Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

After handing over the phone to the program team, he was called downstairs after lying on the bed for less than half an hour.

Wu Qi looked as if she hadn't slept enough, her legs were crossed, her head was resting on the back of the sofa, and she was catching up on sleep. Xu Yang didn't seem to have enough time to put on her makeup, and kept wiping away the smudged lipstick with her fingers.

The remaining four sat upright.

A children's cartoon is playing on TV.

Song Yi was sitting next to him, and Jing Luo leaned over and talked about the forum in general.

Song Yi didn't have any mood swings: "It may be a certain staff member."

"I think that forum is a bit strange," Jing Luo said, "Chen Lianming also appeared in it, and the way of speaking is not quite different from the diary."

"What are you talking about?" He Yuan asked with a smile.

"No," Jing Luo raised his head and found that half of He Yuan's body was leaning on Xu Chengyu's arm, and he asked unsurely, "Did you know each other before recording the show?"

"Yes," He Yuan replied simply, "He is my assistant."

Jing Luo: "..."

He Yuan continued: "You and Song Yi also knew each other before the recording, right?"

"Song Yi is also Luo Luo's assistant," Wu Qi closed his eyes and muttered, "Be quiet and let me sleep more, the most annoying thing is to be woken up while sleeping."

The photographer who had just knocked on the door and was scolded silently raised the camera.

Song Yi leaned back, tilted his head, and asked in Jing Luo's ear, "Is there any ghost in He Yuan?"

Jing Luo's ears numb: "No, actually... I can't see the ghostly aura on Xu Chengyu either."

Song Yi looked at Xu Chengyu, just in time to meet his gaze.

For a short moment, the two looked back at the same time.

There was a slight laugh.

Jing Luo paused subconsciously, and slowly looked towards the corridor on the second floor, which was where the sound came from.

The corridor was empty, and there was a medium-sized Ultraman toy leaning on the thin pillars of the fence. The pillars were obviously not enough to support it, and it leaned loosely towards the gap in the middle of the thin pillars, and it was about to fall.

If it falls, it will definitely hit Wu Qi or Xu Yang sitting in the middle.

Just as he was thinking, Altman's head was completely tilted, passed through the gap in a few seconds, and fell straight down——

He blurted out: "Wu Qi!"

Wu Qi opened his eyes in an instant, pressed Xu Yang's head and rushed forward. Xu Yang was caught off guard, and was pushed onto the glass table in front of him, and hit him lightly.

Altman fell into the gap of the sofa.

"..." Xu Yang was completely dumbfounded by this, she stood up and looked at Wu Qi in a daze, "You murdered?!"

Wu Qi rolled her eyes at her, then turned around and picked up the Ultraman, and took a few glances.

There are already broken marks on Ultraman, and one of the horns on his head is gone.

Suddenly, a touch of red on the toy's feet caught her attention.

She walked up to Jing Luo without changing her expression, and handed Altman over: "Look."

Jing Luo took the Ultraman and accidentally touched the black and red spot on the sole of the toy's feet. Just as he was about to take a closer look, several scenes flashed before his eyes——

A little boy was sitting on the ground, holding an Ultraman toy in his hand, and accidentally broke a horn on its head while playing with it.

Immediately after that was a large living room. The decoration of the living room was almost the same as where they were sitting now. It should be the same place. The boy was playing with toys when he heard a doorbell. He looked around and saw no one else, so he got up and went Shaking to open the door.

The man at the door was wearing a big black mask covering his eyes and nose, holding an ax in his hand, and was about to break the door.

Seeing the boy, the man grinned with a treacherous and cruel smile.

Jing Luo was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he was covered in cold sweat.

Song Yi took the toy away and put the back of his hand on his face: "What's wrong?"

Jing Luo didn't speak for a while, and subconsciously pasted it on the back of Song Yi's hand. When he looked up, he found that everyone in the living room was looking at him. He shook his head: "...it's okay."

"Can you show me too." He Yuan who was opposite stood up and walked over, spreading his hands to Song Yi.

After He Yuan took the toy, he stood quietly for a while.

After a while, he put Ultraman back on the table, and suddenly reached out to touch Jing Luo's head, but was slapped away by Song Yi.

Xu Chengyu stood up abruptly.

He Yuan was not annoyed, he withdrew his hand and smiled: "It's okay."

I don't know whether it was to Jing Luo or Xu Chengyu.

Jing Luo remained silent, not paying attention to the things around him at all. Although there was no basis for it, he felt that what he saw might... be what happened when the child was killed.

Because the person in the scene is the little boy in the family of five in the photo.

He sat on the sofa all afternoon, not saying a word.

Before eating, Song Yi temporarily turned off the small microphone hanging by his mouth while everyone was not paying attention, and said in a low voice, "I'll go to your room tonight."

The director team has stopped letting Song Yi visit, Jing Luo regained his senses a little, and looked up at him suspiciously.

"Go and get rid of the things in the house," Song Yi said, "I'll go find you if I destroy the surveillance."

Jing Luo nodded: "...OK."

Xu Yang was still thinking about being put on the table for no reason in the afternoon, so she ignored Wu Qi all day. After eating, she still couldn't hold back, and ran to Wu Qi and said, "Wu Qi, let's take a bath together?"

Wu Qi stared wide-eyed, with a look of astonishment on his face, without hesitation: "Get lost."

