Jiang Ying really couldn't associate Yin Ronglan with pretending to be a ghost.
Chen Zhan walked towards the blind spot, made a phone call for more than ten seconds, and sat back down again.
"Report work?" Jiang Ying asked.
Chen Zhan said indifferently: "Call Yin Ronglan and ask him to find a software to watch the live broadcast."
Jiang Ying thought it was a show of affection at first, but she didn't see the slightest sweetness in the corners of her eyes and brows.
Chen Zhan swept away the spirits around him and sighed, "I will crack down on fakes later, so that some people can implement correct values."
Yin Ronglan is addicted to pretending to be a ghost. This is a disease that needs to be cured.
Jiang Ying was indifferent.
Chen Zhan suddenly said: "I heard that Lin Chiang wrote a letter when he proposed to marry him."
The calm expression changed instantly, Jiang Ying stood up without saying a word, and also made a phone call. After a while, he walked to Chen Zhan and explained softly, "Behave well."
She is an acting school, but at this moment, her eyes are full of sullenness that cannot be hidden, and you can see the shadow brought by that letter.
Chen Zhan rubbed the tip of his nose with a guilty conscience, tracing back to the source, the source of all evil still lies in Yin Ronglan.
The director clapped his hands, the host hurriedly walked to the front of the stage with a straight face, and the on-site staff began to confirm whether the microphone and other equipment were working properly.
Chen Zhan is only a special guest, and his position is relatively remote. Barely able to clearly see the expressions of the audience in the first few rows... adoration, infatuation. At this moment, he suddenly had a sense of social responsibility in his heart, and he was determined to turn the tide and expose the so-called psionic scam on the spot.
The host confirmed to Chen Zhan and Jiang Ying again whether there was no need for an interpreter.
Just in case, a translator was prepared for them at the director's request.
Everything was ready, the host said the opening remarks, and the audience burst into warm applause.
He took a plastic bag from the director and opened it, containing nearly a hundred paintings. At a cursory glance, the colors are different, and the painting techniques are some skilled and some immature.
"First of all, I would like to thank the audience for their cooperation and willing to come an hour earlier," the host smiled, and the rest of the words were to the spirits on the stage: "These paintings are from the live audience and record their most recent impressions. dream."
The rules are very simple. The host randomly selects a pair with his eyes closed. The spirit person interprets the deep meaning of the dream according to the content of the picture, and the painter judges who is right.
"Too general." A spiritual man said in a low voice.
"Dreams can reflect the past, and may also predict the future." Another person shook his head slightly, seemingly disapproving of this rule.
The host signaled to be calm, and further explained the rules: "If there are more than three people who judge that it is in the future, the program team will follow up later, and the painting will not be added to the judgment, and a new picture will be drawn."
Chen Zhan lowered his head to hide the teasing in his eyes.
It's a good calculation. Numerology is inherently mysterious and mysterious. If all spirits are liars, the ambiguous rules can save the face of the show team, and let's follow up later. If a really blind cat bumps into a dead mouse, It can also drive conversation.
There is basically no objection.
The host disrupted the painting and closed his eyes to take a picture.
The Chinese surnamed Wu suddenly said: "I am good at looking at faces, not divination."
To tell the truth, in the previous episodes of the show, she really defeated many players by face-to-face, and came to this day.
"Blind selection of works is just to ensure fairness." The host said: "Someone will claim this painting later, and you can meet each other."
Luckily, the first picture drawn out is fairly clear: several people eat around a table, but the rice they eat is black.
The host asked who made this painting, and a beautiful woman stood up immediately, looking at her in her early thirties, her skin was quite delicate.
The spirits on the stage analyze the deep meaning of the dream in turn from left to right.
Chen Zhan felt a little sleepy, and only listened carefully when the Chinese surnamed Wu spoke. The other party's voice was thin and arrogant and cold: "I feel panic and guilt."
Nothing else was said.
After they finished expressing their opinions one by one, the microphone was finally handed to Jiang Ying.
She is famous abroad, so the host introduced it again and mentioned the name of the new movie by the way, and finally asked her what she thought about the painting.
Jiang Ying's polite words indicated that she was not proficient in this aspect.
A male spirit glanced at her: "Some people are naturally sensitive, so it's okay to talk."
It is a disguise to go down the steps, and no one will criticize it if it is wrong.
Jiang Ying casually guessed a few words.
Finally it was Chen Zhan's turn, because he was the last one, and everyone's eyes were focused on here.
Yin Ronglan, who was forced to watch the live broadcast in Y City, was also watching the live broadcast, waiting calmly for him to expose the scam and slap his face ruthlessly.
I saw Chen Zhan's finger lightly tap in the center of the painting, raised his brows, closed his eyes and remained motionless in place.
It's just a special guest, no one expects him to do anything, and the delay in expressing his position makes the atmosphere too rigid. The host was just about to make a round, when Chen Zhan finally opened his mouth: "Sorry, I was just dreaming."
"… "
"The people in the painting are not eating rice, but incense ashes, and they are not relatives or friends of the owner of the dream, but victims."
The beautiful girl standing looked a little distorted, Chen Zhan walked towards her step by step, and the audience next to her watched this scene inexplicably.
"Excuse me, please." Chen Zhan grabbed the girl's wrist after making room for two seats.
The host shouted: "This is a live broadcast!"
Where is there anyone who is blatantly taking advantage in front of the camera!
"You're a man." Chen Zhan ignored the admonition from behind, and looked at the girl: "You're still a murderer."
