Chapter 313: Inhuman (121) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]
Bai Jinshu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the screen.
In the screen, the room mentioned by the fan is also N119.
Now there are two possibilities.
First, there were actually more than just those three people living in the room that Huangmao saw. The family of three he saw was just sharing the room with other people. There were other people living in the room, but on the night they went there, only the family of three were in the villa.
This fan recognized the wrong person. In fact, the person who went out with her was another resident.
There may be two doubts about this. First, the fan may not necessarily recognize the wrong person. Second, generally speaking, those who choose to share a room are young men and women. Everyone is short of money and of similar age, so it is not awkward to live together. It is rare for a family of three to choose to share a room with others.
What's more, according to Huangmao, the oldest of the three is even planning to rent a private jet. His financial situation does not seem like that of someone who is short of money and needs to share a room.
Then it can only be the second possibility.
Bai Jinshu lowered his head thoughtfully. The "person" that the fan saw at the beginning was actually a copy of the blogger.
While he was thinking, the yellow-haired man he pulled over seemed to remember something. He picked up a mint candy from the table and chewed it while saying, "Come to think of it, maybe I've been under too much pressure recently. I had a nightmare last night."
"What nightmare?" Xiaoying was very supportive.
"It's about what happened a few days ago," Huangmao scratched his hair and sat on the empty makeup chair next to Bai Jinshu. He turned around a few times in boredom before saying, "Didn't two of my fans go missing in the amusement park a few days ago? I dreamed that I was walking around in the amusement park in a doll costume and met those two fans."
He treated this as a nightmare, so the makeup artists present didn't take it too seriously.
Not many people knew that he went to cooperate with the police investigation a few days ago, but all the guests had to put on makeup before the live broadcast. Huangmao did not put on makeup with everyone else, so the makeup artist of course knew that he had gone out for something.
Cooperating with the police is not a bad thing. Director Qiao knows very well that the more he asks people to keep it secret, the more likely it is that it will be leaked as explosive news. The makeup artists showed a bit of curiosity on their faces, so he casually said that two fans of Huangmao disappeared yesterday. The last news before they disappeared was that they were going to find Huangmao hidden among the guests according to the news released by the official blog.
The person has been found now, but he was so frightened that the police had to ask Huangmao to cooperate and calm the frightened hearts of the fans.
The more casual his attitude was, the less seriously people took it.
The crew members were aware that something happened in the amusement park yesterday, but they didn't realize that there was a problem with the rides. After hearing what Director Qiao said, the makeup artists thought that "something happened" meant someone was missing, so they naturally didn't think much about it.
Now that Huangmao brought up the matter again, the makeup artist behind Bai Jinshu reached out to take the cosmetics on the table and casually said, "Brother Huangmao, didn't you dream that you took those two fans away?"
"Yes," Huang Mao nodded, "The scenes in the dream seem more real. Isn't it scary?"
"It's okay," a makeup artist in the distance said casually, "They say you dream about something at night, maybe you think too much during the day, brother Huangmao, and that's why you dream about it at night."
The remaining guests looked at each other.
Huangmao didn't know, but they all knew it in their hearts. This was because he inherited the memory of his replica after killing it yesterday, but he thought it was just a dream.
The staff only thought that two of Huangmao's fans were missing, but they knew clearly that the two fans were taken away by the replicas.
Not only was he missing, he was eventually found at the bottom of a cliff that was completely impossible to reach on foot.
Now Huangmao said that he dreamed of him leaving with two fans, which means that he got a copy of the memory of leaving with two fans, which... most likely also includes the part about how he got the two fans under the cliff.
This part is probably not easy.
Several people looked at each other. If Huangmao had not been there yesterday afternoon, everyone would have probably gathered around him to ask him what happened in his dream.
Hong Conghua questioned Xiaoying with his eyes and got an affirmative nod from Xiaoying.
Some memories also appeared in her mind.
This means that the two copies that died yesterday evening were indeed theirs.
But if that's the case... Bai Jinshu's mind turned around. On the night when he and Herbisk killed each other's copies, the yellow-haired man might not have taken action.
So what did he do when he was awake that night?
And if this is the case, what is the pattern of the appearance of imitation products?
At first he thought that these things would only appear at night, like the first and second murders and the two copies of the brothers who entered the room at one o'clock in the morning, all of which appeared in front of the real owner at night.
However, the copies of Huangmao and Xiaoying, as well as the one mentioned in the Weibo comments section, made him less sure.
