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

Pretend to be a ghost No.30 Six days · "I hope you can survive."

In the old house, no one realized that there was a problem with their walkie-talkie.

Yu Minghao stood in the hall at a loss, looking at the smell of gunpowder between Jiang Yiming and the old man in the village in wonder.

"What's wrong with this sentence?" He looked at Xie He suspiciously, it seemed that Xie He knew Jiang Yiming best among them.

Xie He shook his head without explaining.

The old man looked at Jiang Yiming for a while, then slowly looked away: "I don't know Feng Shui."

"But I know this mirror is useful." He continued, looking at Jiang Yiming, "it can catch ghosts."

Jiang Yiming paused.

The old man spoke with a strong local accent, and the pronunciation of "ghost" sounded like "ju" in the local dialect. Except for Jiang Yiming, the others didn't understand what he said at first glance.

"What did you say?" Qin Haiqing asked.

The old man ignored him, but turned his attention back to Xie He: "You people are not reporters, but you want to know what happened back then."

He paused, and said warningly: "It's not a good thing to be so curious."

"We should just listen to the story." Xie He said with a smile, "You said before that you would tell us."

The old man shook his head and murmured to himself, "That said the same thing last time."

He pointed to the follow-up director behind Xie He and the others: "Turn off all these things."

"..." Xie He was stunned for a moment, and the four follow-up directors were also stunned in place, at a loss.

Turn off camera?What's the difference between that and live streaming?Could this variety show be recorded like this?

The NPC wouldn't make such an outrageous request, would it?

Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes and looked at the old man's expression. After a few seconds, he said lightly, "Closed."

"Ah?" Jiang Zhang was taken aback, and the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded immediately.

Xue Ke hurriedly arranged staff, planning to rush over.

"Turn off the camera? How can you turn off the camera!" The leader of the NPC group slapped the table, "How can this variety show be recorded? How can this artist talk to himself!"

Xue Ke shook his head. What he was worried about was not the variety show issue. He was worried that Young Master Jiang had discovered something abnormal. Otherwise, why would he agree to turn off the camera like this?

If something abnormal happened in this village, the safety risk of the four guests would rise sharply, especially Young Master Jiang. If something happened, not to mention the shooting of this program, even this TV station would not be able to withstand the anger of the Jiang family.

"No matter what, let's go there quickly." Xue Ke said.

"No, the car is blocked in front." A message from the front row of the convoy came from the intercom.

They were already moving in that direction, but on the route the convoy had to take, a big tree and a huge rolling stone directly blocked the way.

It was probably caused by the sudden heavy rain at night. Cars couldn't get in, and people couldn't turn over.

"The emergency convoy has been called, but I guess it will be over there long ago when the road is cleared." Xue Yang looked at Xue Ke and said, he pinched his neck and looked at Xue Ke with nerves, "We didn't There is no other choice but to be trapped here."

[Fuck, is the live broadcast really off? 】

[Why is my camera black! 】

[Wait a minute, I can still hear the sound... The microphone is not removed! 】

[So... is this an alternative live broadcast method? 】

[The guests seem to be dumbfounded, this NPC is very individual]

[I jio De Mingming can communicate with this npc about the experience of the live broadcast accident]

Among the four people in the room, Xie He looked at Jiang Yiming's expression, then turned his head and motioned to his follow-up director to turn off the camera.

Although Qin Haiqing was confused, but since Xie He also agreed - Xie He is considered an old fritter master in variety shows, and he can't go wrong with what he does, so he also asked his follow-up director to turn off the camera.

Yu Minghao looked around and had no choice but to follow.

"Can you say it now?" Jiang Yiming asked, "The reporter who came back last time, you also asked for the same?"

The old man shook his head and muttered in a low voice: "If only I had asked for it earlier last time..."

"What?" Xie He didn't hear clearly, and asked again, but the old man still ignored it.

He had no choice but to turn to Qin Haiqing and the others. Qin Haiqing shrugged his shoulders: "I am originally from the north. I have lived in Xiangjiang for decades. It is not easy to understand the Putonghua of your southerners. This old man's Putonghua level It's a test for me."

Xie He laughed, and looked at Yu Minghao again. The blankness clearly revealed in Yu Minghao's eyes made him realize that this young man probably didn't understand a few words since he entered the door.

Xie He had no choice but to look at Jiang Yiming, and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Jiang, what did he say just now?"

Jiang Yiming pursed his lips slightly, and glanced at Xie He: "He said, it would be great if he asked like that last time."

Xie He frowned.

Yu Minghao blinked suspiciously when he heard the words: "What do you mean?"

"What happened to the reporter who came back last time?" Jiang Yiming asked.

