Chapter 124 Children’s Giggling Voice (4)
As soon as Yan Shixun dragged Lu Xingxing into the alley, he felt something was wrong.
Although it is already late autumn, Binhai City is still sunny because the formation barrier set up by the Taoist priest of Haiyun Temple successfully prevented the typhoon from making landfall, so there has been no chilly feeling after the rain in recent days.
But the temperature in the alley was obviously several degrees lower than outside, and it had a musty smell after the rain.
Lu Xingxing was still twisting like a crab in Yan Shixun's hands, but Yan Shixun just snorted coldly, raised his hand, slapped Lu Xingxing on the head and let him go.
"Since you call me uncle, I will protect you, but Lu Xingxing, you have to go out on your own. If you don't learn to be cautious, there are Taoist priests in Haiyun Temple who have died at the hands of ghosts. If there really comes a day like that."
Yan Shixun retracted his hand, put one hand in his pocket and walked past Lu Xingxing, saying calmly: "I will help you contact a Yincha who is easy to talk to, so that you won't have to suffer if you anger the Yincha with your mouth."
Lu Xingxing stared blankly at Yan Shixun pushing open the door and walking into the old building with a strong sense of history.
“Squeak——!”
The exquisite and majestic carved iron gate had long been corroded and rusted by a hundred years of wind and rain. When it was pushed open, the bearings made a low friction sound that echoed in the deserted alley.
Yan Shixun's eyes swept across the yard, then he stretched out his long legs and stepped over the high threshold.
Lu Xingxing was wondering why Yan Shixun suddenly gave up beating him, said a few words to him, and then turned to visit the historical buildings. Before he could come to his senses, he felt an oppressive figure passing by him.
He was startled and looked quickly, only to find that it was the strange man who always followed Yan Shixun.
"Are you a ghost? You walk without making any sound?" Lu Xingxing was a little unhappy at first, but when Ye Li's gaze swept over him, he suddenly felt a sense of crisis from the soul, and he immediately shut up.
Ye Li withdrew his gaze indifferently and followed Yan Shixun into the gate.
For Binhai City, the concession is a special period of history. It coexisted with Binhai City during the period of transition from the old to the new. It has not only become the memory of that era for many people, but also created the unique style and charm of old Binhai.
The concession area of Binhai City has been listed as a cultural relic site, so it still retains its original appearance to this day.
This building, which is marked as the former residence of diplomat Jing Yin, is a typical three-story Western-style building that combines Chinese and Western styles. However, the small fountain in the courtyard has long been dry and is filled with dead leaves. The main body of the building has also peeled off red bricks, and the original exquisite carvings have also been worn away. Only from the main structure can we vaguely see the glory and splendor of the past.
"Brother Yan, why are you suddenly interested in these?"
Following Lu Xingxing who followed from behind, he looked around at the bleak autumn scenery in the yard, but he didn't see anything wrong. He just said curiously: "Brother Yan, are you the kind of person who buys postcards wherever you travel? You are actually interested in this kind of architecture. I didn't expect you to be so artistic."
“………”
Yan Shixun turned his head slowly with an expressionless face and stared at Lu Xingxing silently until this righteous man felt guilty. Then he turned back and walked towards the small building.
"What's wrong? I'm just asking. Isn't this trying to improve our relationship?"
Lu Xingxing muttered softly, secretly looking up at Yan Shixun several times, but ultimately did not dare to ask loudly.
He didn't know what was wrong with him, but he was inexplicably a little afraid of the serious Yan Shixun. That made him feel that in Yan Shixun's eyes, he was just an ignorant little brat.
He hated this feeling.
Because his master and ancestors all praised Yan Shixun highly, Lu Xingxing wanted to prove himself unwillingly, but he did not expect to fall flat on his face twice in Yanghua and Jiazifen Village, and both times his life was saved by Yan Shixun.
Although he was not convinced, he was not a rogue. If he lost, he lost. He had to admit it. Therefore, he was willing to admit that Yan Shixun lost to his uncle - although Yan Shixun himself had no intention of acknowledging his origins in Haiyun Temple, which made Lu Xingxing seem like he was just trying to force himself to admit it.
