Chapter 1 Is there a ghost? (1)
The protagonist has no prototype, don't ky dismantle it
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Penetrate, hit a wall. Repeat over and over again, frustrated.
Trapped in this tiny space, the room was dark, the windows and doors were closed, and there was no light at all. The dark walls in front of me gradually became eerie, as if they were moving. After staring at them for too long, I felt dizzy and my heartbeat was rapid.
There was a snap. A decorative painting on the wall fell.
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Ying Zhisheng, fresh from recording a song, emerged from the studio, sitting in a chair, his eyelids drooping as he drank water. His upper eyelids were wrinkled, his long lashes casting shadows. The dark circles under his eyes couldn't hide his fatigue, and a hint of melancholy lingered between his brows.
Assistant Tao saw this and sighed deeply. He had taken leave a while ago to go back to his hometown to get married, and when he came back two months later, Brother Sheng had become completely depressed.
"Brother Sheng, after this album is released, let's take a good rest. I've noticed you've been either daydreaming or twirling the snake bracelet on your wrist lately... Is it because there are too many trolls online that you're feeling depressed?"
Ying Zhisheng stopped drinking water, his eyes moving slowly. After a long while, he came to his senses and replied, "It's okay, don't worry about it. I won't go to the choreography tonight. I have a terrible headache and I'm going to go back to sleep."
"Okay, health is the most important thing. And brother, today Uncle Cheng Zhi asked me to arrange the gifts sent by fans and include them in the photos of you practicing the piano. The fans will definitely be touched to see that the gifts are well kept." Assistant Tao had a strange look on his face when he said this, and he paused cleverly before continuing.
"I just took two photos as normal, less than 20 minutes. Your room was so cold, my back was cold and I was shivering and gritting my teeth. It was so weird!"
Assistant Tao spoke with such vividness and sincerity, fearing that the person involved wouldn't believe such a mysterious thing. Ying Zhisheng's fingers tightened around the glass, causing the water in the glass to sway gently. He raised his eyes and repeated, "Is it cold at home?"
"right!"
Ying Zhisheng pulled the corner of his mouth, raised his chin, and rolled his Adam's apple as he drank the water in the cup in one gulp. The water flowed down the corner of his mouth. It was rare for him to behave so unbelievably.
Assistant Tao knew that no one believed in ghost stories; nowadays, people were more focused on science. He looked down at the messages on his phone. As a celebrity assistant, it was his duty to keep an eye on any online news.
Assistant Tao scratched his fingers a few times, his eyes widening, not knowing what he saw. He suddenly screamed again, not even noticing his phone had dropped to the ground. He just stared at Ying Zhisheng in horror, saying, "Ghost! There's a ghost! So many people have seen a ghost in the photo!"
Ying Zhisheng stood up from his chair, walked over in a few steps, and picked up his phone. He noticed that in the nine-square grid of photos released by the studio, there were several blurry black shadows captured behind curtains, resembling human faces but unclear. The comments section erupted in heated discussion, ranging from excited discussion to fear, rational analysis, and curious speculation. There was also a mix of people trying to attract attention and gain traction. Fans and haters were arguing fiercely.
"Brother Sheng, your house doesn't seem very clean." Assistant Tao said it tactfully, thinking that Ying Zhisheng had been in a daze recently, which was inseparable from the dirt in the house.
Ying Zhisheng stared intently at the ghostly image on his phone screen, like a fleeting, shapeless profile. He strained so hard that veins popped on the back of his hand, then closed his eyes. "There are no ghosts in the world. It's probably a reflection from the curtains, or maybe it's a problem with your phone's camera. Let's not dwell on the ghost for now. Contact the studio to delete the photo and find an explanation to put this matter behind us."
Assistant Tao remembered that Ying Zhisheng was an unwavering materialist and did not believe in these things at all.
Rather than panicking and speculating, it's better to resolve the current problem first. The ghost photos were a surprising coincidence, but Assistant Tao didn't think the matter needed to be suppressed. Just let the public opinion ferment and increase the topic's popularity, capitalizing on the public's awe and curiosity about ghosts and monsters. After all, Brother Sheng was officially announcing his participation in a music competition reality show, so there was already a lot of buzz.
"I don't want to get involved in this mess," Ying Zhisheng explained, standing up, grabbing his coat, and heading home. He put on his mask and cap as he walked, head bowed, hands in his pockets, and walked slowly, absent-minded, as if lost in thought.
Assistant Tao saw it all. Brother Sheng's face was pale, his eyes were dark, and he was listless. He was mumbling and touching the snake-shaped bracelet on his wrist. He had trouble sleeping and had used his connections to get a large amount of sleeping pills. With all the strange things he encountered, wasn't it a sure thing that he was seeing a ghost?
Ying Zhisheng doesn't believe these things, but he does.
Assistant Tao, filled with worry, called his agent, Fu Quan. He was scolded after just a few words: "What ghost stories? You believe that! Are you so excited about going back to your hometown to get married? You're saying there's something fishy just because the house is cold. Why do you run the air conditioner in the summer? You took a picture with that crappy phone and caused such a big controversy, and you didn't even check it before sending it out! Replace that crappy phone now!"
"That studio is just a bunch of people who just want to eat their lunch! They don't even check the photos before they send them out! Editing those fancy copy is pointless! They can't even do basic work..."
Assistant Tao touched his ears, feeling as if his agent's saliva was about to burst out of the screen.
This way.
Ying Zhisheng sat in the car, looking down at his phone. Seeing no relevant search terms, he stared at the photos of the ghostly figures. The lack of sleep during this period gave him a splitting headache. He closed his eyes, but he knew deep down that he couldn't fall asleep.
Because of his celebrity status, Ying Zhisheng attaches great importance to privacy. He owns a large flat in a wealthy area in the city center, which is very private and quiet. He drives around in circles a few times to make sure there are no cars following him before driving to his residence.
After getting off the car, Ying Zhisheng didn't remove his hat or mask, revealing a pair of melancholy, slightly downcast eyes. He wasn't the type to need someone to care for him, and his assistants were busy with their work and had no responsibility for his life.
Arriving at his door, he entered the code and opened it, only to be met with a gust of cold wind. Where did the wind come from with the doors and windows tightly shut? Ying Zhisheng didn't dwell on the question. He closed the door and sat on the sofa, completely lost in the darkness. His mind was groggy, and his eyes paused as they glanced at the fallen decorative painting.
He closed his eyes and leaned back on the sofa. The alarm clock high up in the cabinet ticked away, but in this enclosed space, he couldn't sense the passage of time. The changes in the sun and clouds outside had nothing to do with him.
His mind grew increasingly clear, his spirits so high that his solar plexus throbbed. Unfortunately, Ying Zhisheng, who had closed his eyes to catch up on some sleep, couldn't see the dark, human-shaped figure slowly appearing before him, approaching with ill intent.
Suddenly, in the silent room where one could hear a pin drop, the window banged with a startling thud. The moment Ying Zhisheng opened his eyes, the shadow vanished.
He stood up to look and found that a bird had crashed into the balcony window and died. The bird's body was stuck on the window sill, with its eyes open, a few feathers fallen off, and blood still wet.
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