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

Playing God and Playing Ghosts No.40 Nine Heavens·【Two in One】Zhong Sheng: Hmph! (Rapunzel is angry, the kind that can’t be coaxed) (No)

Jiang Yiming was sitting in the room, and Bao Qiwen was standing directly opposite him.

When Bao Qiwen looked at the scene in front of him, he always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity, and he turned his head in wonder.

Is it the layout of the food and broadcast that he has watched?

"Where's the paper? Hurry up and let the host check the session again!" The field controller shouted all over the scene, and a small handyman hurried over with a stack of paper.

The top promotional photo of the Golden Arch with yellow characters on a red background is particularly eye-catching.

Bao Qiwen looked at the red promotional paper, and suddenly paused, as if thinking of something, he suddenly looked at Jiang Yiming.

Isn't this scene exactly the same as the red threatening letter that Young Master Jiang received a few days ago? !

Jiang Yiming noticed the change in Bao Qiwen's expression, and knew that the other party had also reacted. He shook his head slightly at Bao Qiwen, signaling the other party to be safe and calm.

Bao Qiwen knew, even he had already realized it, Young Master Jiang must have known it long ago.

He looked over, and as expected, he saw that the other party knew everything by heart, and even shook his head towards him, making a comforting gesture, telling him not to be agitated.

That calm look, as if the person sitting on the deadly chair was not himself.

Bao Qiwen took two deep breaths, grabbed a passing staff member, and asked, "When will the live broadcast start?"

The man looked at his watch and replied, "There are still 10 minutes."

Bao Qiwen let go of the man, and walked quickly into the live broadcast room. He looked at the host sitting next to Young Master Jiang, and showed a professional plastic smile: "Excuse me, can you give us 5 minutes?"

The host smiled and walked away knowingly, leaving an independent space for Bao Qiwen.

"This is where the threatening letter was drawn?!" After the host left, Bao Qiwen couldn't help lowering his voice, turned to Jiang Yiming and asked for confirmation.

"It looks like it." Jiang Yiming said.

"Then why don't you leave?!" Bao Qiwen felt a cold in his throat for Young Master Jiang, "Hurry up, let's go. I will notify the other side to change the live broadcast room and let us arrange it ourselves. After that, no one is allowed in this room Come in, we must thoroughly investigate!"

Jiang Yiming shook his head: "I haven't finished yet. This place is indeed similar to the painting on the threatening letter, but it's not that room. Look on the table, there is no such a mobile phone on the painting."

"Maybe it's a missing drawing? How can you put your life on such a detail?!" Bao Qiwen stood up hesitantly, and walked around impatiently, "Anyway, the content of that threatening letter is consistent with reality. If they are connected, someone must be planning to do something terrible, and I must notify the Jiang family."

"And you, hurry up and move your upturned buttocks, and get up from the chair immediately." Bao Qiwen pressed his temple, took out his mobile phone, and said in a rough voice.

Jiang Yiming pressed Bao Qiwen and looked at him: "Listen to me, the person who drew this 'threat letter' paid great attention to details. In the two paintings he received before, his details were meticulous in every aspect. Forget about a cell phone so obvious on the table."

Bao Qiwen obviously couldn't listen to Jiang Yiming's explanation. He waved back and said, "If you want to use this explanation to convince me, then don't bother. Listen to what you say, is it mysterious? I can't let Jiang The young master of the family is sitting on such a chair that looks like a ticking time bomb."

Jiang Yiming smiled: "It's not like you haven't heard of more mysterious words when we first met, don't you still believe it?"

Bao Qiwen choked, as if his confidence had suddenly leaked out, he shook his head, "It's different, I believed you in that matter, and you made me believe in the person who drew the threatening letter in this matter? You Think how absurd it is!"

"I met the person who painted this painting." Jiang Yiming said abruptly.

Bao Qiwen suddenly opened his eyes wide and gasped: "What?! When did it happen?! Why didn't you tell me!"

"It's about this morning." Jiang Yiming looked up at Bao Qiwen, with those caramel-colored eyes open, showing his innocence. He signaled Bao Qiwen not to be so nervous, "It's the person brought by Xue Ke. When we met, there were people all around, so it was safe.”

"Xue Ke? Someone he knows?" Bao Qiwen frowned.

"In short, we met once, and the other party was not hostile to me. As I said before, this is not a threat, but a reminder at best." Jiang Yiming said.

Although the man was pretty sure he was going to die within two weeks.

Jiang Yiming smiled: "Take that man as a superhero with supernatural powers. Besides, even if you don't believe him, don't you believe me? How can I not know what will happen to me?"

