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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.40 Seven Days【The first update completes [-] words】

Bao Qiwen belatedly remembered that when Young Master Jiang came out of the bathroom when he was filming the Golden Arch earlier, he seemed to be holding a piece of red origami in his hand.

He looked at Jiang Yiming suddenly, his eyes widened: "You have received a threatening letter a long time ago, haven't you?"

"It's not a threatening letter..." Jiang Yiming sighed.

"When did it start?" Bao Qiwen asked.

"When I was stuck in the shopping mall." Jiang Yiming sat in the car, leaning his elbows on the window, and replied casually looking out the window.

"So early?! You didn't say a word!" Bao Qiwen yelled, and the driver in the front row, Xiao Kai, couldn't help but look in the rearview mirror, just in time to see Young Master Jiang roll his eyes.

The little driver snickered.

"Is this funny?!" Bao Qiwen immediately focused his fire on the little driver like a firecracker on fire.

The little driver immediately pursed his lips and shook his head, straightened his expression and drove seriously.

Jiang Yiming smoothed things over and said, "Because this is not a threat..."

"You try to mention one more sentence?" Bao Qiwen glared at him.

Jiang Yiming choked back.

Young Master Jiang has lived two lifetimes, and he has rarely encountered someone who dared to threaten him so blatantly. Seeing that his manager was really worried about him, Young Master hummed quietly and did not express his opinion. up.

Seeing this, Bao Qiwen painstakingly cited several precedents of intimidation full of malice in the circle, trying to make the young master realize how serious this is——

"A few years ago, a traffic flow was on fire. I took a sip of water from a fan and took a sip. Guess what? The water was mixed with super glue and was sent directly to the hospital! Up to now, that artist only drinks water. Mineral water, never touch the bottle with the unscrewed cap.”

"There are also those who hide nails in shoes and clothes, and those who hide maggots in food... Only you can't think of it, there is no malice that those people can't do!"

"I don't want this kind of accident to happen to the artists I bring, and I don't want to be bombarded by the three masters." Bao Qiwen frowned and said, "Young master, please give me some refreshments."

Jiang Yiming was silent for a few seconds, so that Bao Qiwen was wondering whether the young master was frightened by the things he said. As soon as he had this idea, he heard Jiang Yiming say: "Understood, it will be troublesome from now on. You gave me a drug test."

Bao Qiwen:?

"Just kidding." Jiang Yiming laughed, and immediately straightened his face seriously. There was an unconsciously reassuring tenderness in those warm brown eyes, "Don't worry, I understand what you said."

He glanced out of the window, his voice was soft, as if it came from afar, "I've seen worse and scarier things than this - much more than you have seen." Jiang Yiming turned his head and looked at Bao Qiwen With a smile, "I know how to protect myself."

"...Usually in TV dramas, the protagonist who finishes saying this sentence has to encounter something." Bao Qiwen curled his lips, and then "bah bah" a few more times, muttering in a low voice, "Tongyan Wuji Tongyan Wuji. "

Jiang Yiming laughed and stretched himself in the car: "Are you the only one who talks like a child? Show some face."

"roll."

The car was quiet for a while, until Bao Qiwen spoke again, and he asked, "You said you've seen worse and scarier things than these? Didn't the Jiang family protect you well?"

Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes lazily, and there was a deep meaning Bao Qiwen couldn't understand brewing in those brown eyes, like a pool of ice, Bao Qiwen quickly looked away.

"I have a lot of secrets." Jiang Yiming smiled at Bao Qiwen, and shook his finger mysteriously, "There are many things you don't know."

Bao Qiwen stopped talking, he shook his head, as if he had nothing to do with Young Master Jiang.

After Jiang Yiming returned to his room, he took out all three pieces of red origami, spread them flat on the table, and carefully observed the details on them.

He found that although the person who drew these three stick figures had immature brushwork, each picture had very detailed details, as if the other party was present at the scene.

The position of the stage columns on the first piece of origami is an exact copy of Restart’s stage; the house on the second piece of origami, even the willow tree by the Baishui Lake are in the correct position.

There is only the third origami. There seems to be no redundant details on the paper. There is only a table and things piled on both sides. It is difficult to judge more useful details.

Jiang Yiming stroked the third piece of red origami paper, and lowered his eyes in thought.

Who is the person in this painting?Where is this again?What is the intention of the person who painted him?Does he know the details of his identity?

Jiang Yiming lay down on the bed, leaning on his arms and staring at the ceiling in a daze.

He thought of the man he met for the first time in the mall, and the more he recalled, the more familiar he felt, and he didn't know where he met him.

Jiang Yiming's cell phone vibrated twice on the bed. He picked it up and looked. It was a WeChat group created by the crew of "Escape from Birth" earlier, and a few group photos were just released. It was probably too late to edit the clips. Go out to eat Taken at midnight.

Jiang Yiming poked a photo. In a ktv box with more than 20 people, a group of people approached the camera with beer bottles.

Jiang Yiming's eyes suddenly paused and stopped on the photo.

An unremarkable man huddled in a corner, he turned sideways towards the camera, and didn't seem to intend to take part in taking pictures.

The man turned his face halfway, showing a smile that was different from ordinary people, he was silly and silly.

"It's him..." Jiang Yiming's eyes sharpened.

