Chapter 70 Keep up

"I'm sorry." He Jingtong apologized immediately.

Su Xu said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, it's been a long time."

"Besides..." Su Xu pondered for a moment.

"Maybe I'll need your help later." He smiled, stood up from the bench, said hello to the three people, and said, "I'll go find the director."

Afterwards, Su Xu turned and left.

"What does he mean?" Qi Xue stared at the game interface in a daze. In the original online monster-killing mode, now he was the only character left, wandering in the wind.

"Do you want to know my guess, or do you want to know how much I can know?" He Jingtong looked at Qi Xueyi. His black eyes were like a rough stone, and the meaning inside could never be seen clearly until it was revealed.

"No, when you say how much you know, it means that there must be something complicated in what Su Xu just said." Qi Xue frowned.

"Do you need to ask me a question?" He Jingtong suddenly thought of the function of the turtle soup that was originally going to be developed after Fu Zexun's death.

"Can you get answers just by asking questions?" Qi Xueyi asked in surprise, "Are there any restrictions?"

"No." He Jingtong thought about the introduction of the function and suddenly felt that it was more like a double-sided dice with only yes or no, and the result of each question was correct.

Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi looked at each other, then they both looked at He Jingtong and said in unison: "No, it does."

"Can I only ask once a day, or can I only use it three times a day?" Qi Xueyi said tentatively.

Jian Zirui frowned: "I originally thought that asking once a month would be enough."

"But we still don't understand the cause and effect between asking questions and getting answers, as well as their actual weight," Qi Xueyi also said.

"So I think that if I use it once a day, or three times a day, it will ensure that this ability does not affect He Jingtong's use. And even if it is exposed in the future, people who want to know the future will not be able to ask only one or three questions."

This can be considered an indirect guarantee that even if He Jingtong encounters danger, his life will not be in danger.

"Then show one to the outside, but actually there are three." He Jingtong said after thinking for a while.

"The ideas are all good, but do you know that the reason why mystery is called mystery is because it is so attractive?" Jian Zirui still thought that this number was too much.

"One a day, that's 365 a year. With so many questions, even if you want to know whether there have been aliens on Earth before, you can find out."

"The answer to this question is yes." He Jingtong did not use the turtle soup. The alien he was referring to was the system.

Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui were both dumbfounded.

"How can you know something like this?!"

"The role of ability is just to answer the two choices of yes or no," He Jingtong explained.

"This is already exceeding the limit, right? The key point is that there is no limit. Do you want to be a prophet who knows the fate of the world?" Qi Xueyi admitted that he could not help but complain, but when he found that He Jingtong lowered his head slightly, his heart still skipped a beat.

When we say there are no limits, we just know that there are no limits.

Do you know what's the use?

It is useful only when you can guide things towards the direction you want after knowing it.

Qi Xueyi could think of all this without He Jingtong even saying it.

"Feel sorry."

He Jingtong looked up at him strangely.

Qi Xueyi apologized and said, "Then set it to once every three days, but actually it can be three times a day."

And the real truth is, ask unlimited questions.

One layer upon another.

"That's it." He Jingtong didn't care about that. He looked at the scene where Su Xu and the director were talking not far away and chose to return to the topic at the beginning. "Also, do you want to ask again now?"

"Ask." Qi Xueyi said decisively, "It doesn't make sense. We have already thought about the restrictions, but you don't even try."

"Questions or something...Jane Zirui should go first?" Qi Xueyi was initially struggling with which angle to ask from.

"The information now is that Su Xu's father passed away because he was too immersed in the extreme emotions of the character in the play while acting. His father has also passed away for some years."

Jian Zirui summarized it all. When she saw the other two students nodded, she did not ask questions right away. Instead, she said, "But why do we have to use He Jingtong's ability to ask?"

"The answer we want is just what Su Xu meant by what he said."

"Knowing that he had a hidden agenda and that he would need our help in the future, I thought that even if we wanted to know any intelligence information, we could go directly through him."

Instead of using He Jingtong's ability.

"That's a power that can only be used once every three days." Jian Zirui emphasized.

"As for the information we want to obtain, apart from the part that needs to be learned from Su Xu, it is better to ask directly like ordinary people for the rest—"

"Will there be bloodshed in the next operation?" Jian Zirui raised her eyes and looked at He Jingtong.

At this time, the three of them were sitting in a row on a small bench in the corner. Jian Zirui leaned forward, put his knees on his collarbone, stared at the tiles on the ground and spoke.

He Jingtong said after a while: "The answer is yes."

"I understand what you mean." Qi Xueyi glanced at Jian Zirui.

This is something that needs to be laid from now on, given the limitations of He Jingtong's abilities.

Although Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui's purpose is only to hope that He Jingtong will be able to protect himself in terms of the value of his interests in the future when his abilities may be in danger.

"Will anyone die in this matter related to Su Xu?" Qi Xueyi asked.

