Host Wang is missing!
The lights in the hall were brightly on. Everyone looked at each other, and felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet and rushing straight into their hearts. Fu Qisheng, who was leaning on the sofa, had a slightly gloomy look in his eyes.
He didn't expect that the disappearance of Master Wang would be mentioned so soon.
"Maybe he went back to his room?" Zhao Ge said.
She knew that Wang Zhui, like herself, had received money from Mr. Fu. Although she didn't understand why Mr. Fu screamed and fainted, she believed that there was definitely no ghost in this house.
Therefore, he no longer believed that Master Wang would be harmed by ghosts.
Bo Jiang frowned. He whispered a few words to Chi Jixia, who was dozing off on the other side. Although she hummed and said she didn't want to play, she still went downstairs with him.
Not long after, the two of them came out of the guest room on the third floor. Bo Jiang held a flashlight, and her pretty face was illuminated by it, making it look a little eerie: "There's no one in his room."
"... Not only his room, there's no one on the third floor, and there's no one on the second floor. We called his name in the corridor, but there was no response." The usually cold Bo Jiang now seemed like a qualified captain. He frowned and said in confusion, "So..."
"After dinner, he has been missing for sure."
Bo Jiang's words were like a huge rock, hitting the calm lake and making a splash. Thinking of the haunted house nature of the Fu Family Mansion, several people couldn't help but gasp. The most timid female writer said, "Let's call the program team... If the host Wang is really missing, the program team should suspend the program and help us find him, right?"
The words "suspend the program" touched singer Zhao's sensitive nerves.
"Actually, there's no need. It's only been more than three hours. There are only a few people who can let people in and out of the villa." Zhao Gege hurriedly stopped him, "Maybe he is hiding somewhere alone and communicating with the spirit world? Host Wang has some special abilities. Maybe he doesn't want to be disturbed now."
The most important clause in the contract she signed with Fu Qisheng was to ensure the smooth running of the program. Seeing victory in sight, she didn't want to give up halfway.
"Song Ge Zhao is right." Fu Qisheng also said, "Please rest assured, the Fu family members all have a sense of propriety. Nothing that could harm your life will happen in this villa."
"Sense of proportion?"
"The Fu residence is not a particularly evil residence. The ghosts that are here are just the ancestors of the Fu family. What they are looking for and what they are complaining about are just love and hatred. You can rest assured..."
The two of them tried to get over the matter by talking to each other. Fu Qisheng sat on the sofa and saw that everyone stopped pursuing the matter and went back to their rooms.
An Yelin also went back with Yi Wan and the others. He looked cold and said nothing, only glancing at Fu Qisheng as he left.
Fu Qisheng also returned to the study, his mind full of the female ghost with the head dropped. After thinking for a while in an upset mood, Fu Qisheng looked gloomy and clicked the bodyguard's number on his mobile phone.
As an autocratic CEO, Fu Qisheng required all his employees to answer his phone within five rings at any time of day or night. This also led to the rapid turnover of secretaries at the Fu Group. But this time, the bodyguard actually made him wait for more than ten seconds before answering the phone.
The voice on the other end of the phone was strange, mixed with the crackling sound of electricity and the humming sound of something like wind and rain. This noise made Fu Qisheng upset. At that moment, he thought that when the weather got cold, he would definitely make China Telecom, which had a bad signal, go bankrupt.
"Have you found the head?" He was too lazy to add any more noise and spoke briefly to the person on the other end of the phone.
“Woo—woo—”
The sound of the wind on the other end of the line was shrill, mixed with a mixed, mumbling voice. Fu Qisheng couldn't understand how his security guard's language skills could have deteriorated to such a level in just half an hour. He glanced at his phone again and thought it was China Telecom's fault.
"Boss, there are people in the house..." Finally, a few incoherent phrases came from the other end of the phone.
"Keep looking. When you find the head, come to my study." Fu Qisheng interrupted the voice without any patience. "I don't need any explanation!"
