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

Pretend to be a ghost No. 17 days · "Master Jiang! Little belly!"

On Duan Fei's side, after being rejected by Jiang Yiming, the old man returned to his home in a daze.

He carried a plate of beer in his hand and was very drunk.

After one night, there was a hasty knock on the door, Duan Fei supported his hangover aching head, and came out barefoot to open the door.

The door opened, but there was no one there. He muttered in bewilderment, and was about to close the door when he froze suddenly, looking at the blood-red paint on the ground.

He moved his gaze upwards stiffly, and finally saw a post-it note on the door:

"Be honest, or the secret you thought would no longer be a secret."

Duan Fei murmured out aloud, and suddenly cold sweat rolled down his back, and he woke up from the wine all at once.

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked around mentally.

He just came up with the idea of ​​revenge on Jiang Yiming last night, and this morning he received an anonymous threatening letter...

Duan Fei trembled all over, his face pale beyond human appearance.

/ / /

It was already noon when Jiang Yiming woke up, and he was the only one left in the whole big apartment.

In the kitchen, there was a post-it note left by Zhong Sheng, and the takeaway numbers of several star-rated hotels were on it. Jiang Yiming ordered three servings of ice cream, two donuts, and hot, freshly baked cookies.

The hotel operator who received the call had a stiff expression on his face, but he still responded sweetly.

As soon as Bao Qiwen entered, he saw Jiang Yiming sitting on the beanbag sofa in the living room, holding a large bucket of ice cream, dipped in donuts, and his cheeks swelled up.

Jiang Yiming didn't expect Bao Qiwen to come over at all. When he heard the movement at the door, he thought it was Zhong Sheng who came back.

Otherwise he would have kept those ice cream cookies well hidden.

"Ice cream! Donuts! Cookies! Jiang Yiming, don't you care about your belly!?" Bao Qiwen covered his face and screamed.

Jiang Yiming swallowed the donut in his mouth, and then scratched the ice cream bucket: "I've eaten it all, let me finish it."

Jiang Yiming has the kind of body that is easy to accumulate fat. It is not easy to grow fat on the face, and it is all piled up on the belly.

So Bao Qiwen regards this kind of high-calorie dessert as a scourge, and strictly guards against it. However, Jiang Yiming is not interested in other foods, but likes these junk foods the most.

"Yesterday Zhong Sheng came to look for me, did you make a small report?" Jiang Yiming sat cross-legged on the sofa, narrowing his caramel-colored round eyes and looking at Bao Qiwen.

Bao Qiwen paused, seeing that Jiang Yiming didn't look like he wanted to settle accounts after Qiu Hou, so he nodded and admitted: "Who made you go up and there was no news for half an hour? I thought you were tied up. "

"By the way, did you find Duan Fei's wife later?" Bao Qiwen asked again.

Hearing Bao Qiwen mentioning Fang Yu, Jiang Yiming pinched his eyebrows twice with a headache, "I found it, but she has her own ideas, and she is half trapped."

"Eh?" Bao Qiwen blinked, then tensed up, "What about you? You didn't get involved, did you?"

Jiang Yiming looked up at Bao Qiwen: "To what extent is it involved?"

Bao Qiwen: "..." That means it has already been involved.

The manager frowned nervously, and looked at Jiang Yiming worriedly: "Then what should I do? Is it related to that person named Qingwu? Zhong Shengqing doesn't know? There is also Duan Fei..."

"Zhong Sheng doesn't know many things, so don't talk too much. If Duan Fei does something, just deal with it in your usual way." Jiang Yiming waved his hand, "You are my manager, just entertain The thing about the circle is that I can solve other things by myself.”

Bao Qiwen closed his mouth, he touched the tip of his nose, suddenly feeling a little guilty.

He just talked to Zhong Sheng about a lot of things this morning.

"That's fine, just know what you're doing in your heart, don't throw yourself into the fire pit." Bao Qiwen said, "By the way, what are you preparing for the individual competition later?"

"I thought I was recommended for debut?" Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows.

Bao Qiwen choked, pressed his temples that were jumping with anger, and said calmly: "What's the matter? You still want to make your debut just by showing your face on the stage?"

"..." Jiang Yiming thought about it carefully, and felt that it was a bit too much.

He rubbed his forehead and said, "Okay, I will prepare a talent show."

"Please, Young Master Jiang, don't make the finals look like a performance at the annual meeting."

"I'm happy to prepare a show for you, why do you have to make an inch???" Jiang Yiming opened his eyes.

Bao Qiwen laughed.

"By the way, you are not allowed to eat ice cream donuts before the finals. You can't let your fans see your belly, or you will lose fans." Bao Qiwen added before leaving.

Jiang Yiming rolled the eyes of the boss: "What are you doing here today? Just to catch me stealing ice cream?"

"Bringing artists passing by here, Zhong Sheng asked me to see if you have eaten on time." Bao Qiwen said, "Obviously you haven't."

He waved his phone, indicating that he was going to make a small report again.

