"ah!!!"
The pale ghost hand was cold and damp, as if it had been fished out from the deep sea. Fu Qisheng was held by it, and he could no longer suppress the collapse and fear in his heart.
He shook off the ghost's hand, as if shaking off the most horrible memory. The door of the study was locked before he knew it. He screamed and kicked the still growing bouquet to the side, and curled up under the locked windowsill.
He is the president, he is not in desperate situation yet, he still has employees to exploit!
The bouquet in the middle of the road was still bulging. It looked like a ghost was stretching out from the wrapping paper and about to crawl out, and the paper made a sizzling sound as it rubbed against the paper. Fu Qisheng saw a hand, two hands... He called the security guard.
"Come to the study right now!" As soon as the call was connected, Fu Qisheng, without waiting for the person on the other end to speak, issued a hysterical order - just like what he usually did to every secretary, every security guard, and every employee, "I said now, immediately, come within two minutes, or you will be fired..."
There was no human voice on the other end of the line, only the crackling sound of electricity and the whirring sea breeze. Finally, when the pale and twisted human body was about to break free from the bouquet, Fu Qisheng heard a sharp and resentful laugh.
The laughter did not come from the microphone, but from behind him!
"I'll do it!" The ghost lying behind Mr. Fu faithfully carried out Mr. Fu's orders.
Fu Qisheng: …
Fu Qisheng's eyes rolled back due to the great stimulation, and he finally collapsed against the wall.
… Ancestors! Yes, ancestors! There is an ancestral hall in the Fu family’s old house that houses tablets!
Even though he had been reborn once, Fu Qisheng had never believed in feudal superstition. Otherwise, he would never have been bold enough to follow his ancestors to make up bloody ghost stories to chase people. But at this moment, he finally saw the dawn of hope in his near-comatose convulsions.
Even if he was dead and nailed in a coffin, he would crawl to the ancestral hall before passing out and seek the protection of his ancestors!
This was Fu Qisheng's last thought. He bit his arm, trying to wake himself up, and struggled to crawl to the ancestral hall.
…
The Fu family's mansion was in chaos. Screams, cries, and the sound of people running and pushing each other echoed throughout the corridor.
The ghosts attracted by the spirit summoning array were running around in Fu's house. These ghosts were originally lonely souls wandering in the wilderness, and now entering Fu's house was like entering a happy hometown.
The Fu residence was full of people, and people's fear was fresh and delicious. Fear would increase the power of ghosts. The fear from Mr. Fu before was undoubtedly the biggest nutrient that made them stronger.
Perhaps it was because the luck of the male protagonist in the second reincarnation of Chasing Wife at the Crematorium was really amazing. Mr. Fu's scream broke through the defense and released a large amount of energy. It not only benefited the ghosts in the Fu's house, but also attracted the lonely ghosts within a hundred miles. They came from all directions, swarmed into this western-style building with joy, feasted on these fearful emotions, and chased and intercepted the fleeing crowd.
This is Mr. Fu’s crematorium, and also a BBQ buffet for the ghosts!
The fleeing crowd included several celebrities, as well as several innocent photographers who were sent by the production crew to repair equipment or to shoot additional footage. They ran around in panic in every corridor and corner, holding their own equipment or cleaning tools.
"The eyes of the person in this portrait move!"
"I kicked something... Help me! It's a human head! It's biting my trouser leg!"
"I used that vase to smash its head to save you... Wait, why is there a person curled up in this vase?"
"Just now there was a female ghost in white chasing me... Hmm? Why is there a track here?"
The logistics girl who was running away stopped and looked at the base of the wall in confusion—behind the lifted wallpaper, the track for transporting the ghost was clearly visible.
"Don't worry about it, just run!" someone screamed.
The girl then temporarily forgot about the unclear track and followed it.
The ghosts in Fu's house are either real or fake. The fake ones are made by Fu Qisheng's team, and the real ones are introduced by Yi Wan. But now the real and fake ones are mixed together, and the people in great panic can't tell them apart.
So this night turned into an even bigger feast of horror.