The sound of wind and rain on the other end of the phone finally stopped for a moment, and finally, Mr. Fu heard a weak "Yes..." from the other end of the phone.
Mr. Fu hung up the phone with satisfaction.
On the other end of the phone, the black-clad bodyguard huddled in a corner in fear. He was already unconscious, his pupils dilated, his mouth wide open, like a broken rag doll.
Behind him, a young, withered hand picked up his cell phone and held it in its hand.
"… Second floor, study, Mr. Fu…"
It imitated the man's tone.
…
Fu Qisheng threw the phone down.
He leaned back in his Italian-made, natural leather boss chair, his eyes sinister and his expression cold. The aura of a CEO, which was intimidating without even getting angry, returned to him. He was so upset that he reached out and sent a WeChat message to his secretary to order several small companies to go bankrupt.
It was not until this moment that Fu Qisheng finally felt that his destiny was back in his own hands.
"A female ghost? A haunted woman? Whoever dares to fool me, I will make him pay the price..."
Also An Yelin.
When he thought of this, Mr. Fu's eyes softened again. He picked up the roses on the table. These were carefully prepared by his father, An Yelin. Each rose was worth 999, and was large and fragrant.
only…
"Why do I feel that this bunch of roses is heavier and bigger than before?" Mr. Fu thought, "Is it because it has begun to bloom?"
He looked down at the bouquet carefully and indeed felt that it was more "blooming" than the day before. However, Mr. Fu did not know much about flowers, so he did not take this change to heart.
He originally planned to send it out tonight, but unfortunately, accidents kept interrupting his journey. However, Mr. Fu believed that since God had brought him back here, he and An Yelin would definitely get back together.
Mr. Fu stared at it, his usually cold eyes now gentle as water. It was 11 o'clock in the evening, and he estimated that An Yelin was still awake. So he picked it up and walked out of the study.
This time he deliberately took a detour and went down the stairs from the other side. Even so, he still breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the empty corner of the stairs.
An Yelin lived in the room at the end of the corridor on the third floor, living with Yi Wan. This was a special arrangement made by Mr. Fu to facilitate their trysts at night. When he reached the end of the corridor, he looked up at the door and thought it was a little dirty, but he didn't care much.
"I'll ask a servant to clean it in a few days," he thought.
He knocked on the door at the end of the corridor with his fingers. An Yelin didn't respond for a long time, but he was very patient.
From passing each other in the previous life to meeting again in this life, Mr. Fu knew that the only thing he wanted to do in this life was to spend it hand in hand with An Yelin.
As long as that fair, soft right hand could hold his wrist again, he would do anything.
This is what Fu Qisheng thought.
only…
"Why do I feel the rose in my hand is getting heavier?"
The rose was indeed getting heavier, and there seemed to be some creature crawling inside. Fu Qisheng was very puzzled. He lowered his head to look at the rose, and wanted to investigate, but he heard light footsteps.
Footsteps sounded from inside the room, and Fu Qisheng's eyes lit up instantly.
—An Yelin, he’s out!
…
Yi Wan came out of the bathroom and wiped his head with a towel. He saw An Yelin sitting beside the bed, looking absent-minded, so he asked, "Yelin, what's wrong with you?"
“…Nothing.” An Yelin regained his concentration and said.
He was about to speak but stopped, and finally, after Yi Wan sat next to him, he began to speak: "Yi Wan..."
"What's wrong?"
"Does the program team arrange for us to share our findings about this house at 11:00 tomorrow morning?"
Yi Wan: “Yeah.”
"Actually..." An Yelin said as if he had made up his mind, "I know the story that was 'made up' in this house. I'm going to tell you - don't look at me like that. Whether I can win in this variety show or not is meaningless to me."
For him, winning or losing in a variety show will not have any positive impact on his life.
He smiled, his expression as fragile as glass: "Whether I like it or not, my life is already entangled with his. Even if I no longer love him, our fates are already inseparable. I don't love him, I just don't understand, if I lose my hatred for him and deny the past, how should I live..."
