Without further hesitation, Jian Jing picked up the utility knife used as a prop, inserted it into the gap and pried it out.

"Teacher Jian, you want to pry the floor?" The PD had received instructions from the director, but did not stop him. Instead, he said, "Let me find a tool."

"Please."

The PD called the prop master with the headset and used the tool directly.

The professional was much better than her. After inserting the screwdriver and hammering it twice, the wooden floor was pried up, revealing the cement underneath.

Jian Jing: "Smash it."

The prop master said nothing, picked up the hammer and started smashing.

Unexpectedly, this layer of cement was not as solid as imagined. It was only a thin layer. After hammering it hard for a while, a hollow layer of partition was exposed.

"Teacher Jian is amazing. There is a layer here." The PD motioned the photographer to move over to take a picture.

Jian Jing waited for him to take a few shots before asking, "Do you smell anything?"

"A bit...stinky?" The PD girl said, her face pale, obviously thinking of something terrible.

Jian Jing gently pulled her arm and put the girl behind her: "Move away."

The PD immediately stepped back three steps.

Pushing aside the cement slag that was in the way, Jian Jing put on latex gloves and slowly reached in.

The cold air blew through the gaps between her fingers, pushing her fingers to touch something. It

was round, three-dimensional, with a bottle neck, and seemed to be a vase.

She adjusted her posture and carefully held the bottle out.

When the light was turned on, it was not a vase, but a wine jar, sealed with red paper. Pale yellow talismans were like chains, densely attached to the surroundings of the wine jar.

When the sealing paper was removed, a pungent and strange smell came out.

Everyone vomited at the same time, and the acid in their stomachs rose to their throats.

"So disgusting." The PD was about to vomit.

Jian Jing held her breath, but did not dare to reach out. She took down the prop hanger in the closet, bent the wire and hooked it out.

A small hand emerged from the water, and the surface was covered with a layer of grayish-white waxy substance.

"Oh my God." The taciturn photographer also exclaimed, "It's a child."

Yes, anyone can see that this is a child's hand. The small fist seemed to be the size of a golf ball, with distinct fingers and intact nails, extremely lifelike, and definitely not a man-made work of art.

How did he get soaked in the altar?

What happened?

The air suddenly became heavy, as if a lump of lead was pressing on her heart, making it hard to breathe.

Jian Jing took a deep breath and said calmly, "Call the police."

The PD hesitated and said uncertainly, "You need to ask the director."

She called the director and explained the situation here. The director was extremely shocked. Although he had a vague premonition when Jian Jing came over to ask if he could search the hotel, he never expected this to happen and hesitated for a moment.

But then I thought, with so many staff and guests, I'm afraid it's impossible to cover it up, so I can only call the police.

After getting a positive answer, Jian Jing said, "Go to other rooms and check."

"Anything else?" The PD was stunned.

Jian Jing didn't answer and walked into room 201.

The program team made some changes to this room, but after lifting the carpet, the different colored floors can still quickly distinguish where the bed used to be. After prying open the floor and breaking open the thin cement, the same wine jar came into view.

There was also a small corpse inside.

Then 202, 203... Every time the result was the same.

Jian Jing, the PD, the cameraman and the prop master all maintained a strange silence. Two people smashed silently, two people recorded silently, and no one spoke.

The rubble blocked her chest and she couldn't breathe.

Finally, she dug out seven bodies.

Jian Jing observed their skulls and judged that the youngest of the seven children was about 2 years old and the oldest was only about 4 years old. All the bodies were soaked in a special liquid, and some organs were covered with corpse wax.

After doing all this, her tolerance reached its limit. She ran out of the hotel and vomited in the backyard. Her intestines and stomach seemed to be emptied instantly, and her throat was burning badly.

"Teacher Jingjing, are you okay?" Jiang Baiyan handed over water, wondering and curious, "What happened? The director suddenly asked us to go back."