The female writer curled up in a corner, covering her head and screaming. She was sleeping when the incident happened. As the only one with spiritual power among the three "metaphysical masters", she was affected and saw much more than those two swindlers.
Therefore, ghosts also like to come to her very much. For example, when she passed by the wall just now, the person on the mural stretched out his hand and almost pulled her into the ghost painting. The female writer twisted her ankle in the struggle and could only curl up at the foot of the wall in fear.
"How could there be so many ghosts in the Fu family!!" the female writer thought desperately, "Some drowned, some were beheaded, some starved to death in the woods, and some were quarreled in the ancestral hall three days ago... How many people died in this sinful house!!"
The female writer knew that these ghosts were mostly wild ghosts attracted by the formation, so they were mostly native ghosts born and raised on this land. When a white shadow passed by, the female writer began to scream subconsciously.
It was at this time that she heard Yi Wan's voice.
"Everyone, get up and follow me to the Fu family's ancestral hall on the second floor." Yi Wan's voice was light and clear, but it was convincing. "That should be the safest place in this western-style building."
The female writer didn't realize Yi Wan's existence until then. She said that during the whole day's trip, Yi Wan had no sense of existence at all.
But when the crisis occurred, he was the first to stand up, much faster than the arrogant Wang host, and much braver than the elegant Fu Qisheng.
Over…
"Go to the ancestral hall? Are there ghosts in the ancestral hall?" The female writer said tremblingly, "There are so many ghosts on the road, how could there be more ghosts in the ancestral hall? That is the place with the heaviest ghost aura in the entire Fu family..."
How could the female writer know that these ghosts were brought here by Yi Wan himself? Yi Wan said, "It doesn't matter. Everything is based on first come first served. And..."
"Mr. Fu is a descendant of the Fu family. The spirits in the ancestral hall will definitely protect him... I think Fu Qisheng should have thought of this as well."
Some beautiful scenes of evil being punished always need a crowd... or an audience.
Yi Wan's eyelashes trembled when she said this.
The magnificent Fu residence during the day became another stage at night. Thousands of transparent silk threads intertwined in the residence. And he was like a patient and ordinary director, pulling the silk threads and letting everyone go to where he needed.
He reached out his hand to help the female writer up. The female writer was very grateful and said to him, "Thank you."
"It's okay." Yi Wan said.
Zhao Gege also ran along the corridor on the second floor with Yi Wan and the female writer. She came out of her room late, so she didn't see the drowned ghost lying on the carpet, and she was filled with anxiety and confusion.
Her anxiety comes from the acting and disappearance of Fu Qisheng, who pays her salary. Her confusion is easier to understand.
"Where on earth did Mr. Fu get so many awesome props?"
She almost bumped into a human head balloon while walking through the corridor. When she reached out to wave the balloon away, she also felt the smoothness coming from her fingertips. That feeling was not like artificial leather or silicone, but like another human skin.
... Can current technology achieve such a level of bionics
Zhao Ge had a vague sense of foreboding. As a very cautious person, she always carried a copy of the contract signed by Fu Qisheng and her with her. She secretly touched the paper in her inner pocket, trying to give herself some courage.
The four of them went upstairs in a mighty manner. Yi Wan even picked up An Yelin who was originally in the room. Zhao Ge was surprised to find that after knowing that Fu's house was haunted, An Yelin's originally pale face actually brightened a lot. He followed behind the others and also planned to run to the ancestral hall for refuge.
They were accompanied by a photographer. The 1.9-meter-tall man was so frightened by the ghost that he burst into tears and huddled behind Yi Wan, trembling with the female writer.
"So there's a ghost in this house?!" The photography staff member said with tears in his eyes, "If I had known earlier, I would have come here earlier..."
"I've told you before that there are ghosts here! But there are more ghosts here than I thought..." the female writer said weakly, and was frightened by the black shadow that flashed past the window and shivered.
She screamed and slid backwards, but Yi Wan held her hand to steady her. This scene was faithfully recorded by the camera hidden in the room.
The staff could not see the ghosts through the surveillance video. All they could see were empty corridors, erratic shadows, and the stars and other staff running away.
"Fuck, is this house haunted?"
"Something's happening now!"
