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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day 210 Young Master Jiang: "You really said something right, I really know everything."

After Young Master Jiang finished saying "Help me fix it" to Zhong Sheng, the ear-piercing signal interference reappeared.

This time, everyone knew that the two long beeps just now were no accidents.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded—is this too straightforward to cheat?Didn't pay attention to the program team at all?

Director Xue Ke: We dare not say anything, and we dare not ask anything.

[So, what are Mingming and the president whispering to those people? 】

[Although I don't know what Mingming and the president said quietly, but I see that the faces of those two people are quite ugly after listening to it hehe]

[To be honest, I am happy when they are unhappy, whether it is that Chen Hening or that Zhang Yuming, I am quite upset]

[Unhappy + 1, one crazy, one brainless, if it weren't for Zhang Yuming, that young lady wouldn't have run out, and Ming Ming and the president didn't have to chase them out, they were even injured! 】

[It makes sense... With such a stroke, is it because of Zhang Yuming that he was injured?Fuck angry! 】

[Isn't it because of Zhang Yuming!Especially when this person was staring at us like that just now!Well done President! 】

[I'm really curious about what Mingming said to that little nerve, which actually made the little nerve change face, it's exciting to think about it! 】

[Who would have thought that there are whispers that cannot be heard by the VIPs in our live broadcast room...]

[After much deliberation, only Jiang Yiming, the ultimate bug in variety shows, can do it...]

【Hahahahahahaha actually is the president...but the president's is Mingming's. If you round it up, isn't it Mingming? 】

[Upstairs logic genius]

After Jiang Yiming finished speaking, he took a step back and walked unhurriedly to the wall, as if admiring the strangely shaped and uneven "murals" on the wall.

Chen Hening, on the other hand, was staring at his back closely. In a pair of completely asymmetrical eyes, there was a trace of unpredictable deep thought. He seemed to be thinking about the sentence Jiang Yiming threw to him - the game character exchanged?How does he want to change it?

He suddenly smiled, interesting, really interesting, this game is more interesting than he imagined.

Jiang Yiming suddenly stopped in front of one of the walls.

He stretched out his hand and gently brushed the uneven numbers engraved on it with his fingertips. He looked at Chen Hening and asked, "This wall looks like a wall of names. If I guessed correctly, the names on it And the corresponding date, all related to the hunter?"

Chen Hening squinted his eyes, and nodded slightly when he heard the words: "The records here are all excellent hunters. The date represents when they hunted the first 'pig guy', and the number behind it is their age."

Jiang Yiming noticed that the traces on the wall were old and new, but Chen Hening's name was hung at the end, and it looked like it was newly engraved.

Fang Xia and the others followed Jiang Yiming curiously and surrounded the wall.Fang Xia was also looking for Chen Hening's name curiously, and when he saw the new string of dates engraved on the back, his eyes flashed and he murmured blankly to count the dates: "27th? 27th...isn't it today?! "

After he reacted, he was startled suddenly, and subconsciously jumped up on the spot: "The time engraved on this is today!?"

Zhang Hanyu was also startled, she opened her eyes wide in bewilderment, and murmured: "Today? How could it be today?"

Chen Hening showed a threatening smile: "Because you are all my 'pigs'. You are trapped here, my guests. What is the difference between you and 'pigs'? At most, it is on your feet. It’s just not chained to anklets.”

Fang Xia and Zhang Hanyu huddled together tremblingly, Zhang Yuming suddenly looked at Chen Hening, his eyes widened in horror.

"Please rest assured my guests, as long as you abide by the rules of the game, everything will be fine." Chen Hening said perfunctorily without sincerity, "I am a person who follows the rules."

"What are the rules of the game?" Zhang Yuming asked.

"Of course the rules I set are the rules of the game." The man smiled as a matter of course, and looked at Zhang Yuming evilly, "For example, now, I want each of you to tell me another story, and I don't have to exchange any stories. The rules of the game, let’s start.”

"What!? You're not fair!" Zhang Yuming yelled.

Chen Hening looked at him: "You want to talk about fairness with me? Really? You never thought about it when you were playing roast chicken with your friends."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuming's face turned pale, and the blood immediately faded away.

Fang Xia didn't miss the other party's changes, he secretly kept Zhang Yuming's abnormality in his heart, and quietly distanced himself from the other party.

If anyone told him right now that the story about the roast chicken was about Zhang Yuming, he would probably believe it without hesitation.

After Chen Hening finished speaking, seeing that Zhang Yuming didn't refute him anymore, he nodded in satisfaction, and looked up at the others: "So now, who should we start with?"

"By the way, let's start with you." Chen Hening finally looked at Jiang Yiming, he narrowed his eyes slightly, "I'm curious, how do you want to switch roles?"

The three young men exchanged a puzzled look when they heard the words, what do they mean?

