Thunder and lightning, ghosts are everywhere.
It was clearly a terrifying atmosphere, but Jian Jing did not feel scared. All her attention was drawn to Xie Wei. He had a strange aura that attracted her attention.
"You've done your best, why hate yourself?" she asked.
Xie Wei laughed at himself and sighed, "Yeah, I've tried my best. That's how I convinced myself. If luck doesn't come my way, just accept it. But I never thought this would last for a full ten years."
The best years of a person's life are no more than ten years.
He has acted in several TV series. Sometimes the series was popular but he himself was not, and sometimes the series was not popular and he himself was not popular either. Over time, everyone thought that he was unlucky and refused to even give him the opportunity to act.
"Director Huang is nostalgic. I starred in one of his movies eight years ago, and he still remembers me." Xie Wei said absentmindedly, "Many directors in the industry are afraid that I will bring bad luck to their works, but he is the only one who is willing to give me a chance."
For a moment, Jian Jing suspected that he was trying to play the emotional card.
But it was soon overturned.
"I don't know if I want to fight again. I'm already..." Xie Wei sighed slightly, with a deep gloom on his face. "I'm already very tired."
Jian Jing said: "Maybe, you can change your career."
Xie Wei smiled.
When he smiles, his whole body exudes a special charm. People can't help but be illuminated by his radiance and stop to admire him.
"I was born for the screen," he said. "This is the only thing I'll do in my life."
Jian Jing stopped talking.
The wind and rain came, hitting the tiles, making a patter.
The short-haired cat came from nowhere, its fur all wet. It wanted to go around to avoid the rain, but when it saw Xie Wei, its tail suddenly stood up, its fur stood up, and it looked alert and nervous, and kept breathing at his back.
Xie Wei turned around and looked behind him, asking in a strange tone, "What is it looking at?"
"You must have been scared by the shadow." Jian Jing replied.
Xie Wei didn't say anything.
After a while, the cat stuck to the wall and ran away.
"I should go back now." Xie Wei said, "Anything else you want to ask?"
Jian Jing thought about it and dug a hole: "You have been in the circle for so long, do you know who has a grudge against Shao Meng?"
Xie Wei was stunned for a moment, then he smiled, his eyes flashing: "Ms. Jian, do you know how many students graduate from drama schools every year? How many people work in several film and television bases? Add to that those kids who haven't even finished high school and can't wait to join the industry... Everyone is a potential enemy."
He lowered his voice and said, "Every opportunity Shao Meng got was gained by stepping on others. There are too many people who have grudges against him, including me."
"How about narrowing it down to this hotel?"
Xie Wei looked at her and asked, "Why are you so concerned about Shao Meng's death?"
"A life is lost, there should be an explanation."
"So that's how it is." Xie Wei said calmly, "It's a pity that I don't have an answer."
It's like saying nothing.
Jian Jing was still unwilling to give in and wanted to say something else, but there was a sudden muffled sound above her head, as if something had fallen to the ground.
Then, a sharp scream erupted from the second floor.
Jian Jing turned around and went straight upstairs.
The unusual noise came from Ms. Tao's room. Through the door, she could faintly hear shouts like "Don't come over here" and "Help me," mixed with the occasional sound of things breaking to the ground.
Jian Jing was anxious, fearing that she was being attacked, and without even bothering to call the proprietress, she just kicked her.
The effect of the energy + burst card should not be underestimated. The door frame opened with a crackling sound as if it could not bear the weight.
Miss Tao was the only one in the room.
She was wearing pajamas, her hair was disheveled, and her expression was ferocious. She picked up things around her and started smashing them: "Get out of here, get out of here, all of you, get out of here."
Jian Jing nimbly avoided her chaotic attacks, jumped onto the bed quietly, and when she saw the right opportunity, she lifted the quilt and pounced on Ms. Tao, covering her with the quilt.
How could Ms. Tao, a woman who had been dieting for years, compare with Jian Jing's spirit? No matter how hard she struggled, she could not break free from the shackles and instead exhausted her own energy.
"What's going on?" Others heard the noise and ran upstairs one after another.
Jian Jing jumped off the bed and pulled back the quilt. Ms. Tao was panting heavily, sometimes frightened, sometimes gritting her teeth, her hair was messy, and she hit anyone she saw, like a mad woman.
Director Huang was shocked: "Is this an illness?"
"Are the rumors true?" Screenwriter Xu leaned over.
Jian Jing held Ms. Tao's back and said helplessly, "Can someone help me hold her down?"
Several men hesitated. The pajamas that Ms. Tao wore were quite sexy, and it was not convenient to get started. Finally, Zhang Hongchun came in, rummaged through her luggage, and said, "Here are the medicines."
Jian Jing stretched out her hand: "Give it to me."
The drug is Risperidone, a psychiatric drug that can be used to treat depression, anxiety, mania and schizophrenia.
She gave Ms. Tao two pills to swallow and fed her two sips of water.
Ms. Tao slowly calmed down.
Zhang Hongchun looked at her swollen face with a complicated expression: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."
Jian Jing glanced at her in surprise.
Zhang Hongchun showed no intention of explaining and turned away indifferently.
Outside the door, Xue Xiaosheng asked the others, "Is there something wrong with this place? First it was Brother Shao, then Sister Tao. Could it be... haunted?"
Screenwriter Xu reacted strongly: "This place has only been open for more than two years, and the feng shui is good, where did the ghost come from?"
"It's not that one," Xue Xiaosheng lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of alarming something, "It's that one."
Jian Jing: “???” Which one is it
But it seemed that she was the only one who had this doubt, and everyone else showed a subtle look. Screenwriter Xu rubbed his arms and retracted his head.