But even so, Lu Xingxing didn't want Yan Shixun to look down on him. He wanted to say that he was useful.
No matter how quiet the sound was, it could not escape Ye Li's ears. He was about to follow Yan Shixun into the small building when he paused, came back to his senses, and asked word by word, "Improve the relationship?"
"Well……"
Lu Xingxing shuddered, feeling that all the little thoughts he had just had disappeared completely under this glance, and he didn't dare to give a positive answer at all.
This person looks like he will tear himself apart if he nods.
Even scarier than an angry master.
"Are you Brother Yan's friend? I don't think I've asked you your name yet." Lu Xingxing asked cautiously, "It's very strange. I clearly thought I should ask you who you are, but it's like I can't remember it. I forget it the next second."
Ye Li looked at Lu Xingxing twice. From his cowardly and foolish appearance, he felt that Yan Shixun would not care about such a person. But when he thought of Zhang Wubing, Ye Li was not so sure.
Just as Ye Li and Lu Xingxing were in a stalemate in front of the door, Yan Shixun had already walked into the living room.
A grand crystal chandelier hangs in the middle of the high-ceilinged living room, animal furs are draped over the mahogany leather sofa, and scattered ticket folders and jewelry are placed on the chest of drawers. Everywhere is filled with gold and color, and even though it is covered with dust, it still cannot conceal the typical old coastal charm of this house.
Everything is well preserved, as if the owner is only away for a while and will be back soon.
Yan Shixun stepped on the wooden floor, the wood made a "creaking" sound, and the heavy soles of his Martin boots inevitably made a friction sound against the floor, which was lonely and terrifying.
In order to preserve as much of the furnishings in the house as possible and prevent them from aging too quickly, curtains were drawn on the windows to block out the sunlight, making the building dim at this time, and only the outlines of the furnishings could be vaguely seen in the darkness.
At the corner of the stairs, a figure was staring at Yan Shixun silently, cold and without any warmth, blending into the darkness.
“Boom!”
As soon as Yan Shixun bumped into something, he immediately reached out with quick eyes and hands and subconsciously grabbed something in his hand.
The tentacles felt cold and wet, as if they were covered in blood.
Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head to look at the thing in his hand against the light, and then he could recognize what it was.
Graduation photo of the women's class of Jingcheng University.
There are small words engraved under the crystal statue, indicating that it is a hundred years old.
There was no trace of water in his palm. It seemed that when his eyes couldn't see clearly, the touch automatically made him think of other things.
Yan Shixun was just about to put the statue back on its original display table when he suddenly subconsciously realized that someone was looking at him. He immediately turned around and looked, his eyes as sharp as lightning.
There was a blurry figure at the bottom of the stairs opposite him.
Yan Shixun frowned and his muscles tensed instantly.
Not to mention that the entire concession area was reserved by Li Xuetang's crew, and the outer security would not let anyone in. Why would someone be in a small house that was the most common in the concession area? A thief? No, there was no sign of a living person.
Yan Shixun held his breath, approached with light steps, and took the initiative to walk into the area that was blocked from all light.
My eyes gradually adapted to the darkness, but at the same time, my hearing sensitivity increased several times, taking in all the sounds in the entire building.
The wind blew in through the cracks in the upstairs windows, and the whistling sound was like the rapid roar of a dying person. The dilapidated wooden furniture made a "creaking" sound as the wood tightened and expanded. There was a "creaking" sound coming from the stairs even though no one was walking on them.
The marble rolled from south to north, hitting the wall with a "bang bang" sound, bouncing on the floor, and then disappeared...
The whole building was groaning as if it could not bear the heavy weight.
Yan Shixun did not dare to relax. He controlled his breathing, lowering his heartbeat and breathing sounds. The only sound in his ears was the slight creaking of the wooden floor under his feet.
But he suddenly stood up.
As I got closer, the feeling of being watched became stronger.
Yan Shixun stood there. He could feel the darkness around him spinning as if the sky was spinning. From top to bottom and from left to right, there were pairs of eyes looking at him.