Jian Jing rinsed her mouth with water before asking, "Then why didn't you leave?"

"I'm not in a hurry to go back." He said frankly, "If there is anything, it's convenient to help the teacher."

Jian Jing couldn't help laughing. Jiang Baiyan was very timid in the haunted house, but he was surprisingly reliable at other times. He was afraid that she would have a conflict with the program team, so he stayed here to wait for her.

"In the hotel..." She paused and said softly, "There is a corpse."

Jiang Baiyan took a breath and turned pale: "Really?"

She nodded: "You go back, I'm going to wait for the police here."

Jiang Baiyan hesitated and stopped talking.

"?"

"Teacher, you should call Mr. Kang." He lowered his voice, "Something like this happened on the show, and we don't know what to do next. I won't leave either, let's see how the situation develops."

"Ah." Jian Jing held her forehead and began to have a headache, "You're right."

She quickly called Kang Mucheng.

At 1:30 in the morning, the call was still connected quickly. Kang Mucheng's calm voice came: "What's wrong?"

"Uh..." When the words came to her lips, Jian Jing hesitated. She didn't know where to start. Should she say that I went to record a haunted house show, but I dug up seven children's bodies on the scene?

She hesitated, and Kang Mucheng naturally misunderstood. He immediately said, "Don't be afraid. No matter what happens, I will help you solve it. Just tell me everything."

As he spoke, the rustling sound of dressing came from the other end.

Jian Jing felt warm in her heart, and the fatigue from working until late at night dissipated a little. She said, "I'm fine, there was an accident in the program."

"I'm glad you're okay." Kang Mucheng breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his tone, "What happened to the program?"

Jian Jing: "...There was a corpse at the recording site."

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

"I dug it out..."

Kang Mucheng was silent for a moment. Jian Jing

quickly explained the whole story to him.

"I'll be here by plane soon. Before I come, don't agree to any of their conditions." Kang Mucheng cut the Gordian knot. "If you encounter anything you are unsure about, ask Jiang Baiyan. He is very friendly to you."

"Got it." She smiled. "I'm not a child."

Kang Mucheng said, "Yes, children are not as capable as you."

Jian Jing: "Art comes from life."

"Then you can work hard to get the material." Kang Mucheng sneered and said nothing more. "Okay, hang up."

Jian Jing: "Bye..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard a busy tone.

It was an old case, and the police would not arrive so quickly in a short time. The program team held a meeting overnight, but Jian Jing was still wandering around the living room.

She had asked the prop master to move all the program team's stuff away and try to restore the original appearance. She also asked them to take photos of everything they found inside and send them to her to see if there were any clues.

"Teacher Jian, this is the photo taken at that time." The prop master handed her the iPad, "There is a picture of the Big Dipper on this wall."

"Right in front of the bed?"

"Yes."

Jian Jing thought about it and decided to ask for help.

The corpse was buried according to the direction of the Big Dipper, which was definitely not a coincidence, and it looked like some kind of ritual. But she knew nothing about religious spells, so it didn't seem necessary to draw a card for this (?).

Let's ask someone first.

The first person she consulted was naturally Ji Feng, but his phone was turned off. She then looked for Kang Mucheng, who provided a candidate for consultation - a writer signed by Jinwu Publishing House, who is a Taoist priest and writes books on Feng Shui part-time.

What a talent.

She got the phone, said sorry secretly, and resolutely became the bad person who made a phone call in the middle of the night.

After calling three times, the call was finally connected.

"Hello?" The other party was sleepy and spoke with a strong nasal tone.

"Is this Mr. He?" She smiled apologetically.

"Well, yes, you are Jian Jing, right?" Taoist He yawned, his tone was hoarse, "Mr. Kang called me, just ask me if you have anything to say, I still need to sleep."

Kang Mucheng is always so meticulous and thorough. Jian Jing felt relieved, and asked truthfully without any politeness.

