaker on the stage and exclaimed, "It sounds so good."

He quickly told his friends that all the fans here knew that the song being played now was the work of Mr. He Zhiye before his death.

This song from the old times is very nice. It is different from the warm and warm songs of today. Its tune sounds very soothing. Coupled with the gentle male voice, the whole song seems like a clear and cold river, which makes people feel soft. Fall down softly.

The fans in the audience started whispering one after another.

Even the old fan sitting in the wheelchair opened his eyes wide, raised his neck, tapped the ground with his cane and muttered, "That's right! That's his voice! It's exactly the same!"

Someone picked up a mobile phone to record, and wanted to post it on Weibo for netizens to appreciate.

Some people stood up and raced against time to hear the song clearly.

-

After the song ended, He Zhiye put down the microphone, and he vaguely heard the voices of people outside boiling up.

Not sure what is being discussed.

But He Zhiye can guess that they must not know that the singer of this song is him.

After all, he has not appeared in the eyes of everyone for too long, no one remembers him, and no one has heard his singing.No matter how well he sings, no one will know the name of the singer.

Fans may just think that some internet singer sang it.

Not halfway through.Ji Tang ran over, lifted the curtain, and called He Zhiye to go out: "Thank you, go out and see the fans."

Everyone can't see He Zhiye.He Zhiye can appear in the party generously.

He Zhiye was slightly taken aback, but still followed Ji Tang out.

As soon as he left the curtain, he heard people's voices and applause like a flood that opened the gate, from bits and pieces to turbulent waves, rushing into his ears——

"Mr. He sings really well!"

"I'm honored to be a fan of Mr. He these days!"

"It's a nice voice!"

"I like you! Mr. He!"

Enthusiastic voices accompanied by vigorous applause resounded in the open space of Nuoda.

There is no fire, no pain, no darkness, only warm sunshine, colorful balloons and champagne, as well as countless applause and praise.

Standing among them, He Zhiye was surrounded by their applause, his indifferent expression flashed a moment of bewilderment.

Suddenly, he heard an old voice amidst the hustle and bustle of voices.

He is very familiar with this voice, it seems to be the voice of the girl who yells the hardest in the audience every time he holds a fan meeting.

The voice was very old now, but it was still loud and hard.

How stubborn.

He Zhiye raised the corners of his lips, picked up a pink balloon and a marker, and walked out of the crowd, following the voice, to the old man in a wheelchair.

He wrote his name on a pink balloon and tied the balloon to the armrest of the old man's wheelchair.

The old man came back to his senses and noticed that there was an extra balloon in her wheelchair.

She put down the balloon casually and held it in her hand.But she accidentally saw the signature in the balloon, her body trembled, her expression raised a smile, and the crow's feet slowly unfolded.

signature...

She seems to be the girl who is keen to collect idol autographs again.

At that time, she desperately shouted to get He Zhiye's attention, and wanted an autograph.But until He Zhiye died, she couldn't get it.

She didn't know where the balloon came from now.

She just felt that after the end of her life, she finally got He Zhiye's autograph.

Fans grow up and grow old, but the people they like will always be frozen in the best time.

Time goes by, and a boy is still a boy.

-

After He Zhiye quietly sent autographs to several old fans, he returned to Ji Tang's side.

Ji Tang was holding a plate of barbecue meat, carefully pulling it, and her lips turned red when she ate it.When he saw He Zhiye, he picked up a chicken wing and said, "Mr. He, do you want to try it? I baked it myself."

He Zhiye nodded and took the grilled chicken wings.

Ji Tang glanced at He Zhiye, and whispered nervously: "Mr. He, I actually saw something else at your fan meeting just now."

"what?"

"The same thing as you."

"........."

Seeing that He Zhiye didn't speak, Ji Tang rubbed his head and said in another way: "I saw other ghosts."

From the fact that Xie Li found many ghosts to help Guoguo to canvass votes last time, it can be seen that in this world, the ghosts that Ji Tang can encounter are not limited to those in the ghost shelter.

There are still many lonely souls wandering in this world.

"..." He Zhiye frowned and became vigilant: "What the hell?"

Ji Tang scratched his head and muttered, "He was a director, and he seemed to be pretty good when he was alive."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked around the corner.

The ghost he encountered was in that corner.

The other party's body was translucent, about 70 to [-] years old, with a long white beard on his chin, he was squatting on the ground, holding a large plate of barbecue and cakes, devouring them desperately, and staring at them raised.

From the looks of it, he should be a starving ghost.

He also came to He Zhiye's fan tea party, but unfortunately people ignored him, he asked for food, but no one gave it.So he could only squat aside hungry, only Ji Tang saw him.

Ji Tang thought for a while: "He told me his name is Wu Feng."

"Wu Feng..." He Zhiye's heart trembled as he remembered the name.

This is indeed a very powerful director, and the films he has made are still role models in the film industry.

"Do you have any impression?"

Ji Tang whispered.

If he can become a director with Wu Feng, it would be great to invite him to help make a movie.

He was worrying about how He Zhiye should make a movie as a ghost.You can't run around under the eyes of living people like normal stars.