"What should we do? Should we go and take care of it?"
"Don't worry about it, this is the effect of the show. Real stories and real reactions are the best show effects!" The chief director of "Science War" slapped his thigh and hammered, "With so many cameras watching, someone will die on the spot! If no one dies, we dare to shoot anything!"
However, after making this decision, he still planned to turn around and exchange opinions with Yu Rongshi who was sitting next to him. After all, Yu Rongshi was the contact person between this program and the official organization...
Chief Director: ?
The chair belonging to Yu Rongshi is empty, where is he
Opportunities can be lost, but they will come back. Since Yu Rong was still there, the director planned to follow his own plan. He knew the traffic password. Although he did not dare to enter the house, he still skillfully arranged for the staff to operate the cameras and record every scene in the villa.
"… In this segment, the female writer and several staff members screamed. Cut it out and use it as a comparison group!"
"Ding Biehan walked through this corridor, dodging several picture frames that suddenly fell. He is quite skilled... Cut it too! He seems to be walking towards the ancestral hall as well?"
"When facing fear, the most realistic response is the real traffic code. Apart from our variety show, where else can you see such a lively scene? Go ahead, shoot, shoot all of them, and give out bonuses after the filming is completed!"
The staff, who were originally a little flustered, seemed to be relieved. They sympathized with their colleagues who had entered the building, and started working in an orderly manner.
"Has anyone seen Zhao Gege?"
"She is with Yi Wan."
"Where are the two girls of Bo Jiang?"
"They are still hiding in their rooms. They may be afraid."
"Have you found Master Wang? He is good at metaphysics, and I have placed a bet on him before..."
Before the show started, several staff members secretly set up a gambling game to place bets on their favorite stars. In the gambling game, the votes for host Wang and singer Zhao were far ahead of the rest. Based on their previous reputations in the metaphysical world, everyone believed that these two people would have an extremely outstanding performance in the show.
But now it seems that the best performers in this accident are not these metaphysics experts, but the Iris5 members who were originally used as fillers. After the chaos, the best performer is Yi Wan.
"Yi Wan looks so calm, and he even organized others to run to the ancestral hall."
"Indeed, did I notice this? In the afternoon, when they were in front of the wardrobe mirror, both Wang Zhui and An Yelin were frightened by the ghost in the mirror. But he was calm and even adjusted his collar in front of the mirror..."
"Come to think of it, I did. It seems that none of them showed any signs of being frightened today."
"In fact, Ding Biehan's performance is not bad either. This afternoon and evening, he has been exploring the mansion all the time. I even saw him counting something with his fingers, and his posture was quite professional. He looked more professional than Host Wang and the others. But he likes to talk a lot, so we don't know how much he knows about metaphysics."
"Don't just brag about Yi Wan-li. Did you notice Zhao Gege? She didn't look scared at all."
Someone in the crowd sneered. This staff member was a fan of Lan Hua and was still upset because Yi Wan "stole" Lan Hua's role.
So the topic was quickly diverted.
"Indeed, Zhao Ge is indeed a professional. I've seen her in several idol dramas before. Her acting is so bad, and the fear she showed in the haunted house today must have been an act..."
Amid the whispers of the staff, the group of people finally arrived at the ancestral hall on the second floor. An Yelin saw the ancestral hall from afar and suddenly remembered what Fu Qisheng had said to him when he was pursuing him in this life.
"... In this life, I will make you a real family member of mine, a real member of the Fu family. I hope that the secret legend of our love will be passed down to future generations. I will write your name into the family tree and set up your tablet in the ancestral hall. From now on, in all my lives, my descendants will see two tablets. One tablet belongs to me, and one belongs to An Yelin. They will know that hundreds of years ago, there were two men who loved each other so much..."
In the past few days, An Yelin felt painful every time he saw something emotional. Every little thing related to Mr. Fu could gather into a tsunami and drown him in the whirlpool of emotions.
He thought he had climbed out of the ocean that drowned him, but now it seemed as if he was trapped there forever. This drowning was not caused by his own will, but came from a higher-dimensional consciousness.
