The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

Some reasonable explanations could be found for the abnormal details in the previous villa.

But everyone understands, and has to believe, that what is happening today is absolutely impossible to be done by the program team.

The creepy fear spread in the suffocating silence.

"It's okay, you guys continue to make lunch, I'll take care of it," only Jiang Mian turned around and smiled, "There should be tools in the second storage room from the left of the living room, if possible, please help me get a shovel .”

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, letting the midday sun trace his delicate profile, lighting up those amber-like beautiful eyes.

The two puddles of glaring blood on the other side of the window seemed to be hard to attract attention.

"I'll get it." Lu Nian stood up, turned and ran towards the corridor.

The floor-to-ceiling windows consist of two sliding glass doors. Jiang Mian effortlessly opened the rusty locks, and closed the windows tightly the moment she stepped into the garden.

The crows standing on the branches all turned their heads and stared at Jiang Mian, but they were exceptionally quiet.

Jiang Mian pretended not to know, took out the roll of bandages in his pocket, tore off a long section, and wrapped the crow's soft and small corpse layer by layer, skillfully and quickly, not even stained with blood.

Then he stood up again, wiped the blood on the glass window unhurriedly, and winked at Yan Lin.

Yan Lin didn't really go back to the kitchen as Jiang Mian said, but stayed by the window, looking at Jiang Mian seriously.

As long as something goes wrong, he can go out in time to rescue Jiang Mian.

At the same time, Lu Nian got the shovel. He was about to open the main door, but was stopped by Lin Shuang who was chasing him.

"Let me send it off. You still have to play games, so be careful not to hurt your hand." She said worriedly.

Lu Nian hesitated: "That can't let you..."

"Brother, you can't beat me."

"..."

So Lin Shuang easily lifted two heavy shovels and handed one of them to Jiang Mian.

"Thank you, Sister Lin." Jiang Mian said with curved lips.

In fact, she was still a little scared, and after taking a deep breath, she hurriedly said, "Excavate."

Jiang Mian chose a corner a little away from the window, buried the two lifeless little corpses deep in the soil, and re-pressed the lawn tightly with a shovel.

The crow's gaze has been silently fixed on the two of them, and it is unknown whether it is threatening or observing.

Fortunately, there is no problem between them for the time being.

But when the two returned to the room, the front garden instantly fell into a sea of ​​darkness.

Hundreds of crows flapped their wings, rushed straight up from the branches, circled around the place where the corpse was buried, and the sunlight was almost completely blocked.

The sound of countless wings beating pierced through the window like rumbling thunder.

A few stray crows pecked at the floor-to-ceiling windows, grabbed small stones and threw them at the villa, but soon bounced off like an electric shock, and rushed back into the group of crows.

The light in the living room was a bit dim, like the prelude to the coming rainstorm.

"It's okay, they will leave after a while," Jiang Mian said softly, handed the shovel to Lu Nian, and pulled Yan Lin's sleeve, "President Yan, I'm hungry too."

When the group of dragons had no leader, Jiang Mian's calm and leisurely appearance made everyone feel a little relieved.

"Okay, call me if you have any questions." Yan Lin looked at the crows that hadn't dispersed before returning to the kitchen.

Tang Wushuang and Director Li also came to help in the kitchen. It seemed that when their attention was filled with other things, they could stop thinking deeply about what happened to those crows.

Dr. Qin was relatively calm. She had already finished frying a plate of vegetables in the gap where Jiang Mian buried the crow.

"Where did you find Secretary Xiao Jiang? This young man is very nice." She asked curiously.

"The resume he submitted is very beautiful." Yan Lin replied, calmly touching the broken cutting board on the other side of the stove, feeling relieved.

Very good, for the time being, no one has discovered the damage Jiang Mian caused.

There are ten dishes and one soup on the table, which are bright in color and steaming with aroma.

If it were placed in an ordinary life variety show, everyone might have started to cheer by now.

The phenomenon that was difficult to explain with common sense, and the two glaring gore that could not be erased from memory almost made everyone's appetite not so good.

