Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Back in the room, Jing Luo lay down on the bed, and the tiredness from the hot spring came back to his head again.

Immediately afterwards, the big bed beside him sank.

Song Yi rubbed his hair: "Sleep for a while."

Sleep till dark.

He was awakened by a chill.

He opened his eyes and found that He Yuan and Xu Chengyu were already in the room.

"Wake up." Song Yi sat beside him and handed him a glass of water.

"They... are here."

Jing Luo sat up, took a sip of water, Song Yi took the water glass, followed the place where he drank, and took a sip as well.

"You guys are really tired." He Yuan put his hand on his chin, a little impatiently, "These two ghosts are really fastidious, they have to wait until one o'clock in the middle of the night to come over."

As soon as she finished speaking, the headless woman came in through the door first.

"Remember what we said, don't embarrass her."

He Yuan: "If you want to solve it early, don't waste time."

The headless girl rolled his eyes at him, hugged his waist and turned slightly: "Come in."

The first entry is a pair of pale hands.

The other party seemed really timid, and retracted his hand as soon as he stretched it out.

The girl's voice was weak: "I...will I scare them?"

"No, they are scarier than you."

"..." The girl hesitated, and took a long time to lean in half her body.

Jing Luo finally understood why she cared so much.

It was really scary, the girl's bare arms were full of scars, long and deep, and he could see the bones inside.

The light soul body is so infiltrating, how hideous is the body?

The girl covered her face with her hands and tried to cover her ears with her index fingers.

But the fingers were too small to block it at all, and Jing Luo saw the empty right side of her face.

...without ears.

He opened his lips slightly uncontrollably: "You..."

"...Did I scare you?" The girl wanted to hide behind as she spoke.

"No," Jing Luo hurriedly called to her, "Come in."

After Jing Luo saw it clearly, he couldn't hide the shock in his heart.

hands, feet, neck...

He even felt that the traces on the girl's body were scarier than the robber in the attic of the old house.

He Yuan: "Put your hands down, let me see what you look like."

"Ah, I can't even see my face." The girl resisted.

"There must be some recognizable features, put your hands down first."

The girl glanced at the headless woman through her fingers.

The other party gave her a comforting look, the girl was silent for a moment, and slowly put down her hand.

Jing Luo suppressed his surprise and secretly took a deep breath.

Too cruel.

There was a long bloodstain on both sides of the corner of her eye, and her mouth was sewn up...

He couldn't imagine what pain the other party had experienced before his death.

The girl even pulled the corners of her mouth vigorously and smiled at him.

"Smiled."

Song Yi frowned: "You don't remember anything?"

"Well, I don't remember all of it," the girl could move the line around her mouth and pull her lips when she spoke, Jing Luo was afraid that her lips would break when she spoke, "I don't even remember the name."

He Yuan couldn't help but said: "What blood feud do you have with the murderer?"

The girl shook her head, her ponytail gently rising and falling with her movements.

She looked to be in her early twenties and seemed to be a student.

"I don't know, maybe I did something bad."

A girl who is still making excuses for the murderer after death, Jing Luo doesn't think she was a bad person before.

At least not bad enough to need to be killed like this.

Song Yi: "When were you here?"

"Three months ago."

Song Yi asked: "Where did you wake up?"

"The corridor of the hot spring pool."

The girl asked what she asked and answered what she asked, being gentle and well-behaved.

He Yuan thought for a while: "When you woke up, did you see anyone else?"

"No," the girl shook her head, "only me."

The girl asked three questions, and they didn't get any other information except that she was covered in bruises.

Jing Luo suddenly thought of something: "Why did you enter the hotel at noon today?"

"I, I saw someone." The girl didn't expect her actions to be discovered, and she was a little embarrassed. "I thought he looked familiar...that's why I followed. I didn't cause trouble for anyone, did I?"

"Don't worry, no," Jing Luo finished soothing, and continued to ask, "Who did you see?"

"An uncle, surrounded by many people..."

Jing Luo blurted out: "Zhao Hecheng."

"Him?" He Yuan obviously knew the bigwig in the entertainment circle, "He couldn't be the murderer, could he?"

