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

Pretending to be a ghost for a day · "You are still alive"

The audio that came out was made by Bao Qiwen. Instead of being caught by others, it is better to drag the rhythm back into your own hands.

As the audio leaked out, Bao Qiwen sent his team to post in several forums, with the direction of the wind.

Several popular posts in the forum were still quickly stacking tall buildings, and the popularity remained high for a while.

[Has anyone seen the video and audio of the factory case?Can anyone tell me if it's PS? 】

[It's true, there is no trace of disconnection and reconnection!The audio can be enhanced and repaired to this extent, I, Resby]

【Is Jiang Yiming from a family of metaphysics?No, metaphysics really exists? 】

[Existence must exist, otherwise where would you put Qimen Dunjia and "Book of Changes"?But now most of them are bluffing and deceiving magic sticks, how can anyone imagine that there are still people who really understand...]

[I carefully dug up Jiang Yiming's affairs since his debut. This person really... has shown his mentor's face and green hat since his debut? 】

[What the hell is upstairs hahahaha? 】

【Haven't you seen that video? The homepage of station b has been floating for a long time!I laughed to death, at that time I thought it was Jiang Yiming's mouth cannon max, but now that I think about it, is it true? 】

[Then here comes the question, what did Jiang Yiming buy that big piece of glass for? 】

[No, can he buy back the things at the scene of the crime?Can't! ? 】

【...Upstairs reminded me】

Jiang Yiming really couldn't buy back the things at the scene of the crime. The piece of glass was taken back to the police station as an important evidence.

Jiang Yiming was regarded as an important witness. A day later, he was still called to the police station. He happened to have something to do, so he didn't tell his family and called the driver to take him there.

The director of the General Administration was a former subordinate of Mr. Xia. It wasn't until Jiang Yiming was sitting in the office lobby of the police station taking notes, and he just came out of the office to pour coffee, and glanced at each other in surprise, that the director realized that this new turn The case that came has actually involved Mr. Xia's precious life.

He shook his hand and nearly spilled the coffee.

If old man Xia knew about his subordinates and invited his grandson to the police station for coffee, he would be scolded bloody.

The bureau chief, who had been suppressed by Mr. Xia's iron blood and high-handed methods for a long time, wiped off his sweat, and immediately called for someone to invite Young Master Jiang to his office.

"Uncle Wang." Jiang Yiming yelled. Last year he received the New Year's money from the director. He looked at the other party with a smile, "Long time no see, Uncle Wang looks good."

"Thank you, Young Master Jiang." Wang Hongkuan re-boiled a pot of coffee for Young Master Jiang, and then said, "Young Master Jiang, just give me a call and explain the situation. There's no need to go there yourself!"

"Anyway, I'm idle, besides, I do have something to come to you." Jiang Yiming said, "The piece of glass with the snake painted on it is an important evidence in your case, and I don't intend to take it away. , but I'll have to look again."

"Oh, okay, I'll take Young Master Jiang to see it right now." Wang Hongkuan thought it was something, and immediately agreed when he heard the words.

When the two came to the evidence room, they saw that big piece of glass was laid out so naked, the snake pattern was facing the gate, and the two young police officers standing at the gate looked a little groggy, as if they had been boiled. It's like I haven't slept for several nights.

Wang Hongkuan frowned and coughed heavily, and the two of them stood up straight in a jerk.

"What's the matter? You guys are all guarded here, and you're all dozing off on me?" The director yelled, looking like a director.

The two young police officers bowed their heads in shame.

They don't know what's going on, but just standing here, they feel dizzy and sinking for a long time. Looking at the patterns on the glass, they feel that the snakes and birds and birds painted on it are more important. Fly.

"Don't blame them, get a piece of butter cloth later, cover the glass tightly, don't leak a little gap, and there will be no problems." Jiang Yiming glanced at the two people and said.

The two young police officers looked over suspiciously, and asked in a daze, "...butter cloth? Why do you want to cover it?"

"Where are there so many questions?" Jiang Yiming asked impatiently, raising his eyebrows.

The two little police officers choked, and subconsciously dared not speak again. They both looked at their chief, and Wang Hongkuan immediately said, "Both of you, go get a piece of butter cloth!"

"Yes! Director!" The two little police officers immediately stood up straight and trotted out.

"Where did you get such a big piece of butter cloth?" one of them whispered.

"Silly, one piece is not enough for two pieces, the key is where did you get the butter cloth... what is that?"

"...how do I know!"

"..."

Wang Hongkuan had heard about Young Master Jiang's deeds, but he was not so clear about it. It's just that the things he heard were all from the upper circles. Although it was mysterious, he firmly believed it.

No matter how outlandish young master Jiang made his request, he would still obey it.

"What else is there to do?" Director Wang asked.

"After I leave, don't move this piece of glass if you have nothing to do, and don't remove the butter cloth on it." Jiang Yiming thought for a while and said.

He was standing in front of this glass right now, and the snake spray paint painted on it was lifelike, even if he looked at it, he felt a little uneasy.

Not to mention Wang Hongkuan next to him.

Wang Hongkuan's breathing became rough. Looking at the flying snake pattern on it, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was moving.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and was about to take a closer look, when the flying snake on the top suddenly jumped out of the glass plane painting, with its sharp teeth and wide mouth, spitting out snake letters, and sprinted towards his face.

Wang Hongkuan screamed, clutching his throat and took a few steps back.

Jiang Yiming was startled by Wang Hongkuan's voice. He quickly turned his head and looked over. He pulled Wang Hongkuan's hand away, and saw that there was nothing wrong with his throat, but the other party screamed as if his throat had been pierced.