Bao Qiwen paused, then slowly shook his head: "It's a matter of life, don't be careless."

"..."

"No matter what, let me at least send someone to thoroughly check everything here before we allow another program to be recorded." Bao Qiwen backed down slightly.

"There are only 5 minutes left before the live broadcast begins." Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows to remind.

"Postponed." Bao Qiwen said without thinking, and went out to find the person in charge.

"... Playing a big game." Jiang Yiming clicked his tongue, bent his eyes with a smile, and propped his chin with one hand. It's not impossible to play a big game, and he was very happy to cooperate with the performance.

It's a pity that Young Master Jiang was not given a chance to perform. After 2 minutes, Bao Qiwen came in, notified the advertiser of the delay, and signaled Jiang Yiming to come out: "I have someone come over to check the room, you come out."

"Where did you find him?" Jiang Yiming was curious.

"Borrowed." Bao Qiwen glanced at him.

"Who did you borrow it from?" Young Master Jiang thought for a while, and suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Bao Qiwen smiled at Young Master Jiang: "As soon as Mr. Zhong heard about it, he immediately sent someone to come. It will take less than 10 minutes to arrive, and the efficiency is excellent."

"..." Young Master Jiang gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to speak, his cell phone rang, vibrating and vibrating in his trousers pocket. Young Master Jiang reluctantly took out his cell phone and looked at it.

The word "Rapunzel" on the caller ID and the photo of a beautiful man in the background chilled the young master's heart.

"Hello?" Jiang Yiming dragged his voice, "Zhong Sheng?"

There was only the sound of the man's breathing coming from the other end of the phone, which made Jiang Yiming's ears burn.

Both sides were silent for a few seconds, and no one spoke first.

Jiang Yiming felt that this was more like a silent accusation, and it was even more terrible. He pursed his lips and spoke first: "Hello? Are you still there?"

"...Yes." On the other end of the phone, Zhong Sheng replied after a while.

Jiang Yiming's heart sank when he heard Zhong Sheng's voice, he was still willing to talk to him anyway.

Young Master Jiang thought about it, if he was annoyed, he would definitely not bother to say a word.

So the young master brazenly walked to the corner with his mobile phone in his arms, and slowly said in a coquettish soft voice, "That, you know?"

"When are you going to tell me?" Zhong Sheng's voice came over, probably through the data processing of the mobile phone, the voice sounded so impersonal and cold.

Jiang Yiming choked and didn't say anything.

"After it's over?" Zhong Sheng asked again.

"It's not..." Jiang Yiming touched the tip of his nose, kicked small stones in the corner, mumbling and didn't know how to answer.

"When did you get the first letter?"

"On that day, when we came back from the mall." Jiang Yiming explained honestly, as if he had heard the calm before the storm.

"..." Zhong Sheng squeezed the phone, his fingers tightened suddenly, "You were in my car that day, and you pretended to be nothing."

"..." Jiang Yiming choked and couldn't speak.

Zhong Sheng listened to the silence on the other end, took a deep breath, and laughed, "You're really good."

"Actually, I didn't realize what it was at that time." Jiang Yiming's throat tightened when he heard Zhong Sheng's words, and he cleared his throat to explain, "The third piece of paper was just received a day or two ago. , I also just found out this morning that I was the one who drew this painting, and I thought it was a reminder that other people would encounter accidents."

This is telling the truth. The first two pieces of paper were all about Jiang Yiming trying to avoid accidents. He took it for granted that the content on the third piece of paper was a warning—someone would have an accident with a knife pierced through his throat, but he Unexpectedly, the person Huang Xiaobo painted was himself.

Jiang Yiming told the truth, but this time Zhong Sheng didn't respond at all. He held his phone in silence for a long time.

Jiang Yiming vaguely felt that his mobile phone was getting hot, but he didn't know whether Zhong Sheng believed his words or not.

He heard a faint announcement from the electronic broadcast on the other end of the phone, and he casually thought about where Zhong Sheng was at the moment, the subway station?bus?

"The person I sent should have arrived by now." When Zhong Sheng spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse.

When Jiang Yiming heard the words and looked over, he saw several people dressed as security personnel coming in and out of the room, holding some professional search tools in their hands.

So he nodded and said, "Well, I saw them."

"Okay. So be it."

Jiang Yiming's eyelids twitched: "What?"

"That's it. I hang up."

"...you don't believe me?" Jiang Yiming asked with a frown.

"I believe, I believe everything you say, even if you say you're fine. But you can't do this, you can't always squander it like this, one day I'm afraid I won't be able to believe you."