The girl hesitated for a while: "I don't know."

"No," Jing Luo said affirmatively while holding the phone, "It was reported in the news that Zhao Hecheng attended a film festival abroad three months ago and only came back last month."

After all, he had to contact Zhao Hecheng.

Song Yi took out the map of the hotel from the table: "In the past three months, where have you looked?"

"I've searched them all," said the girl, "and many times."

Song Yi glanced at her: "What about the guest room?"

The girl lowered her head embarrassingly, and said in a panic, "Yes, I also looked for it, but I quickly came out after a quick glance."

"Understood." Song Yi took the guest room as the key search object in his heart.

Headless woman: "Then what are you going to do now?"

"Go to Zhao Hecheng," He Yuan got up, "Since it's not the murderer, it's someone he knows well. If someone around him is missing, he will definitely know."

Jing Luo nodded approvingly: "And...he will appear in this hotel, it may not be an ordinary coincidence."

He Yuan got up: "Let's go."

Jing Luo said: "...now?"

"Of course the sooner the better."

"But where is he?"

"It should be one of the most expensive suites here, and it's not hard to find," Song Yi got up, "Let's go, just at this time, there is no one around him."

Several people walked to the door, turned around and asked, "Are you going?"

The girl quickly shook her head: "I won't go, I have a strong ghostly aura at this time, and it may affect others."

Jing Luo looked at the almost invisible ghostly aura on her body, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I'm not going either," the headless woman put her arms around her waist, "you go."

**

During the Spring Festival, there are not many people staying, and even fewer people will live in the presidential suite.

Once they reached the top floor, they easily found Zhao Hecheng's suite.

He rang the doorbell twice.

Obviously, at this point in time, ordinary people would not open the door.

But Zhao Hecheng is not an ordinary person.

Perhaps because of sleeping, his hair was disheveled, not as majestic as he saw in the morning, and he looked a little old.

He frowned, pulled the anti-theft chain, opened the door and asked, "Who are you?"

Song Yi said concisely and straight to the point: "Are there any missing persons around you?"

Zhao Hecheng frowned, but said nothing.

This attitude is obviously strange.

"Ponytail, not tall, thin." Because the girl was tortured too badly, Song Yi could only name these features.

Zhao Hecheng pursed his lips for a while, and opened his mouth to speak.

Jingle Bell--

The sharp cell phone rang, especially harsh in the middle of the night.

Zhao Hecheng seemed to be taken aback for a moment, but immediately reacted.

He kept a straight face, as if the slight fluctuation just now no longer existed: "No."

Jing Luo was stunned: "Impossible..."

"Did I tell you?" Zhao Hecheng was suddenly irritated, "I don't know where you heard the rumors, so hurry up! Otherwise, I'll call security!"

He dropped these few words harshly, and immediately closed the door with a bang.

Jing Luo affirmed: "He is lying. There are missing persons around him."

"The key is why you lied." He Yuan turned around and left.

Jing Luo stopped him: "Where are you going?"

"Check out the people around him."

**

Early the next morning, they received a reply from Assistant He Yuan.

"He has five wives?" Jing Luo was stunned when he saw the information sent over, "Isn't that committing bigamy?"

He Yuan flipped through the documents: "He was born in a place where polygamy was allowed decades ago. At that time, he married two of them. The latter three were just a formality and were not recognized by the law."

"...This incident is such a sensation, and he has such a status in the entertainment industry, how come he hasn't been exposed for so many years?"

"Everyone knows about the second wife, but the remaining three are kept secret."

Song Yi looked at the information, Zhao Hecheng's last three "wives" were younger and more beautiful than the last.

But he can be sure that the girl is not any of these three people.

Seeing something, He Yuan suddenly smiled: "Xiao Luo, he not only has five wives, he also has eight children."

Jing Luo: "..."

Xu Chengyu only glanced at it, and then took out one of the documents from He Yuan's hand.

"she."

Everyone looked over in unison.

Zhao Nibai, 21 years old.

The girl in the photo is delicate and charming, with a gentle smile, Jing Luo really can't put her together with the ghost he saw last night.

But if you take a closer look, you will find that there are some similarities.

