The empty eye sockets of the head stared at the ceiling, like the dried-up eyeballs of a dead fish. Fu Qisheng lowered his eyes and stared at it, his expression twisted for a moment.
Head
Why is there a human head in the refrigerator
The Fu Group's big project has reached the time for the third round of financing. If the program team finds out that there is a dead head in the Fu residence... it will definitely be a huge blow!
But here... why is there a human head
"What's the best? Mr. Fu, you really took a lot of trouble. Hahaha, how can I trouble you to cook? I'll do it, I'll do it."
Wang Zhizhu had been lingering outside the kitchen for a long time, observing the movements of the two people in the kitchen and looking for an opportunity to flatter them. Now that he heard that Mr. Fu was going to cook in person, he naturally rushed in without hesitation.
Mr. Fu seemed somewhat reluctant, and Host Wang thought that he really loved An Yelin to the core.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll do it. I'm good at this." Host Wang walked to the refrigerator, turned to An Yelin and said, "Xiao Lin, why don't you stop Mr. Fu from cooking? Who is Mr. Fu? His hands are used to control the lifeline of the world's economy. If he uses these hands to cook, it must be a disaster..."
Host Wang: …
Fu Qisheng: …
"you."
The head in the refrigerator stared at Host Wang with resentment.
"Oh my god, there's—"
Wang Zhizhu's scream was locked in his throat. Fu Qisheng didn't have time to think. He pressed his mouth tightly, and the huge force pushed him against the kitchen wall.
“Ugh!! Ugh!!”
Fu Qisheng slammed the refrigerator door shut, imprisoning his prey like a carnivore. Wang Zhizhu was still struggling, so he had to press him tighter: "... Remember your identity, and don't forget the contract between us! You know what to say and what not to say..."
The five million that Wang Zhuizhi gave him is still with him!
The posture between the two of them was extremely ambiguous and selfless. An Yelin turned his head at that moment.
"You are..."
Fu Qisheng: …
Host Wang: “Ehh…”
The warm atmosphere created by Mr. Fu disappeared in an instant. An Yelin held the kitchen knife and looked at him coldly. The scene was very awkward for a moment. Fu Qi said: "Xiao Lin, don't misunderstand..."
"Contract? What contract?" An Yelin suddenly smiled in a trance, "Is it like the contract I had with you in my previous life?"
While that worldly ambition tempted An Yelin to change his decision, it also subtly affected his worldview and IQ. He was already 100% in love, and he looked at the two people hugging each other, a little dazed.
"No, he and I are not..."
An Yelin looked at Wang Zhizhu who was pressed against the wall by Fu Qisheng. At that moment, he thought of himself in his previous life again.
This scene was very similar to the scene he had experienced in front of Fu Qisheng's white moonlight in his previous life. He had intruded into their date without any reason. Fu Qisheng covered his mouth and pressed him against the wall. Fu Qisheng, who had always used him as a lover's shield in front of everyone, only had his eyes reddened that time and begged him, "Remember your identity and don't forget the contract between us."
At this moment, he finally saw himself clearly. Wang Zhui was pressed against the wall by Fu Qisheng, his eyes were red, tears were streaming, and even his facial features were distorted by fear. An Yelin suddenly discovered that Wang Zhui also had a teardrop mole, and his outline looked a bit like him.
Just like he also looks like Mr. Fu’s white moonlight.
"You also have a teardrop mole..." An Yelin murmured emotionally.
Host Wang: "Eh-woo-woo-ahhhh!!"
—Help! Let me go! What did I do to offend anyone by having a teardrop mole? Can’t I just remove it
He didn't understand what the two were saying at all, and he just wanted to escape from the refrigerator that was beyond his common sense. But the tug of war between Fu An and the other continued. Fu Qisheng said: "You can listen to my explanation..."
An Yelin lowered his eyes and said coldly: "I'm going to wash my hands."