It was as if those eyes had been sleeping for a hundred years, and finally woke up today, looking at the newcomers silently and maliciously. On the walls, behind the corners, on the stairs, behind the back... everywhere.
“Bang!”
At this moment, a cluster of light suddenly ignited in the living room, dispelling the darkness.
The feeling that Yan Shixun felt of being watched also quickly receded like the tide.
With the help of the light coming from behind, Yan Shixun finally saw clearly what was at the corner of the stairs that made him feel uncomfortable at first.
A sterling silver Renaissance style statuette of a human figure.
It stood quietly at the corner, acting as a qualified decoration. It could not speak or move, its eyes looked at the pedestal under its feet, just thinking, and seemed to have no interest in the visitors.
Is it an illusion?
……wrong.
Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes, then moved his gaze away and turned to look at the source of the light behind him.
Ye Li walked into the living room at some point, and there was no sound of awkwardness on the old wooden floor.
He stood there, holding a ball of bright light in his slender palms, as if the moon had fallen into his hands, dispelling the darkness that was surging around and trying to engulf Yan Shixun.
Yan Shixun quickly identified what was in Ye Li's hand: "Golden Light Curse?"
He couldn't help but laugh, and the tension just now disappeared: "Is this how the spell is used?"
The most powerful talisman to exorcise evil spirits was used as candle lighting. If those Taoists who wanted to enter the sect but could not find it saw this scene, they would probably be envious and angry.
Ye Li softened the coldness and sharpness between his brows and said with a smile, "It just happens to be useful."
"...One of you uses the Five Thunder Talisman to light the fire, and the other one uses the Golden Light Spell to illuminate. You are a perfect match." Lu Xingxing, who was standing at the door, said speechlessly.
Apart from the fact that Ye Li raised his eyebrows because of Lu Xingxing's words "well-matched" and felt a little better about Lu Xingxing, Yan Shixun did not feel anything about it.
The light dispelled the sense of being peeped, but Yan Shixun could feel that those things had not left. They were still lurking in the cracks where the light could not reach, they had just retreated temporarily.
So Yan Shixun, with the help of the light in Ye Li's hand, walked towards the stairs.
Only then did he see clearly that there were oil paintings in gilded frames hanging along the walls from bottom to top.
The red-and-gold wallpaper had aged and turned into a deeper rust red, like the color of oxidized blood. Most of the paintings were portraits of people, men in European suits and women in gorgeous skirts, standing or sitting in the paintings, quietly looking at the people outside the frame.
This was probably the source of Yan Shixun's feeling of being watched just now.
Because the small house was built half a year ago and the owner was a diplomat at that time, it should be normal for the house to have such European-style decoration. When ordinary people see it, they will only marvel at the accumulated sense of age and heavy history, and praise the exquisiteness and realism of those oil paintings.
But Yan Shixun always felt something was wrong.
He looked carefully and found that although the characters in the paintings were different, there were a few faces that kept appearing. The largest painting hung in the center, depicting a handsome and high-spirited man, and a gentle and beautiful woman sitting next to him.
What doesn't match the purely European style of the painting is the woman's hairstyle and clothing.
Even though she was wearing a European-style puffy long skirt, the woman still had her bangs and hair in a traditional bun. The jewelry hanging from her ears, around her neck, and pinned between her hair were all jade and traditional gold jewelry. Her expression also looked shy, with timidity and disgust, as if she was very disgusted with being painted by the oil painter.
Yan Shixun had a guess in his mind: the male owner who accepted new ideas and the conservative female owner, the oil painting might be of the owner of the small building at that time, the diplomat Jing Yin, and his wife Jing.
Anyone who knows something about that era a hundred years ago would not miss the name Jing Yin.
He was the most active and important figure in the old Binhai at that time. He returned to China after studying abroad at public expense. He was a modern person with an open mind, an authentic Oxford accent, and could speak four languages. Everyone who had dealt with him, even those in the enemy camp, praised him generously in their memoirs and diaries.
But such a dazzling person has always been criticized for one thing.
His wife was the daughter of an old-school bureaucrat who had bound feet.