"..." Jiang Yiming pursed his lips, and after a few seconds of silence, he said, "Believe it or not."

He heard a busy tone coming from the other end of the phone. Jiang Yiming held the phone for a long while, then silently put it back in his pocket.

He thought about it, the things he came into contact with were not suitable for ordinary people to get involved too much, Zhong Sheng and him were people from two worlds.

Now it's good to draw a clear relationship and push the distance.

The originally scheduled live broadcast time was postponed by an hour, and everyone on the field looked unhappy, and no one looked good after working overtime for no reason.

Not to mention the fans who were already waiting online.

"Have you checked it? Is there any problem with the old venue? The new venue has also been rearranged for you, okay?" the person in charge asked.

Bao Qiwen looked at the zero hidden danger conclusion drawn by the security officer, and nodded: "It can be recorded. Sorry for the delay, after all, you don't want to make any mistakes, do you?"

He smiled, shook hands with the person in charge, and slipped in a few red paper notes as he drew his hand, which made the person's expression ease a lot.

The live broadcast started an hour after the original schedule, and Bao Qiwen saw that Young Master Jiang's face smelled as if he had been robbed of his beloved donut, he was very confused, and because he couldn't rush up because of the live broadcast, he had to stand opposite the young master , desperately implying the other party to pay attention to the camera.

【Ming Ming looks unhappy】

【Yes, anyone who is delayed for an hour for no reason will be angry】

【Eat some sweet chocolate pie, you will feel better! 】

Bao Qiwen glanced at the situation of the live broadcast, and knew that Waterloo would be broadcast live this time, but think about it, as long as Young Master Jiang is fine, the advertisers are not a problem.

After the host asked the last question, the two-hour live broadcast finally came to an end.

Jiang Yiming sat on the chair too lazy to get up, half-closed his eyes and felt very tired.

He quickly opened his eyes again, and found that as soon as he closed his eyes, Zhong Sheng's appearance appeared in his mind, as if he was so disappointed that he couldn't breathe.

He sat up awkwardly, startling the handyman who was tidying up the room.

"Eh? Why are you here?" Jiang Yiming heard Bao Qiwen's surprised cry from outside the door, and subconsciously looked up.

Zhong Sheng walked towards him.

Jiang Yiming was stunned for a moment, and then stood up abruptly after sitting on the chair for a few seconds, and hurried over, feeling a little anxious that he didn't even notice.

"Just got off the plane, come and take a look." Zhong Sheng explained to Bao Qiwen.

A petite woman next to him rolled her eyes: "Listen to him farting. It was originally an evening flight, but it was transferred to the nearest flight in a hurry. I think the girl who checked in was almost crying, like eating out the powder keg."

Zhong Sheng: "..."

"This is?" Bao Qiwen laughed and asked curiously.

Jiang Yiming slowed down a little.

The woman smiled generously at Bao Qiwen: "My name is Bo Qinyan, Zhong Sheng's god-sister, and my current business partner."

"Oh, oh!" Bao Qiwen raised his brows clearly, no wonder he said that the other party is so familiar, the mysterious woman who just appeared on the cover of a gossip magazine.

He turned to Jiang Yiming, and saw Jiang Yiming standing not far from them, he waved: "Jiang Shao, look who is coming!"

When Jiang Yiming heard Zhong Sheng's greeting, the corners of his mouth twitched, feeling like he was being treated as a child waiting for a surprise. He walked over slowly. The previous surprise and surprise turned into nervousness and surprise when he approached. at a loss.

He remembered the last words he said before hanging up the phone, and stood in front of Zhong Sheng with his lips pursed, without saying a word.

"Hey, the real person looks cuter than the photo, and the face is tender." The woman next to her said suddenly, and she smiled, "The eyelashes are longer and curved than mine, it's really annoying."

Jiang Yiming looked over.

"No wonder Zhong Sheng is so rare, he insisted on changing the flight and coming back quickly." Bo Qinyan said.

Jiang Yiming looked at Zhong Sheng upon hearing this.

Zhong Sheng was also looking at him, and he asked, "What do you want to say?"

"...Don't dare to do it next time." Young Master Jiang said in a muffled voice. Earlier, he had thought in his heart that "we should draw a clear line with irrelevant people", but he shattered in less than half a second in front of Zhong Sheng. Same as slag.

Young Master Jiang thought capriciously, anyway, he always had one thought here and there, so there was no need to follow it through so earnestly.

