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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts [-]st · "I have a story! I have a story!"

Chen Hening's words obviously had a big impact.

The faces of all the young people present changed, even if they repeatedly told themselves in their hearts: This is just a story—but the coldness and fear that climbed up the spine at that moment were detailed and uncontrollable.

Chen Hening was obviously very satisfied with the reactions of these young people. He laughed almost happily and contentedly, examining the expressions on everyone's faces, as if admiring his own creations.

When his eyes turned to the faces of Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng, the smile on his face froze for a moment: "It seems that you two are still indifferent."

"Isn't the story finished yet?" Zhong Sheng asked back.

"Hehe." Chen Hening glanced at Zhong Sheng, "Then I'll continue."

"As I said, at that time I couldn't tell the difference between the living and the dead." Chen Hening shrugged, "It's not only because I always sleep in the pile of dead people. As for treating me as a lunatic, fearing me and alienating me."

"I can see what they can't see. Those pigs they thought were dead, in the eyes of me when I was young, were no different from living pigs. They wandered around everyone, cursing those ' Orions'."

"These people use their bloody, nailless hands to pinch the hunters' throats; or they pull out the spear guns stuck in their faces, and use them as weapons to poke the hunters' eyes blind."

"When I was young, I reminded those people over and over again, but no one took it seriously, until a hunter bumped his head into the wall for no reason, and there happened to be a steel thorn protruding from the wall—the steel thorn pierced His eyes, pierced his skull—as I reminded him."

"Of course, the so-called 'inexplicably hit the wall' is just their rhetoric, but what I saw was the pig guy with a spear gun stuck in his face, pulling the hunter's hair, and forcefully hitting the wall Press on that steel thorn."

"There was a sound of flesh and blood being pierced, as if it happened right next to my ear. The pig guy pressed Orion's head, and pushed it against the wall twice until he couldn't push it in anymore. A steel thorn poked out from the other end, and he let go of his hand in satisfaction."

"The pig guy seemed to have noticed me too. He was surprised and afraid of me, so he ran away immediately. I wanted to catch up with him, but he ran so fast, I followed him and turned a corner, but I couldn't find him at all. arrive."

"But it doesn't matter, the point is that the person is dead, and I have already warned them."

"I am happy to see such a result, and I even look at this result complacently, thinking that these people should listen to a child's words seriously, right? But the result is not like this."

"What did I end up with?" he sighed.

"—Those hunters stared at me strangely, as if I was the one who wanted to choke their throats and poke their eyes." Chen Hening laughed strangely, and there was a cluster of well-disguised eyes hidden in those inconsistent eyes. good rage,

"I was still too young at that time to understand that sometimes shutting up is better than anything else."

"I tried to explain to them, describing the scenes I saw - the pig guy who had been dead for several days, pulling the hair of the newly dead hunter to hit the steel spikes on the wall - how simple it was This is a fact, but no one believes it, even those grown-ups who take hunting for fun think that I am crazier than them."

Chen Hening laughed. He suddenly looked at Zhang Xihan and asked the girl, "What do you think? Are they crazy, or am I crazy?"

Zhang Xihan's face was still pale, and he didn't answer.

Chen Hening stretched out his fingers, and his nails lightly scratched his lips, but easily cut a bloodstain, and the blood beads dripped on his overly long nails.

He suddenly said, "Or, do you think you are crazier than us?"

This sentence seemed to be very exciting to Zhang Xihan. She suddenly widened her eyes, looked ahead without focus, and shook her body slightly, as if she was about to fall off the chair. hold her.

"Are you okay?!" Zhang Yuming asked in a low voice.

"...It's okay." Zhang Xihan returned to his senses, shook his head, and looked at Chen Hening.

She squeezed her bloodless lips hard, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Who can say for sure?"

"That's true." Chen Hening grinned with an exaggerated smile and nodded, as if agreeing with Zhang Xihan's answer.

Chen Hening continued to speak.

"In the concentration camps, there are always people who die inexplicably, some are pigs, some are hunters, and the survivors always attribute these deaths to suicide or accidents, even though I explained to them the real situation at that time in great detail, and even Tried to restore part of the scene, but still no one believed it."

"Although they didn't say it, I could clearly feel that they were afraid of me and the scenes I described to them."

"Now these people call me a lunatic. In fact, this name is mild. When I was young, those people called me the plague in private. Even my parents gradually alienated me and feared me, because everything Whatever I say, it will happen."

"This situation continued until the Piggy who escaped successfully appeared."

"I was very ill that time, and I lay in bed for three days. I couldn't get down, and the high fever persisted, but no one took care of me. When the high fever continued, I vaguely heard my parents whispering. They seemed to be Worried that I would die, but also seemed to be relieved."

"Then it dawned on me that no one expected me to survive. The mere fact that I was alive seemed unpleasant, even scary."

Chen Hening showed an exaggerated sad expression on his face, but the arc of the corner of his mouth never let go. He looked at several young people and said, "To be honest, I am very sad, so I decided to live even more."

