The dark shadow stood in the middle of the flowers, like a ghost from decades ago. When Yi Wan looked at it again, the shadow disappeared.
All that was left in his sight were the quiet flowers.
"Brother Han..." Yi Wan touched Ding Biehan's shoulder with his arm, "Did you feel the flowers over there..."
Ding Biehan, who was looking ahead with full alert, turned his head and asked: "What?"
He didn't notice the dark shadow just now.
Ding Biehan didn't even notice the black shadow.
Yi Wan blinked, and the assistant in the car immediately asked, "Brother Wan, did you see anything just now?"
Chi Jixia immediately sat up, and Bo Jiang also turned his eyes. Although it is said that scholars do not talk about strange things, Bo Jiang, who was reborn from ancient times to the present, also has a natural fear of ghosts and gods.
"Maybe I saw it wrong." Yi Wan shook his head.
This little episode made the atmosphere in the car even more mysterious. The car was parked in the garage, and five people got in and out of the car with their luggage.
When Yi Wan turned around, she saw An Yelin standing next to the garage. He was thin and looked lonely. Yi Wan asked, "Yelin, what's wrong?"
"Nothing..." An Yelin said in a daze, "I just feel that this place..."
Somewhat familiar.
Ding Biehan naturally saw An Yelin's abnormal expression. He saw Yi Wan patted An Yelin on the shoulder and said nothing to him. The two of them lowered their heads and caught up with the main group.
There had been cameras following them since they got off the car. Under the gaze of the cameras, the negative energy in the mansion was dispelled a lot. Chi Jixia and Brother Liu looked much better.
But An Yelin's face looked worse and worse.
Fu Mansion is a beautiful western-style building. After entering the gate of the mansion, An Yelin felt more familiar. An Yelin looked at the reproduction of Monet's painting on the wall, the soft light chestnut carpet at the door, and the light-colored irises blooming on the closet...
After entering the living room and seeing the silver sculpture placed on the coffee table, An Yelin was finally shocked.
"Dear guests, please wait a moment." The servant of the mansion brought them tea. "The master will be at your service."
Yi Wan found that there were several other people sitting in the living room besides them. These people were also stars or celebrities who participated in the show, both men and women. Yi Wan recognized a talk show host (male) and a travel writer (female). The two smiled at them when they made eye contact.
"You guys are the boy band that's been very popular on Weibo recently, right? They're called Iris5." The talk show host took the initiative to come over and talk to them, "I didn't expect you guys to be on this show."
The travel writer looked at Bo Jiang with starry eyes, and it seemed that she was Bo Jiang's fan. However, the sensitive female writer immediately noticed An Yelin's abnormality: "Did you feel carsick during the journey? The winding mountain road is really tiring..."
"The master is dead." said the waiter.
Several people turned their heads. Looking at the man walking down the stairs, the travel writer exclaimed, "How handsome."
The latter is indeed very handsome.
He had a knife-cut face, sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, was tall and indifferent, and wore an Armani suit and a Patek Philippe watch. As he walked down the stairs, Yi Wan sneezed.
Chi Jixia glanced at Yi Wan, and Yi Wan said, "I'm allergic to the smell of fir."
"Welcome everyone to my ancestral home." The man smiled and said, "I am the owner of this house, Fu Qisheng. You should have heard of my name."
"I've heard of him! The investment genius who graduated from Wharton Business School!"
“He is also one of the 100 most handsome entrepreneurs in Asia.”
"His short-term operations in the past two months shocked the entire investment market. No one could understand how he made these operations so accurately. These operations happened without any signs or information, but they were just right. Experts found it difficult to review Mr. Fu's thinking and thought he was reborn."
"Someone wanted to buy his lunch for five million."
"... How come these people understand Fu Qisheng's brilliant deeds better than each other." Chi Jixia, who was sitting next to Yi Wan, twitched his lips. As the owner of the quick-wear golden finger, he hated this kind of bking aura, "and they all said it..."