But at this moment, he vaguely felt that the consciousness that controlled his emotions was weakened... When he saw the ancestral hall and thought of those words, An Yelin felt a mosquito buzzing in his ears.
A slight tingling sensation was transmitted to his penis point, like an electric current, forcibly acting on a certain area of the brain to change a certain will. An Yelin stretched out his hand and rubbed it hard, trying to dispel the feeling, until...
He heard the female writer's voice: "Why do I feel like someone is... beating someone up in there?"
An Yelin:
"Maybe there's some kind of battle going on." Yi Wan, who was supporting the female writer, said calmly.
Zhao Gege was the first to run and saw the scene in the ancestral hall. She was stunned to see Fu Qisheng rolling on the ground. The former president in a suit and tie was now in a dishevel, screaming and bruising all over his face and body.
"You filial grandson! You filial descendant! You still want to come to us for shelter? Eat shit!"
"You're going to piss us off when you come out of this ancestral hall! There's a road to heaven but you take it, there's no door to hell but you choose to go there. You bastard only come to the ancestral hall once a year, on New Year's Day. I originally thought I'd have to wait another half a year before I could beat you up. Hahaha, we finally caught up with you!"
"I told you to make up a story about our names! I told you to make up a love triangle! You deserve to never get a wife in your life!"
"I was sleeping soundly, thinking about how lively these past few days were. But after hearing that story... You've pissed off the dead!!"
"Mingyu, don't be angry, it's good for your health..."
"It's okay. We're all dead anyway. Be good and don't be afraid. You were in good health when you were alive and you won't be frightened. Go to the back and rest."
"You still dare to run? I'll beat you to death, you bastard!!"
Singer Zhao: …
Looking at Mr. Fu rolling on the ground, at that moment, she heard the sound of her own heartbreaking.
The scene where Mr. Fu was beaten by the air not only shattered her girlish heart, but also shattered her three views - Tarot girl Zhao Gege was a pure materialist. She simply couldn't understand why Mr. Fu was being beaten by something she could see!
The female writer who arrived later than singer Zhao:…
The three spirits cursed each other and beat Fu Qisheng, who had run into the ancestral hall in a panic to avoid the ghosts. From their fragmented words, the female writer roughly understood the relationship between the three.
These three souls are naturally the three protagonists in the story made up by Mr. Fu: Miss Yang, Miss Four and the Third Young Master. But the relationship between them is quite different from the relationship between them in the ghost story compiled by Fu Qisheng.
In the story written by Fu Qisheng, Miss Yang loves the eldest young master, but cannot marry the third young master. She goes crazy and abuses the eldest young master's sister, the fourth young master, and finally hangs herself in a red dress. But in the real story...
Young Miss Yang and the Fourth Young Miss are the right match. And the Third Young Master is a homosexual.
The fourth daughter was weak and sickly, with a soft personality, while the adopted daughter was lively and bright since childhood, and she cared the most about the fourth daughter. The friendship between the girls turned into dependence, and then gradually turned into a lily-blooming love. In that distant era, this rebellious relationship was not tolerated by the world. After the Fu family vaguely realized this, they decided to marry the adopted daughter and the fourth daughter off separately.
When they were desperate, another person appeared. This person was the Third Young Master. The Third Young Master also had his own lover, who was deceased and a man. He had also lost love before and was moved by the friendship between the two. In order to help the unfortunate lovers, he volunteered to act as a cover and married Miss Fu so that she could stay in the Fu family.
However, the preparations of these young people were eventually discovered by the Fu family. The Fu family discovered that Miss Yang and the Third Young Master had been sharing a room together, and that the Third Young Master had a photo of his dead classmates in his photo frame. In the end, under great pressure, Miss Yang resolutely chose to commit suicide to show her determination. After her, the Fourth Young Lady and the Third Young Master also gradually died of serious illness due to depression.
After the three people died one after another, the Fu family finally became more tolerant of these children. When they built the ancestral hall, they also erected tablets for these three people in the ancestral hall. Of course, the stubbornness of the elders still made them put the tablet of their adopted daughter next to the tablet of the third young master, and the tablet of the fourth young lady stood alone on the side.