"It's his daughter," Jing Luo couldn't figure it out, "Then why did he avoid talking about it yesterday?"

"I suspect that he doesn't know that Zhao Nibai is dead at all," He Yuan looked at the girl's perfect resume with some emotion in his eyes, "Although we can't find where Zhao Nibai is now, she undoubtedly died in this hotel Yes. Think about it, who will stay in this hotel again within a few months after her daughter's death? And there is no news about Zhao Nibai in this hotel, which is obviously unreasonable."

Jing Luo pursed his lips.

Generally, if a father gets any news about his missing daughter, he should be impatient to ask her, right?

But last night Zhao Hecheng not only didn't ask, but also drove them away... No.

Zhao Hecheng was going to ask.

That call!

Apparently, other people thought of this too.

Song Yi stood up: "It seems that I have to find him again."

"Not now," Jing Luo immediately stopped him, "There are many people around him during the day, we can't get close to him."

The plan can only be shelved until after supper time.

Jing Luo couldn't control his hand, sat on the sofa for a while, and searched Zhao Nibai's Weibo on his mobile phone.

There are thousands of fans, no V, and only two blog posts, the most recent one was posted two years ago. Obviously, she is not particularly interested in the Weibo app.

He thought about it, opened a foreign social networking site, and searched for Zhao Nibai's English name again.

Sure enough, Zhao Nibai's long-term active place is this social networking site.

"Accompanying mom to go shopping today, very happy~/rose/kiss, love you forever."

The accompanying picture shows her and her mother, a pair of mother and daughter leaning together, smiling sweetly and cuddling each other.

Jing Luo couldn't bear it any longer, he leaned on Song Yi: "Who are you talking about, that you would do such a cruel thing to a girl?"

"I don't know, people's hearts are unpredictable."

Jing Luo continued to scroll down.

There are many pictures on girls' social accounts, and Zhao Nibai also has them.

She smiles brightly in every selfie, and the photos are all about eating, drinking and having fun, and occasionally there are a few photos in the library.

"I'm going to spend the winter in City H, see you in the Spring Festival."

This is Zhao Nibai's last post.

In this regard, her dynamics will always stay on this day three months ago.

In the evening, they gave the information to Zhao Nibai.

She looked at it carefully, with both confusion and surprise in her eyes.

She murmured, "So I look so good-looking."

Jing Luo hesitated for a moment: "We still have to find your father, do you want to go together?"

"My father?" She turned to the next page, "He turned out to be my father..."

This time, Zhao Hecheng did not open the door.

After pressing the doorbell for a long time, no one responded, Zhao Nibai was a little nervous: "Could it be that you have identified the wrong person?"

"No, he is your father." He Yuan seemed impatient, and directly used his hands and voice, and he patted on the door, "If you want to know about your daughter, open the door immediately!"

Zhao Hecheng finally opened the door after 5 minutes.

He was a little annoyed: "What are you doing here!?"

He Yuan: "Your daughter has an accident, do you know?"

"...What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhao Hecheng waved his hand, "Come on, don't bother me."

As he spoke, he turned his head, and there was a faint light in his eyes.

Just as the other party was about to close the door, Jing Luo said.

"Your daughter is dead."

……

Zhao Hecheng's movements stopped.

He frowned, his eyes were sullen, and he turned his head again: "Who the hell are you? You are not the police."

"No," He Yuan shook his head suddenly, "Let me introduce myself, my main job is an actor—of course, I'm not well-known, you may not know me; and my side job...is a Taoist priest."

Jing Luo: "..."

For Zhao Hecheng, the customs of his birthplace are extremely superstitious, and he can't avoid it. He usually has to look at Feng Shui for a long time when buying a house.

He covered up his daughter's disappearance so well that even the police didn't know about it, and now a Taoist priest suddenly appeared saying that Nibai was dead, plus his daughter had been kidnapped for three months... To be honest, Zhao Hecheng Believe me [-]%.

They managed to get into the guest room.

After entering, I found that Zhao Hecheng was not the only one in the room.

There are three bodyguards in the bedroom next to it.

Zhao Nibai stood in the corner, not daring to move forward.

