Thunder and lightning, ghosts were everywhere.

It was clearly a terrifying atmosphere, but Jian Jing did not feel scared. All her attention was drawn to Xie Wei. He had a strange aura that attracted her mind.

"You have tried your best, why do you hate yourself?" she asked.

Xie Wei laughed at himself and sighed, "Yes, I have tried my best, and that's what I convinced myself. It's not my luck, so I accept it, but I never thought that this would last for a full ten years."

The best age of a person's life is no more than ten years.

He has acted in several TV series. Sometimes the show is popular but the actor is not, and sometimes the show is not popular but the actor is not. Over time, everyone thinks that he is unlucky and they are unwilling to give him the opportunity to act.

"Director Huang is nostalgic. I acted in one of his movies eight years ago, and he still remembers me." Xie Wei said absentmindedly, "Many directors in the industry are afraid that I will bring bad luck to their works, but he is the only one who is willing to give me a chance."

For a moment, Jian Jing suspected that he wanted to play the emotional card.

But he quickly overturned it.

"I don't know if I want to try again. I already..." Xie Wei sighed slightly, and a deep gloom appeared between his eyebrows. "I am already very tired."

Jian Jing said: "Maybe, you can change your career."

Xie Wei smiled.

When he smiled, the whole person exuded a special charm, and people could not help but be illuminated by his light and stop to admire it.

"I was born for the screen." He said, "This life, I only do this one thing."

Jian Jing stopped talking.

The wind and rain came, hitting the tiles, making a

rustling sound. The short-haired cat came back from nowhere, its fur all wet, and wanted to go around to avoid the rain, but when it saw Xie Wei, its tail suddenly stood up, its fur exploded, and it looked alert and nervous, and kept breathing at his back.

Xie Wei turned around and looked behind him, with a strange tone: "What is it looking at?"

"It must be scared by the shadow." Jian Jing answered.

Xie Wei didn't say anything.

After a while, the cat stuck to the wall and ran away.

"I should go back now," Xie Wei said, "Anything else you want to ask?"

Jian Jing thought about it and dug a trap: "You have been in the circle for so long, do you know who has a grudge against Shao Meng?"

Xie Wei was stunned for a moment, then he laughed, his eyes flashing: "Miss Jian, do you know how many students graduate from the drama academy every year? How many practitioners are there in several film and television bases? Add to that those kids who haven't even finished high school and can't wait to enter the industry... everyone is a potential enemy."

He lowered his voice: "Every opportunity Shao Meng got was climbed up by stepping on others. There are too many people who have a grudge against him, including me."

"What if we narrow it down to this hotel?"

Xie Wei looked at her and asked, "Why do you care so much about Shao Meng's death?"

"A life is gone, there should be an explanation."

"So that's how it is." Xie Wei said calmly, "It's a pity that I can't answer." It was the same

as saying nothing.

Jian Jing was still unwilling to give up and wanted to say something else, but there was a muffled sound above her head, as if something had fallen to the ground.

Then, a sharp scream erupted from the second floor.

Jian Jing turned around and ran upstairs.

The unusual movement came from Ms. Tao's room. Through the door, she could vaguely hear shouts such as "Don't come over" and "Help", and from time to time there were sounds of things breaking and falling to the ground.

Jian Jing was anxious, fearing that she was attacked, and she didn't even bother to call the proprietress, she just raised her foot and kicked her.

The effect of the power burst card should not be underestimated. The door frame opened with a crackling sound as if it could not bear the weight.

Ms. Tao was the only one in the room.

She was wearing pajamas, with messy hair and a sly expression. She picked up things around her and started to smash them: "Get out, get out, all of you get out."

Jian Jing nimbly avoided her chaotic attack, jumped onto the bed lightly, and when she saw the opportunity, she lifted the quilt and threw it hard, covering Ms. Tao with the quilt.

Ms. Tao, a woman who has been dieting for years, was no match for Jian Jing's strength. No matter how she struggled, she could not get rid of the shackles, but instead exhausted her own strength.

"What's going on?" Others heard the noise and ran upstairs.

Jian Jing jumped out of bed and pulled back the quilt. Ms. Tao was panting, sometimes frightened, sometimes gritting her teeth, her hair was messy, and she hit everyone she saw, like a mad woman.

Director Huang was shocked: "Is she sick?"

"Is the rumor true?" Writer Xu followed and looked around.

Jian Jing held Ms. Tao's back and said helplessly: "Can someone help me hold her down?"

Several men hesitated. Ms. Tao was wearing a very sexy pajamas, and it was not convenient to get started. Finally, Zhang Hongchun came in, rummaged through her luggage, and said, "There are medicines here."

Jian Jing held out her hand: "Give it to me."

The medicine was Risperidone, a psychotropic drug that can be used to treat depression, anxiety, mania, and schizophrenia.

She gave Tao two pills to swallow and fed her two sips of water.

Tao gradually calmed down.

Zhang Hongchun looked at her swollen face with a complicated expression: "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

Jian Jing glanced at her in surprise.

Zhang Hongchun did not intend to explain, and turned away indifferently.

Outside the door, Xue Xiaosheng asked the others: "Is there something wrong with this place? First it was Brother Shao, and now Sister Tao, could it be... haunted?"

Writer Xu reacted strongly: "This place has only been open for more than two years, and the feng shui is good, where does the ghost come from?"

"Not that one," Xue Xiaosheng lowered his voice, as if afraid of disturbing something, "It's that one."

Jian Jing: "???" Which one?