They are like a group of omniscient passers-by who create the atmosphere and serve to highlight Fu Qisheng's glorious image.
The main target of the atmosphere naturally heard these praises. An Yelin sat on the sofa with his head down. He heard Fu greet everyone in unison, and finally walked up to him and said, "Hello."
"… "
"Hello." He said coldly.
The photographer's camera keenly captured the interaction and tension between the two. Fortunately, "Science Wars" is not a live broadcast program. After each recording, they will edit and write the master tape and then release it for broadcast.
This allows participants to have more privacy and more...
Remediation space.
Yi Wan sneezed again when Fu Qisheng passed by. He looked at Ding Biehan again under the dim light in the room.
Ever since Fu Qisheng came out, Ding Biehan has been extremely alert. He followed Fu Qisheng with his eyes, trying to find any clues related to the supernatural on him.
Fu Qisheng and a few others sat around the table. A faint chilly wind blew under his feet, and the travel writer shuddered, but his expression became more excited: "Mr. Fu, what stories have happened in your old house?"
This is also the answer that the program team and others are looking forward to hearing.
Under the gaze of the camera, Fu Qisheng took a sip of coffee and answered slowly: "This story started decades ago. The Fu family adopted a child in 1927. Later, that child became the mother of my third grandfather..."
Fu Qisheng finished telling the story quickly.
The story is cliché and lengthy. A girl fell in love with the eldest young master after being adopted, but she married the third young master. She was locked in a tomb she didn't love at her best. After resisting in vain, she became a hysterical "evil girl" and finally died in red before the eldest young master got married.
Before her, the fourth daughter of the Fu family also died. The fourth daughter of the Fu family was frail and sickly, and was targeted by her adopted daughter since she was young. Some people said that she died because of the intimidation of the spirit of the "evil woman".
Before that, the third young master of the Fu family also died of depression.
"... We are asking you to come here this time in the hope that you can help us solve this case. It has been haunting our family for... too long. This house, which was once bustling with people, is now deserted. Every time I walk in here, I feel a chill. At night, the servants often hear women crying..."
After Fu Qisheng finished telling the story, everyone in the room felt a chill. When Bo Jiang heard that the woman had also committed suicide, her face turned ugly.
Ding Biehan had a serious expression and fell into deep thought.
The temperature in the Fu family was cool, but Ding Biehan still couldn't find the ghost. He suspected that the ghost he encountered this time was beyond his perception, so he asked Yi Wan privately: "Yi Wan, what do you think of this story?"
Due to his limited abilities, he can also cooperate with Yi Wan.
Yi Wan said: "It feels like an old-fashioned Republic of China ghost story copied from a newspaper."
Ding Biehan: …
… Yi Wan must be pretending to be stupid again this time. Ding Biehan felt a little itchy.
Chi Jixia saw the interaction between the two. After Fu Qisheng finished telling the story, he said that he had a business call to answer and went upstairs. After a while, An Yelin also left his seat.
“… I’m going to the bathroom,” he said.
"Are you going alone? There might be ghosts here," the talk show host tried to persuade him.
"I'm fine by myself." An Yelin turned around, revealing the silver earrings on his earlobes, "You guys aren't following me to film, are you?"
He was asking the program team.
"No, this is also personal privacy, hehe..." The program crew wiped their sweat.
An Yelin disappeared into the corridor. Yi Wan stared at his back but didn't follow him. The remaining three passers-by said, "Before we start, let's introduce ourselves."
The male host of the talk show is named Wang, the female travel writer is named Li, and the remaining female singer is named Zhao. The three have different professional backgrounds, but they have one thing in common - they all love the occult and have a good understanding of it.
The most confident one among them was the host Wang. When he was a host, he was famous for his ability to communicate with spirits. The same was true for another writer Li and singer Zhao. The more special one among them was writer Li. It was said that her horoscope was very special. As long as she fell asleep, she would have a great chance of dreaming about the experiences of the spirits around her.
