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

Pretend to be a ghost No. 150 Three days · "Like a...coffin."

"Didn't you say we'll see you at night during the day?" Zhong Sheng looked at Jiang Yiming with a half-smile, "Why does it seem a bit unexpected?"

"...I didn't see you by accident, but I saw this plate of things you gave me by accident." Young Master Jiang had a hard mouth, snorted softly, and poked a plate of green vegetables with a fork in dissatisfaction.

What are these?At first glance, it was not something in Jiang Yiming's recipe.

Zhong Sheng laughed, and said, "Eat a little."

Jiang Yiming didn't want to talk to him very much. If someone else had said this, he would have walked away with a flick of his sleeves and rolled his eyes.

"All right, all right. Bao Qiwen called you here? A traitor." Young Master Jiang compromised.

I don't know who this "traitor" refers to, whether it refers to Bao Qiwen who moved the rescuer to save the country, or Zhong Sheng who abducted him to eat vegetables with his elbow.

Zhong Sheng didn't answer, just quietly watched Jiang Yiming take two mouthfuls of vegetables, he slightly curled the corners of his mouth, when he came with the plate, he just wanted to tease the children, never thought that Jiang Yiming would obey Reluctantly eat two bites.

What a surprise.

The two men standing in the corner of the banquet are not eye-catching. After all, almost everyone in this venue comes with a purpose, and few people care about the person standing in the corner.

When Bao Qiwen saw that Jiang Yiming had Zhong Sheng by his side, he was relieved, and simply concentrated on dealing with the media people who came and went in front of him.

"Ms. Bao is really hard work." Jiang Yiming stood in the corner and said leisurely, casually took a glass of champagne brought by the waiter next to him, and sipped it one after another, feeling bored.

He said that, but he didn't show any sympathy at all.

He noticed Zhong Sheng's slightly raised eyebrows, and the young master smiled slyly: "But it's fun to see him."

Bao Qiwen really doesn't hate this kind of entertainment, he also likes to come and go with people, seeing these people think they are smart, but they fall into his rhythm and don't know it.

"What are you doing here today?" Jiang Yiming asked suddenly, taking a sip of his wine.

"The Zhong family's Enlight Films is more or less a worthy name in this industry. I was invited to come and have a look." Zhong Sheng said.

As soon as he finished speaking, a person came in front of Zhong Sheng, holding a wine glass and standing in front of Zhong Sheng, a little pleasantly surprised: "Mr. Zhong from Guangguang is also here? I haven't seen you in previous years. You are really a rare visitor."

Jiang Yiming heard it from the side, and raised his brows slightly. The rare visitor who hadn't seen him in previous years suddenly accepted the invitation to come over for a visit this year?

Young Master Jiang stood aside with a smile, looking at Zhong Sheng quietly, his beautiful caramel-colored eyes were full of clear teasing.

What is the difference between this year's awards dinner and previous years?

The difference is huge.

——This year's awards dinner, he was there.

Young Master Jiang thought complacently that he knew the answer without even asking this question.

Zhong Sheng had no choice but to be stared at by Jiang Yiming, it would be strange if he didn't feel it.

But since he was punctured by someone, Zhong Sheng didn't show any expression. He looked at the talkative person indifferently, raised his glass as a signal, took a sip and then put it down.

The man followed suit with a sip of his drink, then found an excuse and left.

The head of the Zhong family has never liked to socialize, and they seldom talk to people at banquets. This is something everyone knows. No one would deliberately embarrass themselves to test how much the head of the family does not like to socialize.

When only Zhong Sheng and Jiang Yiming were left in this corner, Jiang Yiming said, "Are you invited to come over for a while?"

Zhong Sheng took out the invitation letter from the inner pocket of his suit, and shook it twice in front of Young Master Jiang's eyes, proving that what he said was true.

Jiang Yiming chuckled: "Who wants to see this thing of yours."

He casually slapped it away, squinted his eyes, took a step closer, stared at Zhong Sheng, and said, "It seems that this year's awards dinner has something that particularly attracts you."

I'll give you a chance to confess right away, and say something nice—the young master thought in his heart—maybe it's a nice compliment, and when the young master is happy, he will restore your title of legal fiancé.

Zhong Sheng paused slightly when he heard the words, and immediately understood what Jiang Yiming meant.

The two of them have long since been tempted or not. They are two smart people, and they have already tacitly expressed their intentions. At most, they are just a window away.

It's just that one is proud and awkward, and the other prefers to boil frogs in warm water.

Now the proud and awkward one has made it clear that for this sake, if he cooks the frog gently, he is afraid that he will be kicked by the irritable frog, kicking over the pot and pouring water all over his body.

Zhong Sheng laughed, and said: "Indeed, after all, this year's awards dinner, with you..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang from the other end of the banquet hall, and immediately heard someone screaming: "Someone is being crushed below! Come quickly!"

Jiang Yiming frowned, for the first time he was so irritable that he wanted to swear.

After Bao Qiwen, Jiang Yiming, and Zhong Sheng met, they followed slowly at the back of the crowd.

