Of course!
Zhao Shengmo would not allow anyone to question her. She would not lose again this time no matter what.
So on the agreed day, she dressed up beautifully and came to the meeting place.
It turned out to be a bus.
"Hello, please hand in all your electronic products first."
Why?
Zhao Shengmo began to have doubts.
"Because the show is about slow-paced modern life, there cannot be any mobile phones or tablets involved, which will destroy the original intention of the show. In order for the guests to experience this slow-paced life, they must be forced to quit their dependence on electronic products."
What kind of nonsense is this?
Then you are still taking pictures, isn’t that also an electronic product?
She didn't dare to say anything and finally handed over her phone reluctantly.
"Don't worry, you can come back after you finish recording an episode. It won't take too long, at most a week."
Oh, that's good.
Zhao Shengmo felt comforted.
And so she got on the bus.
Then she saw many familiar faces, and for a moment, a vague feeling of uneasiness emerged in her heart.
"Hey, I heard that the program crew and the bus driver have not been arrested yet. It feels a bit scary. Netizens even gave them a name."
"What?"
"ghost."
"Hahahaha, this is so funny."
There was laughter coming from next door. Zhao Sheng listened silently and frowned.
"Strange, why is he here too?"
Someone sat next to Zhao Shengmo. Zhao Shengmo looked and found that it was a popular star recently. She moved to talk to him.
"What's wrong with him?"
The man came up to her and said,
"I heard that a female star committed suicide by jumping from his room. After that, no one knew about it. Everyone said he was the one who killed her. I didn't expect him to come to the show. It seems that the Internet really has no memory."
Isn’t it? Zhao Shengmo curled his lips.
She had the same intention.
"By the way, who was that female celebrity who jumped off the building? Oh, it was Lin Yanyan. She was a little famous at the time."
Lin Yanyan?
Zhao Shengmo's face suddenly turned grim.
"What’s wrong with you?"
The other party realized that something was wrong with her and looked at her in confusion.
"Oh, no, maybe I'm a little carsick."
Oh, and that person shut up.
"Then you should rest more, I won't say anything more."
Zhao Shengmo leaned her head against the bus. When she heard that name, the strings in her head seemed to break.
My head hurts...
The bus started moving, but the two people in front had not yet finished their discussion.
"What do you think? If we also encounter a ghost bus and driver, and our production team is a ghost crew, then wouldn't we end up in a miserable situation?"
"That's not necessarily true. Maybe we are also Sherlock Holmes?"
"We live in a farmyard, not a mountain villa, so don't worry."
"I won't be the first to die anyway."
The discussion was still going on, but Zhao Shengmo felt anxious for no reason.
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