As the voice fell, the field instantly fell into chaos. The purpose of Chen Zhan's approach was to prevent the other party's rage from hurting others. As the 'girl' struggled to break free, the silk scarf around her neck fell off, revealing her Adam's apple.
This time, the audience who didn't believe much at first stood up and took a few steps back in an instant.
In the hustle and bustle, security guards control the field.
Chen Zhan took the initiative to withdraw from the encirclement, and while the staff was calling the police, he walked to Jiang Ying and sat down again.
"Is it true?" Jiang Ying asked.
If it's just a man disguised as a woman, and being tossed around for no reason, Chen Zhan will inevitably end up with a lawsuit.
The answer was positive: "A wanted criminal."
Jiang Ying: "How do you know?"
Chen Zhan: "I have an impression of the bounty announcements from several neighboring countries."
"..." Jiang Ying suddenly remembered his deeds of catching a criminal who offered a reward last year. It seems that someone else was chased by the crowd all over the street after being stared at for two more seconds, and mistakenly thought that he was also a fugitive.
Besides, there were just a few spirits, except for the Chinese surnamed Wu, none of them came up with the idea.
Chen Zhan sorted out his clothes, stood up and prepared to reveal the secret, calling on the masses to respond to science.
Jiang Ying saw his plan and whispered: "Calm down, the show has announced the end of recording halfway through."
After the police arrived, the audience was asked to clear the venue for safety reasons, and Chen Zhan was also forced to take a car back to the hotel with Jiang Ying first. In such a short period of time, various manuscripts have appeared on the Internet, and the translations are almost the same - "The Last Dreamer at the End of the Century".
Many live viewers uploaded short videos, and the number of clicks increased rapidly.
Chen Zhan watched them one by one with no expression, and asked earnestly, "In this situation, who should I ask for reasoning?"
Jiang Ying gave him a deep look and shook her head.
When Chen Zhan was thinking about countermeasures, the phone kept vibrating, and it was no surprise that Yin Ronglan called:
"I saw it all."
"Is it true?"
"It's my dream tonight, we can get married."
Faced with three uninterrupted sentences, Chen Zhan only replied: "Do you know how to write the word 'kneel'?"
The time between the two sides is getting longer and longer, Yin Ronglan must be able to guess the reason, and he is too lazy to say more. Hang up the phone and ask Jiang Ying what she thinks of the Chinese surnamed Wu on stage.
"Wu Mi?" Jiang Ying thought about it for a while: "Self-esteem is very high."
In just four words, it sums up the character of the other person very well.
Chen Zhan: "I suspect that she is not a good person, and I want to try to get in touch."
Jiang Ying: "Wanted criminal?"
Chen Zhan smiled and said nothing.
In Jiang Ying's view, it is regarded as the default.
"There are many ways to make money," finally said kindly: "Some shortcuts are not so easy to take."
Chen Zhan nodded to show that he knew something.
Jiang Ying suddenly said, "She's a magician, so it's just right to get in touch now."
Chen Zhan thought for a moment when he remembered the identity of the dreamer he had placed on the Internet.
Whether at home or abroad, the speed at which journalists rush to the scene has always been a mystery.
Several media had gathered outside the hotel, and Chen Zhan greeted him as soon as he got off the microphone in the car, and the words 'dreamers' were indispensable in his questions.
Jiang Ying left him a self-seeking look and walked into the hotel first.
Chen Zhan pursed his lips and squeezed out without saying a word. The room fee for the high-end hotel was not paid in vain, and the rest of the media were stopped by the security guard.
After getting out of the elevator, the quiet corridor is very comfortable.
The action of swiping the door card suddenly stopped, and a small feather inserted in the crack of the door was gone before leaving, and he clearly explained that he did not need to clean the room.
Chen Zhan frowned, took out a knife from his pocket, and deliberately slowed down the movement of pushing the door in.
There was a person sitting on the sofa, looking up at him: "Are you back?"
Chen Zhan just wanted to withdraw what he said a minute ago in praise of the hotel's security.
Mr. Wu took the initiative to answer his doubts: "One of my personalities can be unlocked."
"… "
"The show performed well." Mr. Wu was very meaningful: "Dreamers?"
The three words brought out a sneer.
Chen Zhan was thinking about whether to call the police and take the uninvited guest away. Mr. Wu tapped on the table with his knuckles. There was a stack of documents on it.
Chen Zhan opened it and frowned, except for Wu Mi, there were two other people on stage who were of mixed blood, with Chinese blood, and their biological father was also surnamed Wu. These are things that Jiang Ying didn't mention in the information he gave him.
"It turns out that you are a family crime." Chen Zhan looked at Mr. Wu and condemned the old people's hearts.
Mr. Wu was indifferent: "I don't know them."
Chen Zhan sang a big drama in his mind, the illegitimate child who was not recognized by the family and was living abroad, in order to prove his worth by his achievements, he gradually grew into a gloomy and vicious young man.
Seeing something vaguely, Mr. Wu's voice was a bit frighteningly cold: "It's just the same surname, no blood relationship."
Again, it's a coincidence.
However, Chen Zhan thought of another adopted child stalk.
Abandoning the correction of unscrupulous brain supplements, Mr. Wu stated his purpose: "Most of them are stranded people with other purposes. Would you like to get rid of them together?"
What he said was not very credible, but Chen Zhan did not question him. Instead, he stared at Mr. Wu for a few seconds, and soon showed a slightly pure smile: "Okay."
The author has something to say: Reporter: What do you think of all the villains represented by Mr. Wu
Chen Zhan: Sending people's heads a thousand miles away.