A huge time-telling cuckoo clock fell down. This clock was originally hung directly above the fireplace in the hall. Now that the weather is hot and the fireplace is not turned on, the guests are standing in front of the fireplace and chatting. fell without warning,

The clock is seventy to eighty centimeters long and over one meter high. It looks like a forest tree house. Every hour on the hour, the two doors of the tree house will automatically open, and a cuckoo will pop out from inside. , "Cuckoo", "Cuckoo" to tell the time.

When Jiang Yiming passed by, the person hit by the bell had already been dragged out. That person was lucky, he was not actually hit, but his forehead was bumped a little, and he was a little dizzy and bleeding.

Seeing that this was just a false alarm, Bao Qiwen breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and said to Jiang Yiming, "I thought something else happened and you had to intervene. Fortunately, it's not so mysterious and unlucky."

"However, such an incident happened at this banquet, and no one is interested in continuing the conversation. Forget it, let's go." Bao Qiwen sighed. He didn't meet the director he most wanted to build a relationship with, so this one came out. Accident, really no fate.

As he said, he was about to leave, but found that Jiang Yiming didn't intend to leave, but instead squeezed into the crowd against the crowd.

Because the crushed person had already been dragged out and placed aside to bandage the wound, all the people surrounding the smashed cuckoo clock dispersed at this moment.

Now only Jiang Yiming is still walking inside, Bao Qiwen's eyelids twitched, and they found Zhong Sheng and they looked at each other. Although they didn't understand Jiang Yiming's plan, they followed Jiang Yiming without hesitation. Ming Niliu walked in.

"What did you see?" Bao Qiwen asked.

"I haven't seen anything yet," Jiang Yiming said.

Bao Qiwen opened his mouth in doubt, but finally closed it.

Teacher Bao has self-knowledge, knowing that even if he asks and Jiang Yiming answers, maybe he is still confused.

The three of them walked to the knocked down cuckoo clock. The two tree house wooden doors of the cuckoo clock were tightly closed. Even if they fell from such a high place, the two doors could not be opened.

"See what's coming?" Jiang Yiming asked.

Bao Qiwen paused, then twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "The quality is pretty good, it won't break even if you drop it like this."

"Who told you to watch this?" Jiang Yiming rolled his eyes.

"Then what do you want me to see?" Bao Qiwen wondered, walked around the clock, but didn't see anything.

"Looking at this clock, do you think it looks a little strange?" Jiang Yiming asked.

Bao Qiwen looked at it again, and felt that it was not much different from ordinary chiming clocks.

He shook his head.

Zhong Sheng said: "The shape of this clock is obviously made of a tree house, but without a roof, it is carved squarely, like a..."

He paused and looked at Jiang Yiming.

Hearing what Zhong Sheng said, Bao Qiwen followed Zhong Sheng's train of thought to look at it again, and suddenly reacted, and blurted out, followed Zhong Sheng's half-sentence: "Like a coffin?"

After Bao Qiwen finished speaking, he subconsciously shuddered, "Bah bah" twice, wondering that he had such a weird idea.

Jiang Yiming nodded and said "yes".

Bao Qiwen was taken aback for a moment, then laughed dryly: "...I just said it casually."

"But I didn't just ask and respond casually." Jiang Yiming glanced at Bao Qiwen and said.

He squatted down, frowning slightly.

Bao Qiwen: "...QAQ"

"This chiming clock has two doors, the front and the back?" Jiang Yiming discovered that the clock has two sides. One side looks like a trap door, but the two small wooden doors on the other side are engraved with spell-like patterns, like It's like trying to lock something inside so that it doesn't come out.

Hearing what Jiang Yiming said, Bao Qiwen knelt down and followed suit. If so, he suddenly felt more mysterious, and the hairs on his arms stood up. He rubbed his arms and swallowed.

Jiang Yiming was still studying the pattern engraved on the door, and a few waiters came to the hall to clean up these things, so that the clock would not trip anyone who didn't pay attention.

Jiang Yiming waved his hand when he heard the words, and asked someone to carry the clock away.

"Aren't you still studying it? Why did they take it away?" Bao Qiwen asked.

"The lines engraved on it are something beyond what I have learned. Even if I study for a while, I can't learn anything new. It's better to let them remove it." Jiang Yiming said.

"Is there something that Young Master Jiang doesn't know? It's strange." Bao Qiwen said.

Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue lightly, and was about to go back, but he heard a scream outside the door!

"Cuckoo", "Cuckoo", "Cuckoo"

.........

The screams were mixed with the crisp chime of the time, even though the clock had been moved out of the corridor by several waiters, the people in the banquet hall could hear it clearly.

Jiang Yiming glanced at the time subconsciously. It was nine o'clock in the evening. It seemed that even if it fell from the wall, the clock's timekeeping function was not damaged.

Everyone ran to the corridor one after another. This time, Jiang Yiming and the others were the closest and the first to arrive.

Jiang Yiming stopped abruptly, and stood three or four meters away from the chiming clock, when Bao Qiwen gasped.

I saw the two small doors open, and a fist-sized child with a round face was pushed out of the "tree house". The voices of "cuckoo" and "cuckoo" came from the child's mouth.

The child's round face was gray, white and purple. It looked like a dead baby. I didn't know if it was true or not, but at first glance, it was so scary that the scalp was numb, especially on the doll's face. The child's eyes were closed and the mouth was closed. But he was grinning, and kept making noises, making noises as he entered and exited the tree house, and told the time.