He Jingtong chuckled and replied, "Sorry, my ability can only be used once every three days."

"But speaking from my own perspective, I can tell you that—"

"yes."

The smile on He Jingtong's face disappeared instantly.

Afterwards, Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi's faces also turned cold.

What to do...

Are we going to break the rules that have just been set?

Before Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui figured out the problem, He Jingtong asked, "Is the person who died one of Jian Zirui, Qi Xueyi, and He Jingtong?"

"Don't ask such questions!" Qi Xueyi stood up suddenly. The small stool he was sitting on was shaking and almost fell down.

"No." He Jingtong asked and answered himself.

He Jingtong looked at Qi Xueyi, who was in a bad mood, with an unpleasant expression on his face, and asked again: "Is the dead person Su Xu?"

As soon as the question was asked, He Jingtong's face turned pale, and he said with difficulty: "...Yes."

"You must be kidding me. A person my age, whom I just met and whose contact information I haven't even added, is going to die immediately because of a supernatural incident?!"

After Qi Xueyi finished speaking in a slightly irritable tone, he quickly responded: "No, I just told you not to ask that kind of question!"

He Jingtong pursed his lips tightly, his body tense: "Do you want to ask more?"

The originally relaxed atmosphere among the few people suddenly became heavy.

"Su Xu said that he wouldn't be highly immersed in a role." Qi Xueyi glanced at He Jingtong.

Although there was a look of apology in his eyes, thinking that he shouldn't have spoken so loudly and that he shouldn't have ignored it, he still pretended not to hear what He Jingtong said.

The rule had just been set, and even this rule was not intended to increase He Jingtong's status.

They just hope that He Jingtong will have a tiny choice in the future when she is in a dangerous situation that will limit her abilities.

With this mentality, despite the cruelty, Qi Xueyi still chose the latter between facing the alien spirit Qi Yuan and He Jingtong.

It is also impossible for him to choose to ignore He Jingtong, who is destined to live in the storm all his life, just because of Su Xu, a person he just met.

Of course, Qi Xueyi was also very sure that he would provide the greatest help and effort in any event that Su Xu raised that required help.

"I don't think he has any need to deceive us."

"We have analyzed the data before. Among ten people who die, no matter what the reason, eight of them will eventually become spirits. Assuming that Su Xu is four-fifths of this, what we need to do now is to prevent his emotions from falling into extremes, so as to prevent him from dying from spiritization."

"We have already been doing this, so there is no need to emphasize it again, and there is no need to deliberately treat Su Xu like a porcelain doll and take care of him." Qi Xue tapped the ground lightly with his toes, looking a little anxious.

Jian Zirui understood what he meant, so she said, "Assuming that we have fulfilled our responsibilities as interns, then Su Xu's death would be the other fifth."

And it is impossible for the three of them to fail to fulfill their responsibilities as interns.

Especially when Luo Yucheng was in such a bad situation before, they all chose to lend a hand.

"Go ask him." Jian Zirui looked at Su Xu not far away.

Su Xu was no longer talking to the director, but was tidying himself up, using a small mirror to tidy up his image.

At that time, Zong Feng, who had just finished his work for the day from the assistant director, came over.

He ruffled his hair into a bird's nest and said, "What do you want to ask?"

"By the way, you are also in this circle." Qi Xueyi suddenly made an expression of sudden enlightenment.

He looked at Jian Zirui again, and they both understood that in addition to the limiting effect of He Jingtong's ability, which needed to be laid from now on, another point was that anything related to Su Xu, which was generally private, was best communicated through him in person.

But if there is something that is not private and is widely circulated, and they know it, it is not considered as prying into other people's privacy.

"You said that." Zong Feng's mouth twitched.

He was already having a headache from filming just now, so what are these unfortunate younger generations thinking?

"I have been in this circle for many years. It is because of my status in this circle that Cui Tong entrusted you to me. Don't act like you have suddenly discovered something."

"Who cares about that?" Qi Xueyi said nonchalantly, "We want to know something about Su Xu."

"What do you mean?" The lazy smile on Zong Feng's face disappeared.

"We want to know the information about his father... As a spiritualist in the entertainment industry, even if you are not the one handling this incident, you should have some intelligence." Qi Xueyi said seriously.

Take things seriously, but not people seriously.

Zong Feng was almost laughing out of anger. After glaring at Qi Xueyi, he still said, "Su Xu's father..." That man died three years ago. When he was alive, he was a well-known movie star in the circle.

But what impressed Zong Feng the most was that the man often showed off his son to others.

Bragging about Su Xu, saying something like: "My son was admitted to the junior class of a famous domestic university when he was still in junior high school."

"He's going to be a scientist."

Every time the man said that, he was very confident and serious, as if he could become a scientist even if he was an actor.

At that time, Zong Feng didn't take it seriously. After all, for him, there was no such thing as high or low status in professions.

"And what happened next?" When Qi Xue saw Zong Feng suddenly stop talking when he was about to get to the point, he wanted to kick him.