The old man kept his mouth shut, just shook his head and changed the topic: "Don't you want to ask about those two girls? This story is too long, please sit down and listen."

As he spoke, he pointed to the seats in the hall, one of which was pulled to a corner by Jiang Yiming and sat down, and the remaining three seemed to be specially arranged for Xie He and the others.

The three of Xie He sat down without any doubt.

Originally, the four chairs seemed to form a circle, placed face to face, and placed directly under the gossip mirror above the head, but now Jiang Yiming pulled it away unexpectedly, and there was a gap in the circle.

Jiang Yiming glanced at Xie He and the others, and said casually: "If it were me, I would sit in the corner and listen to him tell stories quietly."

"Ah?" Yu Minghao blinked, but didn't react.

Xie He looked at Jiang Yiming thoughtfully, pursed his lips, followed Jiang Yiming's example, picked up his chair and moved to the corner: "That's right."

Qin Haiqing looked at Xie He, then at Jiang Yiming, and finally looked up at the gossip mirror hanging above his head, and slowly moved the chair to another corner.

Seeing this, Yu Minghao stopped hesitating, locked the last corner immediately, and ran over dragging the chair.

"La zi zi zi zi—" The sound was louder than Jiang Yiming's before, dragging out a rising tone.

Old man: "..."

"Okay, you can tell the story now." Jiang Yiming smiled at the old man, leaned casually on the back of the chair, propped up his chin with his elbows on the armrest, as if he was seriously waiting to hear the story.

【What happened just now?Why did I hear a buzzing sound?So scary! 】

【I just now realize that the scariest thing about this variety show is that it has no pictures...】

[I just want to hear the story told by Mum Pie! 】

[Huh? 】

【NPC! 】

The old man took a deep breath and let it out slowly. He nodded slightly and said, "Let me think about where I should start...then let's start from the beginning."

"Those two girls came to Liangshuijing Town ten years ago.

They said they were going to study on the other side of the mountain, and they wanted to stay here for a night.The two girls were foreigners and women, and the town was superstitious, thinking that women from other places would bring the filth from outside into the village, so they disagreed.

But just as the two girls were about to leave, there was a heavy rainstorm in the mountains. The rain was heavier than yesterday's torrential rain. The only way out of the town was washed away, and the two girls could only stay here.

There was a man named Li Meng in the town, a farmer who lived on the edge of the village, closest to the mountains.He can tear open wood with his bare hands, and he can kill a full-grown black pig by himself. His temper is straight and violent, and no one dares to provoke him.

He kept a pen of pigs and an old scalper.I know that he used to have a daughter-in-law who died shortly after giving birth to a son, and he never married another woman.

He said that he could take the two girls there, so the two girls followed him and left.

That night, one of the girls ran out, knocked on my door, and begged me to save her. Before she finished speaking, Li Meng appeared behind her without a word, grabbed her hair, Pull her back.

I stopped him, and he turned his head to look over, his eyes were black and bright, like a beast, looking very excited and dangerous.

I was so intimidated by him that I didn't dare to say anything, I just watched him take the girl back.

I later heard that the girl was called Yingzi.

After that night, during the day, I called the neighbors and the mayor to find him and asked him to let the two girls go.

He refused, went into the house and took out the butcher knife used for slaughtering pigs, slashed it into the mud at the mayor's feet, stared at everyone and asked, whoever had an opinion, stood up in front of him, Talk one-on-one.

I didn't dare to stand up and stayed behind the crowd, and the mayor didn't dare to speak out. Everyone froze with him. Later, the people gradually dispersed, and this matter didn't come to fruition.

Until now, I still regret that I didn't stand up at the beginning. If I had stood up, maybe things wouldn't have happened afterwards. "

The old man took a puff of a big cigarette and let it out slowly.

Xie He and the others were barely able to understand what the old man said, and all of them unconsciously became solemn.

"The report back then said that Li Meng imprisoned the two girls for three years, bullied and humiliated them, and finally caused the two girls to commit suicide." The old man looked at them. He was sitting on a chair, and his hand holding the pipe trembled slightly. , "But the truth is not just that."

"The reporters who came to investigate the truth back then tried to bring the truth out, but they failed."

said the old man.

After Xie He understood this sentence, he was stunned.

Yu Minghao, who was in another corner, suddenly ran over, patted his arm, and brought his mobile phone in front of him. There was a piece of news on it, about a news reporter walking into Liangshuijing Town, together with his camera team A missing piece of news.

Xie He's eyes widened in shock, he looked at Yu Minghao, Yu Minghao lowered his face, bit his lower lip and shook his head at him.

