"Something happened?"
"Who's calling?"
After hearing the shrill scream, the people who were originally distributed in various positions put down what they were doing and ran towards the place where the scream came from.
The narrow staircase was immediately blocked. Bo Jiangchi Jixia, who was leading the group, looked nervous, and the female writer huddled at the back. Zhao Gege was in the middle, but his expression was calm.
—Another unlucky person got scared by the mechanism in the house, she thought.
Like Wang, singer Zhao also received money from Fu Qi for participating in the show. Unlike Wang, she didn't want to compete for the first place in the show. As long as she could make money, it was enough for her. Fu Qi didn't ask too much of her. As long as she looked at An Yelin, said good things for him, and pretended to be scared at the right time to show Mr. Fu's brave and calm personality, it was enough.
—Mr. Fu’s dedication made her somewhat envious of An Yelin.
Therefore, she knew that there were no ghosts in the mansion, and all the traps and supernatural stories were not made up by Mr. Fu to catch people. So when she heard the screams and followed everyone upstairs, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "Although the traps here are made very realistic, this man is too timid, isn't he? He screamed so loudly, and he is not a man, he is too cowardly..."
She remembered that An Yelin and Yi Wan were on the second floor just now. Could they be the ones who screamed? This is how the young handsome men these days are, all packaged up beautifully. But when you take off the wrapping paper, what is inside is nothing but a bunch of idiots without substance or manliness.
What Zhao Ge despised most in her life was timid men. She liked CEOs like Fu Qi. When signing the performance contract, Fu Qi sat opposite her. The calm man was elegant, handsome, rich, and affectionate. He was willing to take out a whole house to play games with An Yelin. Thanks to the developed CEO culture in recent years, Fu Qi's online fame is no less than that of popular stars.
Therefore, An Yelin, who refused to agree to Mr. Fu's pursuit, was a bit ungrateful. Singer Zhao often thought, if she were An Yelin, she would have...
"Someone fainted." Chi Jixia said.
"Is this Fu... Fu Qi?" said Bo Jiang, who was at the back.
Singer Zhao: …
Singer Zhao stared at the scene at the end of the corridor in amazement. The pretty boy An Yelin and Yi Wan, who she had just dissed in her heart, were standing by the wall. An Yelin's face was a little pale, but Yi Wan looked unusually calm. The ancient beauty Bo Jiang was squatting down, using her fingers to feel the breath and pulse of the person lying on the ground...
And that person...
"The palpitations and restlessness are probably caused by fright." Bo Jiang said.
"Brother Bo Jiang, you know how to take a pulse." Yi Wan said.
"He has a rough knowledge of medicine." Bo Jiang said, "I found some herbs in the yard this afternoon. You can get some Poria cocos, Atractylodes macrocephala, Shenqu... etc., and boil them into a soup for him to drink."
Zhao Ge let go of the female writer and walked towards the person on the ground. The elegant and confident Mr. Fu was now slumped on the ground. He closed his eyes, his eyes were dark, and his facial features were ferocious, as if he had been extremely frightened.
"What happened just now?" Chi Jixia interrupted Bo Jiang's introduction to Chinese medicine, "Why didn't he come for a while, and then... "
"We just saw a ghost." Yi Wan said, "The ghost's head fell off, and Mr. Fu was scared."
Chi Jixia: "Fuck, the ghost in this house even scares its own offspring?"
…
… No way
… Mr. Fu was frightened by a ghost? But weren’t those all the mechanisms he designed and the staff he hired
Singer Zhao felt that this world was extremely magical for a moment, and even felt that her idol filter was shattered. She followed the crowd and carried Fu Qi to the first floor lobby. The camera of the program group faithfully recorded Fu Qi's ugly appearance at this time.
Fu Qi was placed on the sofa, and the others sat down. Yi Wan sat next to An Yelin. He noticed that An Yelin was shaking, so he patted his shoulder gently.
"I'm fine." An Yelin sensed his support and said in a low voice, "I'm just a little..."
