The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day 130 · "What do I need to do?" "Trust me."

The staff in the hotel helped Teng Qinghua back to the room, and Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng took advantage of the chaos of the crowd and left in a low-key manner.

The two of them passed by the hotel staff who had left Teng Qinghua's room, and slipped in sideways when the door was about to close.

Teng Qinghua sat on the bed sluggishly, his whole body bent limply, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.

As soon as Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng came to Teng Qinghua's side, the fat director jumped up suddenly as if startled: "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

"It's me." Jiang Yiming pulled up two chairs and sat down, looking at him with calm eyes.

Teng Qinghua remained in a state of panic and tension for several seconds before gradually slowing down.

He saw clearly that it was Jiang Yiming sitting in front of him, and immediately burst into tears: "What should I do? It's him, it must be him! It's Ma Mengqi! He stuck to me and said he didn't want my life, but he He obviously wants my life, he wants me..."

The fat director was emotional and incoherent, Jiang Yiming frowned, took out a few napkins and handed them over, interrupted: "Wipe."

Teng Qinghua hiccupped, subconsciously took the tissue, wiped away his tears and snot, and looked at Jiang Yiming with aggrieved, hesitant and panicked eyes.

"Did I teach you to recite the Tianzunbao before?" Jiang Yiming asked him.

Teng Qinghua paused for a moment, and then let out a very thin voice: "...forgot."

Under such circumstances, how could he still remember to recite the Tianzunbao spell?He almost pissed off.

The fat director lowered his head in shame, and whispered, "I can't remember anything at that time."

What's more, he always thought that he would be safe after returning to the hotel, and Jiang Yiming would always be on the set in the future, so he should be fine.

Jiang Yiming looked at him speechlessly. Although he could understand that ordinary people would easily panic when encountering such a situation, he could forget about protecting his own life.

"What did you see just now? Tell me completely, without missing any details." Jiang Yiming said.

Teng Qinghua nodded, promising that he would never miss a word, and he said, "That's right, I went to rest in the coffee shop and ordered a cup of coffee..."

He began to recall, and really did not miss a single detail.

"I let him return to ashes, where he should go, and he rushed to me and said that this is where he should go. He said he didn't hate me, he just wanted to make a deal with me, he said After that, he poked his finger on my chest..." Teng Qinghua paused, and then, as if he had come to his senses, he quickly took off the sweatshirt on his upper body, exposing his bare chest.

I saw a conspicuous black fingerprint on his chest, as if it had already existed on the skin.

Teng Qinghua's eyes widened suddenly, and he wiped it in a panic. His skin was completely red, and he didn't see much change in the fingerprint.

Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes and said, "Don't wipe it off, it won't be wiped off."

Teng Qinghua quickly looked at Jiang Yiming: "What is this? Why was it born on my chest? Why can't I wipe it off? It..."

"First of all, it's called a shadow matchmaker. The matchmaker is the matchmaker of the medium, not the matchmaker of the matchmaker." Jiang Yiming said, "Secondly, you don't have to be nervous about this. It is he who stamped you. The imprint itself does not hurt."

"Then...will he follow this mark to find me?" Teng Qinghua asked hastily.

"Even without this mark, wouldn't he still have found you?" Jiang Yiming asked back.

Teng Qinghua choked, that's right.

Jiang Yiming suddenly thought of something, he paused, and suddenly asked: "Is Ma Mengqi waiting for you in the coffee shop?"

Teng Qinghua nodded hesitantly, and replied uncertainly: "...it should be?"

"What did you miss and didn't tell me?" Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes, this is wrong.

It is impossible for Ma Mengqi to predict that Teng Qinghua will go to the coffee shop, he does not have this ability.

There are only two possibilities -

Either Ma Mengqi had put down hints in Teng Qinghua's mind a long time ago, implying that he would go to the coffee shop, but it was meaningless to spend so much trouble. If Ma Mengqi could do this, then he could do it in the hotel suite, no Will be interrupted, no risk;

Another possibility is that Ma Mengqi came into contact with Teng Qinghua at close range by accident in another way, and then followed Teng Qinghua to the coffee shop.

