Chapter 70.

Here's a joke: Dong Chi dreamed of his deceased best friend, who was trying to secure resources for a male celebrity he despised. He'd already said he had no plans to work recently, but Lou Sheng wouldn't give in and even started playing the victim.

"Brother, can you please fulfill my wish? I can't even close my eyes and rest in peace in the grave because of all the thoughts I have about you."

Dong Chi didn't understand: "What does Ying Zhisheng have to do with you? Why would you still be thinking about him after he died? Besides, his acting is terrible, terrible, terrible! He has a lot of haters and is still at the center of the storm..."

Lou Sheng knew that this man was a stubborn donkey, nitpicking and unreasonable. The two grew up together and had broken up at least five times.

Dong Chi's dream was of a noisy production crew. Actresses in stage costumes were trying on their makeup, and five or six people, whose faces were barely visible, sat on small stools, mumbling their lines. There was so much clutter that it was impossible to find space. Lou Sheng squatted on the ground and whispered, "This is my only wish after I die. I don't know if we'll ever meet again."

Dong Chi was so upset that he waved his hands in rejection. After waking up from the dream and returning to reality, he was still upset and impulsively contacted Ying Zhisheng's staff.

Now, Ying Zhisheng is being blacklisted by the entire internet, and he's being criticized too. Unconvinced haters are questioning whether Dong Chi is Ying Zhisheng's ad buddy, saying he's crazy and needs to find a team of lawyers to sue him one by one.

A lighter clicked, lighting a cigarette. A sliver of scarlet flickered in the darkened room. Dong Chi had hurried back to China to attend Lou Sheng's funeral. The vibrant figure had become a grayish-white photograph, and he felt a surge of frustration. He wished ghosts really did exist.

In childhood, two boys stood on a table and swore to become swordsmen. They fought with chopsticks and fell off, and both received a beating.

Before he became a swordsman, Lou Sheng committed suicide.

Dong Chi stubbed out his cigarette and sighed deeply. The last time that guy asked him to go to Hong Kong to buy a woman's bag, he was photographed and not only did he get into a series of scandals, but he also didn't even bother to pay for the bag.

"This bastard."

Fuquan and others were busy with Ying Zhisheng's affairs, making non-stop phone calls to inquire about the progress of the case and whether a clarification announcement could be issued.

Lou Sheng was so anxious that he sat down and stood up again: "We can't just sit there and wait for death."

Assistant Tao asked excitedly, "What do you think, brother?"

Fuquan and Chengzhi, with worried expressions, looked around for air, but they couldn't see the ghost Lou Sheng.

As the most influential, experienced, financially powerful and influential figure in Ying Zhisheng's fan circle, Lou Sheng has not been in the circle for nothing over the years.

"First, let's publish Ying Zhisheng's donation records over the years to stabilize his reputation. If anyone criticizes him, just ask him if he has donated that much."

Assistant Tao couldn't help laughing. "They won't listen to anything netizens say. They just say it's their duty to donate since they make so much money."

Lou Sheng held back his anger and asked through gritted teeth, "So many people say that the original creators of Ying Zhisheng's works are his biological father, and that Ying Zhisheng's halo was built up by that person's selfless dedication. Wouldn't Ying Zhisheng's father refute it? After all, he is his biological son, and Ying Zhisheng has been his cash cow for so many years..."

"It's useless. Sheng's father won't help. Some netizens asked him to confirm who the creator of "Defeated Intent" was, and he shamelessly admitted it in a live broadcast." At this time, Assistant Tao finally understood why Ying Zhisheng hated his biological father so much, sent him abroad and cut off all ties with him, and they didn't even have a phone call or video call all year round.

Fuquan packed his things and planned to go to the police station to testify. The case was serious and had a serious social impact, so the higher-ups took it very seriously. Several people discussed bringing Lou Sheng along, so that he could observe the situation from both inside and outside and also pass on the message.

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"Name?"

"Ying Zhisheng, 23 years old, is a singer."

"Do you know Zhang Kaifa?"

The man in the chair lowered his head slightly, raised his eyelids and twitched the corners of his mouth: "A very powerful Taoist priest. Just like he said, he can do anything in the world."

The square-faced officer slammed the table and shouted, "You're just trying to become famous, so you're so unscrupulous and heartless, using crooked methods to harm others! Do you really think we can't convict you?!"