Yi Wan said with some understanding: "He does look ugly now, and it's normal for you to feel hopeless. And when the ghost attacked just now, he didn't even tell you to run fast."
An Yelin: "... I'm just a little scared. There's actually a ghost in this house?"
The love-hate relationship with Mr. Fu disappeared from An Yelin's mind for the time being. Instead, he was eager to survive. Yi Wan looked at An Yelin and blinked, but did not say anything more that would expose himself.
"It's strange, where is Wang the host?" Chi Jixia, who was pinching his nose to avoid the smell of medicine, was not in a good mood, but was still looking around, "With such a big commotion, where did he go? There is Ding Biehan..."
"Yi Wan."
A cold and desolate voice sounded outside the living room. Everyone looked up and saw Ding Biehan standing in the corner. He nodded to everyone and said to Yi Wan: "Yi Wan, come out for a moment..."
After seeing Fu Qi lying unconscious on the sofa surrounded by people, Ding Biehan's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.
Ding Biehan: …
Yi Wan: ^ ^
…
"… Fu Qi suddenly started to act. I saw his people knocked out Wang the host and hid him in the basement of the western-style building." On the corridor, Ding Biehan frowned, "I guess that basement is the place they reserved for the ceremony."
"Master Wang is the first sacrifice controlled by them. After him, Fu Qi's people will definitely find a way to separate us and defeat us one by one. From now on, we'd better not act alone." Ding Biehan lowered his eyes and said his own inference, biting his fingertips, "No, Fu Qi's actions are too suspicious... They say he saw a ghost and fainted..."
"Yeah." Yi Wan said.
Yi Wan did not hide the confusion from Ding Biehan. He looked at Ding Biehan with his dark eyes, as if he had full confidence in his ability to push. Finally, Ding Biehan began to sneer again: "I understand."
"What do you understand?"
"It's a self-torture tactic. He wants to use it to relax our vigilance against him and gain our sympathy. This will help him to carry out the next move..."
"What will be his next move?" Yi Wan said.
Ding Biehan stared at the brightly lit hall. In the hall, Mr. Fu was still unconscious. Ding Biehan uttered a few cold words: "I don't know."
“… But I believe he will eventually reveal his purpose. And I will never let his conspiracy succeed.” Ding Biehan said.
"I believe you." Yi Wan patted his shoulder. "But I think it's best not to tell others about our inference about this conspiracy—at least, not until our plan is completed."
—Especially when it comes to Yu Rong. Yi Wan thought.
He looked up at the cameras in the distance. He realized that Yu Rong had been watching them through these cameras all day long.
He is so simple.
Now he was standing in the blind spot of the surveillance camera. No one would hear the conversation between him and Ding Biehan. But Yi Wan still felt a little itchy in his fingertips.
Whether it was backstage at "Oz", at the An family's banquet, or at the Bo family's backstage, he stood behind the puppet shows in this world, in a blind spot that no one could see clearly, using his fingertips to pluck the silk strings that manipulated the puppets, as if he were just a passerby.
But Yu Rong will always see him.
Yi Wan looked at the red dot belonging to the camera in the darkness and smiled innocently.
He is, but not an indifferent visitor.
He is, and yet he is not, a kind and compassionate passerby.
In this world, puppet strings are intertwined, and he walks in the spider web, plucking the silk threads with his fingertips to change the ending, with a strong or not-so-strong desire to change. There is only one thing that is clear to him.
—He only knows how to play with the threads, but he doesn’t want any of them to get tangled around his fingers, around his throat, or…
Make him a prisoner of any story, or anyone.
"I understand. The fewer people know about it, the safer we are." Ding Biehan understood what Yi Wan wanted to express in just a moment, "Some people have discovered the conspiracy and the truth. But when they share them, the fools who listen will only laugh and scold them, calling them crazy. Moreover, even if my deduction is so rigorous, they will not believe it."
Ding Biehan was not surprised that Yi Wan said this.
Yi Wan: “That’s right.”