—Mr. Fu had treated him like this in his previous life. How could he expect the other party not to repeat the same mistake in this life
A strange idea broke free from the chaotic waters and appeared in his mind. For a moment, An Yelin felt that this idea seemed to belong to him, but also seemed not to belong to him.
He walked past the two of them, his eyes cold. Host Wang stretched out his hand to him in despair: "No—"
An Yelin finally stopped.
Fu Qisheng thought he was finally going to forgive him. Just as he was about to ask him to stay, he heard An Yelin say sadly, "The things in the last life are over. The story of our past is also over."
"No… "
After saying that, An Yelin felt his heart lighten for a moment, as if some terrible burden had finally been lifted from the depths of his heart. He looked back at the two of them, smiled at them and said, "Mr. Fu, once you choose someone in this life, treat him well. Don't chase him into his next life."
"Yelin, I don't know what you misunderstood. As long as you look around this house, you will know how much I love you—"
An Yelin paused, but still walked out of the kitchen.
For a moment, only Fu Qisheng and Wang Zhui were left in the kitchen. Fu Qisheng let go of his hand, and Wang Zhui slid down the wall.
"I... I..." Wang the host panted, "There is..."
Fu Qisheng didn't know how the head got into and out of his refrigerator. But after thinking about it, he could only interpret it as a frame-up by a competitor. He stared at the man who was shaking like mud on his face and said coldly, "You know what to say and what not to say."
Host Wang's eyes were blurred: "I know..."
Fu Qisheng thought that he was a man who knew what to do, and then he heard Wang Zhizhe loudly say: "I know I should call the police!"
"My contract..."
"Damn it, I came to this circle to make money, not to go to jail!" Host Wang screamed, "Ah! Someone come! The Fu family killed someone!!"
Fu Qisheng: …
He finally discovered something that even money could not change - criminal law.
Wang the host yelled at the camera in the kitchen. But he forgot that Fu Qisheng had already dealt with the camera in order to get along with An Yelin in private.
He had fallen into his own trap. Calling for help was futile, and Wang Zhuizhu was about to escape from the kitchen. But before he crossed the line, he felt a pain in his neck.
—Then, he fainted.
Fu Qisheng sat on him and called his bodyguard: "... Boss, find someone to get rid of that head, and then ask this host Wang..."
He frowned, thinking of the other party's rock-solid legal knowledge, and said, "There is only one road to go down the mountain, and there are people from the program team on that road. In this case, find a room to lock him up first - I'm in a haunted house anyway..."
He did as he was commanding, but he had no idea that a shadow was climbing up the wall and clinging to his body.
It was more difficult to win back An Yelin than he had imagined. Fu Qisheng couldn't help but sigh in annoyance.
When Fu Qisheng returned to the study, he was still immersed in distress. Not long after, his subordinates called him: "Mr. Fu, the host surnamed Wang has been punished, only..."
"Only what?"
The person on the phone hesitated and said, "There's only one piece of Alaskan cod in the refrigerator... There's no Alaskan head!"
"This is impossible!"
This was Fu Qisheng’s first reaction.
Money can make the devil work. Although he had been reborn once, as a capitalist, Fu Qisheng never believed in ghosts and gods. His first reaction was that someone had sneaked in when he left the kitchen and took away the head.
Now, besides him, there are only three other stars who come to participate in the show in Fu's house. Among them, the host Wang has been dealt with by him, the singer Zhao is also an insider he bribed, and the female writer is a weak and frightened girl...
So who put the head in the freezer? And who left him this warning
Fu Qisheng's emotions flowed among Chi Jixia, Ding Biehan, and Bo Jiang. These three were An Yelin's teammates, and on the surface, none of them had any motive to plot against him.
Fu Qisheng thought about it but couldn't think of a suspect. He put down his pen, came out of the study, and planned to look for An Yelin.
He looked at the bouquet of flowers beside the desk. He had ordered the flowers for An Yelin, and each of them was a gorgeous white rose. The roses were proud and gorgeous, just like the original An Yelin he had seen in the bar in his previous life.