In the newspapers of that year, many people used this incident to attack Jing Yin. The old-school people could not stand his estrangement from his wife, who was arranged by his parents and matchmaker, while the new-school people looked down on him for refusing to divorce his wife and breaking away from the old-school.
Even on the Internet today, when people talk about Jing Ying, they criticize him with contempt, calling him a "scumbag", and some even suggest deleting him from history books because of his "family disputes". But as for the many achievements that Jing Ying fought for, people seem to have selectively forgotten and keep silent about them.
It can be said that this old-fashioned wife is the only stain in Jing Yin’s glorious and enterprising life.
However, in Jing Ying's former residence, there is a painting of him and his wife hanging proudly, and everyone who walks into the living room can see them at a glance.
The more than four-meter-long oil painting occupied an entire wall of the high-ceilinged living room. It was quite oppressive when viewed from close up. When Yan Shixun looked up, he had the illusion that he was being stared at by two people.
But...that's not right.
Yan Shixun still remembered that on the crystal statue that he had just subconsciously caught, it was written that it was a souvenir of the women's class of Beijing University. It would be placed in the living room and must be something that the owner of the family valued.
However, historical records show that in that war-torn era, the two daughters born to Jing Yin and his wife died in infancy, and his wife also died of depression. From then on until his death, Jing Yin had no more children.
So, who could the statue be?
You have to know that in that era, Beijing University represented progress, and the women's class was not something that ordinary women and ordinary families could enroll in.
Yan Shixun frowned and looked around in confusion.
He noticed that, apart from that huge oil painting, the protagonist of most of the other paintings hanging on the wall was another woman.
She had a bright smile, showing her white teeth without any hesitation. She wore European-style long skirts or cheongsams, which were novel and bold in that era. Her hairstyle included girlish braids and the most fashionable perm in Lao Binhai. Her accessories were mostly European in style.
She was generous and decent, without any shyness, like a bright spot in that dark era.
Yan Shixun couldn't help being infected by her vigor and vitality just by looking at the oil paintings she left behind, and wanted to smile.
"Brother Yan, Zhao Zhen asked us if we are going back."
Lu Xingxing suddenly spoke up, interrupting Yan Shixun's investigation: "Zhao Zhen said they planned to go back to the hotel to rest and have a meal, and then go back to the concession area. It seems that Director Li has some urgent matters, so they let everyone move freely."
Yan Shixun finally came back to his senses and nodded: "Okay, let's go back to the hotel first."
As for here...
Yan Shixun took a deep look at the oil paintings on the wall before turning around.
It was normal for old houses of that era to have some ghosts who were reluctant to leave. Since no one came here and the old residents had no intention of harming anyone, there was no need to pay attention to them.
After all, strictly speaking, it was these intruders who disturbed their lives.
Yan Shixun nodded to the only person in the darkness as an apology: "Sorry to bother you."
With the departure of Yan Shixun and Ye Li, the lights went out, and the room, which was blocked by velvet curtains and not letting in any light, returned to darkness.
The men and women in the oil painting also appear mysterious and odd due to the changes in light and shadow.
Densely packed eyes looked over in the darkness, as if peeking at the bright world outside the door.
until--
"Bang!"
The gilded carved door was closed.
All the old memories, along with the dust, were blocked from the light.
Even after walking out of the yard, Lu Xingxing kept looking back and looking in the direction of the small building.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "What?"
"Brother Yan..." Lu Xingxing blinked, and only now realized what was going on said, "Is there a ghost in there?"
"so?"
“So?!” Lu Xingxing raised his voice and asked in disbelief: “Since there are ghosts, why don’t you exorcise them, Brother Yan!”
"No, no, Brother Yan, you go back first. I have to go back and drive away those ghosts. Wait, I have to call my master and ask him to come over here and take a look..."
As he spoke, Lu Xingxing walked towards the small building of his former residence, muttering to himself and shaking his head.
Suddenly, Lu Xingxing felt a strong pulling force coming from behind his collar, which made him stagger and unable to move forward even a single step.