Not to mention He Xingming and Tang Wushuang who needed to manage their bodies...

After He Xingming changed a piece of clothes, he became more and more silent, and his complexion was very bad.He filled a bowl of soup and drank it in small sips, even his lips turned white.

"It's a pity that such a delicious dish." Lin Shuang sighed.

Perhaps because she went out to bury the crow herself, her mood stabilized, but she still didn't have much appetite.

In comparison, talents who have been eating calmly are more conspicuous.

For example, Jiang Mian, he made a lot of every dish Yan Lin cooked.

Because he was very unwilling to face the ugly tomato he cut out, so he simply wanted to quickly destroy the evidence first.

There was also Yan Yao who was so hungry that he didn't even think too much.

Yan Yao was really hungry, and he knew that his elder brother was a good cook, so he almost got into a fight with Jiang Mian's chopsticks.

"Yan Yao, eat slowly." Yan Lin couldn't help but frowned.

"……Oh."

This crop made the atmosphere at the dinner table a little more relaxed.

"I didn't expect Teacher Yan to be a foodie." Lin Shuang couldn't help laughing.

Director Li, who is still big-hearted, is also excited: "After this program is broadcast, you will definitely be included in the collection of Bengrenji!"

Yan Yao completely gave up resisting: "The sky is lingling, the earth is lingling, just let me be a full ghost!"

No one took the initiative to bring up the matter of the crows, as if as long as they didn't talk about it, they could subconsciously assume that all of this never happened, that all of this was just the malice of the program group.

After lunch, the garden was calm again.

Not a trace of pecking was left on the glass window.

Everyone unanimously decided to do something to divert attention.

After all, the villa not only has a basement and a strange storage room, but also a well-equipped entertainment room, and the terrace swimming pool has also been cleaned quite clean.

Dr. Qin and Director Li sat in front of the automatic mahjong machine, and you taught Lin Shuang how to play mahjong one by one, and Lu Nian also watched enthusiastically.

At the same time, Director Li did not forget to raise his head and said, "There are so many music players, how about some accompaniment?"

"Karaoke?" Jiang Mian bent her lips and smiled, giving Tang Wushuang a vague look.

"Okay!" Yan Yao's eyes lit up.He happily lifted the piano cover, rubbed his wrists, and played Beethoven's "Moonlight" smoothly.

The moment he touched the keys, his temperament suddenly changed, and he enjoyed the music with his eyes closed, as if he was detached from the world and integrated with the piano.

Tang Wushuang choked for breath, staring straight at Yan Yao's side face and slender fingers, almost ignoring Jiang Mian's threats.

Apart from food, what Yan Yao loves most is singing and playing the piano, and he doesn't even need to read the piano score, just like everyday food.

But when he had just finished playing the first movement, Director Li couldn't hold back: "My teacher Yan, what about the karaoke that we agreed on? If you play it again, everyone will cry!"

Yan Yao smiled embarrassedly: "How about this, first come the Ode to Joy that can exorcise evil spirits?"

"Wait, how can this exorcise evil spirits?"

"Teacher Yan is so powerful, so witty." Lin Shuang applauded Yan Yao intoxicatedly, played a fortune, and then cleared her throat: "The goddess of joy shines brightly and purely on the earth, absolutely exorcising evil spirits!"

It was rare for Director Li to be choked back.

At least the atmosphere became more joyful. Yan Yao and He Xingming were in charge of the karaoke stations, and almost everyone sang a song, including Lu Nian, who was a little out of tune.

Except for Mr. Yan who is not familiar with popular songs at all, and Tang Wushuang who is on pins and needles.

Taking advantage of Jiang Mian saying that he wanted to get some fruit from the refrigerator, but the camera man was still in the room, Tang Wushuang quietly followed him out.

"Secretary Jiang, do you have any opinion on me?" Tang Wushuang blocked Jiang Mian in a corner where the surveillance camera couldn't capture him, his expression was cold, "Or is this what Yan Lin meant?"

"Huh? No." Jiang Mian looked harmless.