He looked calm and did not tell a single lie to Ding Biehan from beginning to end.
No, I've long been accustomed to this kind of loneliness, Ding Biehan thought. When he first entered the infinite flow game at the age of 17, others only regarded his requests for help as the ravings of a lunatic.
"... If we can't reveal Fu Qi's conspiracy to the outside world, we can't make him suffer legal sanctions, right?" Yi Wan continued, "I guess he won't let An Yelin go so easily. After all, as he said, he is so..."
Yi Wan paused, as if enduring something: "... filial piety."
Ding Biehan frowned. He seemed to be at a loss. Yi Wan suddenly said, "Brother Biehan."
"Um?"
"Has it been a week since the last time?"
"What one week?" Ding Biehan asked with some confusion.
Yi Wan rolled her eyes: "Nothing."
Ding Biehan:?
Ding Biehan didn't understand what Yi Wan wanted to say. But when he wanted to ask more, Yi Wan took the lead and held his hand: "Brother Biehan, we will definitely be able to defeat Mr. Fu's conspiracy."
Yi Wan's hands were warm and soft, in stark contrast to his hands which were always cold. Ding Biehan was stunned for a moment, then smiled.
"Yeah," he said.
He looked towards Fu's house - a brightly lit western-style building that contained many conspiracies. Yi Wan stood in the bright lights, quietly and isolated. He and Yi Wan looked at each other, like two comrades-in-arms who shared loneliness.
There was a buzz of excitement coming from the hall in the distance.
"He's awake!!" This was Chi Jixia's voice.
"Mr. Fu is awake! Hey? What do you want?" This was Zhao Ge's flattering voice.
"cell phone… "
"cell phone?"
"Give me the phone. The production team, yes, the production team! I'm going to tell the production team right now and ask them to cancel this show!" Mr. Fu's voice was a mixture of anger and fear, "What the hell is going on..."
"Mr. Fu, please calm down." This was Bo Jiang's voice, "I just saw something in the corridor..."
Fu Qi sat on the sofa, gasping for breath. The scene of the female ghost's head falling to the ground kept replaying in his mind, the bloody head rolling on the ground, like a nightmare that could never be shaken off.
He held the phone in extreme panic, but his finger stopped on the dial button. Several eyes shot at him from all directions, some of them were puzzled, some were confused, some were afraid...
There was only one cool and complex one.
The slightly cold gaze came from An Yelin.
Fu Qi suddenly stopped moving his fingers. Under An Yelin's gaze, he felt that his disqualified CEO IQ was back.
The incident just happened in a hurry, and he was in a hurry to see the female ghost. But is the female ghost really a female ghost
Since he can send actors to infiltrate Fu's house, how can he guarantee that the program crew will not send actors to infiltrate Fu's house for the sake of program effect
Moreover, the special effects team of the program crew is much better than the special effects team he found!
"... I'm fine." Fu Qi was filled with fear and doubt, but he still slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, "I was a little out of control just now, I'm really embarrassed. I didn't expect to see... my grandmother in the corridor."
"grandmother?"
"Yes. I saw my grandmother when I was young. The way she died left a huge psychological shadow on me. I didn't expect to see her here... in such a miserable state." Fu Qi said very filially, "So I... lost my composure. I'm really sorry."
"Oh oh." Everyone expressed their understanding, "So that's it."
The staff behind the camera also expressed their understanding: "So that's how it is. No wonder, I remember Mr. Fu said he was very courageous. It turns out that he didn't do it out of fear, but out of grief."
Only Yu Rongshi stared at the screen. Yi Wan asked Ding Biehan to monitor the blind spot again. He couldn't see what they were doing, nor could he hear their voices.
But he had a vague sense of foreboding.
"…Since Mr. Fu is awake, let's go. It's late at night, let's stay in our rooms and don't move." Bo Jiang naturally took on the responsibility of leading everyone. He glanced at everyone and frowned, "Where is Host Wang?"
"It seems that I haven't seen him since dinner time..." the female writer said blankly.