Just then, the cell phone suddenly rang a few times.
"Sorry," Bai Jinshu suddenly came back to his senses, glanced at the caller ID, stood up and gestured to the makeup artist behind him, "I'm going to go out and answer the phone."
Old Wu’s phone call.
When I called him last night, he was at a dinner party. He said he would check on him after he got home, but he never called me and didn't reply to my message. He probably forgot about it after getting drunk and only remembered it now.
Bai Jinshu walked outside the dressing room to answer the phone. Sure enough, the guilty voice of Old Wu came from the microphone: "Um... I didn't see the message you sent last night."
"It's okay," Bai Jinshu said directly, "Just tell me if you found the website?"
"No," Old Wu scratched his head. "That's strange. I remember that I never deleted the history on my computer, but I can't find the URL from before. I clicked on all the links in the history of those days but didn't see the content. Could the publisher have deleted it?"
"Hang up, bye." Bai Jinshu was not surprised at all, he knew it.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't hang up. Who are you looking for?" Old Wu sounded curious.
Bai Jinshu rubbed his forehead: "Private matter."
"Private matter? What private matter?" Old Wu asked.
"Why are you asking this?" Bai Jishu suddenly became alert.
Old Wu is not on this island, so logically he should not suspect that his agent has anything to do with these things.
But what he just said was extremely strange.
You know, although Lao Wu is a talkative person, he is not very curious. The main reason is that he is not a professional agent, and his relationship with me is more of a friend than a business person, so the social circles of the two people overlap.
He is not a sociable person. Even after entering the entertainment industry, he did not make many friends. The few personal relationships he had were developed through Lao Wu, or in other words, Lao Wu would be brought along to the end.
In this case, compared with other people, not to mention a rich private life, even his circle of friends is not rich.
His social circle is so narrow, and 90% of it overlaps with his own, which led to Old Wu never worrying about his private life.
The chain reaction of not caring too much about the private lives of artists is that Old Wu actually doesn't care much about his social circle. Anyway, there are only a few people coming and going, and Bai Jinshu knows this.
It has almost never happened before that he continued to be questioned even though he said it was a private matter.
"Curious," Old Wu on the other end of the phone seemed to notice his vigilance and laughed, "Aren't you recording a show? I'm just curious if anyone else needs this thing."
"Ersi," Herbiskus walked towards him at the end of the corridor, "We are almost done with our makeup, how long will it take you to call?"
"Right away," Bai Jinshu looked up at Herbisk, and said into the microphone, "I just mentioned it in passing when I mentioned it to someone. Since I haven't found anything, forget it. It's not an important matter."
He became suspicious of Old Wu.
At first, he had a fixed mindset and only thought that this thing was brought by Hong Conghua's comic character. But now that the comic character has left, those imitations are not only still there, but have even changed from operating in secret to appearing around them openly in an attempt to replace them. This fully proves that this thing either does not come from the comics, or did not leave with the comic character.
And now, in the corridor, Bai Jinshu suddenly remembered something.
The memory he gained contained gossips from several makeup artists in the room.
"Herbiskus," he put away his phone and waved at Herbiskus. After he came over, he lowered his voice and asked, "Does the memory you got include the part where we heard gossip in the corridor before we entered the room?"
Herbisk frowned slightly: "Raising a little ghost?"
"Yes." Bai Jinshu nodded.
The makeup artist said that there was a male actor in the crew he used to work in who had a little ghost. Everything he got, he had to give an identical copy to the little ghost.
"She said that everything that the star got should be given to the little ghost," Bai Jinshu lowered his voice, "Then what if it is not necessary to give a share to the little ghost, but the so-called 'little ghost' already has a share?"
Herbisk blinked slightly: "You mean, that little devil is a replica?"
Apart from imitations, who else could "own" something that is exactly the same as the original?
"I just have a suspicion," Bai Jinshu tapped the wall thoughtfully, "and if that kid is a replica, then there will be more doubts."
It is clear in his description that the male star is aware of the existence of the imitations, and he is consciously maintaining consistency between himself and the imitations.
No matter how superstitious a person is, it is impossible for him to believe that a "person" who looks exactly like him is a ghost who can fulfill his wishes, right?
Not to mention that looking at the current situation, the imitation is clearly trying to replace the original. Being able to regard such a thing that wants to kill you all the time as a ghost is no longer superstition, it is stupidity.
People in the entertainment industry are all smart people, Bai Jinshu doesn't believe that anyone could be so stupid.