Jiang Yiming jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and jumped in front of Bao Qiwen: "Are you my manager or Zhong Sheng's little spy??? Didn't I eat something! You and Zhong Sheng What did you say?"

Bao Qiwen made a grimace: "When Zhong Sheng comes back, you can ask him yourself." After he finished speaking, he slammed the door shut, and Shi Shiran left.

Jiang Yiming turned his head to look at the sweets on the table, and Zhong Sheng's expression of disapproval with his eyebrows intertwined jumped out of his mind.

He touched the tip of his nose, stuffed a table of sweets back into the refrigerator, and set an alarm clock for around five o'clock in the afternoon, intending to order a takeaway dinner at that time, so as to restore the image of eating on time and eating healthy in front of Zhong Sheng.

After setting the alarm clock, Jiang Yiming turned to the contact number of a Fengshui master just saved in his mobile phone, which was sent by Ke Linrui, the former head of the TV station. After the case ended four years ago, the other party was invited to renovate the building .

Jiang Yiming checked the time and dialed it.

"Hello, milk tea shop at No. 334 Qiming Road, a cup of Bawang Yuanyang milk tea is 8888 yuan..." A woman's flat voice came from the other end of the phone.

Jiang Yiming was stunned for two seconds, then hung up the phone expressionlessly.

"One million appearance fee, 8888 appearance fee, it really depends on people playing the game." Jiang Yiming whispered to himself, and laughed to himself: It turns out that the two Fengshui masters are the same person, so that is really a coincidence. People have to think deeply.

Because of that unexpected encounter, Qingwu's lover was exposed by the TV station, and finally died of depression.

Taking advantage of the trend, Qingwu held a grudge against the TV station and the staff who participated in the news broadcast.

The feng shui master who refurbished the TV station is Qing Wu, and the warehouse where the murder occurred has become a hotbed for ghosts and spirits.

In the past two years, rumors of ghosts appeared frequently on the TV station, and there was even a rule of not staying overnight and working overtime on the station, which showed that the ghost was always there, and it was well nurtured in the past two years.

As for Duan Fei, it was three years ago that Duan Fei jumped out of everyone's sight and gradually emerged.

Duan Fei said that it was the other party who approached him on his own initiative.

In addition, Duan Fei's wife was pregnant in October, so the time when Qingwu found Duan Fei was not long after the incident happened.

In terms of time, the children of Duan Fei and his wife were part of Qingwu's plan from beginning to end.

Looking at how much Qingwu attached importance to the earthen pot yesterday, and Fang Yu's crazy words at the beginning, Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes, and a not-so-good assumption floated in his mind.

Qingwu wants to borrow Fang Yu's child to do something, maybe bring his lover back.

Jiang Yiming encountered similar things in his previous life, but the ending was not as he wished.

In the version he heard, the feng shui master was backlashed by an uncontrollable force, the ghost hollowed out the opponent's body, and a person turned into a shriveled corpse in the blink of an eye, and the ghosts scurrying around disturbed the surrounding mountain villages. The living beings are in charcoal.

When he passed there, there were only a few survivors left in the mountain village, and they told him everything.

Jiang Yiming sat down cross-legged, with an ancient coin flat on his fingertips, and the red string was wrapped around his bony fingers round and round.

He closed his eyes and calculated carefully, and from the birthdays of Duan Fei and Fang Yu, he deduced the reason why Qingwu found these two people.

Time passed by bit by bit, and a little sweat gradually appeared on the bridge of the nose.

Accompanied by the clear sound of "嗡——", Jiang Yiming suddenly opened his eyes, and the ancient coin on his fingertips fell to the ground.

At the same time, in Qingwu's small room, Qingwu suddenly felt a pain in his chest, as if his heart had been ripped out by something, he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood, which made Fang Yu cry out in a low voice.

Qingwu's eyes were black, and he looked at the earthen pot in Fang Yu's arms. There was a trace of black air from the gap between the closed earthen pots that ordinary people could not see.

His face changed slightly, and before he had time to move, he saw the ancient coin belonging to Jiang Yiming suddenly hanging in the air, flying straight towards the earthen pot, and slapped it tightly against the gap where the earthen pot was closed.

The black air was immediately forced down, and there was a scorched smell from the ancient coins.

Qingwu swayed weakly, half leaned on the dressing table, stared blankly at the earthen jar—why did it want to hurt me?

……

The afterglow of the setting sun outside the window spilled into the living room, spreading a thin layer of golden sunset behind Jiang Yiming, making his eyes seem to be surrounded by a circle of golden light, which was extremely beautiful and mysterious.

"That's really the case..." Jiang Yiming closed his eyes halfway, pursed his thin lips, and his fingertips were slightly burned.

He rubbed his fingertips lightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he took out a post-it note from under the coffee table.

to Rapunzel:

Going out for a trip to save the feng shui master from falling, don't wait for me to come back for dinner, you know :)

Jiang Yiming posted this next to the post-it note that Zhong Sheng had left for him earlier, and the corners of his mouth curled up in satisfaction.