"I didn't miss anything..." Teng Qinghua scratched his hair and tried to remember, "After seeing Ma Mengqi, I panicked, and my mind went blank...I must have said everything I can remember."

"What about before seeing Ma Mengqi, before entering the coffee shop?" Jiang Yiming asked again.

"I listened to you and went back to the hotel. Except for getting in the car and entering the hotel, I didn't meet anyone else. I sat in my room all afternoon and didn't dare to go to the bathroom. I kept editing. It's been a long time I was dizzy, so I was going to go downstairs to have a cup of coffee to change my mind. When I went downstairs, I bumped into Mo Langqing. I greeted him but he ignored me, and I was hurt by his laptop , Speaking of it is also the position of the chest, it is really a disaster..." Teng Qinghua rambled.

"Mo Langqing?" Jiang Yiming grasped the only useful piece of information out of the director's nonsense, "You met Mo Langqing? Was he bumped into you?"

No wonder.

Teng Qinghua nodded, he was stunned for a moment, and realized later: "Ma Mengqi appeared because he bumped into Mo Langqing? But what does this have to do with Mo Langqing? Mo Langqing didn't know about Ma Mengqi at all. Who is it..."

Jiang Yiming briefly talked about what Mo Langqing did, and Teng Qinghua scolded angrily: "What kind of wicked things are written here! There are hundreds of people in our crew, and he took them as something to write about?"

Jiang Yiming didn't answer, Ren Tengqinghua sat on the bed cursing for a few minutes, and when his energy passed, he asked, "Are you done venting?"

The fat director was so well-behaved that he didn't look like just now, he nodded like a quail.

"Does that mean that whatever he writes will come true?" He asked, "Then those things written in his books..." He couldn't help but shudder.

"It's not that what he wrote came true, but what he wrote already exists." Jiang Yiming corrected, "This is a matter of logical order."

Teng Qinghua nodded half-understood. Jiang Yiming didn't plan to start teaching, so he glanced at him and didn't intend to explain in detail.

"So the things written in his book will not come true, right?" Teng Qinghua only cared about what he cared about, he asked.

"Well." Jiang Yiming nodded slightly, "Things that do not exist will not be fabricated, and things that exist in themselves cannot be erased."

"Then what should we do now? Ma Mengqi's target must be me. Am I still alone in the hotel?" The fat director looked at Jiang Yiming with longing eyes, which gave Jiang Yiming a headache.

"What do you mean?" The young master raised his eyebrows.

"I, can I move the bed to cover your house? I'll just make a floor bed and never disturb you two." Teng Qinghua looked at Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng helplessly, and almost raised his hand to swear.

Jiang Yiming: "..."

"Did my room have been opened or something? What's the difference?" Jiang Yiming twitched his lips, but considering the director's unruly physique, it was almost impossible for him to be met by Ma Mengqi through Mo Langqing. Being occupied and left alone in the hotel really made him uneasy.

Teng Qinghua smiled shyly, coughed lightly and said, "The house is not important, what matters is you."

Jiang Yiming choked for a moment, it was the first time he heard such a boring word from a man.

He met the fat director's small eyes, let out a breath, closed his eyes, cut off the eye contact, moved his thin lips, and said two words: "Shut up."

Zhong Sheng snorted coldly.

Greasy.

At night, Teng Qinghua packed his clothes and ran over. To his surprise, there was another Qiu Hao in Jiang Yiming's room.

Qiu Hao saw the uproarious news on Weibo, and at a glance, he could see that the thing he met that day must have come again, but this time he returned to the hotel, just a few floors away from him.

Qiu Hao was so frightened that he wanted to change hotels, but after thinking about it, Jiang Yiming was still in this hotel anyway, if he changed to a hotel a few kilometers away like Tang Guo did, who would know if something happened?Where can I catch up in time?

So Qiu Hao reluctantly stayed, and would rather give Jiang Yiming a large sum of money, and live with Jiang Yiming under the same roof.

Jiang Yiming thought that there would be one more Teng Qinghua anyway, and another Qiu Hao would make no difference, so he agreed, and casually quoted a price that would make Qiu Hao bite his teeth, and it was very interesting to see how the other party was reluctant to pay it back. .