Then his behavior becomes intriguing.
Preparing double for everything you own is not a small amount of money. People are shrewd and will not do anything without profit. How can anyone be willing to spend such a large amount of money in vain without charging any other interest?
There must be more secrets behind these sudden imitations.
He frowned slightly and began to regret that he had been so quick and decisive in dealing with these things a few days ago.
I should have left him alive to ask what happened.
Bai Jinshu sighed, remembering that Herbisk had come to him just now to urge him to go back and put on makeup. He didn't want to waste time here and quickly walked forward.
The live broadcast of the program started at 11:30 in the morning. The remaining guests all went to the villa to prepare for the live broadcast, leaving Bai Jinshu alone in the dressing room.
The crew's dressing room was converted from a study on the third floor of another villa. The large table inside was occupied by a dressing table, which was filled with six makeup lights.
During the shooting process, makeup needed to be touched up. Apart from the makeup artist next to me who was busy working, the remaining two makeup artists did not pack up their things and just sat aside chatting.
Bai Jinshu waited with his eyes closed for more than ten minutes, finally finished the rest of his makeup, and walked downstairs.
Most of the staff had already gone to the villa used for filming. Bai Jinshu walked down from the third floor and didn't see anyone along the way.
Hong Conghua tagged him on the phone and urged him to hurry up, saying that the three teachers invited by the director had all arrived and he was the only one missing.
Bai Jinshu lowered his head and replied with an OK, then quickened his pace.
After walking out of the villa door, there is still a short distance to reach the shooting room.
As soon as Bai Jinshu walked out of the villa, he saw Director Qiao waiting in the middle of the path, waving at him and urging him, "Hurry, hurry, you're the only one missing, come here quickly."
Bai Jinshu was about to take a step forward when he suddenly heard a voice in his mind: "Cen Bingqi, don't go over there yet."
The voice appeared suddenly, as if it was ringing in his mind, and interrupted his steps in an instant.
Auditory hallucination?
"Ersi, hurry up, what are you standing there for?" Director Qiao's voice sounded again.
Bai Jinshu frowned and took a small step forward tentatively.
"Damn it, why don't you believe in evil today..." The voice in my head appeared again, "I came out, which means that person is not normal, why did you go over there?"
Okay, it’s confirmed that it’s not an auditory hallucination.
This is indeed the voice that came from my head.
What does "I am out so it is not normal" mean?
Bai Jinshu felt that he was the most abnormal one right now.
He tentatively replied: "You mean this thing is a replica of Director Qiao's?"
"What imitation?" The voice in my head asked in doubt, "How should I know what you are doing outside? If you want to do something dangerous, just call Cen Bingqi out."
During the conversation between the two, Director Qiao waved at him again.
Bai Jinshu had his doubts in his heart and didn't dare to go over, but now they were in a place where staff could pass by at any time. He couldn't anger this replica and make [11] or [17] in his body come out to kill people on the spot.
Not to mention that there seems to be another one coming out now.
These personalities seem to know each other.
【17】 appeared before the death of the replica, so this should not be a sequelae of his memory after the death of the replica.
That's strange...
In a split second, Bai Jinshu didn't have time to think about all this. He quickly picked up his phone and pretended to have received a message: "Hey, Director Qiao, wait a minute. The makeup artist just said that my microphone is out of stock. I'll go back and get it."
The microphone on his collar was still in his pocket, and he hadn't had time to remove it.
This is the perfect excuse.
Without waiting for Director Qiao in the middle of the road to say anything, Bai Jinshu immediately turned around and walked towards the villa. As he walked, he typed a sentence on his phone [@葱花, is Director Qiao on the set now? ], and asked in his mind: "Who is Cen Bingqi? Who are you all? Do you know each other?"
He wanted to ask the first question last time.
Whose name is this?
Even if we don't talk about the problem with Old Wu's personality booklet, just say that these personalities were created by him on his own initiative.
It is common for a split personality to have its own name, but it is rather rare to give a name to a personality that already exists in the body.
The "Cen Bingqi" they were talking about was obviously calling himself. This name didn't seem like a code name or a nickname. It had a real name and a surname. Who was it?
After Bai Jinshu asked this question, he felt the voice in his head pause.
"You are not Cen Bingqi?" The voice suddenly became louder. "Who are you?"
Its reaction was so huge that Bai Jinshu felt confused for a moment.
He still had no idea who these people who suddenly appeared in his mind were.