Jiang Yiming sneered: "It's the first time I've seen someone so eager to tear off the last fig leaf." He glanced at the other party contemptuously, and hooked the corner of his mouth, "What's the hurry?"

Jiang Yiming glanced at the string of numbers on the wall, and calculated backwards. He was 48 years old, born in 1967, and belonged to the sheep.

"You are indeed right in saying something, and I do know everything." Jiang Yiming laughed softly.

Chen Hening: "..." There was an ominous feeling.

"Everyone here knows the story of the person I want to tell." Jiang Yiming opened his mouth, and the moment he opened his mouth, he attracted everyone's attention.

Do you all know each other?

Several young people looked at each other in a daze.

"He was light-headed since he was a child, and he could see ghosts, so he was regarded as unknown by his family."

"So he was always alone, alone in a corner, with no one to keep him company, no one to talk to him, only ghosts around him."

"Gradually, he got used to these different companions, and in his young cognition, he felt that he belonged to these ghosts."

"These ghosts taught him to read, taught him to speak, and told him their experiences, dark or strange or beautiful, all kinds and colorful, forming his first memory."

"When he was an adult, his family still ignored him, and no one celebrated his birthday. The big house, on his birthday, was like an empty city. No living people stayed at home to celebrate his birthday, but those who died I don’t know how long the ghosts are wandering in this family villa, celebrating him with carnival.”

"'Some people seem to be dead while they are alive, and some people are dead but live forever'." Jiang Yiming repeated this sentence in a low voice, and he looked at Chen Hening, "So he started to make up stories, for himself A lively big family, he made the stories told by those ghosts into his life - so there was a "hunter" who hunted "pigmen", and there was a game of killing people like hemp, in order to make this story It's more real, he started to renovate his own home, and he got closer to his story."

"He recast the walls to make them full of history and traces of stories."

"He only lives in the stories he wove, but even in his stories, he is still an existence belonging to the dead. Even if he is trapped in the stories, he can't get out of the shadow of reality."

"Gradually, he couldn't tell the story from the reality. He became a well-known lunatic. His family completely abandoned him, but he was indifferent..." Jiang Yiming said expressionlessly, while In front of him, Chen Hening's expression became more and more ferocious.

He suddenly pushed the chair hard and overturned all the round chairs in front of him, interrupting Jiang Yiming's words: "Shut up! Shut up! What a boring story! Terrible story! Shut up!"

Fang Xia, Zhang Hanyu, and Zhang Yuming next to them all opened their mouths wide in a daze, and looking at Chen Hening's performance, they seemed to be trying to cover up.

Zhang Yuming broke the silence and asked, "What do you mean? Could it be that the stories he told just now...are all fake? They don't exist?"

"What I'm telling is a story, three points of truth and seven points of falsehood are conscience." Regardless of Chen Hening's anger, Jiang Yiming glanced at the three young men, and the corners of his mouth curled up. The same words also implied two points of warning In the end, his eyes fell on Zhang Yuming meaningfully.

Zhang Yuming was startled, and then swallowed the second question that was about to blurt out—how did you know?

Zhang Yuming thought, three parts of the story are true and seven parts are false, so in the story he told, which three parts are true...?

Chen Hening is still mad, but now no one is afraid of him anymore.

Seeing this, Chen Hening stared at Jiang Yiming viciously, and said in a gloomy voice: "Don't be complacent, do you think you can defeat me like this? You are wrong! The game continues as usual!"

"Defeat? I never thought about this, why would you think so?" Jiang Yiming blinked his eyes and looked at him in surprise, with an innocent face, "I just followed your game rules and told a story It's just a story. Why are you so upset? It's strange."

Chen Hening's breathing stopped suddenly, and he jumped even more, but he was speechless.

Seeing his appearance, Jiang Yiming raised the corners of his mouth even more obviously, with a look of "I'm just playing tricks but what can you do with me", and he didn't intend to hide it at all.

Young Master Jiang raised his chin, which is very annoying, isn't it?He could be more annoying.Is it not good to live?Come here to provoke him if you have something to do?Ah.

Suddenly, Chen Hening calmed down, and his squinting, always malicious eyes looked at everyone in the room, and he said: "I have always said that there are a total of eight residents in this room, my guest Guys, do you remember?"

"?" The three young men froze for a moment, then looked at Chen Hening silently and suspiciously.

"Where is the other person? Has it never appeared before? Isn't anyone curious?" Chen Hening asked.

The three young men suddenly felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to their foreheads, like three quails, shivering and huddling together in fright.

Jiang Yiming snorted, playing tricks.

He squinted at Chen Hening and asked back, "Then I'll ask you a question too."

"Haven't you ever wondered why you can always see your 'old friends' in this villa? Why are they always entrenched here, never leaving or dissipating in the past decades?"