"Where are you going?" Yan Shixun asked casually, "I still have the title deed to the house. I've lived there from birth to death. Why do you care so much? Aren't you afraid of being bitten by a dog?"
Lu Xingxing was confused: "Brother Yan, that's a ghost."
Yan Shixun sneered and asked, "Did they hurt anyone?"
"But they are ghosts. Sooner or later they will..."
"Prophecy-based conviction?" Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then if someone now says that they want to kill you because you might do something wrong in ten years, do you think it's reasonable?"
"What the hell? That guy is sick!"
Lu Xingxing was angry.
After a while, he suddenly reacted and looked up at Yan Shixun in horror.
"So." Yan Shixun flicked his finger on Lu Xingxing's forehead and said, "Let's go."
Lu Xingxing: ...I think what I’m doing is not called leaving, it’s called being dragged away!
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…
As soon as Yan Shixun entered the hotel lobby, he heard the hotel staff whispering nearby.
"Chi Yan is so nice. This is the first time I've met a customer like her who is so high-ranking but not so arrogant. She just helped me plead with the manager."
"I saw it, I really love her, I want to go up and ask for her autograph."
"Excuse me, Chi Yan." A deep, magnetic, pleasant male voice suddenly interrupted the conversation of several staff members and asked, "Is she here at the hotel?"
When they turned around, they saw a tall and handsome young man standing not far behind them. His eyebrows and eyes were sharp and bright, as aggressive as a knife.
One of them exclaimed and recognized him excitedly: "Yan Shixun!"
Yan Shixun was caught off guard when someone called his name. Having never paid attention to the entertainment industry, he had no idea that his number of fans had grown to a terrifying number. For the first time, he felt the annoyance of being recognized wherever he went.
The person originally wanted to ask Yan Shixun for an autograph or a photo, but fortunately she remembered in time that it was working hours and the program crew had booked a hotel room. Strictly speaking, Yan Shixun was a guest of the hotel and could not ask for an autograph at will.
She coughed, her face flushed with excitement: "Yes, Ms. Chi Yan just came upstairs."
"Oh, by the way, Mr. Yan, you didn't leave with the program crew? The others went upstairs with Ms. Chi Yan."
Finally, the staff member couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "Brother Yan, can you sign an autograph for me? I'm your fan, and I watch every episode of your show. It's so good!"
Yan Shixun looked over with calm eyes, without a trace of smile on his handsome face.
Unlike normal artists who would show off their skills in front of fans, Yan Shixun's attitude could be described as indifferent, even if he didn't like it.
“Instead of being my fan, you should be your own fan, which will make you your own idol.”
Yan Shixun was sober as ever, and said coldly: "To you, I am just a moving dummy on the screen. After I leave the hotel, I will disappear from your life, and there is a high probability that you will never meet me again. You will gain nothing except wasting your time and energy."
“It’s better to focus on reality and improve yourself.”
Several staff members who heard this were stunned: "…"
The hotel has hosted many celebrities, but it is rare to meet someone who doesn't even bother to put on a show.
The staff member who asked for an autograph but was refused had a very unhappy look on his face. He hurriedly handed the reserved room card to Yan Shixun and casually pointed the direction of the elevator for Yan Shixun. He did nothing else that he should have done.
Even Lu Xingxing couldn't help but glance at the receptionist when he took his room card. He felt that she looked a little pitiful.
Is Brother Yan also so rude when it comes to ladies? Even he would soften a little when he sees a girl.
After they walked away, the staff members who had just been shocked by Yan Shixun dared to speak again. They whispered indignantly, "What? Do you really think you are a big shot? You are so arrogant!"
"That's right, people of Chi Yan's status are so gentle."
"This guy named Yan Shixun, I don't think he can make it in the entertainment industry. Compared to Chi Yan, there is a huge gap between him and the world!"
"That's right, dear, don't be sad, just stop being her fan. Look at how nice Chi Yan is, why don't you just be her fan? What kind of work can a guy who's not even worthy of carrying Chi Yan's shoes have? Why are you so crazy about him?"