He made a phone call in front of Jing Luo and others, and found out that He Yuan was indeed a star.

Jing Luo felt that Zhao Hecheng's heart was really big, even with bodyguards around, he dared to come up and open the door himself.

"Tell me," Zhao Hecheng sat on the sofa, "what's wrong with my daughter."

His tone was calm and his face was calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.

Seeing his reaction, He Yuan was no longer afraid to pierce his heart: "I'm dead, Tuo Meng came to me and asked me to give you a message."

"...What did you say?"

"Before that, I need to know what happened to her."

Zhao Hecheng thought about it for a long time.

"Ming Tsai," he waved to the burly man who was closest to him, "Go and turn off my phone."

The man named Mingzai hesitated for a moment: "Boss, if there is a call soon..."

Zhao Hecheng glanced at him.

Mingzai immediately stopped speaking: "I'll go right away."

After turning off the phone, Zhao Hecheng took a sip of tea.

"About a month ago, I received a note from the kidnapper."

"Wait," Jing Luo couldn't help interrupting even though he knew it was impolite, "a month ago?"

"Well," Zhao Hecheng paused, "Actually, to be precise, it was three months ago. I thought it was waste paper at the time, and I happened to be busy with business, so I put it in the drawer and didn't take it to heart. It was later inadvertently. Only after seeing that note did I know that Nibai had been kidnapped."

"The kidnapper didn't call you?"

"Anyone can call me from anywhere."

He Yuan frowned: "Your daughter has been missing for more than two months, and you didn't notice?"

Zhao Hecheng: "Before this happened, I hadn't seen her for half a year."

Hearing this sentence, Jing Luo couldn't help but glanced at the corner.

The girl grabbed her sleeves and looked at her father helplessly. Her eyes were full of unconscious respect. It seemed that what the man said just now had no effect on her.

"After seeing the note, I looked it up and found out that she was missing." Speaking of this, Zhao Hecheng's eyes sank, "I don't know what her mother is doing all day long, she can't look down on a daughter."

Jing Luo: "You didn't think highly of your daughter either."

"I have so many children, if I have to take care of each of them, why would I marry a wife?"

Jing Luo wanted to answer very much, if you don't marry a wife, where will you have children.

Thinking about it later, he did not marry the last three, and those three did give birth to him.

"You didn't call the police?"

"What can be solved with money, why call the police? It's not embarrassing."

Zhao Hecheng brought the topic back: "Then I called the number on the note, and the other party dealt with me for nearly a month, asking me to take money to this hotel to exchange hostages."

"You said she was dead, so where did she die?"

"This is what she told us," He Yuan said, "She forgot where her body was. She just remembered that it was in this hotel."

That Mingzi spoke again: "Boss, if Miss is not dead, wouldn't our actions alarm the kidnappers?"

Song Yi suddenly thought of something: "When we came to find you last night, the call was from the kidnapper?"

Zhao Hecheng: "That's right."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Yi and Xu Chengyu immediately set off, pressing the three bodyguards to their knees.

This change caught Zhao Hecheng by surprise.

He widened his eyes: "What are you doing?"

"Who do you think would know that we came to find you in the middle of the night?" Jing Luo's expression was light.

Zhao Hecheng reacted immediately: "...how is it possible? The three of them have been with me for the past few months."

He is old, among other things, he thinks he has good eyesight.

His three bodyguards must be loyal to him.

He Yuan squatted in front of the bodyguard named Ming Tsai, pulled out his mobile phone, and forced his hand to press the fingerprint lock: "There are accomplices, and there is a high probability that they are the staff of this hotel."

"What on earth do you want to do? If you don't leave, I will call the police..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Hecheng saw a bunch of policemen rushing in.

They were the ones who called the police before they came to find Zhao Hecheng. They were all dead, so there was nothing to worry about.

"Mr. Police," Jing Luo handed over Zhao Nibai's information, "Miss Zhao Jialiu was kidnapped for three months. We suspect that she has been killed."

The policeman took over the documents with a complicated expression: "Then who are you?"

Jing Luo narrowed his eyes: "We... are all Zhao Nibai's friends."