Unexpectedly, Tang Wushuang really couldn't hold back after only disgusting him a little before.

When everyone was anxious about the weird crow incident and trying to liven up the atmosphere, Tang Wushuang insisted on asking questions at this time.

According to Tang Wushuang's brain circuit in the article, this person may prefer to die in the villa perfectly, rather than go out alive after being found flawed.

"No matter what you want to do, I warn you," Tang Wushuang's expression became more and more gloomy, "You are just a small employee of Huanyu, do you think you are important? You can't even afford food, so don't meddle in your own business."

"No matter how you say it, I'm never like you, eating what's in the bowl and looking at what's in the pot." Jiang Mian rolled his eyes, "By the way, Emperor Tang, I have the unedited version of the ending song of "Aloes", you Still want to hear it?"

Hearing this, Tang Wushuang's face was filled with a thick haze and a killing intent visible to the naked eye.

"You're looking for death." He said every word in a deep voice.

But Jiang Mian casually walked away from him, and said with a smile, "Then you can try."

He didn't take Tang Wushuang seriously at all.

To be honest, from a rational point of view, even if everyone knew that Tang Wushuang sang and tuned, nothing major would happen.

His identity in the public eye is that of an excellent and acclaimed actor.

But Tang Wushuang's thoughts are too paranoid. Apart from having no requirements on his own morality, he insists on perfecting everything he can do, and it is difficult to accept any defects.

When I was a child, I got the second place in the school in the exam, and I would collapse and be hospitalized with a fever because of this.

Now Jiang Mian provoked him a little, just to wait for him to take the initiative to make trouble.

If Tang Wushuang shifted the object of close attention from Yan Yao to Jiang Mian... that would be the day he should regret.

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All was well in the afternoon.

After dinner and chatting for a while, everyone agreed to go to bed early, so as not to think too much at night and not fall asleep.

Yan Lin finally found time to be alone with Jiang Mian.

They had a tacit understanding, first turned on the computer under the camera, cleaned up the company's affairs for the day, and then put the computer back into the suitcase.

This is also one of the privileges Director He gave to Mr. Yan. Others even have to hand over all electronic equipment.Even so, a small video camera was placed next to the suitcase to prove that they did not take out the computer again outside the specified time.

Yan Lin imitated Jiang Mian's previous operation, covered all the cameras that could capture people with a bath towel, and turned off the power of the microphone.

Jiang Mian knew this well, sat down on the bed side cooperatively, and said obediently, "What do you want to ask?"

Yan Lin was silent for a moment, thinking of the poor chopping board that was cut open as a cake, suddenly he didn't know where to ask.

He tentatively held Jiang Mian's hand.

It was cold and soft, and seemed to have no strength.With Yan Lin's slight force, Jiang Mian fell into his arms.

"President Yan, don't bully me." Jiang Mian said innocently.

Who is bullying whom?

"You are really amazing, Jiang Mian."

Only then did Jiang Mian bend her eyes: "Yes, I've already said it."

"So why are you... like you are now?" Yan Lin couldn't help reaching out to caress the side of his face.

Always pretending to be weak and harmless, clinging softly to his arms, like delicate and fragile dodder flowers.

"The me now is also the real me," Jiang Mian rubbed his face against his warm palm, with a sweet voice, "It is because I have the ability to resist that I dare to do this. Otherwise, if you can't help it every day Bullying me, how should I resist? I can only be locked at home by you... um."

Yan Lin paused for breath, and interrupted his words with a kiss.

"You bullied me again, you just like to bully me," Jiang Mian slapped me coquettishly, and continued under Yan Lin's helpless gaze, "So you think, if I do something very, very bad, and I'm found out, I can't Escaping from your control...what will you do to me?"

"I won't do anything to you." Yan Lin said seriously.

Jiang Mian pulled off his collar, took Yan Lin's hand, and let him touch her clean side neck and collarbone.

"Think again." Jiang Mian said softly.

Yan Lin closed his eyes restrainedly, and with difficulty withdrew his hand: "...you are right."