…
But what those staff members who thought they were talking in a low voice didn't know was that Yan Shixun had excellent hearing and no matter how small the sound was, it could not escape his ears.
What's more, the hotel was booked by the program group and the crew. There was no one else in the lobby. The empty space with luxurious wall and floor tiles made of white marble and yellow dragon jade was the best place to amplify the sound.
Even Lu Xingxing was a little angry and turned around to go back and argue with those people.
But Yan Shixun grabbed her arm accurately without even turning his head: "Where are you going? Wait for the elevator here."
Lu Xingxing said angrily: "But they slandered Brother Yan..."
"Their mouths are on their bodies and their brains are on their necks. It's their freedom to say or think whatever they want. It has nothing to do with me."
Yan Shixun said indifferently: "Love and hate are too easy, they are said and changed easily, making it difficult for people to even pay attention to them."
Unexpectedly, Yan Shixun actually thought this way. Lu Xingxing was a little disappointed: "I didn't expect Brother Yan to have such a good attitude? He is suitable for entering the entertainment industry. Brother Yan, are you really not going to consider it?"
"No."
Lu Xingxing couldn't understand what Yan Shixun really meant, but Ye Li understood what Yan Shixun meant.
Yan Shixun is a person who does not easily form karmic relations with others, so how could he accept those mixed and unfocused emotions?
"What if it's a deep love and hatred?" Ye Li smiled and bent down, almost whispering in Yan Shixun's ear, "Are you willing to accept it?"
The cold air blew on the skin on the back of Yan Shixun's neck, making him feel a little itchy. He quickly raised his head and covered the skin behind his ears, looking at Ye Li angrily: "Am I a deaf and tinnitus patient? Why are you getting so close to me?"
Ye Li blinked his eyes, and when he looked at Yan Shixun's face up close, his expression became more vivid, making his heartstrings tremble.
Yan Shixun also felt that he had overreacted at this time. He coughed uncomfortably, turned his head to look at the elevator buttons, and no longer faced Ye Li's face - otherwise, he always felt that something out of control would happen.
Although he didn't know what it was, he chose to refuse.
But after seeing this, Yan Shixun realized: "Is the elevator so slow?"
He frowned and found that the elevator remained on the upper floor and did not move.
Because it is located in the concession area, the hotel itself was built a hundred years ago. Even though it was later renovated to be more suitable for modern living environments, the original style and furnishings were retained to the greatest extent. For example, the elevator still retains its original appearance, with the luxurious atmosphere of the old Binhai.
But due to the limitations of the times and buildings, there has always been only one passenger elevator.
"Huh? It's true." Lu Xingxing asked curiously, "The elevator is broken?"
"The front desk just said..."
Something crossed Yan Shixun's mind: "The rest of the program team got on the elevator with Chi Yan."
"It should have been a while. When Zhao Zhen sent a message to Lu Xingxing, they were already walking towards the hotel. We are at least ten minutes behind them. If they met Chi Yan for several minutes, they should have gotten off the elevator. But..."
The elevator remained stuck on the upper floors and did not move.
Either the elevator was broken, or everyone was in the elevator without going up or down, and the elevator was never closed.
Don't know what happened.
Thinking of what he saw today about Chi Yan, Yan Shixun made a prompt decision, pulled over a waiter not far away, pointed at the floor displayed on the elevator and asked, "Apart from this elevator, is there any other way to get up to this floor?"
The waiter was startled, but he also knew that they were guests of the program, so he stammered, "No, no. Ms. Chi is staying in the top floor suite, and there is only this elevator that goes directly to the house."
"But you can also take the staff freight elevator to the second-floor floor and then go up through the fire escape."
Yan Shixun immediately pulled the waiter to the freight elevator at the back.
On the top floor, everyone was stunned for several minutes, unable to control their fear and screaming in panic, as if they wanted to vent all the fear in their hearts.
Roars and screams mixed and echoed, contrasting with the broken puppet standing in the elevator hall. A chill almost seeped out along the marble wall, making people's hair stand on end.
In the end, it was Zhang Wubing who came to his senses first. After the initial fear passed, he blinked and looked in confusion at the puppet that had scared everyone.