He zoomed in on the photo, and the outline of the man was still clear under the pixels of the original picture. It was the man Jiang Yiming had met twice before.

No wonder the other party is so familiar with Restart's stage and the environment in Baishui House. He is a staff member of Xue Ke's group. He walked through Restart and Liangshuijing Town with Xue Ke, so he naturally painted so meticulously.

Jiang Yiming clicked on the photo, and wanted to ask who the unremarkable man in the background board was, but found that Xue Ke had withdrawn the photo again.

He raised his eyebrows, clicked on Xue Ke's profile picture, and sent a friend request.

Over there, Xue Ke received a friend request from Young Master Jiang, shaking her hands in fright, and quickly accepted it.

[Director-Xue Ke]: Young Master Jiang?

[Low-key and low-key]: What happened to the photo that was just withdrawn?

[Director-Xue Ke]: Oh, that, I posted to the wrong group_(:зゝ∠)_

Jiang Yiming squinted his eyes, it turns out that you still have a private group, tsk.

[Director-Xue Ke]: What's wrong?

[Low-key and low-key]: Send me again.

Xue Ke paused, confused, but still sent the photo.

Xue Yang was curious about why his uncle suddenly stopped grabbing wheat, and leaned over to take a look, and suddenly called out: "You added Young Master Jiang to WeChat!?"

"Hmm." Xue Ke curled the corners of his lips in satisfaction.

"Why did Young Master Jiang ask you for a photo?" Xue Yang was curious, and after a few seconds he suddenly clapped his hands, "Young Master Jiang doesn't want us to have a party behind his back? You didn't take a picture of me, did you!?"

"Nonsense, young master Jiang is someone who cares about such things?" Xue Ke rolled his eyes.

The signal in the KTV box was not very good, so Xue Ke went outside to upload photos.

After a while, Young Master Jiang sent a picture with a line of words: Who is this person?

Xue Ke waited for the picture to come out in a circle, and after about half a minute, the picture finally loaded. He squinted his eyes and debated carefully, then thought about it seriously, and patted his head clearly.

[Director-Xue Ke]: It's just a handyman, a relative and child of the head of our props team.Young master Jiang knows?

[Low-key and low-key]: I want to get to know each other.

Xue Ke raised her eyebrows in surprise, Young Master Jiang wants to meet a handyman?

He paused, and sent another message:

[Director-Xue Ke]: Yes, yes, but that person has some minor intellectual problems. He doesn't usually talk to people, so it may be difficult for him to communicate.

Jiang Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the message sent from his mobile phone.

[Low-key and low-key]: It's okay.

[Director-Xue Ke]: Okay, then I'll talk to him and make an appointment.When are you free?

[Low-key and low-key]: It's all right.

[Director-Xue Ke]: Then tomorrow?I'll bring him to meet with you tomorrow, and let's chat about the next episode of the show, shall we?

[Low-key and low-key]: The show hasn't been canceled yet.

[Director-Xue Ke]: _(:зゝ∠)_It’s made it through, everyone is celebrating.

Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue, thought for a while and felt that there was nothing to say, so he sent an emoji, which was the first [smile] on the first page of WeChat.

Xue Ke felt that Young Master Jiang was really easy to talk to, and even smiled at him.

He happily put away his phone, and was turning around, only to find that the man named by Young Master Jiang was standing behind him.

The distance between the two was very close, almost touching his back, Xue Ke suddenly jumped back a step, he patted his chest and gasped: "I was scared to death, why didn't you make a sound!"

The man looked at Xue Ke with a foolish smile.

Xue Ke shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, are you free tomorrow? Young Master Jiang wants to get to know you."

The man still looked at him with a smirk.

"Then assume you're free by default." Xue Ke muttered, covering her heart, muttering thoughtfully, "You really scared me. Hey, let's go, go back and continue singing."

The man nodded, followed behind Xue Ke with a silly smile.

Out of the corner of Xue Ke's eyes, she glanced at a mirror in front of her. The smirking face of the man behind him was reflected in the mirror. For some reason, Xue Ke felt a little terrified.

He shook his head, laughing inwardly that he was getting more and more timid, and a child with a little lack of intelligence could scare him.

Xue Ke leaned to the side, motioning for the man to come up side by side, he hooked the man's shoulders, and said with a smile: "You really can't make a dull fart with three sticks, you don't want to know that Young Master Jiang is looking for you. What?"

The man tilted his head, slightly suppressed the smile on his face, and looked at Xue Ke.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Xue Ke curled her lips in a self-indulgent manner, and sighed, wondering if the meeting with Young Master Jiang tomorrow would go smoothly.

"I know." The man's voice was thick and gulped, with a little naive laughter, like a boy in his teens who was in the period of changing his voice.

His voice was mixed in the loud noise of KTV music, but Xue Ke didn't notice it. He opened the box and saw his little nephew singing "The world of mortals is rolling~"

He stared, and immediately rushed to grab the mic, shouting: "This is my classic song, how can you snatch it!"

There was a lot of activity in the box, and no one noticed that the man with some lack of intelligence retreated into the corner again.

He took out a stack of red origami paper from his pocket, and quickly folded it in his hands. Thousands of paper cranes and little rabbits surrounded him vividly.

There was a naive smile on his face that never faded, and he was out of place with the surroundings.