Qiao Yan quickly reached into his trouser pockets, empty!
But she remembered very clearly that she hid the talisman in the pocket of her base clothes during filming, and then when she changed back into her regular clothes, she took it out and put it in the pocket of her current pants.
How could it disappear without a trace?!
The little devil on the back didn't have the patience to wait. It moved its body and said angrily: "Why is mom ignoring me?"
"..." Qiao Yan wanted to argue that she had never had a child! But it was obvious that these people would not listen to her.
"Mom." The temperature in the room dropped completely, and another little ghost appeared at this time, grabbing Qiao Yan's hair with both hands.
Hiss!!! Qiao Yan felt a sharp pain in her scalp, and the two forces pulled her back, sending her crashing to the ground. The back of her head was hit hard, and she felt dizzy.
"Hehe, you hurt mommy."
"Hehehe... Mom loves playing with me the most."
Qiao Yan supported herself with her hands and sat up. Without the talisman, the marks on her body began to hurt again. Perhaps because they had been suppressed before, the pain was particularly intense this time.
She wanted to stand up, but the two little devils wouldn't let her. One dragged her legs and the other pulled her hair to pull her out.
Qiao Yan was forced to slide several meters. Even through the clothes, the place where she rubbed against the ground still felt burning with pain.
The two little devils were incredibly strong, and they took it as a form of entertainment to drag Qiao Yan along, laughing non-stop as they watched her struggle in pain.
Although the room was spacious compared to other hotels, Qiao Yan inevitably bumped into some corners during this torturous process.
The children's laughter exploded in her ears, the world was buzzing and roaring, and she could only curl up into a ball to minimize the damage.
Qiao Yan kept recalling everything that happened today in her mind. The most crucial point was who took her talisman?
That person must also be the one who raised the little ghost.
Few people had greeted each other today, but after she changed, there were only two people she had close contact with: her manager and Mei Zhizhi.
Again, her back hit the foot of the bed, and at the same time the doorbell rang.
The moment the bell rang, the two little ghosts let go of each other, but they did not disappear. Instead, they stood in front of Qiao Yan holding hands.
Qiao Yan grumbled as she climbed to her feet, her entire body aching. She knew the person outside could only be her agent, but she couldn't let him in right now.
"What's wrong?" She opened the door a crack and used her figure to block the inside tightly.
"Why is the AC on so low?" the agent asked curiously, but didn't mean to come in. He just reminded her, "Are you sleeping? Your hair is all messed up. Director Wen has decided to shoot a few scenes tomorrow without the female lead. As for the female lead, if the results aren't good, they'll probably have to replace her."
"Something's clearly amiss on the set. The second female lead was even photographed entering the second male lead's room last night. You should be more careful yourself. We're down-to-earth and will leave once our scenes are finished."
Qiao Yan nodded, her body stiff, because the two little ghosts ran to her back again, and the cold and stinging sensation penetrated her skin.
She gripped the doorknob tightly, trying to ignore the incomprehensible but dizzying whispers in her ears. She kept telling herself she couldn't drag innocent people into this.
The agent explained a few more things before leaving. She seemed to be going to meet with the crew members for something. In short, Qiao Yan could no longer hear what she was saying later.
As soon as her agent left, she immediately closed the door and knelt on the ground.
A pair of small hands pressed on her abdomen, and another pair covered her eyes. Then she could no longer feel anything except pain.
Before she lost consciousness, Qiao Yan thought, if she could still see the sun tomorrow, she would definitely settle the score with Mei Zhizhi. She had figured it out: Mei Zhizhi was the only one who met both the motive and the timeframe for the crime.
My body felt very heavy, and every joint felt sore.
But even though her body felt heavy, Qiao Yan felt as if she was floating.
She struggled to open her eyes, and the familiar surroundings made her feel a little dazed. Was she still in the room? The white round ceiling light was right above her head, and the light was dazzling. But Qiao Yan didn't know why she kept staring at it, until her eyes ached and tears welled up.
Cold tears slid down her skin. Qiao Yan wanted to move, but found that her body was completely out of her control.
How did she get on the bed? Could it be those two little devils who carried her up there? Or did the staff find her? Qiao Yan's mind wandered as she noticed two figures passing through the wall and entering the room.
She couldn't move her eyes. The tears stimulated by the light still blurred her vision, making Qiao Yan's perspective on the world become bizarre.
Through her tears, Qiao Yan saw the distorted figures of the two sudden intruders. Their faces were blurry, but she could recognize that their clothes were dark green.
They approached Qiao Yan little by little. When they were about one meter away, Qiao Yan felt the cool air coming from them, which was much colder than the air conditioner in the room.
The two men looked quite strong. Qiao Yan was wary of their approach and tried hard to move, but it was in vain.
The two men came to Qiao Yan's bed. One of them bent down to look at her, blocking the light from the ceiling lamp with his head. Qiao Yan's eyes finally got a moment's rest.
The person in front of him was wearing a large white mask and a green hat covering his hair, revealing only a pair of dead fish eyes. Because he was facing away from the light, his face looked very dark.
This outfit... Qiao Yan looked at him, only to see him stretch out his hands and say, "It's her."
As soon as he finished speaking, another person stretched out his hand. Qiao Yan was like a goose to be roasted, and the two men grabbed one of her arms and lifted her up from the bed.
"What are you doing?!" She found that she could open her mouth, but no sound came out. The two men held her very tightly, as if they were afraid that she would run away.
Qiao Yan's body was finally able to move slightly, but this small struggle could not shake the two big men at all. Their expressions did not change, and their postures did not move at all. They pulled Qiao Yan and slammed her against the wall of the room.
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