Fu Qisheng didn't take the bouquet of roses for the time being. He walked out of the study and saw Yi Wan as he passed through the corridor.
And An Yelin.
Yi Wan and An Yelin were talking on the side of the road. An Yelin's face was not looking good, his eyes were still downcast, and his face was pale.
Fu Qisheng walked up to him and smiled: "Long time no see."
An Yelin raised his eyelids and looked at him. Fu Qisheng smiled at him and said to Yi Wan openly, "You took the soap distributed by the program team and planned to go back to your room to rest? Why do you look not so good?"
"Yeah." Yi Wan answered him first, "It's almost time. We are all tired. I plan to go back and rest first."
"What? It's really dangerous at night in the Fu residence." Mr. Fu said, "I'll take you back."
As he said this, he smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. The spirits in the Fu residence are also members of the Fu family. They will not embarrass me, a descendant of the Fu family."
"Is that so?" Yi Wan unexpectedly said, "I thought Mr. Fu was just brave."
Fu Qisheng didn't expect that he would praise him, so he smiled and said, "Anyone who can survive in the business world and achieve success is not too timid."
An Yelin did not express his opinion from beginning to end. The three of them walked in the same corridor. Gradually, Yi Wan was in front and the other two were behind.
The lights in the corridor flickered, and Fu Qisheng knew that this was a trap set by him, so he was not afraid. He grabbed An Yelin's wrist without anyone seeing him: "Don't be afraid."
"… All the mechanisms here were set up by you, what should I be afraid of?" An Yelin said coldly.
Although the words were unpleasant to hear, An Yelin was finally willing to help him. Fu Qisheng smiled and said, "I regret it a little. If I had known, I would not have told you the mechanism here."
"Why?"
"At least I can appear brave in front of you."
"Aren't you afraid there really are ghosts?"
"Then I won't be afraid either." Mr. Fu said softly, "As long as you are here... But maybe there really is a ghost?"
An Yelin shuddered. Mr. Fu knew that he was afraid of ghosts, and his smile deepened.
The staff in the control room began to discuss again.
"Confirm everyone's location."
"Just now the surveillance cameras in the kitchen and restaurant broke down again. I don't know where Wang Zhizhe has gone. Bo Jiang is very ambitious and is still investigating. Chi Jixia is afraid of ghosts and is eating. Ding Biehan... is near Mr. Fu's study."
"An Yelin and Yi Wan... they met Mr. Fu in the corridor. Mr. Fu sent them back. Zhao Gege and the female writer went back to their room. Wait, why is there one more person?" The staff was a little confused, "There seems to be a woman at the end of the corridor..."
She opened the interface and saw that the corridor was exactly the route that An Yelin and the other two had to take to return to their room. "What's going on? Why is the surveillance screen flashing again?"
The three of them stopped.
Yi Wan also saw the girl standing at the end of the corridor. The girl had long black hair, her hands were hanging down, and she was wearing a bloodstained white dress.
He took a step back without leaving a trace.
“Then…” An Yelin was stunned.
Mr. Fu frowned.
The atmosphere between him and An Yelin was just right, but was interrupted by the visitor. The organization and staff in this house were all arranged by him. He didn't remember hiring this girl, and he didn't know why this staff member was so tactless.
"Mr. Fu." Yi Wan, who was standing in front, said, "I think it would be better for me to take another route..."
"No need to change the route." Mr. Fu said gracefully, "I'll go talk to her."
"...Talk to a ghost?"
"I've never been afraid of these things since I was a child." He smiled in a low voice, "Besides, Lin is tired, I don't want him to take a detour."
As he spoke, Mr. Fu walked towards the girl in the white dress and long hair. He knew that the girl was his staff, so he made his voice mellow and confident: "Miss, may I ask your name? Can you make way for me and my friend..."
"thump."
A bloody head fell on the ground.
Fu Qisheng: "... for a moment."
The headless corpse rushed towards him. Mr. Fu let out an uncontrollable scream that shook the entire building.