"… So there is no love triangle, no female competition, it is just a tragic story of three people who could not resist that era and that family."
However, this was enough to show how angry these three were towards Fu Qisheng, especially the two girls. The lesbian love was made up into a story of stealing a man, which was really infuriating.
Fu Qisheng rolled around in the ancestral hall. The moods of the crowd also rolled around with him. Zhao Gege and the photography staff stared at the scene in the ancestral hall in amazement. They vaguely felt that this was how the world should be.
Fu Qisheng should be elegant and confident of victory. He should be sitting at the top of the world, holding the lifeline of the world economy in his hands, wearing a feather fan and a turban, a young and romantic man, and destroying the masts and oars in the midst of laughter and conversation. No company or interest group can shake the mask on his cold face. The only thing that can make him deify and move people is love.
But what about now
…is our way of opening up to this world, right
"Boss Fu..." Zhao Ge squatted down in panic and tried to help Fu Qisheng up. But Fu Qisheng just covered his head and screamed, "Get out!"
His pupils were dilated, as if he was greatly stimulated. Zhao Ge bit his lip, feeling embarrassed and angry.
An Yelin also stared at Mr. Fu. At that moment, he seemed to see the scream of a consciousness in some other world. The voice was exasperated and helpless, and the pain that originally stimulated his penis point, like being electrocuted, gradually subsided.
His self-consciousness took over his body again. Yi Wanyu patted his shoulder at this time: "Yelin, you should smile more."
So An Yelin smiled.
He looked at Mr. Fu rolling around, holding his stomach and began to laugh. He laughed so happily that his voice was hoarse and sharp, but it was indeed laughter, and it was a forced expression of concern when he was extremely aggrieved.
"Ha ha ha ha… "
“Hahahahaha!!”
The cage is about to break.
At that moment, An Yelin seemed to hear the sound of chains breaking. At the same time, a new him emerged from the sea and gradually broke free from this cage.
But this is not enough.
Zhao Ge stared at him in amazement. After a while, she heard An Yelin say softly, "There should be something else in this house. This is the thing he owes me and should return to me."
"If he says he loves me, he will definitely go with that thing to get it back - because I once cared about it so much." An Yelin said softly, "I'm going to find it now."
"Brother An, don't go out. There are ghosts everywhere outside..."
The photographer didn't know what An Yelin was going to do. He saw him turn around and walk in another direction with a determined attitude!
He walked faster, like the white corners of his clothes trying to shake off the dust in the air, like brand new sneakers trying to shake off the mud that once adhered to the soles. The photographer was stunned until he saw Yi Wan say, "Who cares."
These four words are indifferent, calm, distant, and separated. They are not like any gentle exhortation, but more like the expectation of those who are isolated from the world for those who are inside the world, or like once something has been completed, the result can be asked.
The farce in the ancestral hall was still going on. Yi Wan walked out of the ancestral hall. His eyes were dark, and he vaguely felt that Gao Wei's eyes were scanning the western-style building.
And it seemed to stay on him briefly.
—He was found.
When trying to pull Qin Xuexin's puppet strings, Yi Wan had never encountered such a strong reaction from a higher dimension.
Yi Wan also walked faster and faster. Zhao Ge followed him and followed his footsteps closely. After being pushed away by Fu Qisheng, she stood awkwardly in the corner. It was not until Yi Wan and An Yelin left that she followed him as if she had suddenly realized something.
Her intuition and reasoning told her that all the abnormalities were related to Yi Wan and his teammates!
Singer Zhao was so angry that her teeth itched. Seeing An Yelin's expression, she knew that Fu Qisheng had lost such a big face, and the final payment he promised to give her and the huge bonus he would give her after successfully getting back together with An Yelin would not happen.
The president’s huge sums are all extremely huge sums.
So she followed Yi Wan willingly, trying to find the last chance to turn the tables.
Yi Wan walked straight ahead, as if he was racing against the gaze that was intent on locking onto him. His speed was getting faster and faster, until finally—
"Brother, wake up!!! Let me save the world!!!"