But it seemed that she was the only one who had this question, and everyone else showed a subtle look. Writer Xu rubbed his arms and retracted his head.

"Yeah, it's backlash." Xue Xiaosheng said faintly, "I heard that it happened before..."

"Don't say it." Director Huang interrupted him, "Xiao Tao is sick, doesn't he take medicine? It's the middle of the night, let's go."

Writer Xu: "Old Huang, wait for me, let's discuss the script."

"What can we discuss when the power is out?"

"Let's chat, I still have two cans of beer."

Seeing this, Jian Jing still had something to understand. Writer Xu was scared. Afraid of

ghosts?

Is it true?

And what is backlash? I remember that when she came yesterday, she seemed to have vaguely heard Shao Meng and his assistant mention "backlash."

Jian Jing's eyes fell on Xue Xiaosheng: "What kind of ghost are you talking about just now?"

Xue Xiaosheng was a little nervous: "That one."

"Which one is that?" She stared at him.

Xue Xiaosheng said vaguely: "Yes, a little ghost."

Jian Jing frowned and pondered for a long time, and said strangely: "Are you talking about the little ghost in Thailand?"

"Uh, haha." Xue Xiaosheng was a little embarrassed, "Teacher Jian may not believe it, but there is such a saying in the circle, everyone says so, and I don't mean anything else."

Jian Jing asked: "Some people say that she has a little ghost?"

"No, no, I'm talking nonsense." Xue Xiaosheng seemed to be afraid of getting into trouble, and hurriedly said, "Since Sister Tao is fine, I will go back first."

Before he finished speaking, he had already flashed back to his room.

However, Jian Jing had heard similar rumors before, that some stars went abroad to invite little ghosts back in order to become famous, and raised them like real children, and then became famous. But if you can't satisfy it, you will be backlashed, at least losing money, at worst death.

This is of course nonsense.

Since Ms. Tao brought her own medicine, she has obviously been diagnosed with a mental illness. Thinking about her experience, it is not difficult to understand.

Why did Xue Xiaosheng mention this specifically?

And the red lips, what did she say "Why did you do it in the first place", what is it about?

Jian Jing became suspicious and looked at the sleeping Ms. Tao carefully. Even if a beautiful person is a wolf, she is still beautiful, but the mottled bloodstains on her body affect her beauty.

There are scratches on her neck, arms, and chest, and the marks on her chest are the most obvious.

Speaking of which, before Shao Meng died, he also cut his body with a knife.

Jian Jing's heart moved, and she opened her clothes.

There is a tattoo on the skin on Ms. Tao's chest.

A bird.

The pattern is very small, with only a few strokes, but the strange thing is that the pattern is lifelike, and I don’t know which tattoo artist did it, as if it is about to fly. The scratches on this tattoo are particularly severe, with sharp nails breaking the surface of the skin, oozing out blood.

Jian Jing hesitated for a moment, but still secretly took a picture of the pattern.

What is it like to be in the same room with a corpse at ten o'clock in the evening?

To be honest, it's quite scary.

But with the case, Jian Jing felt like she had a little white rabbit in her heart, jumping around, making her unable to fall asleep, so she had to continue her research.

She had just examined Shao Meng's body - when she performed the autopsy before, she straightened the man and took off his clothes to prevent the body from becoming stiff and difficult to move - so it was convenient to check now.

Shao Meng had about a dozen cuts on his body, none of which hit vital parts, and the most serious one was on his lower back.

That part of the skin seemed to have been scratched by him, which looked quite scary, but at the corners, using a magnifying glass to observe, she could see some traces of tattoos.

This is very interesting.

Do Shao Meng and Ms. Tao have the same tattoos? What does this bird represent? Do they have an unknown connection?

As she was thinking, "Squeak--", the door was pushed open.

A figure appeared at the door, silently.

Jian Jing was startled and turned her head to look.

"Teacher Jingjing." Jiang Baiyan looked at her cautiously, "What are you doing?"

"Looking at a corpse... eh." Jian Jing suddenly felt embarrassed.

It's okay to be in the same room with a corpse, but it's naked, which is a bit... She grabbed the bed sheet and covered Shao Meng with it, as if nothing had happened: "What's the matter?"

"I came downstairs to find something to eat." Jiang Baiyan whispered, "I came to see the light here, I was scared to death."

Her eyes moved slightly, and she joked: "You are so afraid of ghosts, how dare you come here?"

Jiang Baiyan paused and admitted: "I guessed you were here, so I came here."

"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" she asked.

Jiang Baiyan said, "I'm scared and want to talk to someone."

"You can go find Director Huang or screenwriter Xu."

Jiang Baiyan: "... I'm straight."

Jian Jing: "?" "!" "." "

Then let's talk." She suppressed her laughter, "Let's get something to eat together. I'm hungry too."

Jiang Baiyan felt relieved.

There was coffee and snacks in the hotel restaurant.

Jian Jing opened a bag of biscuits, and Jiang Baiyan used warm water to dissolve the coffee powder and insisted on using milk to make milk foam.

There was no electricity, so he beat it manually, stirring and stirring.

Jian Jing: "Just pour some milk."

"No, I know the teacher likes to drink milk foam." He continued to work hard.

After struggling for a long time, he finally whipped out a thin layer and poured it all into her cup.

Jian Jing took a sip of the drink and praised, "It's very finely brewed, and your hand speed is pretty good."

The candlelight flickered, and the two were alone. Jiang Baiyan got excited and said, "You're single."

Jian Jing: "Hmm."

He: "..."

"Bang", his face was full of despair, and his forehead hit the table.

Jian Jing couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed.