"Come in first." As soon as Jiang Yu opened his mouth, the atmosphere relaxed.
Jiang Shengxing nodded, smiling in a friendly but not overly flattering manner, "I was negligent, everyone please stop standing here, go in first."
Mrs. Jiang then withdrew her gaze, thinking that her husband's attitude was a little strange.
Because everyone was there, she didn't ask any more questions. She put away her doubts and walked beside Chen Ling: "Sheng Xing has already told me about the two recent suicides in the Wang family. Before leaving, I deliberately passed by the Wang family villa. I don't know if there is anyone at their house. The curtains are tightly drawn."
It was okay in the past when the Wang family didn’t come back, and it was normal to draw the curtains.
But it was broad daylight and the sun was shining brightly. Didn't they need to draw the curtains for ventilation? Later, she specifically asked the patrolling security guard if the Wang family had gone abroad again and why they had drawn the curtains.
You don’t know until you ask, and you will know how weird it is if you ask.
The security guard said that the Wang family kept their curtains drawn day and night. Not only Mrs. Jiang, but even the patrolling security guards had discussed privately why this family was so strange.
After hearing this, Chen Ling asked in confusion, "Does their family never go out? But I heard from Mr. Jiang that he saw them in the community."
"Of course I go out, otherwise I'll be suffocated to death." Mrs. Jiang seldom goes to the company. She either stays at home or goes shopping with her girlfriends. Occasionally, she also makes an appointment to play mahjong with other wives in the villa area. She knows a little more about the Wang family's affairs.
"They don't have a nanny. They cook and buy groceries themselves. Sometimes Mrs. Wang goes out, and sometimes it's Mr. Wang. In short, only one person goes out."
"Has no one ever visited their home?" Chen Ling asked.
"Yes, but very few." Mrs. Jiang hissed softly, and suddenly remembered something. "Some time ago, Mrs. Zhao next door knocked on their door, wanting to ask about immigration-related matters, but she came out not long after entering. She secretly told me that the Wang family's house was dark and gloomy, the air conditioner was turned on very low, and the couple wore very warm clothes at home."
"Spending winter in the house and summer outside?"
"That's about right." Mrs. Jiang responded, and everyone had already entered the living room.
The maid still remembered Chen Ling, greeted him with a smile and asked him what he wanted to drink.
Chen Ling was not picky, "Plain water is fine."
The rest of the people also want boiled water.
After placing a few glasses of water on the coffee table, Jiang Shengxing looked at Jiang Yu and said, "Everything is fine in the Jiang family recently, and the side branch that was making trouble before has also settled down."
"You don't need to report these to me. Just take care of the Jiang family's affairs." Jiang Yu's voice was indifferent and deep, and he didn't care about other things.
Jiang Shengxing didn't take this to heart. The Jiang family had its current situation because of the blessing of their ancestors, otherwise their luck would have been cut off long ago, and who knows what their current situation would be like.
In his opinion, as long as the ancestor said one word, he would burn the entire Jiang family to ashes and he would never say a word.
But since Jiang Yu doesn't want to care about these trivial matters, he may not say anything about it in the future, but he will still show due respect.
Thinking of this, he turned his gaze to Chen Ling.
The young man sat on the far right of the straight-line sofa. Although Jiang Yu was at a certain distance from him, his casual sitting posture was slightly tilted to the right.
It is a subconscious act of intimacy.
But based on the brief times they spent together, the experienced Jiang Shengxing can be completely certain that Jiang Yu's coldness and indifference comes from his heart. Deep down, he just doesn't like to get close to others.
But when these things approached Chen Ling, they all disappeared.
Jiang Yu treats Chen Ling very well and puts him first in everything. Take the previous design drawings for example. Jiang Shengxing was sleeping soundly in the middle of the night when suddenly his ancestor appeared in his dream and told him to take the design drawings to seek Chen Ling's opinion without informing him.
Jiang Shengxing woke up in a cold sweat and sat on the bed for a long time, with Jiang Yu's cold words floating in the night still echoing in his ears.
Otherwise, why would he rush over with his team the next day
According to the original plan, he was going abroad for a meeting.
There are so many gay people these days, but Jiang Shengxing is not a conservative person and doesn't think there is anything wrong with it.
What made him upset was that in the future he would have to call a younger generation "ancestor". Would people who didn't know him think he was crazy? Even though he had been mentally prepared for this, he still felt burdened and worried so much that he just wanted to sigh.
"Okay, I won't bother you with these little things in the future." Jiang Shengxing smiled sincerely.
Knowing that he should put the matter first, he straightened his expression and turned to look at Chen Ling, "What is Mr. Chen's plan? Do you think we should find an excuse to go there now, or wait and see?"
Chen Ling took a sip of water and stood up. "I'll go over now."
Just as he was about to raise his foot, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. He took out the phone and found that it was Tang Siping calling.
