This doubt lingered in Qiao Yan's mind and followed her all the way back to the room.
The agent asked the staff for ice, but they just said that their hands were allergic to something they had touched.
"You have to be careful, we can't afford to delay the crew's filming right now." The agent was worried. This was probably the trouble of being a small star.
Qiao Yan didn't say anything. She tried her best to adjust the angle of her fall, so although it hurt, there was no swelling. Applying ice to the red area made it feel much better.
After applying the ice until it was half melted, the agent stood up again and said, "I'll go buy you a plaster."
The other person was in a hurry and Qiao Yan didn't have time to call her, so she was the only one left in the room.
The feeling of the hand on her back lingered for a long time, and even after leaving the set, Qiao Yan still felt a little uncomfortable on her back.
It's like the uncomfortable feeling of knowing someone has put a prank sticker on your back but not being able to touch the sticker.
Unable to bear it any longer, Qiao Yan hopped on one leg into the bathroom, took off her outer clothes, and then lifted the fabric behind her camisole.
As the cloth moved upwards, a small purple handprint was seen on her fair lower back!
The purple color looked like accumulated blood, but when Qiao Yan pressed it with her hand, it didn't hurt. It just covered her skin like a tattoo.
For some reason, she felt a strange and unexplainable feeling in her heart, and she shivered.
She jumped out of the bathroom and found some everyday clothes to change into, and hung the costume she had taken off in the closet. She would do the same makeup as today when filming tomorrow, so she could just put on makeup while wearing the costume.
But the palm print on her back still made her feel uncomfortable, so when her agent came back, she asked him to take a look at it.
"I always feel some pain in my back. Can you help me check if I'm injured?"
But the agent lifted her clothes and shook his head: "No injuries, maybe a slight sprain?"
"Are you sure you don't have any?" Qiao Yan's eyelids jumped. "Take a picture so I can see?"
"I'm not that old and blurry," the agent said, but he still took a picture of her with his phone and handed it to her: "Look, there's nothing."
Qiao Yan stared silently at the small purple handprint on her back in the photo, but her agent said nothing...
So this thing is something only she can see?
"Look, there's nothing here, right? If it's really uncomfortable, there are two ointments in the box anyway. I'll put them on you here too?"
"No need." Qiao Yan refused to apply the ointment on her waist: "Maybe it's just my psychology. I don't feel any pain now."
"You're really scaring me to death." The agent was speechless for a moment, then glanced at her feet: "Rest well, don't move."
"Got it." Qiao Yan said, rolled into the bed, turned on her phone, and started searching: What's going on with the strange little purple handprint on her back?
The agent went back to the room and moved her laptop over, and started working here with Qiao Yan. After all, he was still worried about her being alone.
On my phone, the search software brought up a bunch of results: local compression, allergic purpura, thrombocytopenic purpura...
Qiao Yan frowned and browsed through it. She felt that what was said here was not quite right, so she went to search on other software.
This search brought up a post from three years ago, where the poster had posted on a spiritual forum seeking help, claiming that he was being haunted by a ghost.
The poster: Everyone who's passing by, please help me! As the title says, I feel like I'm being haunted by a little ghost! Yesterday, when I was walking down the stairs, someone suddenly grabbed my foot and caused me to fall down the stairs. I was hanging clothes on the balcony when someone suddenly pushed me from behind and I almost fell off the balcony...
The poster said: They absolutely want to kill me. Now I dare not go anywhere or do anything, for fear that I will be taken away by an accident... I chew my food slowly, for fear of choking to death.
The poster: Money is not a problem, I just want you to save my life!!!
This post is very unpopular, with few people commenting below.
"That's a bit fake, bro. Everyone else is seeing evil spirits or something, but you're still playing this childish game."
The poster replied: I’m not kidding, bro…
【This bar is not cold yet? 】
The poster replied: I can’t think of where else to go for help except here. I can’t find anyone at home who can handle it.
[I feel like the original poster's words really sound very scary, so I'll give you a thumbs up.]
The poster replied: Thanks for the thumbs up.
The author of the post: I am posting pictures to prove that I am not lying and I am not trying to gain attention. Please, big guys, save me.
【Picture】【Picture】
Qiao Yan loaded the two pictures. Both were photos of the poster's body marks, dark purple in color, on his ankles and back.
Because it was a long time ago, the picture was blurry, but after Qiao Yan enlarged it, she felt that the two purple spots on the other party looked like handprints.
With the mentality of giving it a try, he clicked on this person’s homepage and saw that he had actually posted about his travels three days ago!
So, Qiao Yan sent a private message to the other party without hesitation asking for help, and left messages under several of the other party's posts using a newbie account.
After exiting the software, she logged into the Xingbo app using the secondary account her agent had reminded her of. After thinking for a while, she searched for the keywords: star, actor, support.
All that came out were content about people and pets or endorsements of whitening and skin care products, there was really nothing special about it.
Qiao Yan rolled her eyes and added "well..." after the word "adopted son". This time, the content was much different.
The first one is a crimson picture with bold black text on it: "Has xxx's years of hard work finally paid off? Is becoming famous her destiny?" Wrong! It's actually just about raising money!
What a plain yet appealing title! What a mysterious acronym!
Qiao Yan clicked in immediately.
The first few comments in the comment section were sporadic comments defending the star's fans, saying things like "4,000+ rumors spread" and "marketing accounts are taking advantage of your sister."
Scroll down to find the comments from non-fans:
I knew she was extraordinary and she became so popular for no apparent reason.
I had heard before that there were many people in the entertainment industry who kept extramarital affairs, and it turned out to be true.
No, they are not afraid at all?
People in this line of work are not afraid of anything except not being famous.
Isn't there a rumor that the setting for that person's fan meeting was a luck-sucking formation?
Qiao Yan quickly browsed through the comments, trying to figure out what the "XG" in "raising XG" actually meant.
She was almost at the bottom of the pile when she finally found the answer in the reply to the comment.
XG=little devil.
"Raise...a little ghost." Qiao Yan murmured. The agent who was replying to the message jumped up on the spot with his notebook in his arms.
"What did you just say?!"
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