"People don't live for any meaning, but live to find meaning." Yi Wan said, "You are tired, go to bed first."
An Yelin shook his head, his voice still a little dazed: "I don't know how long I can hold on to his entanglement. Now he is the only one who knows my past and shares my secrets. I don't want to take anything he gives me. But I don't have anything good to give you, Yi Wan. So, I want to give you the truth about this house..."
A bright and sad atmosphere lingered in the room. Yi Wan closed his eyes at this moment and stopped wiping his wet hair with a towel: "Yelin."
"Um?"
"Did you go to the next door... It sounded like footsteps?" he said, "Like something crawling on the ground."
An Yelin: "Next door? Who lives next door to us?"
"It seems to be Host Wang. There's even a knock on the door." Yi Wan said calmly, "Let's go out and take a look."
He took An Yelin with him and went out. Yi Wan pushed the door open a crack. He saw Fu Qisheng standing at the end of the corridor, holding a bouquet of roses.
Fu Qisheng lowered his head and waited in silence. He looked thin and long-legged, handsome and melancholy, like a lonely violinist waiting for his lover in the rain on a street corner.
As expected of a domineering CEO, even the scene of waiting for someone to open the door is so beautiful, except...
Yi Wan and An Yelin's room is the last room at the end of the corridor.
So where does Mr. Fu stand on the “real estate front” now
In this horrific scene, Yi Wan remained calm. He did not open the door, but made a gap for An Yelin to see.
An Yelin also saw the beautiful waiting scene through the crack of the door:…
"If I remember correctly," Yi Wan whispered softly, "the person who lives in the house next to ours is Host Wang."
Yi Wanxiao didn't lie. Wang's room was indeed next to theirs—but it was on the left.
There was only a wall on the right side of their room.
But An Yelin, who had been distracted by the bloody story for the whole day, didn't notice this at all. He only vaguely remembered that Wang the host did live next to him. His fingers began to tremble slightly, and Yi Wan continued in his ear: "You see, no story is unchanging."
"One life passes and another life follows. No life will repeat the story of the previous one. He will have a new substitute, a new crematorium, and a new story."
A gentle breath blew the transparent silk thread wrapped around the puppet. An Yelin was awakened as if by a splash of cold water. He stepped back into the room step by step, smiling bitterly: "It turns out that I thought too much. He was not waiting for me."
Yi Wan looked at him silently and gently, then closed the door.
—Who would have thought that a horror story like "an extra row of rooms at the end of the corridor" could actually have such an effect in a melodramatic story.
-After all, if the president and the protagonist go into the wrong room, it will often lead to a one-night stand. If the protagonist goes into the wrong room, it will only trigger a death ending.
"Go to the toilet and wash your face." Yi Wan said kindly, "You are brave enough to cry in there. The toilet is well soundproofed, I won't see anything."
An Yelin smiled a little embarrassedly. It was only then that his revived IQ realized that Yi Wan already knew everything.
"You know everything about what happened between him and me?" he said.
"I know a little." Yi Wan said.
An Yelin opened the bathroom. Yi Wan naturally closed the door for him. The soundproofing material of the bathroom well blocked out the crying in the toilet, and also blocked out…
The sound of doors opening, ghosts crawling out, and screams came from the corridor.
“Ah!!!” The shrill screams rang out again, “Ghost…Ghost!!”
The chaotic sound of footsteps echoed throughout the corridor. He heard the sound of Mr. Fu tumbling and crawling away from the corridor. Yi Wan quietly opened the door a crack and heard the screams of Chi Jixia and the female writer - they also ran out of their rooms after seeing the silence.
They couldn't see the last row of rooms, but they could see the twisted, swollen figure in the corner of the corridor.
It was a drowned ghost attracted by the formation. The ghost was swollen, his skin was blue, and his eyes were bloodshot. Sticky liquid was flowing all over his body. Yi Wan looked at it through the crack in the door. He saw Ding Biehan and Zhao Gege also ran out of the room. When they came out, the drowned ghost disappeared into the depths of the corridor.
