Daily life with loyal ghosts [Entertainment]

Zhao Hecheng's daughter committed suicide due to depression, and Zhao Hecheng posted a blog to commemorate it.

Jing Luo looked at today's headlines and was quite touched.

It has been nearly half a month since he came back from City H, and this matter is only now being reported. Obviously, there are still many twists and turns in the middle.

Zhao Niqing and others reposted Zhao Hecheng's Weibo one after another, and what they said was extremely nice, but they didn't know how much of it was sincere.

"Little Luo, why are you still playing with your phone?"

He Yuan sat opposite and asked dissatisfiedly.

"Sick of mobile phone disease, young people nowadays." Granny ate the fruit plate and leaned against the front of the sofa without turning her head.

"What he does is none of your business." Song Yi frowned displeased, "But what are you all doing at our house?"

"Didn't you agree before that we'll wait for the show together?" He Yuan smiled.

Song Yi wanted to say something else, but the commercials on the TV stopped and the program started.

This kind of program that contains supernatural colors naturally cannot pass the censorship, so it is broadcast in the form of online comprehensive, and they just put the platform on the TV.

The beginning of the program is the key clip in it.

Xu Yang's screams were the first to overflow, and the screams were so real that they exaggerated the atmosphere of the whole show.

The editors of variety shows are masters, who can cut any clip to be extremely horrifying - and can also cut two people who have no cross-border communication from the beginning to the end, so that the screen is full of pink bubbles.

Such as Jing Luo and Xu Yang.

The first episode lasted for an hour and 10 minutes, and in the first 10 minutes, every sentence of Jing Luo's conversation with Xu Yang—even not the conversation with Xu Yang—can be seamlessly connected together.Jing Luo's unintentional eyes were all captured by the camera, with a small pink heart attached to it, and the words "I'm here, don't be afraid".

The low air pressure around him was simply impossible to ignore.

Even the people around were amused, He Yuan half-jokingly said: "Sure, look at these audiences, they are all praising you as a good match."

"Is Xu Yang looking at you with such affection in his eyes?" He continued, "Why didn't I realize it at the time."

"...It's all about program editing. I didn't say a few words to her."

As soon as the words fell, Song Yi suddenly reached out and hooked his neck.

"Don't watch this shit show."

Jing Luo was caught off guard and was taken over, and lightly bumped Song Yi's shoulder.

"Big man, why are you tired and crooked?" Grandma said disgustedly.

The program reached a small climax at about 10 minutes—the late-night female laughter in Jingluo's room.

He didn't think it was too scary before, but now that the show is accompanied by horror music special effects, it is very infiltrating.

He involuntarily crossed his legs and leaned back slightly.

Suddenly, his face was gently kissed.

He was startled, and turned his head to look at the perpetrator. Song Yi was half-reclining, like a satiated wolf, with his index finger on his lips, beckoning him to keep silent.

The people sitting on the sofas on both sides were watching TV, and no one noticed what was happening to them.

Song Yi became more and more bold, touching his earlobe with his fingertips.

Jing Luo blushed and brushed away.

Grandma murmured: "I don't know what Wu Qi is doing, she hasn't arrived yet."

Suddenly, the TV sizzled and went dark.

Several people were stunned.

"What kind of broken TV are you guys?" He Yuan looked disgusted.

Jing Luo also didn't understand: "It's new..."

Just finished speaking, the TV turned on again.

But the content inside is no longer correct.

The black and white surveillance video was shown on the TV.

For context, it's a hospital.

"What is this?" Grandma frowned and looked at Xu Chengyu, "Did you accidentally press something?"

Xu Chengyu looked down and said, "No."

Suddenly, there was movement in the monitor.

The door facing the surveillance was suddenly opened, and a figure walked out.

It was a man, naked all over. Grandma clicked her tongue, and just about to close her eyes, she realized something was wrong.

The man was wearing something on his wrist with a small tag tied to it.

"This..." She squinted her eyes and said affirmatively, "It's the sign on the body of the dead in the mortuary."