He knew that Wang Hongkuan was trapped by the Teng Snake Nightmare, so he immediately picked out an ancient coin and slapped it on Wang Hongkuan's forehead.

Wang Hongkuan felt a sudden coolness all over his body, as if he was soaked in the water of an ancient well.

He woke up in a jerk, and looked around again. There was no snake jumping towards him, and it was clearly still sitting on the glass.

His face turned blue and then white, knowing that it was his hallucination just now.

But he followed Mr. Xia to fight in the Vietnam jungle. Even though so many people died at that time, he didn't have hallucinations due to overstimulation. What happened just now?

"Don't look at the pattern on it." Jiang Yiming said, the voice came from in front of him, he looked subconsciously, and saw Jiang Yiming standing in front of that piece of glass, thinking about something.

Wang Hongkuan reacted immediately, and he quickly pulled Young Master Jiang back: "Young Master Jiang, the lines on this are weird!"

"I know." Jiang Yiming doesn't like other people's physical contact. If he didn't know that Wang Hongkuan was out of haste and kindness, he would have thrown him away.

He frowned, motioned the other party to let go of his arm, and said, "The flying snake is hallucinating, don't stare at it all the time, you won't know if you've been tricked."

The person who drew this picture of the flying snake has some skills. It is not that the pattern of the flying snake can cause hallucinations, but this painting does have some spiritual power. Wang Hongkuan was not prepared before, and stared at it for a while, and he will be tricked It is also reasonable.

"..." Wang Hongkuan replied dully, carefully looking at the ground, not daring to look at the glass again.

Young Master Jiang is indeed mysterious.

"Then are you alright?" After a while, he couldn't help looking up and asking, not knowing what Young Master Jiang was looking at.

"This is nothing." Jiang Yiming smiled.

He came here mainly to see if there was anything else on the glass besides the flying snake.

Later generations often think that Teng Snake represents unknown and death, but it is not.

Those who approach the Soaring Snake tend to be in a trance, see ghosts and gods easily, and are prone to false alarms and hallucinations. It's just that these many reactions can easily lead to the consequences of death, but it doesn't mean that the Soaring Snake itself is a symbol of death.

From his point of view, the person who painted this painting purposely painted the Teng Snake on the side facing the ceiling, and hung up the glass, in order not to affect the people who enter and leave the factory, that is to say, there is no intention of harming others. .

Then why did the other party do these thankless and thankless things?What does this have to do with Huang Xiaobo's prediction that his throat would be pierced?

To put it bluntly, Jiang Yiming didn't come here to investigate the follow-up of this case.After returning home, he lay on the bed thinking, Huang Xiaobo's painting would not fit so well with the factory for no reason, there must be some connection between the two.

Looking at the glass, he couldn't see it horizontally or vertically. He always felt that there was something missing in the whole painting, but he couldn't tell what it was missing.

He abruptly removed the glass from the evidence wall, and said to Wang Hongkuan, "Where do you have mirrors here? The comprehensive ones."

"...Then I probably have to go to the interrogation room." Wang Hongkuan said.

There is a kind of one-way mirror in the interrogation room. The side facing the inside is a mirror, and the side facing the outside is a glass window, so that people outside the interrogation room can see the situation inside.

He stared wide-eyed in surprise, seeing Young Master Jiang dragging the glass that was two or three meters big, fearing that he would be crushed, he quickly called a few police officers to help.

"Then go there." Jiang Yiming said, "By the way, take off your coat and lend it to me."

"Ah?" Wang Hongkuan took off his coat without knowing it, and saw Jiang Yiming put the coat on the glass, covering the pattern.

The two borrowed one of the vacant interrogation rooms. Jiang Yiming put the glass and the mirror wall against each other, and tore off the coat covering it.

He looked in the mirror, a clear interest flashed in his eyes.

The mirror mirrors everything painted on the glass in reverse.

Jiang Yiming thought this Teng Snake was a bit weird at first, but he vaguely felt it. Looking at the picture in the mirror now, the patterns on Teng Snake's body showed a completely different appearance in the reflection of the mirror.

The person who drew this picture cleverly spent half of the map of the five elements of the heavenly stems and earthly branches on Teng Snake.

Jiang Yiming half-closed his eyes. There are still some things missing in this half of the azimuth map, but it does not hinder his familiarity with this map, and he can fill in the gaps.

He calculated in his mind what was missing on the map, and based on this, he calculated a rough geographical location.

Jiang Yiming lowered his head and checked the map on his mobile phone, and glanced at the general location over there. It turned out to be the staff apartment of Xue Ke's TV station.

He felt a little preoccupied, and turned to Wang Hongkuan: "Uncle Wang, you can move this thing back, just remember what I said."

"Ah? Oh, remember, okay." Wang Hongkuan came to his senses.

——It’s covered with a butter cloth, don’t move it, okay, he even plans to give this evil glass a small black room alone, and no one can usually enter it.

Jiang Yiming came out of the police station. Wearing a peaked cap and sunglasses, he hailed a taxi in a low-key manner: "Master, go to the TV station."

Huang Xiaobo should live there.

He came to the door according to the address and knocked on the door of the staff dormitory.

After a while, a person came out, wearing a gray vest, baggy boxers, and an unshaven beard, stepping on a pair of flip-flops.

Jiang Yiming didn't know this person, but the other party knew him.

"Jiang Yiming?" The head of the props team blinked, a little surprised.

"You live alone?" Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows, "Is it convenient for me to come in?"

"Come in." The team leader let the door open, "I live with my nephew, you have met, Huang Xiaobo."

He called Huang Xiaobo out to meet people.

When Huang Xiaobo saw Jiang Yiming, he smiled naively: "You're still alive."