"Are you new?" The voice paused, and the inexplicability and disbelief in the voice sounded just as much as his, "No, it shouldn't be..."
“Shouldn’t there be new people appearing?” The voice took a deep breath and shouted at the top of its voice, “Don’t sleep, don’t sleep, there’s a problem, everyone come out! It seems like someone else has appeared!”
With a loud "boom".
Bai Jinshu felt as if his brain suddenly exploded, and even his walking movements got stuck.
At this moment of confusion, a bunch of voices suddenly appeared in his mind, and for a moment, he felt as if he was pulled into a chaotic chat room where no one turned off the microphone.
Then, a familiar, irritable voice sounded. It was so loud that it overwhelmed the others. It was like it was highlighted in yellow and bold in my mind: "Stop arguing, especially you, Cen Bingqi. Why are you talking so much? What happened? Where is Cen Bingqi?"
"Isn't Cen Bingqi outside?" someone interrupted.
"Then call him in." Another voice.
"It's broad daylight, it's not good to sleep. Who knows if he is working?" A more stable voice.
"It's not difficult to find a stool to take a nap." A casual voice.
"Cen Bingqi seems to have encountered something," someone interrupted, "When I went out last night, someone was trying to kill him. Isn't it too unsafe to call him in at this time?"
This is the message [17] left that night.
“Then I’ll go out and keep an eye on it.” [11]’s voice.
"You... forget it," [17] sneered. "He's hiding his identity and even using a fake name. I'm afraid you'll be recognized within a few minutes of leaving the house."
"Cen Bingqi, do you want to fight?" [11] asked impatiently.
“Go ahead and hit me. It’s not like I can’t beat you.” [17] His voice was nonchalant.
"Stop arguing for a moment, okay?" The voice in his mind that had initially made him cautious appeared, "Listen to why I'm calling you out first?"
"What are you doing?" [11] asked stiffly, "Why are you outside? Did Cen Bingqi encounter any problem?"
"Did you hear what I said just now..." The voice was speechless.
Bai Jinshu walked around the room and sat down on a sofa.
The voices sang in unison, as if they were performing a sitcom. Each voice was his, but the differences between each one could be subtly distinguished based on the tone of voice.
To be honest, if this conversation was not in one's own mind, it would be a classic tutorial on how to use one voice to create different dubbing effects.
Bai Jinshu felt that something was not right and decided not to say anything until these people finished speaking.
Although the program was in a hurry to be filmed, the fake director Qiao was still blocking him on the road outside, so he couldn't go even if he wanted to.
Besides, when these voices in his mind sounded, it was as if they were sharing the same brain with him, as if the CPU was occupied. He really couldn't think of anything, his mind was full of these voices.
The voices argued for a while, and asked a few more questions about where that "Cen Bingqi" was. Finally, [11] overwhelmed everyone with his voice: "So why are you calling everyone out?"
The voice at the beginning paused, as if remembering that it was on business: "The person outside is not Cen Bingqi."
As soon as these words came out, everyone became confused: "Who is that?"
"Are there not many people missing?"
"Twenty-three, that's about right. Is Cen Bingqi not here?"
"If Cen Bingqi isn't here, then isn't that him?"
"No," the voice emphasized again, "Just now when I went out, he asked me who Cen Bingqi was?"
"Is it..." He paused, "Is there a new person?"
This time, it was completely blown up.
Bai Jinshu listened to a group of voices in his head calling Cen Bing something. His first reaction was not to think how bizarre this was, but to be deeply curious about how these voices could tell whether they were calling him or someone else.
They are all pronounced "qi". Didn't they consider their practicality in actual use when naming them?
Or maybe these voices are actually made up by his schizophrenic brain, and no matter who is calling who, he is essentially acting with himself, so he can't call the wrong name at all...
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but twitch his lips and patted his head, once again wondering if he was under too much pressure after filming the variety show and encountering strange things.
Fortunately, the chaotic voices in my mind returned to order after a small noise.
The crowd seemed to have put forward a representative, and many people said that he "had experience in communicating with newcomers" and asked him to just follow the original statement and send the other party to negotiate with them.
[11] and [17] quarreled for a while.
"Ahem, hello?"
The voice was a gentle and scholarly one. He said, "Don't panic. Why did such a voice appear in your mind? I am not any physical 'person'. I appeared in your mind because of the body you are currently using. If everything around you makes you feel unfamiliar, don't panic. Do you remember what happened before you appeared in this body?"
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First 40+ random 20, after these few days it won't be so late (lying down)
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