Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Auditory hallucinations?

Jing Luo's eyelashes trembled, he didn't speak, and he couldn't speak.

The crew swarmed in, he could only hear the anxious roar of the people around him, and then he lost consciousness.

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"Doctor, is he really okay? No sequelae at all?"

"No, all indicators are normal, don't worry."

"Then when will he wake up?"

Jing Luo opened his eyes, in front of him was a white wall with a mottled crack.

Someone is talking?

He is not dead?

The nurse next to him was changing the bottle, and when he saw him wake up, he said softly, "Are you awake?"

The man who was talking just now hurried to the bed, and after confirming that Jing Luo had woken up, he breathed a sigh of relief: "You've finally woken up, if you feel any discomfort, tell the doctor quickly."

The man was tall and fat, and he was Jing Luo's manager, Qiu Lin.

Jing Luo opened his mouth to speak, but his mouth was too dry, and his voice was so broken that he couldn't hear: "I'm not uncomfortable."

The doctor stepped forward: "Don't be brave, the pain is normal just after the anesthesia is over, if you can't bear it, just say, I will prescribe you some painkillers."

Jing Luo: "...It really doesn't hurt."

The doctor thought he was blunt, so he didn't say much, and left in a hurry after giving some instructions.

Qiu Lin: "Don't be stubborn, just say it hurts, brother won't look down on you."

Qiu Lin had many stars under his command, and Jing Luo could only be regarded as a small potential stock. He didn't think much about it at ordinary times, but he still felt very uncomfortable when he introduced resources to others and made them suffer a blow. As soon as something happened to Jing Luo, he hurried over first.

Jing Luo really didn't feel any pain, so he didn't bother to explain, so he asked the most important thing first: "Brother Qiu, what happened to that car?"

Although their filming location was outdoors, it wasn't considered to be on the street. The location chosen by the crew was a relatively small film commune, and they had been notified in advance. How could a car rush out temporarily?

"Drunken driving," Qiu Lin said, "this driver...how should I say it, although he didn't escape, but when he opened the door, he was drunk and passed out in the driver's seat, and he didn't know how to step on the brakes, otherwise you would... Now that the person has been arrested, don't worry, the company will definitely seek justice for you."

Jing Luo nodded: "Thank you Brother Qiu."

Qiu Lin stayed for a while, and left after receiving a call from the company. Jing Luo tried to twist his neck, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

I remember that when he was hit, he couldn't move his neck. Medicine is so advanced now.He took the mobile phone that was placed by the bed and glanced at it, but he didn't receive any messages or calls.

Just about to click on the unfinished TV series, a strange call suddenly came in.

Jing Luo coughed twice before picking up: "Who is that?"

"Are you the owner of this phone?"

Jing Luo glanced at the phone number inexplicably, thinking it was a scam text message, and was about to hang up.

The other side continued: "This is the XX Public Security Bureau. It has been verified that your phone number is Tang Lin's last contact during her lifetime. Are you the owner of this phone?"

Jing Luo was shocked, and immediately remembered this incident.

He said: "Yes, I am the owner of this mobile phone."

"Please go to the bureau immediately to assist in the investigation, the address is..."

"I'm sorry," Jing Luo interrupted him, "I had a car accident and I'm in the hospital now."

After reporting his ward number and hanging up the phone, Jing Luo accidentally clicked on Tang Lin's Weibo.

Her Weibo is still the same as a few days ago, when she posted a nine-square grid photo blog when she was putting on makeup at the shooting site, the woman in the photo had her eyes closed and a makeup artist was helping her apply eye shadow, the corners of her mouth were curved, she was a real beauty.

There are candles under the comments, and her sunspots finally disappeared at this moment, and some of them are still below to apologize to her.

To be counted as today's traffic florets, Tang Lin must be one of them. She has a good face and a good figure, and her acting skills are guaranteed. She is in a hot relationship with Mu Chenxi, who just won the best actor last year. I heard that her family is also very background. Jing Luo really couldn't think of the reason for her suicide.

With a light flick of his finger, he swiped down the phone screen.

The door of the ward opened with a click.

Jing Luo raised his head subconsciously, and there was a man in a well-fitting suit standing at the door. The man was 1.9 meters tall, with three-dimensional features, a high nose bridge and thin lips. People like Jing Luo who don't have a good ability to distinguish male appearance think that this man is really handsome.

He is in a separate ward, and the other party can only come to him.

The man walked into the ward and closed the door calmly.

Jing Luo sat up straight and asked, "Are you a policeman?"

"No," the man stood in front of him and said, "Clean up and leave the hospital in a while."

Jing Luo didn't respond: "Who are you?"

The man found a chair, sat beside him, crossed his legs: "Forgot?"

Jing Luo was stunned for two seconds, and finally found some information in his memory.

He really didn't know the man.

But...he remembered the voice.