"Later?" Zong Feng repeated these two words.

Then he said calmly, "Later he died."

"I took a look at the psychic report that dealt with his case. The summary is that he once made a movie in which he played an actor, a man who chose to sacrifice his life for his country when the country was in trouble."

"He is a man of high ideals and a hero who has sacrificed his life for the country."

"That character deserves everything except the children..."

Perhaps it was because he was highly involved in the story, or perhaps he confused his own life with the fate of the characters in the story, Su Xu's father treated Su Xu as the child in the story whom he felt sorry for.

The child died at the age of 13.

Three years ago, Su Xu was 13 years old.

A child who had received an admission letter to a prestigious university's junior class was told by his father, "Go to hell."

Just because in that movie, the father brought death to his own child with his own hands.

And because of the death of that child, victory in the small-scale war that was taking place at the time was achieved.

I don’t know whether to say it’s a coincidence or a bad thing, but the child in the movie is also a very talented child.

The child in the movie could not forgive that father, and Su Xu, who received an admission letter from a top university, could not forgive his own father either.

"Then came the death of Su Xu's father."

"—died by suicide."

Qi Xueyi's heart skipped a beat.

"Why do we need the spiritual master's records?" He Jingtong asked immediately, and also brought Qi Xueyi's scattered attention back.

"Because Su Xu's father has become a spirit."

"Guys, isn't this a logical problem of equal relationship? Don't tell me you have forgotten this." Zong Feng did not notice Qi Xue's flashing eyes.

"But there is one bad thing." Zong Feng frowned, "The spirit that the man turned into after his death has never been found."

"The psychic who handled the case at the time searched for three months but could not find anything. So in the end, the case could only be closed by saying that a passing psychic solved the problem."

"By the way, what did you discuss just now? Is there any other meaning behind suddenly asking me this question?" Zong Feng touched his chin and looked at several people.

"Before answering this question, can you first tell me whether my internship points will be deducted for going out on field trips during my internship?" Qi Xueyi said seriously after he came to his senses.

A question mark slowly popped up in Zong Feng's mind: "Say something I can understand."

"What this means is that Su Xu may need our help in some areas, and as people of the same age, we are willing to provide help," Qi Xueyi explained.

Zong Feng turned to look at He Jingtong, Jian Zirui and Qi Xueyi. There was no white-haired person among him who was trustworthy.

He Jingtong and Jian Zirui nodded at the same time.

After some hesitation

He Jingtong finally said: "After Su Xu...he will die."

Zong Feng's expression suddenly became serious: "Are you guys kidding?"

"But who would joke about the life and death of someone they don't know?" Qi Xueyi glared at Zong Feng.

"He Jingtong is telling the truth." Jian Zirui's expression didn't change, but there was a hint of accusation in her eyes.

When someone questions you, don't try to explain yourself back.

You should doubt yourself, not us.

This way of coping, coupled with the knowledge of the relationship between the older and younger generations, made Zong Feng quickly explain even though he didn't know why He Jingtong dared to say such a thing so accurately: "I mean, if things really happen like that, what are you going to do?"

"Let me explain." said Jian Zirui.

Then he began to explain Su Xu's meaningful words.

Zong Feng also quickly understood what happened to the group of young people.

"It's too complicated." Zong Feng took a deep breath.

"Su Xu's father has been dead for three years. He can control his extreme emotions caused by being so immersed in the role. So what does he need your help with?"

"If we knew, we wouldn't have come to you to ask about Su Xu's father's situation." Qi Xue glared at him.

Zong Feng glared back decisively but said nothing more.

"Go find Su Xu." Jian Zirui said again.

But unfortunately, the things I want to do always have twists and turns.

When I was planning to ask Su Xu at first, Zong Feng came over but he provided some new information.

But this time, when they were about to look for Su Xu, the man saw the three of them and said, "I have already finished filming today. I just received a call from home saying that there was something and I have to go back in a hurry to do it. Sorry..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked out of the crew.

"Do you want to follow?" Zong Feng took the initiative to come over and stand next to He Jingtong and the other two.

"The crew is safe and the task I assigned to you earlier was to keep an eye on what the crew members said."

"At this time, the crew member with problems has left the main crew... Dear players, what are you going to do?"

Qi Xueyi glared at Zong Feng with his eyes wide open: "I plan to beat you up when I can beat you up. It would be best if you stay in the hospital for half a month."

"My suggestion is to follow." Jian Zirui, who was the first to pay attention to the privacy issue, also instinctively realized that something was wrong.

"What does He Jingtong think?" When Jian Zirui asked this question, Qi Xueyi and Zong Feng both looked at He Jingtong.

"I agree to follow too." He Jingtong nodded.

"My intuition tells me that maybe tonight we can figure out what Su Xu meant by what he said."

"Why at night?" Zong Feng raised his eyebrows.

"You're the only one who talks too much." Qi Xueyi retorted. !