sjar Chapter 22: With the script in hand, she has the traffic!
Chapter 22: With the script in hand, she has the traffic!
In the novel, when everyone learns that Lu Xiang is the serial killer, they give her a nickname: the Thousand-Faced Widow.
Her main targets are wealthy men who are unfaithful in their marriages and like to keep mistresses, and she plots to take their lives and property.
After taking down one, she would change her expression and approach the next one.
There is no Shen Yi in this world, nor is there a portrait artist as skilled as Shen Yi, so the male and female protagonists could not catch her no matter what they did, and at one point they thought it was a gang crime.
Of course, the most important reason is that no one knew Lu Xiang could disguise herself.
But now, Lu Xiang has been exposed, in front of hundreds of millions of viewers.
Lin Sui didn't expect Lu Xiang to actually agree.
In fact, she didn't necessarily need Lu Xiang's help; she just wanted to take a shortcut and save herself some trouble by using Song Dilai's mother's connections.
But at the moment she took the photo, that was indeed what she was thinking—if Lu Xiang was exposed, would she no longer be so desperate as to kill someone, and would she not be tricked into dying in the bed of a perverted tycoon, dying in the endless torment of men?
Lu Xiang, as proud as a fiery rose, should not have met such a miserable end.
Fortunately, this time, Lu Xiang chose her.
Lin Sui felt a little relieved, so on the way to Liu’s house, he unusually talked a lot and explained: “Song Dilai and her classmates were not going to climb the mountain, but to play Ouija board at the haunted house. However, because they were afraid to get too close, their soul ended up being left at the Liu family’s house next door.”
"You've got some nerve," Si Xingran clicked his tongue. "Isn't this just plain courting death?"
Lin Sui: "She was also desperate and had no other choice."
Yu Cinian glanced at her: "You seem to know her very well."
Lin Sui: "Sometimes, you can tell a lot from a person's face."
[Strong is back again, when will this end?]
With the script in hand, she has the star power!
I used to be able to tolerate charlatans and swindlers, as long as I hadn't seen any truly outrageous disguises. But now, everything seems utterly boring to me, not even stunningly beautiful faces.
Despite saying that, the enthusiastic viewers watching the live stream spread the word – the soul-summoning operation has begun, come and see the joke!
At this moment, Lin Sui and his group had arrived at the carved gate of the Liu family's house.
Tonight, the moon is bright and the stars are few. The shadow of the old locust tree falls on the door, like a ghostly figure baring its fangs.
Lin Sui stood in the shadow of the tree and suddenly looked up.
Viewers in the live stream could clearly see through the camera lens that two large white lanterns were hanging on the gate, and inside those lanterns were two eerie green flames.
The nearly deserted Lotus Village appeared even more desolate under the moonlight. The dark, empty houses resembled giant tombs, burying the past human life.
The green lights became the only source of light, spreading across the screen like the opening scene of a Chinese horror movie.
[Holy crap! Will-o'-the-wisps! A must-have item for haunted houses!]
[Isn't it inappropriate to talk about ghosts so late at night?]
[What a load of bull! Your chemistry teacher is turning in his grave!]
But... are there lanterns here during the day?
As this comment drifted by, the live stream fell eerily quiet.
Yes, during the day, the gate is completely empty; there are no lanterns hanging there at all.
[That must have been hung by the staff. They even went to great lengths to create a scary atmosphere by putting on a green one. They really went to great lengths.]
However, the next second, Si Xingran's question came.
"What are you looking at?"
In the scene, Si Xingran and Lin Sui stand side by side, looking up, but after a long time they can't see anything unusual about the door.
Tang Xi, standing beside him, had a solemn expression, with a strange glint in her eyes.
Lin Sui was all too familiar with the emotions in her eyes.
When Si Xingran realized that there might really be something wrong with this village, he was this excited.
"I'm asking you, what are you looking at?" Si Xingran pressed on, sensing that there was something on the door, but he couldn't see it.
"I know you're in a hurry, but don't rush," Lin Sui said, glancing at the half-open door with the lock off. "Once you've gone inside and taken a stroll, you might be able to see it."
Ordinary people cannot see ghosts or anything related to ghosts unless they are possessed by one.
Of course, there are also ways to actively seek out ghosts. For example, the popular Ouija board, the spirit board, the four-corner game... or simply smear cow tears on your eyelids.
In addition, there is a special case—
What does Si Xingran mean by that? Can't he see those two big lanterns?
It's said that cameras can capture things invisible to the naked eye...
[Great acting! It's great, I love watching it, please give us more!]
Faced with comments on the screen still questioning whether it was scripted, Director Wu gave a sly smile: "The main feature has begun."
Compared to ordinary people, those in the entertainment industry are more superstitious and more willing to believe in metaphysics. This is because they face various cameras every day, making them the most likely to capture anything unclean.
These things were strictly prohibited before, and even though there were occasional ghost stories in various places, they were always dealt with vaguely.
Recently, for some unknown reason, the China Taoist Association has surprisingly changed its tune and is willing to truthfully convey this information to the world.
He used his connections to get firsthand information and immediately began preparing for the variety show, even inviting the vice president of the Taoist Association to oversee it personally.
But now that Lin Sui is here, it seems there's no need for that...
"Director, Master Mao Yang from the Taoist Association has arrived."
As if on cue, Cao Cao appeared; Director Wu hurriedly went out to greet him.
Master Mao Yang came from Maoshan. He looked to be only in his fifties. He wore a dark blue Taoist robe, had a tall and straight figure, and a dignified face, which gave him the demeanor of a Taoist practitioner.
He was accompanied by a young disciple who looked well-behaved and still somewhat immature.
After exchanging pleasantries, Mao Yang took the initiative to explain why he was late: "I'm sorry, I met a few people who needed help on the way, so my journey was delayed."
“Master is lying,” the junior disciple muttered. “I clearly bought the wrong high-speed rail ticket and only realized it after getting on the train. When I finally arrived at my destination, I took the wrong subway. If the director hadn’t sent someone to pick me up, I probably would have had to take an unlicensed motorcycle taxi.”
Mao Yang: "..."
Director Wu: "…………"
Silence is the way tonight to sabotage things.
Mao Yang coughed, his expression unchanged: "Fortunately, it's not too late, it's only been a short time since it got dark, so the guests should not be in danger yet."
Director Wu didn't want to say anything, so he simply led him to the monitor.
On the screen, the heavy, carved door was slowly pushed open, its long creaking sound particularly jarring in the silent night.
Lin Sui stepped into the courtyard first. As the camera zoomed in, a small pond full of tender pink lotus flowers came into view. To the right of the courtyard stood a uniquely shaped rockery, with flowers blooming in profusion around it, creating a vibrant scene.
In any other place, this scene wouldn't seem out of place, but this is the Liu family's courtyard, which has been abandoned for ten years, so such a riot of flowers only looks eerie.
Mao Yang's expression changed drastically: "This is extremely ominous! This is a place of great misfortune! Quickly, call them out!"
It's a pity it's too late.
As Li Ye was the last to step into the courtyard, the gate behind him slammed shut with a bang.