Jiang Mian has the capital to resist, that's why he is so unscrupulous.

Knowing that he was deliberately setting a trap, Yan Lin couldn't help but fall into his trap.

Uncontrollably wandering on the edge of danger, step by step deeper.

But Yan Lin didn't delve into Jiang Mian's abnormality.

He just wanted to confirm that Jiang Mian was still keen on being his little secretary and boyfriend.

This is enough.

And Jiang Mian was quite satisfied with Yan Lin's answer, put his arms around his neck and said with a smile, "Boss Yan, you probably want to ask more than that, right?"

Yan Lin came back to his senses, nodded and said, "Do you understand those books in the attic?"

"Well," Jiang Mian's face became a little more serious, "That's not a good thing."

That's not even a word of this world.

But downright damning.

Curse those who read the words in the book, all fall into the bottomless abyss.

Every sentence repeats the same meaning.

Densely packed, emphasizing in an almost hateful tone, viciously cursing and insulting, ridiculing and mocking...all the unlucky ones who turned the pages of the book.

Whether the curse is true or not, the lingering malice lingers on the pages of the book for a long time, almost visible to the naked eye.

Seeing Yan Lin's gradually serious expression, Jiang Mian lowered his voice: "It's okay, I can deal with it. But Lu Nian also read that book, we need to pay more attention to his situation after we go out."

"Really all right?" He asked in a low voice.

"It's okay, don't look at me so scary..." Jiang Mian kissed the corner of his lips, and said softly.

"……it is good."

Even so, Yan Lin hugged him tighter.

"I don't seem to be able to help you at all." Yan Lin lowered his eyes, looking a little depressed.

"Nonsense, without you, who would I fall in love with?" Jiang Mian glared at him softly, instigated, "Hurry up and kiss me, from now until three o'clock in the morning."

Yan Lin: "..."

Well, before three o'clock in the morning, they seem to have nothing else to do except kiss and hug.

Fortunately, Yan Lin still knew how to control, so he never set fire to each other in such an inappropriate place.

He even went to make two cups of hot fruit tea.

Sweet and delicious.

"Mr. Yan, I still want to taste your cup, okay?" Jiang Mian's eyes were shining brightly.

However, after drinking the tea in Yan Lin's hand, his expression instantly twisted.

As expected of a lover of double espresso black coffee, Jiang Mian almost thought he was going to be poisoned to death.

"……so bitter!"

"Ah."

"Why would you like to drink something with this taste, woo woo woo freak."

"Ah."

"Don't kiss me again tonight."

"No."

"Bullying people again..."

In the blink of an eye, it was three o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Mian touched the corners of her lips that were warmly kissed, but she didn't care, and put on her coat happily.

He also looked at the camera uncle and said with a smile: "Thanks for your hard work, you still have to come out with us so late."

It's a pity that the camera uncle still ignores them.

After walking down the stairs and meeting Director Li in the living room, Yan Lin suddenly grabbed Jiang Mian's sleeve.

"I have a bad feeling." He whispered.

"Okay." Jiang Mian also quietly responded.

Tang Wushuang also came for some reason, gave Jiang Mian a cold look, and said nothing.

After discussing for a while, they took a strong flashlight, a crowbar and a shovel from the storage room, and then decided to listen to Yan Lin's advice and go to check the garden first.

The moonlight is soft, and it falls on the grass that smells especially fresh.

Sure enough, the place where the crow was buried was completely opened at some point, leaving only a dark pit.

The flashlight shone inward, only a few feathers and a sticky pool of blood remained in the deep pit.

"Who did this?" Tang Wushuang frowned.

Director Li thought for a while and said, "Should it be some kind of small animal? After all, this villa is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and there are small forests everywhere."

"But our iron gate should be very strong, not even people can get in," Jiang Mian said, looking around, "There are no animal footprints here either."

"Oh, that's Director He tricking us." Director Li said with a smile.

It has to be said that even Jiang Mian rarely sees such a big hearted person.

Yan Lin said solemnly: "However, crows have never been a dangerous existence, but...a prophet when danger is coming."