Zhong Sheng looked at Young Master Jiang's beautiful and innocent big caramel eyes, and sighed, "We all know there must be another time, so don't do this."

Jiang Yiming heard the compromise and retreat in Zhong Sheng's words, his eyes lit up, as if he had understood the prohibition, the corners of his mouth curled up: "Then don't you get angry?"

Zhong Sheng snorted.

The girl next to him laughed happily: "Zhong Sheng? How old are you? Still 'hmph'?"

Zhong Sheng: "..."

Jiang Yiming tilted his head and chuckled.

"But speaking of it, this place is really strange, it looks quite depressing." Bo Qinyan looked around and said, "A factory has been divided into so many small rooms, and they are all decorated with red walls and single rooms. They all look similar, what are they used for?"

Hearing this, Bao Qiwen followed the trend and looked over. When he came here before, he didn't look at it too much. Now that he heard what Bo Qinyan said, he found that it was really the case. There were at least a dozen small rooms, all of which seemed to be carved out of the same mold. .

"This is a filming location that is rented out. You can usually see three or four advertisers here. Today we booked the location, otherwise the scene would be even more chaotic." The person in charge was nearby, and came to explain after hearing the words.

"These wallpapers are pasted up temporarily, and they can be peeled off as soon as you peel them off, which is very convenient." He paused, and then looked around suspiciously, "But today is really strange, why are there all red wallpapers? You don’t have to cooperate with us that much, hahaha.”

Jiang Yiming frowned. He looked around, and there was a thick piece of glass hanging directly above his head. Everyone on the shooting scene was busy finishing work and making a fuss.

He pointed to the top and asked, "What is this piece of glass for?"

"It was hung in the morning, and no one knows. But I asked the guards, it is fixed firmly, and it will not fall down." The person in charge said.

"Really..." Jiang Yiming pursed his lips thoughtfully, and said to the person in charge, "Put it down and let me have a look."

"what?"

Jiang Yiming glanced at him, "Didn't you understand?"

"..." The person in charge was puzzled and muttered and ran out to find the guards, unable to figure out what the little star who came to record the live broadcast was going to do.

The glass was placed at a height of more than one meter in the air, and because there was no support underneath, it could not be lowered.

The glass is one-way glass, pasted on the non-reflective and opaque mahogany on the other side. It wasn't until I put it down to take a look that the side of the thick glass mahogany had been painted in a mess with paint.

The guard slapped his thigh angrily, and cursed: "Who is so wicked!"

Jiang Yiming climbed onto the huge piece of glass two or three times, when Bao Qiwen took a breath and told him to be careful.

He stood on top and looked down from above, taking in all the spray paint on the back of the glass.

That is Teng Snake.

"What is the painting?" Bao Qiwen asked. He stood at the bottom and couldn't see clearly. "I seem to see some small wings? Is the painting a bird?"

"Teng Snake." Jiang Yiming replied.

"What snake?" Bao Qiwen blinked in wonder.

Jiang Yiming didn't answer any more, Teng Snake is a strange eight god, like a snake but not a snake, like a bird but not a bird.

Those who are near the snake are prone to trance, easy to see ghosts and gods, and prone to false alarms and hallucinations.

The five elements of Teng Snake are mainly fire, located in the south, and mainly red.

He jumped down from the glass, patted his clothes, and said to Bao Qiwen, "Does this piece of glass have an owner? Contact me, I bought it, and someone wrapped it in a butter cloth so that there is no leakage, and then sent it to my apartment." go."

"what?"

After Jiang Yiming finished speaking, he didn't explain any more extra words. He went straight to a small separated room, and turned back to the direction of the hanging glass——

Zhengnan is here.

He walked into the room, looked around, stretched out his hand to pick up the slightly warped wallpaper, and suddenly tore off a large piece with force.

The manager who came after him: "..." Little ancestor, what are you doing here?

Jiang Yiming kept moving his hands. Seeing Bao Qiwen standing in a daze at the door, he raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing in a daze? Come and help me."

"Eh?"

For no reason, Bao Qiwen was ordered by Young Master Jiang to remove the wallpaper.

The two scavenged most of the room, and Bao Qiwen asked puzzledly, "What the hell are you doing?"

"Looking for something."

"What are you looking for?" Bao Qiwen asked again.

As soon as he finished speaking, his subordinates tore off a large piece of wallpaper. Before he could react, he heard Bao Qinyan gasp at the door and let out a small exclamation.

Jiang Yiming frowned, and immediately turned around and walked over: "That's the voice."

He walked to Bao Qiwen's side, looked at the maroon dried blood and a dozen messy scratches in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I found it."