Only the wet marks on the red carpet showed its former existence. The female writer screamed and ran down the stairs in a state of collapse, unable to bear it any longer.
Everyone started running, including Ding Biehan—even though Ding Biehan's goal was to catch the drowning ghost.
As he passed through the corridor, he made eye contact with Yi Wan who was in the room. The handsome young man with dark eyes looked at him and smiled faintly.
Encouraged by his comrades, Ding Biehan ran even harder.
Yi Wan closed the door. An Yelin came out of the bathroom at this moment. Although the bathroom was well soundproofed, he still noticed the silence in the corridor: "What happened just now?"
"Someone has run into a ghost." Yi Wan said.
"ah???"
"You rest in the room for a while, I'll go out and take a look." Yi Wan advised.
He closed the door, leaving An Yelin, the melodramatic story, alone in the room. Chi Jixia was still standing in the corridor, staring at the wet marks on the carpet. He grabbed his collar and said in an unbelievable voice, "There are actually ghosts in this world..."
"Yes." Yi Wan said.
He walked along the corridor alone. There were some pure rose petals scattered on the ground. He picked up the petals and put them to his nose to smell.
The passerby's sense of smell was not very sensitive, so he could not smell any ghostly aura, but he still smelled some damp and cold breath.
Something is hidden in that bouquet of roses.
"This story is simpler than I thought, and Mr. Fu ran faster than I thought." He thought, "Otherwise..."
Otherwise, he could have told him. The way An Yelin died silently in the sea in his previous life was very similar to the drowned ghost that crawled out of the hut.
This world is always full of thousands of surprising and exquisite coincidences.
Behind him, Chi Jixia leaned against the wall, all his sleepiness was awakened. He gasped heavily, finally gritted his teeth and started calling the system.
Chi Jixia: "Help me, this variety show is actually haunted!!"
System: “Fuck it—”
Chi Jixia thought for a moment, then decisively closed the door, locked it, and said to the void: "Hurry up, hurry up, there are no movies about Yin Yang Master or ghost hunters? I want to sleep now-"
Chi Jixia is full of confidence.
Now he wants to sleep, travel through time, learn about catching ghosts, and possess the power to change his life!
until…
"What movie?"
The man's voice was soft and cold, but it woke him up like a bucket of ice water.
Chi Jixia: …
He stared at Bo Jiang in amazement. Bo Jiang, who had just been woken up from a dream, also looked at him in confusion.
And frowned.
Chi Jixia: “… Damn, I was careless!!”
Before Bo Jiang could make more noises, Chi Jixia made a prompt decision. He covered Bo Jiang's mouth with his hand and said, "Don't say anything or ask anything for now."
Bo Jiang:?
Bo Jiang's lips were controlled by his hand. His long eyelashes fluttered, and he didn't understand Chi Jixia's intention. Chi Jixia said: "Be quiet, the situation is urgent now, so..."
Bo Jiang spelled out the words "所?" with his eyes.
Chi Jixia: "So, don't disturb my sleep now."
Due to the emergency, Chi Jixia, who was most afraid of ghosts, could not give more explanations. He closed his eyes and lay back on the bed as quickly as possible to fall asleep. Bo Jiang sat beside him, staring at him with an inexplicable look in his eyes.
He watched him and felt that he might be in possession of a strange secret.
…
President Fu ran all the way to the study room holding a rose.
Magical!! This world is completely magical!!
He could never forget the scene of seeing the drowned ghost crawling out of the room - the ghost was pale and swollen, as if it had been soaked in sea water for many days, and the gray eyes looking at him were like a horrible nightmare. He threw himself on the sofa, hugged a rose, and gasped heavily.
"What on earth is this..."
At this moment, he felt his wrist was cold.
A young hand reached out from the bouquet and grasped his wrist.