Jiang Mian also nodded in agreement: "Director Li, let's be more careful."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, they quietly refilled the pit with shovels, and walked to the basement.

As during the day, the lights in the basement flickered.

"There seems to be a problem with the circuit contact here," Tang Wushuang said.

Jiang Mian asked thoughtfully, "Speaking of which, who pays the utility bills for the villa?"

Director Li was stunned: "...the program team."

But can they really blame the program crew for everything?

When we came to the place where the red wine bottle exploded, everyone fell into silence again.

The dazzling blood-red liquid was all over the ground, slowly spreading towards their feet.

There was the sound of dripping water dripping in my ears, but I couldn't confirm the direction.

Even the remaining red wine bottles on the wine cabinet were completely covered by viscous bright red liquid.

"Well, is it also like this during the day?" Jiang Mian softly broke the silence.

"No." Tang Wushuang said.

Yan Lin stood in front of Jiang Mian: "This is definitely not red wine, it's all blood."

Director Li looked back at the camera uncle and complained: "The program team is too much, how can it be so scary!"

Tang Wushuang ignored the grudge, and said in a deep voice, "Director Li, I can smell it too. It's blood, fresh blood. And it's still flowing...Is there something behind the wine cabinet?"

They had no choice but to step into the liquid that almost overflowed the shoes, and work together to move the wine cabinet away.

But they saw nothing.

The original sound of ticking water disappeared without a trace the moment the wine cabinet was moved.

The walls are as clean as new, as if they have never been stained with red.The blood that was still increasing just now also suddenly stopped flowing.

So where did the blood come from?

"Even if it's a program group, it shouldn't be..." Director Li finally couldn't help but gasped.

Tang Wushuang frowned and said, "If we continue to go down, who knows how many things are waiting for us."

"If it was in a horror movie, we would be the first to die." Jiang Mian seemed the most relaxed, and even made a joke.

Director Li actually lifted his spirits because of this, and said as he walked, "Come on, Xiao Jiang, show us a beautiful ghost?"

"Well……"

Jiang Mian lowered his head and thought for a while, and when he looked up, he showed a bright and creepy smile.

His skin was already pale, but it became more and more obvious against the backdrop of the black coat. Half of his face was hidden in the shadow of the flickering lights, and the expression in his eyes could not be seen clearly, but the corners of his mouth were curved to the extreme.

Her lips were bright red, as if she had tasted the remaining blood just now.

In fact, it was Yan Lin who came out personally.

Director Li's eyes lit up: "Hiss—Mr. Yan, you'd better lend me Secretary Xiaojiang once, don't be reluctant."

"Don't even think about it." Yan Lin resisted the urge to hide Jiang Mian, and replied bluntly.

It wasn't just Tang Wushuang, in fact, Director Li also saw something was wrong, Jiang Mian was beside Yan Lin, without any feeling of being a subordinate.

While chatting and laughing, they came to the second basement floor without knowing it.

Looking around, it was actually an empty space.

There is nothing, even the walls have not been painted, it still looks like a rough house.

"Ah, what should I do?" Director Li was even a little disappointed.

But Yan Lin's expression was unprecedentedly serious.

A warning sounded in his heart, he put his arms around Jiang Mian's waist without hesitation, and said, "Director Li, Tang Yingdi, hurry up and get out."

"...What's going on?" Tang Wushuang asked puzzled.

Why did Yan Lin suddenly stop pretending?

"go out."

But Yan Lin didn't explain at all, and looked at him with dark eyes, and his tone was like an order.

Jiang Mian didn't understand what was going on, but after a moment of silence, he also said, "Listen to Mr. Yan, and you too, Uncle Camera."

But the camera uncle didn't reply.

Jiang Mian suddenly realized that since walking down the stairs on the second floor of the basement, the posture of taking pictures of the uncle has never changed.

He stood at the stairway like a sculpture, motionless, except for the flashing red light on the camera.

"... Today, did anyone hear him say a word? Even if it was a response, did you?"