——"Do you want to continue living?"

When the car accident happened, the last sentence he heard overlapped with the voice of the man in front of him.

"You," Jing Luo frowned uncertainly, "are you a member of the crew? Are you here to visit?"

The man opened his mouth and was about to say something when the door of the ward opened again.

A man and a woman walked in and showed their IDs: "I am Officer Xu who called you on the phone just now." After speaking, Officer Xu glanced at the man sitting next to him, "Are you his family?"

"Yes," the man stood up gracefully, "My name is Song Yi."

Jing Luo: "Sorry, I don't know you."

Song Yi smiled and said in a doting tone, "Don't make trouble."

"Okay, let's get down to business." Officer Xu took out his notebook, "You already know about Tang Lin, so I won't go into details. Tell me, where is your No. 11 from 17-22 p.m.?"

Jing Luo glanced at Song Yi, looked away and said, "At home."

"Are there any witnesses?"

"No, I live alone," Jing Luo said, frowning slightly, "May I ask, are you suspicious of me? Didn't Sister Tang Lin commit suicide?"

"Judging from the scene, yes," Officer Xu said, "but we haven't found the motive for the suicide. The people's police think more than others. You are her last contact. I won't repeat the content of the text message. , let me tell you straight, is there any relationship between you and her?"

Jing Luo answered simply: "No."

Officer Xu also guessed half a point. After all, Jing Luo didn't reply to the message, and secondly, he didn't appear in the hotel surveillance. They came here just to try their luck.

The police asked a few more questions and asked for Jing Luo's address before leaving.

As soon as the police came out, Jing Luo looked at the man next to him: "Who the hell are you?"

"Song Yi," Song Yi patted the front of his suit, "Since you don't know me, why didn't you ask the police for help just now?"

Jing Luo: "I have no money and no enemies, what are you afraid of?"

Song Yi laughed: "You have color."

Jing Luo: "..."

Song Yi withdrew his smile, walked to the window, raised his hand and tightly closed the small slit specially left by the nurse.

It was raining outside, but after the windows were closed, the sound of the rain gradually died down, and there was a depressing silence in the ward.

Jing Luo looked at Song Yi's back, and quietly grasped the pager by the bed in his palm.

Song Yi's appearance was so good that he unconsciously let down his vigilance. This man might be a rapist, kidnapper, or even a perverted murderer.

Song Yi turned around, looked at him with a half-smile, and said suddenly.

"Do you think you're still alive?"

Jing Luo: "..." Is the department next to him a psychiatric department?

Song Yi continued calmly, "Did you forget? How fast was that car, how high you were hit, and how painful it was when you fell—do you think you can still pick it up after such a car accident?" A life?"

"I'm sorry, the fact is that I did save my life. Since you know so well, then you were indeed at the scene of the car accident, and you were an actor in the crew?" Jing Luo looked displeased, "It doesn't matter who you are, this kind of joke None of that is funny."

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Song Yi laughed lightly, and he raised his hand, revealing the watch under his sleeve.

"Hurry up, wait another 5 minutes."

Jing Luo's eyes were slightly cold, and he didn't want to waste any more words, so he started to chase people away: "I'm sorry, please go out."

Song Yi smiled and said nothing, and obediently left the ward.

There is a transparent window on the door, Jing Luo can see that Song Yi is still standing outside, and after feeling his gaze, he even turned around and raised the corner of his mouth at him.

Jing Luo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and called up Qiu Lin's dialogue box from WeChat.

Jing Luo: "Brother Qiu, are you there? Do you know a man named Song Yi?"

The other person replied quickly: "I know you, what's the matter?"

Jing Luo: "Is he also in the crew I went to yesterday?"

Qiu Lin: "What are you talking about? Song Yi is an old artist. He will be 62 this year and has retired a long time ago."

The door of the ward was pushed open again by the man outside, Jing Luo pressed the ward call bell without hesitation this time.

Song Yi didn't stop him, and didn't leave, he said leisurely, "Touch your neck now to see if you still have a pulse?"

Although Jing Luo thought it was absurd, he still involuntarily reached his neck: "What are you talking about..."

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, grabbed his left wrist with incredible force, and after a while, pressed his palm to his chest again.

No--

No pulse, no heartbeat, nothing.

Song Yi looked at the stunned person on the bed, his eyes were full of ridicule: "Huh?"

"You..." The beeper slipped from his hand, Jing Luo was dumbfounded, "Who the hell are you?"

Song Yi's tone was light, but his words sounded like thunder.

"It's a ghost."

"..."

"You too, but you are higher than me. You are a ghost master," Song Yi said, and suddenly stretched out his right hand towards him as if shaking hands. His words were full of joy, "I am your ghost slave."

"..."

The person on the bed remained motionless, and Song Yi was not annoyed, she withdrew her hand and smiled lightly: "After waiting for so long, you are finally dead."