"I haven't even blamed you for pushing me to the table!"

"You blame me?" Wu Qi sneered, "I should have let you get smashed if I knew it earlier."

Xu Yang: "If such a small thing hits my head, it won't hurt as much as when you pressed me!"

Wu Qi ignored her, turned her head, changed her expression, and asked Jing Luo: "Luo Luo, why don't we wash it together?"

Before Jing Luo could speak, Song Yi smiled first and said, "If you are afraid, don't take a bath."

"..." Wu Qi closed her mouth.

In the warehouse next to the house, the expressions of the program crew were a little subtle.

"This witch really doesn't shy away from anything..."

The director also laughed, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, is the signal source ready?"

They originally arranged for the afternoon film to be a supernatural documentary, and it was also the subject of a haunted house adventure, but for some reason, no matter how they manipulated the video signal, they couldn’t be cut into the TV.

"Not yet," said the humane of the props group, "it may not be a problem with the signal source, maybe the TV is broken."

Director: "What are you doing? I want you to arrange it carefully, so you are lazy? The TV is broken, and the toilet facilities are not installed properly. How can I shoot this..."

"Director!" The person in front of the camera suddenly shouted, "The music can't be played!"

They originally planned to play horror music again during dinner time.

"What?" The director was angry, "If you are in charge of the project, you will know how to cut corners, right?"

"I really didn't cut corners," the props team felt aggrieved, "Although the time is short, we have all good equipment!"

"The good equipment broke down within a day?" the director finished speaking, and said, "How do I shoot this? No, you can buy new equipment in a while, and bring all the things for me tomorrow and install them!"

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In the evening, when everyone was sitting on the sofa, the program team arranged a deck of tarot cards and handed them to Wu Qi.

Wu Qi looked puzzled: "What the hell?"

"You don't know how to use it?" The auctioneer was also puzzled. It stands to reason that witches just play with balls and cards. "Why don't I change crystal balls or sticks for you?"

"...Farewell," Wu Qi looked disgusted, "Let's just leave it at that."

People nowadays are afraid that they may have misunderstood her industry.

"Come, come, come," she crossed her legs, scattered all the cards, moved her hand casually, like shuffling mahjong, spread out the cards on the table, "draw one by one, I will explain it to you, Xu Yang ,you first."

Xu Yang questioned, "That's not how Tarot cards are played."

"Are you a witch or am I?" Wu Qi clicked her tongue, "Fuck."

A witch is a witch, what a witch, Xu Yang cursed in the bottom of his heart, and randomly picked one.

control.

She blinked, waiting for Wu Qi to explain.

Wu Qi coughed lightly: "The Tarot card is telling you to eat less and control your diet. You can see how fat you are."

Xu Yang:? ? ? ?

Xu Yang: "You...you are not much thinner than me!"

"I'm about eight catties thinner than you, and I'm taller than you," Wu Qi said, pointing at Song Yi, "Come here."

Song Yi raised his eyebrows, picked the nearest one, and opened it.

demon.

Hey, this tarot card is powerful, Wu Qi propped his chin and said, "Tsk tsk, it seems that you are quite dangerous."

Song Yi didn't care: "Interpret it, Goddess."

"The literal meaning, do you still need to interpret it?" Wu Qi reshuffled the cards and raised his jaw, "Xu Chengyu, come here."

Xu Chengyu also flipped through the one closest to him.

demon.

"...There can't be more than a dozen demons in this card." Xu Yang opened more than half of it, and said again, "It seems to be only one."

Wu Qi didn't speak, but shrugged and continued to wash.

This time it was He Yuan, he smiled and picked the one closest to Jing Luo.

grim Reaper.

Xu Yang had a complicated expression: "Why are you smoking so unlucky?"

"Maybe there are many unlucky cards in the Tarot." He Yuan smiled as usual.

Wu Qi's expression was a bit subtle, he shuffled the cards and said, "Jing Luo, try it."

Jing Luo responded well, and picked the card in front of Song Yi.

grim Reaper.

Everyone was quiet for a moment.

The follower finally couldn't help breaking the silence and said: "Well, before drawing cards, it seems that you need to think about the things you want to test in your heart."

"Really," Wu Qi said lazily, "It doesn't matter, I don't have such rules."

Seeing Wu Qi collecting the cards, Xu Yang was dissatisfied: "You want to draw too?"

Wu Qi clicked her tongue, spread out the cards again, and when she reached out to take it, she coughed lightly with the photographer.

She was a little impatient, closed her eyes and thought for a while, then randomly drew a card.

Ten of Swords.

"Hahahahaha," Xu Yang laughed ruthlessly, "What kind of card are you playing? It sounds like the lowest grade."

Wu Qi didn't care much, put away the cards and threw them back into the beater's hands.

After returning to the room, Jing Luo tightly covered his ears and eyes, waiting for Song Yi to come to him.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the door, and Song Yi said softly, "It's me."

Jing Luo quickly got out of bed and opened the door.

Song Yi looked into his room and said, "Let's go."

Jing Luo said, "Has the monitoring been resolved?"

After a while, Song Yi said, "It's resolved, but I didn't do it."

Jing Luo stopped in his tracks: "What do you mean?"

"When I went, the surveillance had been destroyed."

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Director: I believe your evil