Other people rarely encounter these things, but for Zhang Wubing, encountering ghosts has become as normal as eating, and has become an indispensable part of his life.
Therefore, he could be considered a doctor through long-term illness. Even though he had not studied these things specifically, he had learned a lot from other masters and Yan Shixun.
Most importantly, he was already very familiar with the breath of ghosts.
But there was nothing familiar about this puppet.
Not a ghost.
"Wait, wait!" Zhang Wubing shouted loudly, "Don't panic, this might just be a prank!"
The human brain has the instinct to deceive itself. When encountering something that cannot be solved or wants to escape from, the brain will issue instructions to forcibly twist the originally unacceptable image into an acceptable range.
Zhang Wubing's words were like a life-saving straw stretched out of the water, causing everyone to grab it tightly.
"Evil, prank?"
An Nanyuan, who had subconsciously reached out to help Bai Shuang when she fell, caught a glimpse of the puppet and was so scared that his legs went limp. After hearing what Zhang Wubing said, the look in his eyes when he looked at the puppet immediately changed from "this is a dead body" to "this is a puppet, find the difference".
An Nanyuan soon discovered that during the short time they stood there, the puppet did not move at all, so it was not a ghost, which meant it would not harm them.
——If it weren’t like the dead people in Jiazifen Village who could rise from the dead.
Upon closer inspection, the puppet's joints were spherical, and some cross-sections showed that they were not human flesh and blood.
It looks more like a more well-made and realistic model.
An Nanyuan breathed a sigh of relief and comforted everyone, "Director Zhang is right. This is a mannequin. It must be a prank by some bored guy. Don't be afraid."
The others also gradually calmed down, and after calming down because of An Nanyuan's words, they looked at it doubtfully.
Sure enough, if you look closely, the face is indeed too stiff, the mouth is stretched straight down to the ears, the eyes are blank, and the smile is horrible, it is not an expression that a human can make.
"Yes, is it a dummy?" Bai Shuang's eyes were filled with tears and her makeup was smudged. She wanted to stand up, but her body was so limp from extreme fear that she didn't have the strength to lift it.
The others quickly helped Bai Shuang up.
"Who is so abominable!" the variety show star cursed, "You even deliberately got some red paint, didn't you? Manager, what's going on? If we hadn't accompanied Miss Chi up here, wouldn't she have to see this pile of stuff alone?"
After getting over their fear, several guests who had seen many different methods of attack in the entertainment industry and were already accustomed to the act of throwing red paint on doors, began to slowly react, instinctively thinking that someone had found out about Chi Yan's schedule and wanted to intimidate her.
The manager who was experiencing this for the first time was so scared that he almost collapsed in the corner of the elevator: "But, but Miss Chi just confirmed that she will stay in the penthouse suite! Originally, the penthouse suite has been reserved for another VIP customer all year round, and no one will stay there."
The guests who arrived late didn’t know about this incident and were a little confused for a moment, not knowing what was going on.
“This isn’t red paint.”
Yan Shixun's voice came from outside the elevator, unexpectedly: "This is blood, human blood."
The guests looked at Yan Shixun's slender figure slowly appearing in their field of vision in surprise. They wondered why Yan Shixun, who was supposed to be in the concession area, appeared in the penthouse suite.
But Yan Shixun's eyes fell on the puppet, with a wary look in his eyes: "Also, the source of this blood..."
The waiter who was staggering behind Yan Shixun fell at Yan Shixun's feet as his legs went limp. His uniform was stained with blood from the ground. He looked like he was frightened by some horrific scene. His expression was dazed and his mind was blank.
It wasn't until he saw the equally frightened manager in the elevator that he suddenly seemed to have grasped his backbone and cried out, "Manager, it's bad! Someone's dead!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
The audience before the live broadcast were also shocked. Their hearts, which were already as frightened as the guests, almost went on strike.
Yan Shixun frowned, recalling the scene just now.
——In the safe passage leading to the top floor, blood and minced meat were splattered everywhere.
The master invited by the crew collapsed on the stairs with a look of horror on his face, and he was no longer breathing.
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