Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Xu Yang sniffled and sat back on the sofa, followed the photographer and held up a sign: "Analyze the collected items."

"This house is indeed a bit strange," He Yuan said cooperatively, "The last person who lived here was Chen Lianming, a writer of horror novels. The diary he left behind described a lot of his own experiences. It sounds quite scary, for example, Xu Yang just said that the people in the mirror she met were also recorded in it."

He spoke lightly, but Xu Yang trembled when he heard it.

Only after seeing it with her own eyes did she realize how scary it was. She decided to drag Wu Qi to the toilet in the next few days!

In normal times, Xu Yang would definitely have to steal the spotlight and say something, after the scare just now, she was obedient, but it was Wu Qi who insisted on poking her sore spots.

"Xu Yang, what does that ghost look like? Is it scary? I have to lock the door tightly at night."

"How do I know what it looks like!" Xu Yang said, "Don't lock the door, what if I want to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night?"

The photographer raised the sign again, signaling them to get back to the topic.

"I think what we should pay attention to is this," Jing Luo just finished speaking, and put the photo on the table, "The family of five who lived here before, if the house is weird, it should have something to do with them."

Xu Yang was bold enough to glance up.

There are five people, three generations living under the same roof, and the elders are all kind. The little boy in front of him is smiling so hard that he can't see his eyes, and he still has a red scarf on his chest.

Seeing the little boy's black hair, she swallowed unconsciously.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with this house," Song Yi smiled, and read out what he had read in a book before, "We must believe in science, get rid of feudal superstition, and build a harmonious society together."

The whole living room was quiet for a moment, everyone's expressions were a little subtle, and even Xu Yang didn't speak out to help.

After a while, Jing Luo nodded in agreement: "...that makes sense."

As soon as the words fell, suddenly, singing came from the second floor.

It is said to be singing, but there are no lyrics. It is a plain tune, and a child hums along with it. There is no wave in the voice, and there is a penetrating smell for no reason.

The sound also has some inconspicuous reverberation, which can be heard from the player.

Xu Yang was about to cry, she sat beside Jing Luo, turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Jing Luo was taken aback, sat a little further away, and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly: "...it's okay, maybe the player in Song Yi's room is broken."

Wu Qi reached out and pulled Xu Yang away from Jing Luo.

"Okay, don't cry, it's all the effect of the show," Wu Qi said, "Hurry up and finish the analysis and have lunch, I'm still in a hurry to catch up on sleep."

After she finished speaking, she glanced at Song Yi, who was staring at Xu Yang, the smile on her lips had faded completely, and her eyes were as dark as ink.

"Actually, there is nothing to analyze. Our task is to live here for seven days. We don't need to seek the truth or solve the mystery. We just need to close our eyes and ears and cover our hands." He Yuan stood up with a smile, "Today Xu Yang I'm not in good shape, so let me make lunch."

Xu Chengyu didn't speak, and followed He Yuan into the kitchen.

The kitchen is open, and Jing Luo is worried about something going wrong, so he always looks back from time to time.

He Yuan was washing vegetables, and raised his hand: "Cheng Yu, give me the knife."

A pocket knife was placed in his hand.

He neatly cut off the top of the scallions, put them under the faucet, and rubbed them carefully.

Washing and washing, the water changed color.

The blood-red water slid down the back of the hand and the onion, forming a stark contrast with the white top of the onion.

Without changing his face, He Yuan moved the scallions away and turned off the water.

After 2 minutes, the faucet was turned on again, and the bloody water finally disappeared after two puffs, and clear tap water flowed out.

Half an hour later, when they saw the food on the table, everyone was stunned.

The dishes and aroma alone are not at the same level as what Xu Yang made before, and there are even decorations carved out of radishes next to the dishes.

Jing Luo took a sip, and finally couldn't help asking: "He Yuan, were you a chef before?"

"No," He Yuan smiled, "As the days go by, I always want to fiddle with something to pass the time."

Xu Yang said: "I remember you are only 25 years old, why have you been around for so long?"

He Yuan: "I have a wide range of hobbies, so I will spare time to tinker with other things."

After eating, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

The filmmaker got instructions from the director not to let Song Yi visit.