Jing Luo: "..."

As if feeling something, the man raised his eyes and looked at the monitor—it was as if he was staring at him.

Hey, the screen went black again.

Five seconds later, the program resumed on the TV.

Jing Luo came back to his senses, and immediately turned on the phone to confirm.

"Only we saw the surveillance just now, and other viewers watched well."

Just after finishing speaking, the phone rang, it was Wu Qi.

He picked it up: "Is it there?"

"She won't pass today."

The woman's voice was a little soft, with a slight upturn at the end, very familiar.

Jing Luo was stunned, and blurted out: "...the headless girl???"

The four of them looked over together.

Song Yi took the phone and turned on the speaker.

"Don't be so loud," the headless woman said lazily, "Did you see the video I turned to?"

Song Yi's tone was flat: "What do you want to do? The underworld has been looking for you, if you want to hide, just hide away, don't come to trouble us."

"Why are you so unfriendly," the headless woman scolded, "They won't look for me anymore."

Jing Luo: "Why?"

The headless girl giggled: "Because I also became a ghost slave."

As soon as this sentence came out, there was an instant silence for half a minute.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Qi's regretful cry came from over there: "...you put your head on for me!!"

Several people:"…………"

"Understood, just put it on, why are you so troublesome?" The headless woman responded, and continued, "The matter of the hospital needs to be investigated, and it should be resolved quickly, so that I can get my soul life."

"If you want to take the soul life, go by yourself," Song Yi was the first to react, "We don't have time."

"You have to come even if you don't have time. Don't you know that the next filming location of this program is this abandoned hospital?"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, He Yuan couldn't help it anymore: "I can understand that Wu Qi's physique is up to the standard, but what's the matter? Wholesale of ghost masters? You ghosts are all devoted to good things?"

Grandma couldn't sit still for a long time, she got up and walked out the door.

"In the middle of the night, can you see the road clearly at your age?" He Yuan got up, "I'll take you there."

"We won't go," Song Yi said before Jing Luo, "Let's go."

After everyone left, Jing Luo worried: "Are we really not going?"

"It's useless to go—it's all dead."

"..."

Jing Luo sat back on the sofa and tapped on the phone.

Song Yi went to his side: "What are you doing?"

"I asked He Yuan to come and tell me about the situation."

Song Yi narrowed his eyes: "You care about her so much?"

"After all, it's the first time she experiences such a thing, she should be quite scared."

"She's such a heartless person, how could she know how to be afraid."

Jing Luo's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't help but said, "You know her very well?"

Song Yi has a keen sense of smell, and immediately heard something, and said uncertainly, "Are you jealous?"

"..." Jing Luo sent a text message, "No."

Song Yi was a little annoyed at first, but now he finds it quite interesting.

He bent slightly and approached him: "You are jealous."

"..."

"very nice."

Jing Luo was dazed: "Huh?"

Song Yi planted a kiss under his ear.

"Stop playing with your phone."

While talking, he took Jing Luo's cell phone away.

With his hands empty, Jing Luo became more nervous: "What are you doing?"

"Business."

"Na Wuqi—"

"What does she do?"

While tugging, Song Yi accurately groped for the remote control and turned off the TV.

……

Beside the overlapping legs, Jing Luo's cell phone suddenly turned on, and there was a crisp ding-dong sound of a text message, which was soon drowned out in a low gasp.

[Midnight Horror Program Group: The next shooting date is scheduled for Thursday afternoon, at the abandoned building of the XX Affiliated Hospital. The meeting time is at [-]:[-] noon on Thursday, so don’t be late :)]

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I wrote this book as a whole, but I am actually not very satisfied... because it was the first time I came into contact with this subject, the writing was very weak, and the rhythm was not very good. In the later stage, I got stuck, which caused a lot of hair to fall out in the middle of the night before I could write. After an update, I will basically not write types that I am not good at in the future QAQ

In the end, I insisted on finishing it, and I was really relieved.

Bow three times.