"Hello, Mr. Tang."
"Mr. Chen, this is bad. You've been posted online." Tang Siping said in a rare panic, "And you're linked to some suicide case!"
Tang Siping had just arrived at the company for inspection when he happened to meet an employee who was slacking off at work.
The employee was staring at the screen with such concentration that he didn't even notice him approaching.
Tang Siping curiously followed the other person's line of sight towards the computer screen and was stunned to see that the person on the screen was Jiang Yu, the financial manager of Chen Ling's company. The two of them seemed to be standing in front of the sink in a public restroom.
Tang Siping suddenly asked the employees to move aside and sat on the computer chair to watch.
The person who filmed the video was obviously doing it secretly, and the two people in the picture seemed to be avoiding the third person present, and no one said a word.
At the end of the video, there is a short explanation saying that the video was recorded about half an hour ago when someone was about to jump off the building.
When the program crew arrived and were about to go forward for an interview, they discovered that the younger man in the T-shirt standing in front of the sink took out a red paper flower from the person's clothes. After the paper flower was opened, it suddenly caught fire.
By the time the filming crew found the two people, they had already entered the bathroom, so the scene in which the two of them were silent was created.
There is another paragraph of text below, saying that although the young man in the T-shirt did not speak, the staff heard some of his voice before entering the door, which was exactly the same as the voice speaking to Lin's father in the video of Going Back to the Soul.
Although no one has confirmed that the two are the same person, the suggestion is strong enough, and some people have begun to praise the little brother for his great voice and even better looks in the comments.
This short pantomime of just over a minute was not enough to cause a big stir.
What brought things to a climax was that this big V played a recording before releasing the video.
The recording tells the story of a young man's experience of encountering a ghost. After the narration, a paragraph of text is attached:
This is the most challenging "superstitious" chain case that the 018 program team has encountered since its establishment. Yes, as you can see, starting with the high school girl's suicide case, my staff began to encounter bizarre events. His story is very real, and I don't doubt its truth, but this does not mean that we at 018 will turn against "superstition" and question science.
We have only one purpose in recording the program, which is to explain everything with science and to answer the unknown with the infinite wisdom of mankind.
To this end, we will continue to follow up and report despite the difficulties and fears.
Tang Siping was so angry when he thought of these words.
Science and metaphysics do not conflict, so why do these people insist on investigating with the mentality of "oneness exists"!
Do you think your life is too long
"Mr. Chen, are you still listening?" Tang Siping asked.
"I'm listening." Chen Ling used Wu Weiwei's phone to review the recording and video. He said, "Thank you, Mr. Tang, for telling me about this."
"You're so polite. Well, I have something else I want to ask you."
"you say."
"There's a bougainvillea growing in the planting area. I asked around, but no one has ever planted it before..." Tang Siping swallowed nervously and excitedly, "Mr. Chen, do you think my wife is back?"
Chen Ling frowned and said, "I'll come over and take a look after I finish the things at hand."
Tang Siping said yes repeatedly, and both parties hung up the phone.
Wu Weiwei had already watched the video twice, and his gums itched with anger. "It's this Zero One Eight again, what the hell! Brother Chen, they filmed it without your permission and posted it online. We can sue them!"
Chen Ling's tone was calm, but his eyes were cold. "Offending ghosts and gods is like courting disaster. They will be in trouble sooner or later."
But the video still had to be deleted, he didn't want people to watch it online.
Even if he can endure it, our ancestors can't.
Chen Ling glanced at the side secretly, Tsk, the old ancestor's face is so stinky, the expression he had when his grave was dug up was just like this.
But soon, he realized a problem -
Jiang Yu was indeed unhappy, but his eyes were not fixed on Wu Weiwei's phone which was playing the recording repeatedly, but on his own phone screen.
Chen Ling turned his body to the side, took a peek secretly, and was stunned.
The old man who has never downloaded apps is now frantically downloading all kinds of the most popular application software.
After a little thought, he understood.
When he answered Tang Siping's call before, he originally wanted to use Jiang Yu's phone to access Weibo, but the phone was completely clean, with nothing on it except the built-in software.
Then he asked Wu Weiwei for his cell phone.
Chen Ling chuckled and said to Jiang Yu in a teasing tone, "I will definitely use yours next time."
Jiang Yu then looked up at him, serious as if he was making some extremely important agreement, "Yes."
It’s just that the voice is a bit muffled, probably because he’s still depressed.
Chen Ling almost wanted to say how cute she was, but he held back and turned to look at Wu Weiwei: "Send another private message to Ling Yi Ba and ask them to delete my video, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Jiang Shengxing said: "Mr. Chen, leave this matter to me. Our company has the most mature legal team and it will be more convenient to handle it."
Chen Ling looked towards the river.