In Ding Biehan's opinion, only writer Li had some psychic ability. The other two were just people seeking fame and reputation. However, the Fu family's western-style building did make him feel a little strange. It was clearly shrouded in a cold and gloomy air that made people's ankles cold, but they couldn't find the ghost at all.
"Yi Wan, you dropped something." Bo Jiang said.
Yi Wan lowered his head to pick up something. His fingers accidentally lifted the sofa cover and saw a well-hidden air outlet on the ground under the cloth.
Fu Qisheng actually installed a cold air device under the sofa in the Fu family.
…
An Yelin didn't go to the toilet.
He walked around the Fu family's western-style building and went up the stairs in a secluded place. The door of the study room at the back of the building was ajar. He knew that Fu Qisheng was not answering a business call, but was waiting for him.
Sure enough, when he pushed open the door, Fu Qisheng was sitting inside.
"Sit down." Fu said in unison.
His eyes were fixed on An Yelin, like a hound chasing its prey. Faced with this scene, An Yelin's fingers trembled, and finally he sneered and sat down with the most indifferent attitude.
"In my previous life, I didn't know that your family had a fourth daughter, a foster daughter, and such a wonderful story." An Yelin said, "Your house is haunted? Why didn't I hear about it in my previous life?"
"Who knows if there is such a story?" Fu Qisheng said leisurely, "It doesn't matter whether there is such a story or not, I just want to..."
"You can survive."
The air between the two of them stagnated, sinking heavily. Fu Qisheng said, "I invested 50 million in the program team. I asked them to use my house as the first show location."
An Yelin sneered, "Your mansion isn't haunted, why are you joining in the fun?"
"It can also be haunted. I've got someone ready for it. Don't worry, Yelin." Fu Qisheng said, "I don't mean to ruin your show. It will still be quite exciting. Even more exciting than a real 'haunted house'."
An Yelin sat in the chair and didn't say anything. After a long while, he shook his shoulders and his eyes turned red: "Fu Qisheng, are you interested?"
He repeated: "Are you kidding? Bring all those things here..."
He was talking about Monet's paintings, the light maroon carpet, the pastel irises, and the small metal ornaments on the coffee table.
Those were the decorations he had bought to decorate his small apartment in his previous life when his reputation was ruined and he was Fu Qisheng's shield boyfriend.
Fu Qisheng would usually stay in that apartment. He would sit on the sofa in the apartment and read a book, or look at the rain outside the window, but not at him. There was nothing much to ask for as a shield. Occasionally, when he was emotional, Fu Qisheng would kiss him.
He really liked him at that time - who could not have a vague affection for Fu Qisheng under such circumstances? He bought those things for no other reason than to make the apartment warmer and more like a home.
But it was only after he suffered so much hardship that he realized that he was just daydreaming.
An Yelin stood up, ready to leave.
"You can walk around here in the next few days. I put many things and memories we used to have here. This is not a haunted house, but a place I want you to see." Fu Qisheng said beside him.
An Yelin paused for a moment without saying anything. The strange sound he had heard near the trash can seemed to reappear in his mind. He ran downstairs as if fleeing before the sound could be heard.
When he returned to the living room, several people in the living room had already formed teams to start exploring. There were a total of eight people participating in the program, and they were divided into 3-3-2 teams.
"Yelin doesn't look very happy." Yi Wan said behind Ding Biehan who was nervously exploring the surroundings, "He seemed a little strange since we entered this mansion."
An Yelin really looked distraught, Ding Biehan thought.
Whether it was An Yelin or the "Mr. Fu" named Fu Qisheng, both were quite suspicious.
Especially this Fu Qisheng.
What was his purpose in forcibly inserting his own Fu's house into this variety show
Ding Biehan, who was destined to be alone, felt that there must be a huge conspiracy behind this. He decided to conduct a careful search of Fu's house to see if he could find the remains of the adopted lady.