If only there was a ghost director who would be in charge of He Zhiye's scenes.The other supporting roles will be directed by Lao He.Then everything will be fine.

The movie was shot very quickly.

He Zhiye suddenly remembered something, he raised his head, his voice was a little cold: "I remember, when the film conference started, he was sitting in the first row, he could see who stabbed me blind Eye."

Ji Tang was stunned, and quickly realized, "Go, let's ask him!"

When Ji Tang returned to the ghost director, he had a lump of roast beef stuffed in his mouth and was coughing desperately, as if he was choking.

Ji Tang was embarrassed to just ask the other party like this, so he could only help him with his back, and after the other party's relief, Ji Tang asked softly: "Are you okay?"

Director Ghost shook his head, and a string of white beards followed suit: "Oh, actually, you don't have to help me... I'm dead long ago."

Ji Tang: "..."

Ji Tang: "Mister, I want to ask you a question."

Director Ghost stopped stuffing something into his mouth and asked in confusion, "What's the problem?"

Ji Tang clenched her fists tightly, pursed her lips and said, "Do you know... During that film conference, did you see who the person who stabbed Mr. He Zhiye blind was?"

If He Zhiye hadn't been stabbed blind.He could escape the sea of ​​flames, instead of staying on the stage, being hit by a chandelier, trapped and burned to death in the exhibition hall.

Director Ghost suddenly opened his eyes wide and his face turned pale.He coughed violently, and stroked his beard while coughing. After a long time, he faltered: "Oh, I was arrested by that murderer because I saw that murderer, and I was starved to death. He thought I would call the police." ..."

"Sorry—" Ji Tang felt cold all over for a moment, and was at a loss for what to do.

"It's okay, it's life and death as usual."

"I'll ask one last question... Do you know who the murderer is?"

Director Ghost came over slowly. Hearing this question, he said without hesitation: "The illegitimate son of the He family. There is a very long scar on his right cheek."

He should have let go of everything after being dead for so many years.But he still couldn't forget that person's face.

It was the man who starved himself to death.

Ji Tang raised the corners of her lips, pretending to be calm and thanked: "Thank you."

"it's okay no problem."

Ji Tang took out a piece of paper with a string of addresses written on it, and handed it to Director Ghost: "This is the address of my home. If you are willing, you can cooperate with us in a movie. The salary can make you never go hungry again .”

won't go hungry again...

Director Ghost's pupils shrank slightly, he quickly took the piece of paper, nodded: "Thank you."

Ji Tang bowed softly to him: "You're welcome."

-

Ji Tang returns to He Zhiye's side.

The youth is still as usual, with a flat expression, at most he will only raise the corners of his lips when he sees Ji Tang.

Obviously, I have experienced such sad things before.

Ji Tang clenched the backpack strap tightly and sighed softly.

The person who killed He Zhiye was the illegitimate son of the He family.

That is the member of He Zhiye's family.

Speaking of which, he searched so much information, but he missed He Zhiye's family background.

He couldn't wait to go back and check again.

After the party was almost over, Ji Tang pulled He Zhiye and prepared to go home.

He let the girls go in the car first, and he was the last to go.

All the taxis that can get here are full.Ji Tang waited on the spot for a long time, and finally a taxi came.

As soon as he got into the car, he smelled a strong smell of copper in the car, like the smell of rusted knives.

Ji Tang subconsciously looked at the taxi driver.When he saw the other person's face, his pupils shrank suddenly.

The other party was very thin and tall, with deeply sunken eye sockets and dark skin.The most frightening thing is a long scar on his right cheek.

Ji Tang remembered what Director Ghost said.

The illegitimate son of the He family also had such a scar on his face.

Coupled with the stench of copper in the air, Ji Tang couldn't help thinking that there was a knife in the car.

The murderer's modus operandi was brutal.

The ghost director was brutally killed because he saw the scene of his murder.

Ji Tang, who has helped He Zhiye a lot, will inevitably be targeted by him.

Ji Tang didn't panic at all, he leaned back on the table and chair, pretending to be casual and said to the driver: "Brother, I want to go to the toilet, I'll get off the car first, don't need to drive me."

"There are no toilets here."

Ji Tang smiled lightly, looked at the wilderness, and said: "Then you can drive to a place where no one is around. I remember there is a ravine nearby."

He saw the man in front of him secretly raise his lips.It seemed that he was very satisfied with the location Ji Tang requested, and even felt that the young man was a bit unintelligent.

"Okay, I'm going to drive there now."

The wilderness without people.

It's an excellent crime location.

But the man didn't expect that Ji Tang thought the same as him.

Ji Tang opened the backpack, took out the exercise book, violin case, and small projector attached to the ghosts, put them on the seat, and softly summoned the ghosts out.

In an instant.

Thick black air enveloped the entire car, and the car was filled with ghosts, creaking and slowly driving towards the extremely gloomy wilderness valley.

The author has something to say: Murderer: No Man's Wilderness.It's an excellent crime location.

Ji Tang: But I don't know who is the real perpetrator! ╮(‵▽′)╭

The ghosts that filled the whole car: ...

The murderer will be punished by law and ghosts!Don't worry!