Qiu Hao asked him if he could pay with a bank card after returning home, Jiang Yiming curled his lips with a smirk, and said, "Anyway, I owe more than this amount, and it's not bad to add another amount."

Qiu Hao scratched his hair embarrassingly.

When he saw the director, he smiled dryly and waved his hands: "Director, you're here too."

Teng Qinghua: "..."

Jiang Yiming knocked on the door connecting the lobby of the suite and the master bedroom, and drew the attention of the two men. He pointed to the door and asked, "Did you see this door?"

Qiu Hao and Teng Qinghua nodded blankly, but they didn't understand what Jiang Yiming meant.

"There is something knocking on the door, something urgent knocking on the door." Jiang Yiming said.

Qiu Hao blinked, but before he could react, Jiang Yiming dragged Zhong Sheng into the master bedroom, and closed the door with a "clang".

Teng Qinghua was not surprised at all. He made a floor bed, lay down on the ground, and said to Qiu Hao, "I'll sleep on the sofa for you."

"Ah? So early?" Qiu Hao didn't expect Teng Qinghua to fall asleep so early. He couldn't fall asleep after falling into the water that day. He thought that the director was too big-hearted, right?

Teng Qinghua closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "You should go to sleep too. The more cloudy you get in the evening, the easier it is to bump into something you shouldn't bump into. It's better to sleep peacefully."

Qiu Hao: "..." Why is it so intimidating!

Qiu Hao subconsciously glanced at the time on his phone. It was past ten o'clock, the nightlife had just started, and he hadn't even played a few games yet.

He was planning to play a game before going to sleep, but when he watched the game loading interface, Teng Qinghua's words kept lingering in his mind, and the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became.

He took a deep breath, threw the phone on the coffee table, wrapped himself in a quilt on the sofa, covered his head in it, and said muffledly, "Good night."

Nothing happened overnight.

Nothing strange happened.

Teng Qinghua and Qiu Hao slept very deeply, and slept more securely than on the big bed in their own suite.

I don't know the reason, even though Jiang Yiming is separated by a door, I feel very safe and can sleep with peace of mind.

Jiang Yiming got up in the morning and opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw half of Teng Qinghua resting on the single sofa, and the other half lying on the end of Qiu Hao's couch.

Dare to fall asleep at night and still sleepwalk.

Jiang Yiming twitched the corners of his mouth, boasting in his heart about his wise decision to close the door.

Zhong Sheng contacted Jiang Yiming with a team of mercenaries. On the surface, they were introduced by an intermediary headhunter, but in private, they belonged directly to Zhong Sheng.

He said to Jiang Yiming: "These people will let them get acquainted with the environment of the set first. Half a day is enough. How do you plan to arrange it later?"

"Please enter the urn, do what you want." Jiang Yiming raised his chin slightly.

Dealing with Ma Mengqi is not difficult, but troublesome.

Ma Mengqi is an alien being forcibly pulled back to this world, which is equivalent to cruising outside the rules of this world.

And Jiang Yiming is just a Fengshui master, even if he can touch the dragon's veins and change the fate of the country, he is still an ordinary person in the final analysis.

Facing Ma Mengqi, an existence completely different from what he had encountered in the past, he didn't have that great ability to open the connection to another world and send Ma Mengqi back.

Especially when Ma Mengqi went back this time, he should be going to hell, big and small, so he didn't know which floor to go to.

And the one who can send Ma Mengqi in must not be a human being.

That's why Jiang Yiming had three face-to-face encounters. All Jiang Yiming could do was to drive that thing away instead of completely expelling it.

But this time, if Ma Mengqi fell into the trap and used the props prepared by Jiang Yiming, it would be equivalent to covering him with a shell. There is no escape.After that, it should be the turn of a professional stranger to send Ma Mengqi back to where he really should be.

Jiang Yiming had vaguely heard that the news of bizarre deaths in the newspapers several times during this period was really eye-catching. Know who to turn to.

Zhong Sheng rubbed Young Master Jiang's hair, and said, "As long as you are sure, what do you need me to do?"

Jiang Yiming looked at him and raised a smile: "Trust me."