He ran to Qin Haiqing's place again, and also pointed out the news to Qin Haiqing.

Finally, he ran to Jiang Yiming's side and stuffed the phone into Jiang Yiming's hand.

Jiang Yiming didn't like others to force things into him. He frowned and pushed the phone back with his backhand. At the same time, he gave Yu Minghao a warning look: "You and I are not familiar enough to allow you..."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Minghao couldn't wait to interrupt him, emphatically saying in a breathy voice: "Look at the news above!"

Jiang Yiming glanced at him and looked over to save face.

Not much different from what he guessed before, not surprising.

He said "Oh" lightly, waved his hand, and signaled Yu Minghao to go away.

"What happened to that reporter is true!" Yu Minghao screamed softly.

"The story of those two girls is still true." Jiang Yiming looked at Yu Minghao in wonder, why didn't he scream?

Yu Minghao choked.

But he just felt that the reporter's disappearance made him feel chills in his bones.

The old man's story is still going on, and it didn't stop because of Yu Minghao's running around:

"Let me think about which thing to go on... The reporter, the reporter and others are dead, and their bodies are still buried on the edge of Whitewater Lake."

"It was I who killed him, because I told him all the truth about that incident back then, just like I am doing now."

As he said, his eyes stopped on the four people one by one, and finally stopped on Ming Hao, and he said: "Just like now, I am going to tell you everything."

"I hope you can survive and bring the truth out of this town." The old man whispered.

He had a strong local accent and a low, weird tone. Yu Minghao's scalp was numb from the old man's sight, so he couldn't help but took a step back and leaned against the trunk of the big tree behind him.

The poplar tree was hit by Yu Minghao, and the leaves on the tree made sparse sounds, as if someone was clapping their hands on the tree.

Yu Minghao jumped away in a jerk.

The poplar tree seems to be only ten years old, but it is already considered lush.

Jiang Yiming paid a little attention to the two poplar trees, half-closed his eyes, and looked at the old man thoughtfully, with a little extra meaning in his eyes.

[Xiangxi dialect tenth-level contestants are here!But I have to say that the native language of NPC is still a bit difficult to understand, I will translate it, the red word at the bottom is me! 】

[Fuck, what this NPC said is too scary!Obviously... it seems that it means to let people live, but I can't help but hear the flag that is deadly]

【I have goosebumps! 】

[I ordered the program team to add chicken leg lunch to this old man NPC! 】

【I want to know what expressions the four guests have now...】

[One dime bet ymh shivering, Jiang Yiming mockingly face, Xie He's deep face, Qin Haiqing smiles and has a wide body and fat face]

[Hahahaha the feeling of the upstairs picture is like this]

Yu Minghao asked tremblingly, "Why did that reporter die? Who did it?"

"Too many people..." The old man replied leisurely.

Yu Minghao shuddered, too many people?What does it mean?Or mass murder?

He rubbed his arms hard twice. What kind of village is this?Everyone is evil?

The old man continued to speak slowly, as if he didn't realize that he had dropped a blockbuster news just now.

He took another puff of the big cigarette, and the white smoke he exhaled rolled into a circle and floated up tremblingly.

"Those two girls, one is Yingzi and the other is Baizhi. Yingzi always wanted to escape, but when she was brought back, she was beaten severely. I have almost never met the girl named Baizhi. She seems to be very peaceful.

But every time Yingzi was beaten, Li Meng would beat Bai Zhi together as a warning... I think he just wanted to beat someone.Every night I could hear them screaming and calling for help. "

"Until now, those voices have appeared every night, making it impossible for me to sleep peacefully."

"Then one day, the two girls escaped.

This is the furthest time Yingzi has escaped, and the girl named Bai Zhi is with her.

But it was useless, they ran to the entrance of the town, and the villagers stood there, stopping them.

The mayor was afraid that the two girls would bring the matter to other counties, so he led the villagers to drive the girls back.

He threw them back into hell again. "

The old man's voice trembled a little, and his hands trembled violently. He suddenly picked up the big cigarette and took another puff. The movement was so large that the wide linen sleeve was pulled away, and was quickly covered by the old man.

But Jiang Yiming didn't miss the half of his exposed arm. The white scar was twisted around the arm, and there was obviously a piece of flesh missing there.

The old man exhaled the smoke ring and took two more puffs, barely suppressing the trill in his voice.

He went on:

"I still remember the look in the eyes of those two girls.

Yingzi was completely desperate. She went crazy and bit off a piece of meat from the mayor's arm;

Bai Zhi is like a marionette, being taken back in a daze.

She looked over, as if she kept everyone present firmly in her heart, those eyes... were as bottomless as a white water lake, numb and calm. "