Before the filming started, the program team took away their mobile phones, which will be temporarily released so that they can contact the outside world.

Jing Luo lay on the bed and turned on the phone. The phone had been off for a whole day, but after turning it on, he only received the phone bill information from the carrier. He thought about it and searched for Chen Lianming's information on the web.

40 years old, writer, emigrated abroad, other than that, no other information was found.

There were a few things he hadn't figured out.

How could there be gadgets that his shop was selling in this house?He also found the shop logo left by his grandfather under the antiques on the items he just found, and those few things were indeed sold by the shop on Fengshui Street.

What's more, were those items originally in the house, or did Chen Lianming bring them in?

Unable to understand, he flipped through the webpage unconsciously, and he didn't know how many pages he turned, and found a website.

【HQZJ's claims of gods and ghosts】

Obviously the title has nothing to do with Chen Lianming, so how could it be in his related searches?

Clicking on it, it turned out to be a forum. The moderator's name was H. The whole forum was similar to the horror and ghost talk section. He glanced at it casually. There were not many posts, and they all talked about ghosts and ghosts.

A post caught his attention. The title of the post had been edited, and there was a big word "[封]" behind it, which meant seal, but it was pushed to the front of the forum.

The post is called [There is a house near my house that is often haunted, and I have heard ghosts crying near there].

Jing Luo almost subconsciously felt that this post was referring to this haunted house.

It was already an old post two years ago, and sure enough, when I came in, it was a photo of the exterior of this house.

The comments below are all encouraging others to explore the haunted house. Two months after the post was posted, an account appeared under the comments.

LM: "Sorry, some things happened a while ago, I couldn't check the forum in time, is the host still there? I am very interested in this house, I hope you can private message me the specific location."

This LM is an administrator, it should be Chen Lianming.

All the replies that follow.

"Come here, LM is here!"

"Is LM going? Open the way for us."

The post was pulled all the way to the back, and it was already the end of last year when Chen Lianming reappeared.

LM: "The building is closed."

Just two words, without any other explanation, and it was a different person from the person who excitedly described what he saw in the diary.

It was an administrator named "Goodbye in Huangquan" who just put the post on the top.

Goodbye Huang Quan: "This haunted house has ushered in a new batch of guests, this post is temporarily open, welcome to discuss."

Jing Luo hurriedly glanced at the reply time - it was only 10 minutes ago!The first few seconds before he entered the forum!

He refreshed the page again, and the seemingly dead forum actually had nearly 10 comments in just [-] minutes.

"Wait for the live broadcast, who's in?"

Goodbye Huang Quan: "Six stars entered a program group."

"No way, isn't there a camera? Exciting!"

Goodbye Huang Quan: "Yes, cameras are installed on every floor, and there are several photographers."

"Which celebrities went in? Tell me their names, and I will burn incense and pray for them, hehe."

Goodbye Huang Quan: "They are all little-known celebrities, maybe they will become popular after the broadcast, after all, there are a lot of explosions in the house, as long as they can bear it, no...it will be fine."

The purpose of the program team confiscating their mobile phones is to prevent the program information from being leaked in advance. Not to mention the outside world, even their company has not obtained more detailed information about the program shooting.

He restrained the surprise in his heart, quickly created an account, and tapped the phone screen.

Say goodbye to Huang Quan: "Goodbye Huang Quan, are you a staff member of the program group? Why do you know so much?"

After waiting for 5 minutes, Huang Quan did not reply, but many people quoted his floor.

"Floor 822, who are you? Newcomer? Are you so unruly?"

"The number is 0 days old, newcomer, is the administrator here? Seal the number."

Say goodbye to Huang Quan: "I have just registered, but which forum has no newcomers? Will my account be blocked?"

Just after Jing Luo finished typing, he clicked send, and a line of prompts appeared on the page.

[You have been banned by the administrator and are prohibited from sending any comments. 】

"..."

He was about to re-create an account when there was a knock on the door, and it was the photographer's voice: "Jing Luo, it's time to hand in your phone."

Jing Luo gritted his teeth, he could only copy the address of the web page and save it in the memo, and planned to wait for tomorrow's noon break before continuing to study this forum.

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I saw a post today, "What would happen if you were in the book you're writing?"

I'm... a bit cranky