Jiang Yu finally finished downloading the app, and lazily lifted her thick eyelashes. "Let's leave it to the lawyer."
With the words of his ancestors, Jiang Shengxing immediately stood up and walked to a quiet place to make a phone call. Less than five minutes after hanging up the phone, Ling Yiba, fearing the power of capital, indeed deleted the silent film short video.
Mr. Yao, the person in charge of Zero One Eight, began to feel restless after hanging up the phone.
He never thought that a charlatan could be related to the powerful Jiang family. He must have taken the wrong road in broad daylight and bumped into the gate of the Dragon King Temple.
The girl in charge of Weibo operations stood across from the desk and said, "Boss Yao, after the Weibo post was deleted, someone immediately asked about it in the following two days, asking if it was a supernatural event."
The person in charge felt aggrieved and said, "Don't worry about it. Go and inform the people who are filming. Don't lose them."
If someone hadn't been about to jump off the building, and the crew who went to film had happened to meet Chen Ling, it would be unknown when they would have been able to catch this big fish.
He had a hunch that if he followed him closely, there would be something even more exciting to come.
Nowadays, the number of Weibo fans is increasing every minute, and netizens want to know whether those real yet strange pictures are true or false, and whether there is a precise scientific answer to explain them.
As long as they continue to follow up, the popularity of Weibo will not drop.
Thinking of this, the person in charge couldn't help but feel happy. He hummed a song and tapped his fingers on the chair to the tune.
Suddenly, his face changed and he found that the square panels on the ceiling moved.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again, oh, it turned out that I was dazzled.
Thinking of the new advertisement and sponsorship he had received more than ten minutes ago, his mood became better and better. He picked up a pen and began to write the follow-up plan.
There was a loud bang.
The glass door of the office was pushed open with force, hitting the wall and almost shattering.
Agui rushed in with a dark face. Before he got close, he leaned over the desk and punched the person in charge in the face.
"Mr. Yao, you f*cking lied to me!"
"Agui, are you crazy? Can't you just say it nicely?" The person in charge's face suddenly became swollen, and he had used quite a lot of force in that punch.
Ah Gui was so angry that he laughed, "I think you are crazy!"
His roar went through the office door and was heard by everyone outside. The person in charge, who cared about his reputation, pointed at his nose, walked out of the office desk, closed the door, and lowered the blinds.
Knowing that he was in the wrong for lying about introducing a master, he suppressed his anger and said with a smile: "It's no big deal. Why are you so angry? When this wave of heat passes, I will share some of the profits with you. It will be regarded as me buying your story."
Seeing that Agui didn't say anything and just stared at him with a scary look, he felt guilty and reached out to touch his shoulder, "Can you give me a definite answer?"
"For your mother." Ah Gui was so angry that he was shaking. He slapped the hand on his shoulder with disgust. "What I told you is not a story, but a real thing! I was not the only one who participated in the recording that night! Isn't it said that when the soul returns to the body, it will walk the way home one by one? When the girl passed by the car, maybe she even glanced at you."
He took a deep breath, his expression almost ferocious, "Boss Yao, you have offended the dead again and again, aren't you afraid of bad luck? I have been hit by evil spirits twice, and you who are behind this will probably hit you worse than me! Be careful when you walk at night, or you won't even know how you died in the end!"
After saying that, Agui turned around and left quickly and anxiously.
When he passed by the Weibo administrator's desk, he remembered the deleted Weibo post and reached out to knock on the girl's desk, "Who asked to delete that video?"
The girl glanced to both sides, afraid of offending the person in charge, and whispered, "It was the legal department of Hengjiang Group who called us personally and ordered us to delete it. The boss was quite unhappy."
"Is there a phone number for the legal department?" Agui asked quickly.
The girl shook her head: "He called the boss's cell phone." Feeling that the man in front of her was worried, she asked, "Agui, what happened?"
"You were the one who posted the Weibo, how could you not know that?" Agui asked back with a somewhat unpleasant tone.
"You, did you really see a ghost?" The little girl's thin body trembled, and her calves exposed outside her skirt felt inexplicably cold.
She calmed herself down and spoke carefully: "But when the boss asked me to post on Weibo, he said that this was a story you made up. I thought what he said was true..."
"Leave this damn place as soon as possible, or you'll get into trouble." After reminding him, Agui asked, "Do you know who is following you?"
The girl nodded and said, "I know, it's the intern you taught before."
The girl was timid, and after a little hesitation, she whispered, "Do you want to go find the young man in the video to exorcise the evil spirit? I just called the intern, and he said he was in the Hengjiang Villa District. The security guard stopped him and is looking for another way to enter the community."
"You don't know what life and death are." Agui snorted coldly, looked up at the little girl, said thank you, turned around and left.
In the office, the person in charge held down a blind and looked out through the gap. Seeing Agui leaving, he raised his hand and touched his increasingly red and swollen cheek, which was burning with pain.
"How cruel of him." He cursed softly and went to the small refrigerator next to his desk to take out a cold Coke.
The aluminum can emits white mist, which feels stimulating and cool when it touches the skin.
The person in charge greedily wanted to roll the can to soothe the rest of the red and swollen areas, but found that his palms and cheeks seemed to be stuck to the can.
He was stunned, thinking that his palms were numb from being frozen, so he didn't use any strength. He tensed his arm muscles and pushed his wrist forward.
It’s useless, the can really stuck to my face!
The thin mist covering the can became a tough glue. After several hits, the person in charge felt pain in his skin.
He opened the door in panic and went into the bathroom.
Seeing someone standing inside staring at him stupidly, he cursed fiercely: "What are you looking at? Get out!"
The man was about to leave when the person in charge stopped him and ordered, "Guard the door and don't let anyone get close."
After that person left, there was only one person left in the entire bathroom.
The person in charge moved closer to the mirror, tightened his five fingers, gritted his teeth and pulled hard.
"Ahhh!" A terrible cry came from the bathroom, frightening the man guarding the door. He gave up the idea of going in to take a look, and stopped a man who wanted to use the toilet. "Boss Yao said that no one can go in. Go to the company downstairs."
The person in charge's hands were shaking as he looked at himself in the mirror in disbelief.
A large piece of skin was missing from the face, leaving only a thin layer of skin attached to the face, and the red flesh underneath could be clearly seen.
His pupils constricted, his eyeballs trembled nervously, and he stared at the can with fear.
The torn skin was still stuck to the two sides of the can, constantly reminding him of the horrific incident that had just happened.
The person in charge held down the twitching eyelids, and when the eyeballs stopped trembling, he raised the injured hand.
Fortunately, the skin on the palm of my hand is not as tender as that on my face, so even if a small piece was torn off, the wound was not that red.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, picked up the can and threw it on the ground.
Unexpectedly, a crack appeared on the top of the can, and gas spurted out from inside, hitting the person in charge's forehead with great impact force.
The force was so great that he was knocked backwards uncontrollably to the ground, and the back of his head hit the tile with a crisp sound.
He opened his mouth, wanting to call for someone, but no one heard him, and no one came in to see him.
In the end, he had no choice but to drag his limp body, grab the ground with his fingers, and slowly crawl out.
When the person in charge was helped up by the employees guarding the door, Chen Ling and others had already arrived at Wang's house.
Too many people would easily arouse the other party's vigilance, so only Chen Ling and Mrs. Jiang went there.
As we learned before, the Wang family was very puzzled. The air-conditioning temperature was unreasonably low, and coming in from the hot outside, it felt like winter had suddenly arrived.
Chen Ling's identity today is Mrs. Jiang's relative.
He put his hands on his knees, looking reserved, quiet and cautious, like a bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Mrs. Jiang pulled her shawl and was very glad that she had been smart enough before going out.
She pursed her lips and began to tell a story in a gentle voice: "Mrs. Wang, this is what happened. My relative is very introverted and doesn't like to talk. He graduated several years ago and has changed jobs several times, but he is always so timid and afraid of this and that."
Mrs. Wang was wearing a lot of clothes, including a thin down jacket that she wore at home. She carefully looked at the young man sitting quietly, her eyes shining slightly, "This boy is really handsome, there must be a lot of girls chasing after him."
Chen Ling didn't say anything. He looked at Mrs. Wang timidly and lowered his head shyly.
Mrs. Wang was about to speak when she heard the young man sneeze. She explained very embarrassedly, "Our air conditioner is broken. We called the maintenance number for a long time but no one came to fix it. Just now, Mr. Wang couldn't stand it anymore and called to complain."
Mrs. Jiang asked, "Why don't you just replace it with a new one?"
Those who can live in this villa area are either rich or noble. Who would care about the money to replace the air conditioner? What's broken? It's obvious that the air conditioner temperature was set so low on purpose.
Mrs. Wang said, "We only stay in China for three months a year. There is no need for that. Let's change it next year."
"You really know how to live." Mrs. Jiang complimented casually, and then changed the subject, "Don't look at our child as shy, he is a top student who graduated from the Chinese Department of K University. His parents think that the child's personality has been fixed and it is not easy to change it, so it is better to find a job that suits his personality. No, I thought of you."
She pursed her lips to moisten them, not daring to touch the water Mrs. Wang had poured for her. "I heard your son is a writer?"
Mrs. Wang said proudly, "Yes, my son is a novelist, and his published books are very popular."
"This job is good. You can do whatever you want and you don't have to interact with people all the time." Mrs. Jiang said, "Mrs. Wang, I was thinking, if possible, why not let your son help guide our child and teach him a lesson."
Chen Ling spoke at the right time, deliberately speaking softly to match his character, "Auntie, is this okay?"