"In this world, there are too many people who can bring you joy, but those who are born to make people panic are really rare. Obviously, I am too important."

Several young people choked together, this logic should be like this?

Apparently, Jiang Yiming was a little surprised to hear such a conclusion, and his face was speechless as he didn't know what to say.

[Hahahaha who wrote the script for this line?It's a talent!It is definitely the only one who can make Master Jiang speechless! 】

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There were many people laughing for Chen Hening on the barrage, and the atmosphere created just now seemed to be punctured in the blink of an eye.

Chen Hening said again: "God is also on my side. Everyone died, but I survived. I survived the illness and became a survivor in Orion."

"I own this villa. I remodel it. But at the same time, I keep everything that was originally here, and store all the traces of this place in the walls one by one, eager to tell all the residents passing by here. A story that once happened here."

"Wait, you are the owner of this villa?!" Zhang Hanyu was taken aback, obviously the receptionist said that this person is just a lunatic who has lived here for a long time and paid the rent.

"Shh - not many people know this. After all, in the eyes of most people, I'm just a lunatic." Chen Hening laughed.

"Okay, I still have a lot of stories, but according to the agreement, it's up to you to tell the next one. Little girl, are you ready?" He looked at Zhang Hanyu and asked.

Zhang Hanyu glanced at her mobile phone subconsciously, the mobile phone was still dark, and she didn't intend to send the script at all.

Zhang Hanyu was a little nervous, her palms were sweating, and she had a strange premonition that something bad would happen if she couldn't tell the story.

She stammered: "Wait, wait a minute, let me think about it."

Chen Hening raised his eyebrows slightly, looked at her, and his voice was full of malice: "If there is no story, then you are lying to my story. No one can lie to me to tell a story, you have to pay the price."

When Zhang Hanyu heard it, it seemed as if all the uneasiness she had just now had been validated. With an expression on her face that was about to cry, she looked at Jiang Yiming as if asking for help, silently begging for help.

Jiang Yiming paused, and was about to speak when he heard the man interrupt suddenly: "Huh? You are not allowed to jump in line to tell stories. One by one, follow the order I arranged for you."

Zhang Hanyu gave up, she pressed the phone hard, and kept praying in a low voice: "Come out, come out!"

I don't know if her prayers worked, but when Chen Hening started counting down, Zhang Yuming suddenly called out: "Hey Xihan's phone is on! Wait, isn't this Hanyu's phone? You two are Didn't you take the wrong phone?"

"Maybe!" Zhang Hanyu breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly asked for the phone back: "I have a story! I have a story!"

At the same time she opened her mouth, the mobile phone in Zhang Xihan's hand suddenly lit up, but it was not the same as Fang Xia and Zhang Hanyu's. The initial screen of starting up appeared on the screen of her mobile phone, black and white on a white background. Apple stays on the page.

A few seconds later, the entire screen suddenly turned black, but it didn't look like a black screen. Instead, it looked like a piece of scribbled graffiti, but it was all drawn in black.

Fang Xia took Zhang Xihan's cell phone curiously, looked carefully, and he exclaimed as if he had suddenly discovered some new land: "Hey! It's not just black! There's a person drawn on it!? Wait, below... the bottom looks like There's still a bunch of red? What's that?"

The program crew staring at the live broadcast room and watching the real-time situation were at a loss, only feeling that things seemed to be getting more and more out of their imagination.

On the contrary, Jiang Lin, the props group, stared at the screen on the monitor screen, seemed to think of something for a while, and hesitated, and finally he quickly left the RV and ran into the cabin for rest.

In the cabin, Huang Xiaobo was lying on the wooden bed, his eyes wide open, his hands crossed across his chest, lying motionless.

Seeing Huang Xiaobo like this, Jiang Lin wondered and wondered: "What are you doing?"

"I... I... I'm... praying for them." Huang Xiaobo said in a low voice and intermittently.

Jiang Lin paused, flustered, he walked to the desk, and saw that the desk was still covered with the things that Huang Xiaobo had drawn earlier.

He picked up one and pointed it at the desk lamp.

At first glance on the paper, it seems that there is only a piece of black painted with a black crayon, but when you look closely, you can see two faint lines drawn by a pencil, like a corridor.

In the corner at the end of the two lines, there is the back of a person wearing a hat. The person is lying on the wall, as if he is groping for something, and he seems to be held down by some invisible object, unable to move.

At the bottom of the manuscript paper, the dark red crayon smudges into patches of red, which are mixed with the jet black crayon, making it almost invisible.

This is exactly the same as what is on the screen of Zhang Xihan's phone!

Jiang Lin took a deep breath, combined with Huang Xiaobo's words just now, a chill ran up the back of Jiang Lin's neck, he shivered suddenly, and quickly turned around with the manuscript paper in his pocket, intending to find someone to discuss.

He turned around, but he didn't expect that Huang Xiaobo got up from the bed at some point, and stood behind him, looking at him silently.

Jiang Lin suddenly screamed in fright.

Huang Xiaobo looked at Jiang Lin quietly with a pair of pure black eyes, and said, "It's useless."