An unusually lazy and ecstatic voice rang out from the room. Yi Wan stopped and saw Chi Jixia laughing with a little satisfaction: "This is the first time I try to learn something in a dream. I am ashamed to say that it is me... Wait, Bo Jiang, why are you here?"
There was a deep sense of astonishment in his voice, as if he had been in a dream for decades and had no idea who was sitting next to him when he fell asleep.
"... Just now when you fell asleep, you let me wait by your side." Bo Jiang's voice was slightly cold.
Chi Jixia: …
The gaze that was trying to stick to Yi Wan's back finally disappeared and looked into the room. Yi Wan finally stopped.
An Yelin, Chi Jixia, Ding Biehan... He had already done everything he should have done in this house. All the chaos had been caused. Now, it was almost time to close down.
Yes…
A cold laugh came from behind Yi Wan. Yi Wan turned around and saw Zhao Gege.
This is a blind spot for surveillance.
"I thought it was something else, but it turns out to be like this."
The woman with black hair and green skirt stood by the wall. She looked at Yi Wan coldly, as if she had figured out something: "Were the things that happened today arranged by your team? Were those new 'ghosts' planted by you? Was Mr. Fu's embarrassing behavior just now An Yelin's calculation and revenge? Do you have any contract or agreement between your team and the program group in private?"
Yi Wan frowned and did not answer.
Seeing Yi Wan didn't answer. Singer Zhao sneered again: "Don't play dumb with me, we are all in the entertainment industry, why are you pretending to be stupid? I signed a contract with Mr. Fu, and I know there is no ghost in this house. Now the variety show is also a mess, Mr. Fu's image is also ruined, and my contract has failed. Let's talk about it straight to the point, Yi Wan, don't let me lose so aggrievedly. How many plots and conspiracies are there under this show that we don't know about?"
Yi Wan's answer made her very angry. In fact, there was no reason to be angry about this matter. Yi Wan and his friends had other plans to block her way to make money and mess up the variety show. This was just simple business competition. But Zhao Ge was just humiliated by Fu Qisheng, who was eager to please her, in front of everyone. She really couldn't bear this.
She took a few more steps forward, but found that Yi Wan was staring at her back, as if someone was standing behind her.
Singer Zhao:
Yi Wan: "There is someone behind you..."
"Don't try to fool me with that trick." Zhao Ge sneered, "Do I know better than you whether there is a ghost in this house?"
As she said that, she turned around and saw a woman in ragged clothes, dripping with water, standing behind her. Zhao Gege sneered and said, "Another special effects actor? The acting is quite impressive."
She pulled the man's clothes, but the fabric was sticky. Zhao Ge looked down, and then...
“Ahhh—”
She pulled a piece of fabric and saw the red and yellow interlaced patterns stuck to it...
That person's skin!
“Ahhh!!”
She fell backwards and landed on the ground.
After a while, Zhao Ge, who was screaming and running with tears streaming down his face, also appeared on the surveillance screen. The staff of the program group watched the surveillance video and fell silent.
The Lan Hua fans who had used Zhao Ge to drag down Yi Wan were so embarrassed that they almost suffocated.
Screams, ghosts roaming, and the sounds of indiscriminately scaring people still resounded throughout the building. Yi Wan calmly watched Zhao Ge's embarrassed escape, bent down, and picked up the contract that Zhao Ge had carefully dropped, which she and Fu Qisheng had signed together.
He carefully smoothed the wrinkles on his face with his fingers, his eyes peaceful. The people in the building were still running or being chased by ghosts, and every camera recorded this joyful scene.
This is the final ending of Fu Qisheng's pursuit of his wife on the crematorium set.
However... it's not enough.
Ding Biehan had probably gone to the basement to rescue Wang Zhizhu? Chi Jixia and Bo Jiang were also led away by the ghost, and Fu Qisheng was lying in the ancestral hall, half dead.
It's normal to have a corridor with malfunctioning surveillance in a western-style building full of ghosts, right
Yi Wan finally walked out of the corner. He entered the corridor on the second floor where the surveillance was out of order. Mr. Fu's study, which was usually tightly locked, was now exposed because of his hasty escape. It looked like Paris. The documents of Mr. Fu's company were thrown messily on the desk. Yi Wan put on gloves and carefully flipped through them.
His concern for the stock market over the years and for Mr. Fu's career over the past two months have finally begun to bear fruit.
He finally found the file he needed. After his rebirth, Mr. Fu was eager for quick results and carried out many short-term operations, many of which were illegal operations of flattering his superiors and bullying others. He took a photo of the files, carefully opened a brand new mobile phone, opened an unfamiliar email address, and sent it to the email address of another child of the Fu family.
Knowing how to search the CEO's family tree on Baidu and understanding the gossip about the grievances of wealthy families is also a skill that every passerby has.
After doing all this, Yi Wan quietly came out of Mr. Fu's study. The building was bustling with activity, and he could hear the screams of Mr. Wang.
It seemed that Ding Biehan had finally rescued him from the basement.
“… There is a human head in his refrigerator. He imprisoned me. This is illegal! Call the police! I want to call the police!!!”
"He signed up for this show and joined the crew, but in fact, he was just looking for someone to lure him into a trap..."
"My God, he loves Wang the host so much. He spent 50 million just to imprison him... What a sadistic love story... "
In the midst of all the chaos, Yi Wan stood on the stairs and looked out. He had dark eyes, fair skin, and the wind blew up his bangs as he looked down at the chaos that he had created in this western-style building.
Until someone grabbed his arm and dragged him to the side.
When Yi Wan looked up, he found a balloon with a human head hanging in the air above where he had just stood. The balloon stared at him, its mouth grinning viciously. The person who grabbed his arm fiercely was Yu Rongshi. The man who seemed to have a good temper on weekdays pursed his lips, and there was a faint glimmer in his eyes like broken glass.
Yi Wan let him drag her to a blind spot of the surveillance camera. Yu Rongshi seemed to notice something and was silent. But he finally chose to observe Yi Wan carefully and finally said, "You wait here first, someone will come to deal with these ghosts soon..."
"Will those people take away Fu Qisheng, who illegally detained Wang Zhui?"
“…Yes.”
They asked and answered each other, but it was like a tacit riddle that they had always kept to themselves, and they never said what they wanted to say. Yu Rongshi looked at Yi Wan's head quietly, and Yi Wan looked at him quietly, like a very docile little animal.
Yu Rongshi finally sighed and said, "This house and this show are so unlucky. The ghosts are running around in the house..."
"It's unlucky." Yi Wan said, "Because..."
"I did it."
He held Yu Rong's left hand, which was clenched into a fist. Yi Wan's fingers were cool and slender, so he could easily loosen the fist that was larger than his. A few dead branches and charcoal debris fell from his fingers and entered his palm.
Yu Rongshi lowered his eyes and looked at Yi Wan's fingers. Yi Wan's fingers were slender and white, as if they could unlock or close all the locks and secrets in the world.
"… That's okay. You are a very righteous and kind person. The purpose of everything you do is to uphold justice." Yu Rongshi smiled and said, "There are some bad disputes between An Yelin and Fu Qisheng, right? Like when facing Jiang Bei, Qin Xuexin, and others. Don't be afraid."
He thought for a moment and added: "But these things are enough to cause trouble for Fu Qisheng. If you want, you can tell me what he has done. I will try to find evidence of his crime and send him to prison..."
Yu Rongshi is always like this, Yi Wan thought.
Like the young man, he has unlimited tolerance and trust for the people he likes and recognizes. He trusts the starry sky that night, the rain that finally stops that night, and the steaming meatballs. Therefore, he trusts that all of Yi Wan's actions are out of a desire to enforce justice.
The resulting chaos was an unintentional byproduct. Yu Rong was fierce and suspicious, but if he was willing to trust others, he would suppress any doubts and prejudices.
"... It's a bit troublesome to deal with these ghosts. The next time you encounter such a thing, you can contact me first. I am a few years older than you, and I have access to more resources. For example, in the case of Fu Qisheng, I can..."
So Yi Wan looked at him silently. Yu Rongshi wanted to touch his head again, but saw Yi Wan smiling silently.
"What if I said, I originally thought that this way of handling these things was... not interesting?"