The thumping of the table was so deafening that Ying Zhisheng, with his keen hearing, felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't feel guilty, but rather open and nonchalant. He looked the interrogator in the eye and said, "I spent over 60 million yuan on Zhang Kaifa, but I didn't raise any children to boost my business, and I haven't harmed anyone. You should have done enough research."

"No." The square-faced police officer denied it firmly. Their investigation into Ying Zhisheng had been unable to make any progress for a long time.

Because Zhang Kaifa insisted: "Ying Zhisheng is not my customer. I have never met such a big star."

The square-faced police officer sat down to drink his tea, smacked his lips, and then asked in a cold voice, "How did Sun Qing die? How did Zhou Xiaoshuai die? How did Wang Shengjing die? These three deceased people participated in the same event as you before they died, and they all had grievances with you..."

Whoever the living meet will die, the effect is comparable to that of the god of death.

When this matter was mentioned, he was also helpless: "It has nothing to do with me, they brought this upon themselves." He then asked, "Who is Zhou Xiaoshuai?"

"Zhou Haoji's real name is Zhou Xiaoshuai, Haoji is just a stage name."

Ying Zhisheng stroked his empty wrist. The snake bracelet was temporarily confiscated and taken away. The hideous scar on his wrist was like a terrifying snake tightly wrapped around it, which was particularly shocking under the light.

Ying Zhisheng kept the secret: "My cooperation with Zhang Kaifa is just to meet someone. As for the cause of death of those people, it was simply because they raised little ghosts and the ghosts devoured their masters."

This was very similar to the findings of the special investigation. Chen Ji and others who were sitting in front of the surveillance screen frowned.

The focus of the case is how many ghosts Zhang Kaifa caught and how many ghosts he sold.

There have been more than a dozen cases of ghost murders in the city this month, but all of them have been suppressed and no one dared to leak the news, otherwise it would cause panic among the people and trigger riots.

Chen Ji had a gloomy face. Zhang Kaifa was totally uncooperative with the investigation. He was distracted and squinted his eyes when he saw a ghost figure quietly floating over through the surveillance camera.

In the surveillance video, the boy came uninvited and sat next to the square-faced police officer, smiling and looking at Ying Zhisheng opposite him.

Lou Sheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Big star, if you confess, I will give you leniency, but if you resist, I will punish you severely. Just answer whatever I ask."

"Yeah." Ying Zhisheng's Adam's apple rolled.

The square-faced police officer frowned. Before he asked, what the other party was saying was...

The boy with bright eyes reflected the light in his eyes and asked in a long tone: "Ying Zhisheng, you bought so many of the same items as mine. Are you thinking of using them as couple's items?"

"Yes." Ying Zhisheng's ears turned red.

The square-faced police officer looked around and looked at the recorder, muttering: "What's right?" What was he talking about to himself? Is this person sick?

"Ying Zhisheng, when we were in school, you secretly hid the love letters someone else gave me. Were you jealous or something?"

"Um."

"You don't like me talking to a female ghost, and you're jealous."

"That's right." After a slight pause, Ying Zhisheng told him, "It's not jealousy, it's envy. Jealousy of the possibility of their existence with you."

Being extremely honest is because it reflects what was hidden deep in my heart in the past and I couldn't express it.

The square-faced police officer became serious and said that if the other party might be mentally ill, his confession would not be recognized by the law.

Lou Sheng's eyes rolled around, and he asked lazily, holding his chin, "How many of your songs are written for me?"

"all."

It was so funny that Lou Sheng covered his face and laughed: "Don't talk to me, the police officer is almost scared to death."

Ying Zhisheng curled his lips, chuckled, and explained to the square-faced officer, "I was talking to that naughty kid in my family."

No matter who you talk to, the square-faced police officer has already arranged for Ying Zhisheng to undergo a psychiatric examination.

Chen Ji in the monitoring room looked down at the documents and found the page about Lou Sheng who had died.

This person did not sign any contract with Ying Zhisheng. There is no such thing as raising or controlling ghosts.

Chen Ji stared closely at this arrogant free ghost. His merits were too great and his sins were unforgivable. He was wandering on the edge of hell without being marked by the ghost. The golden light on his body came from the incense and sincerity of the tribute to the gods, and the offerings he ate and drank were the nourishment of his pious flesh and blood and soul.

The subordinate came over and whispered, "This ghost is quite powerful, the buffs are fully stacked."

Indeed, if a ghost has red lips, it is obvious how well he eats and drinks on a daily basis.