Taoist He was so sleepy that he didn't know what he was listening to, but as soon as he caught the sound of the Seven Stars of the North, he immediately perked up.

"They are all children's corpses, buried in the order of the Seven Stars of the North? Interesting." He rubbed his face and pondered, "It sounds a bit like a sorcery I know, but I need more information."

Jian Jing said, "I'm at the scene, what do you want to know?"

"Can you get me an aerial photo of the hotel?" Taoist He asked generously.

Jian Jing asked the PD a few questions and said affirmatively, "Sure, wait a minute."

In order to take a full view of the hotel, the program team brought a drone and could take pictures wherever they wanted. The photographer was having a lavish show today and took several megabytes of photos and sent them over.

Taoist He replied quickly: "This is an evil magic, called Seven Stars Sealing the Coffin, there is a motto 'Seven Stars Sealing the Coffin, the bright moon shining on the river, time passes, and the sea of ​​​​blessings and the mountain of longevity'."

Jian Jing: "What's the use? Immortality?"

"Tsk, you really don't understand anything. Look at the map, doesn't this hotel look strange? It's square, what do you think of?" Taoist He asked.

Jian Jing shuddered: "Coffin?"

"Yes. The coffins in the past were different from those now. It was not just an urn. It was generally divided into a coffin and a coffin. The coffin is a large coffin that is put on the outside of the coffin, and the coffin is for the dead." Taoist He said, "This hotel is a coffin, in order to put the coffin inside, and the seven children are nails."

A flash of inspiration came to him.

"That is to say, there should be a body in this coffin?" Jian Jing's thoughts were extremely clear.

The program crew said that the boss' whereabouts were unknown and he was never found. Maybe they hit the jackpot and guessed the truth correctly, and the body was indeed still in this hotel.

Taoist He said: "There must be, the coffin is sealed."

"Then what is the use of this? Resurrection from the dead?" Jian Jing was curious.

Taoist He sneered: "Have you chosen a grave? The ancestral grave talks about Feng Shui, not for the dead, but for the living. The function of the seven-star coffin is to ensure that future generations have many children and longevity."

Jian Jing: "...feudal superstition is not acceptable." The boss's whereabouts are unknown, and the hotel has been passed on to distant relatives, so how can there be future generations?

"Thank you very much." She thanked Taoist He, "You've been a great help."

"It's no big deal. If you really want to thank me, take some pictures and show them to me. I've never seen such a crazy guy." Taoist He said.

Jian Jing agreed.

The watch went to three forty-five.

She was too tired to move, but she was very energetic and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Now that she was here, she would feel sorry if she didn't find the last body. Jian Jing ate a recovery candy to eliminate her fatigue and sleepiness, and continued to wander around the hotel.

The program crew was having a meeting in the car, and saw a long-haired shadow walking around in the house, which they all felt was a bit creepy.

Assistant director: "Teacher Jian is so brave. I don't even dare to enter the room now."

Photographer: "That's right. Don't judge a person by his appearance. I didn't expect that such a cute girl is so amazing." Director: "

Tsk, to be honest, if it weren't for the cooperation with Feiniao and Xiaobai's rare recommendation, I wouldn't even consider her. I didn't expect to find a treasure. I'm lucky."

Assistant director: "She has a good face and good reasoning skills. It would be a pity if she didn't stay here often. "

The director smiled meaningfully and asked, "Do you think I don't want to?"

The assistant director understood the meaning of the song and smacked his lips without saying anything.

The cameraman: "I just discovered something, it's a bit scary."

He pulled up the video: "Look, when Teacher Jian first entered 201-207, she was looking at marbles. The props department said that marbles were originally from the hotel."

The director: "Damn it, did she see a ghost?"

Assistant Director: "Did the camera capture anything?"

Cameraman: "No."

"No, that's okay." The director stroked his chin, "Remember to edit this in and put a preview."

Others: "Hey, we're going big this time."