Chapter 40: There's a ghost!!!
The director rushed down and frantically covered the camera.
"Wait...wait! Don't take pictures, don't take pictures yet!"
Unfortunately, it was too late.
The director looked at the screen awkwardly.
【Wait, friends, did I hear that right?】
[Is this the new guest? Plagiarism, burning houses, burning sheet music, stacking buffs?]
[What's so mysterious about this show? Are all the guests this amazing?]
At least the charges against Tu Chaoxi didn't stand up to scrutiny, but this one, she admitted it right from the start.
Surprisingly, things are a bit calm here. It's like I'm no longer surprised by anyone who comes on the show.
Yes, Tu Chaoxi has seven deadly sins, and he only has three. If you combine burning houses and burning sheet music into one, then that's two.
[If you combine burning houses, burning sheet music, and plagiarism, that's a whopping sum of ten thousand yuan!]
[...]
This generation of netizens seems to have been driven crazy.
The cameraman finally realized what was happening and quickly cut off the camera.
A deathly silence fell over the surroundings.
The director wiped his face, feeling utterly dejected. He had thought an angel had arrived, but it turned out to be just another tyrant!
Jiang Ye, who was dragging a suitcase, was walking towards them.
The director grabbed him and said through gritted teeth, "Xiao Jiang, you seem so quiet, but you actually have a strong bias towards your own people!"
They dare to call setting a house on fire gentle!
After saying that, she grabbed the staff and stormed off.
He needs to think carefully about how to record this show!
Jiang Ye:?
Turning his head, he saw the very person he was about to look for standing in front of the van!
For the first time in this village, Jiang Ye showed a panicked expression: "Junior brother! What are you doing here?!"
He had just managed to contact a fellow disciple and learned the general situation from him.
Last night, the music room was burned to the ground, and all the original scores that Nan Ke had won awards for representing the academy over the past four years were burned to ashes. The entire academy was in chaos, and the mentor was so angry that he was hospitalized.
Everyone is looking for this junior brother.
But to my utter surprise, the person actually came here!
Nan Ke seemed unconcerned about the bombshell he had dropped so gently, and smiled, "Long time no see, senior brother."
Jiang Ye was afraid of upsetting him, so she didn't dare to ask any more questions about school. "You...you haven't slept all night, have you? Why don't you come to my place and catch up on some sleep?"
Nan Ke raised an eyebrow, glanced at the van out of the corner of her eye, and wiped the cold sweat from her hands with the cloth she used to clean the lenses.
He said, "Okay."
He also wanted to test whether he would still have nightmares after confronting his fear.
Seeing that everyone had left, the driver sighed and took a deep breath. He picked up a hose to wash the car, but as soon as he turned on the valve, he looked up and was startled!
"Sister? What are you still doing here? Come down quickly!"
In the car, Tu Yao leaned back in the back seat, lost in thought, like a statue.
Upon hearing the voice, he nodded in realization: "Oh."
Then he slowly got off the bus.
The driver muttered as he washed his hands, "This young man seems to have a good temper, so why did he burn down the house?"
"Don't be like him, little sister. He's too impulsive."
Tu Yao blinked, touched her forehead, and sighed.
"oh."
He sighed again.
"...This is a bit tricky."
...
In the dead of night, Nan Ke suddenly opened his eyes, his whole body soaked in cold sweat as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
He closed his eyes briefly. Above him was an old-fashioned incandescent bulb, its light not bright enough to dispel the face still lingering in his mind.
It took him a while to come to his senses.
Ten years later, he met Tu Yao, but the production team mistook him for a guest star and temporarily arranged for him to stay in this small room of less than 20 square meters, which could only fit a bed.
Jiang Ye was worried that he wouldn't be used to such a small room during the day, so she suggested that they switch rooms.
He refused.
How could he not be used to it?
Nan Ke slowly walked out of the room, glanced back, and closed the door.
He has lived in even the smallest places.
The autumn rains had left the air damp and chilly. Nan Ke walked on and stopped in front of a square, flat-roofed house.
The gates of the rural courtyard were easy to push open, and he entered the yard just like that.
Then he took out his phone and made a call.
The call was answered quickly, and a clear, cheerful voice said, "Nan Ke, this is the first time you've called me on your own initiative."
How have you been lately? Do you need to schedule a follow-up examination?
Across from him was his psychologist, Chen Shu.
Shedding the gentle facade he had cultivated during the day, his expression turned cold as he said in a chilling voice, "I listened to you, faced my fear head-on, and still had nightmares."
And they've gotten even deeper into it than before.
In his dream just now, he saw Tu Yao from when he was a child again. She pretended to be innocent and called him brother. After leading him step by step into the deep mountains, she immediately tore off her pretense and disgustedly threw him away.
That face, that expression, always terrified him.
Chen Shu was writing a medical record when he heard this. He immediately put down his pen, his smile vanished, and he asked seriously, "You mean, you saw her?"
Why would you agree to see her?
Instead of answering, Nan Ke asked, "Since this doesn't work, can we try a different method?"
Chen Shu's eyelids twitched: "What method?"
Nan Ke smiled faintly, his previously cold face now overflowing with tenderness, and said:
"Would it be better to confront her directly, set a fire, and burn everything down?"
Chen Shu was instantly terrified: "Don't do anything rash!"
"Nan Ke! What are you trying to do? Don't do anything reckless!"
The phone was hung up immediately after I finished speaking.
When I dialed back, the line was busy the entire time.
Chen Shu was extremely anxious. He had met Nan Ke ten years ago when he was an intern. A couple brought their eleven-year-old son, Nan Ke, to the clinic.
At that time, Nan Ke was gloomy, silent, and unlikable, but he was handsome, and his slightly curly hair gave him an innate artistic temperament.
The couple came from a wealthy family, had prestigious jobs, and were generous with their money. Their only requirement was that the child be restored to "normal," to the point where he could live up to their "expectations" for their offspring, and to the gentle and excellent version of their future children.
Ten years have passed, and Chen Shu has gone from an intern to a senior employee, taking over the case from his teacher. The couple had died in a car accident two years ago, and Nan Ke seems to have fulfilled his so-called "expectation".
Gentle and excellent.
But it failed to become "normal," and even became increasingly abnormal.
Nan Ke turned off her phone and slowly scanned the room.
There was a pile of firewood in front of the house, which had been kept very dry despite the recent rains.
There was also a stack of plastic film next to it.
Both are good combustible materials.
Fortunately, the lighter that started the fire in the music room was still in his hand.
With a "snap," the flame ignited.
Nan Ke crouched down and slowly reached for the pile of thin film.
Once the destructive urge is unleashed, it's like a wild beast running free, and Nan Ke has always enjoyed this feeling.
Almost there, Nan Ke smiled with satisfaction; it would be lit soon…
But just then, with a "whoosh," a basin of icy water was suddenly poured over his head!
Nan Ke: ...
The surging rage was instantly extinguished.
Nan Ke subconsciously raised his head slowly.
Then I noticed that the window had been open at some point.
Tu Yao, still half asleep, was wearing a light yellow floral nightgown and holding a large wooden bucket in her hands.
Just as I finished pouring the water and was about to go back, my gaze suddenly fell upon a figure.
She was stunned, as if she had been startled, and backed away repeatedly!
"There's a ghost!!!!"
Nan Ke: ...
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