"Yeah, it backfired." Xue Xiaosheng said faintly, "I heard that it happened before..."
"Stop talking." Director Huang interrupted him, "Xiao Tao is sick, isn't he taking medicine? It's the middle of the night, let's go."
Screenwriter Xu: "Old Huang, wait for me, let's discuss the script."
"There's nothing to discuss when the power is out."
"Let's chat. I still have two cans of beer."
Seeing this scene, Jian Jing had nothing to understand. Screenwriter Xu was scared.
Afraid of ghosts
Is this true
Also, what is backlash? She remembered that when she came yesterday, she seemed to have vaguely heard Shao Meng and his assistant mention "backlash".
Jian Jing's eyes fell on Xue Xiaosheng's head: "What kind of ghost are you talking about just now?"
Xue Xiaosheng was a little nervous: "That's it."
"Which one is that?" She stared at him.
Xue Xiaosheng said vaguely: "Yes, little ghost."
Jian Jing frowned and pondered for a long time, then asked strangely, "Are you talking about the kid from Thailand?"
"Uh, haha." Xue Xiaosheng was a little embarrassed. "Teacher Jian may not believe it, but there is such a saying in the circle. Everyone says so. I don't mean anything else."
Jian Jing asked, "Some people say she has a ghost?"
"No, no, I was just kidding." Xue Xiaosheng seemed to be afraid of getting into trouble, and hurriedly said, "Since Sister Tao is fine, I'll leave first."
Before the voice fell, the man had already returned to his room.
However, Jian Jing had heard similar rumors before, that in order to become famous, some stars would go abroad to invite little ghosts back and raise them like real children, and then they would become famous. But if they did not satisfy the ghosts, they would be retaliated against, and at the very least, they would lose money, or at the worst, they would die.
This is of course nonsense.
Since Ms. Tao brought her own medication, she had obviously been diagnosed with a mental illness. Thinking about her experience, it is not difficult to understand.
Why did Xue Xiaosheng mention this specifically
And there are those red lips. What did she mean by “Why bother in the first place”
Jian Jing became suspicious and could not help but carefully look at the sleeping Ms. Tao. Even if a beautiful person is in a mess, she is still very beautiful, but the mottled bloodstains on her body affect her beauty.
There were scratch marks on the neck, arms, and chest, and the marks on the chest were the most obvious.
By the way, before Shao Meng died, he also cut his body with a knife.
Jian Jing's heart moved and she opened her clothes.
There is a tattoo on the skin on the chest of actress Tao.
A bird.
The pattern is very small, with only a few strokes, but the strange thing is that the pattern is lifelike, and I don’t know which tattoo artist did it, as if it is about to take off. The scratches on this tattoo are particularly severe, and the sharp nails scratched the surface of the skin, oozing blood.
Jian Jing hesitated for a moment, but still secretly took a picture of the pattern.
What is it like to be in a room with a corpse at ten o'clock at night
Honestly, it's pretty scary.
But with the case, Jian Jing felt like she had a little white rabbit in her heart, jumping around and making it hard for her to fall asleep, so she had to continue her research.
She had just examined Shao Meng's body - when she performed the autopsy before, she straightened the body and took off his clothes to prevent rigor mortis from causing difficulty in moving the body - it was convenient to check it now.
Shao Meng had about a dozen cuts on his body, none of which hit vital parts, and the most serious one was on his lower back.
That part of the skin seemed to be scratched by him, which looked quite scary, but at the corner, if you observe it with a magnifying glass, you can see some traces of tattoo.
This is very interesting.
Do Shao Meng and Tao have the same tattoo? What does the bird represent? Do they have a secret connection
As she was thinking, the door was pushed open with a "creak".
A figure appeared at the door, silently.
Jian Jing was startled and turned her head to look.
"Teacher Jingjing." Jiang Baiyan looked at her cautiously, "What are you doing?"
"Looking at the corpse... uh." Jian Jing was suddenly embarrassed.
Being in the same room with a corpse was fine, but being naked was a bit... She grabbed the bed sheet and covered Shao Meng with it, as if nothing had happened: "What's wrong?"
"I came down to find something to eat." Jiang Baiyan whispered, "I came over to see the light here. I was scared to death."
Her eyes moved slightly, and she joked, "You are so afraid of ghosts, how dare you come here?"
Jiang Baiyan paused and admitted, "I guessed you were here, so I came here."
"Is there anything you want to talk to me about?" she asked.
Jiang Baiyan said: "I'm scared and want to talk to someone."
"You can go find Director Huang or Screenwriter Xu."
Jiang Baiyan: "... I am straight."
Jian Jing: “?” “!” “.”
"Then let's chat." She suppressed her laughter, "Let's get something to eat together. I'm hungry too."
Jiang Baiyan felt relieved.
The hotel's restaurant offers coffee and snacks.
Jian Jing opened a bag of biscuits, Jiang Baiyan dissolved the coffee powder with warm water and insisted on making milk foam.
Since there was no electricity, he had to beat it manually, stirring and stirring.
Jian Jing: "Just pour some milk."
"No, I know the teacher likes to drink the one with milk foam." He continued to cheer.
After struggling for a long time, he finally managed to whip up a thin layer of milk and poured it all into her cup.
Jian Jing took a sip of it politely and praised, "The foam is very fine and your hand speed is pretty good."
The candlelight flickered, and the two were alone. Jiang Baiyan was a little excited, so he said, "I'm single."
Jian Jing: “Hmm.”
he:"… "
"Bang", his face full of despair, his forehead hit the table.
Jian Jing couldn't hold back any longer and laughed out loud.