No, I love it.

Zhang Cheng spoke incoherently, but Jiang Luo understood what he meant.

When Zhang Cheng was looking at Zhang Feng in the upside down position, the baby ghost was also looking down in the same position and came face to face with Zhang Cheng from between Zhang Feng's legs.

Jiang Luo unexpectedly knocked Zhang Cheng unconscious and looked up anxiously, "Zhang Cheng is in a coma! Someone come and take him to the infirmary with me."

Lu Youyi nimbly ran over and helped Zhang Cheng out, "I'll do it."

The dead ghost, who was originally indifferent, frowned, and walked over to take Zhang Cheng and put him on his back.

The others were stopped by the staff, and the four of them walked quickly to the infirmary. After Zhang Cheng was put to bed, they took the opportunity to meet with the director.

The director shook their hands politely, and when he saw the dead guy, he said hesitantly, "Is this one of them?"

Jiang Luo nodded, not saying anything more. The general director was smart enough not to ask any more questions, and instead called up the video of the ghost game.

There were three angles of the video, and they watched it with rapt attention. In the rear view of the video, they could see most clearly that there was a flash of black shadow at Zhang Feng's feet.

The shadow is so unobtrusive that it even looks like the shadow of a machine sliding down a track. The director slowed the video down and watched it back and forth several times, but he didn't see a baby under Zhang Feng's feet.

The director general's heart numb, could not help but say: "Is it Zhang Cheng saw wrong?"

"Director, you'd better hope he's right," Lu Youyi said orthodoxly, "What can be found is much better than what is unknown."

The chief director was a fat man, and after hearing him say this, he couldn't help but wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Master is right."

Jiang Luo watched the video, his brows furrowed. He didn't know why, but he always felt that there was something out of place in the video, but he couldn't tell what was out of place for a while.

Ye Xun read through Zhang Feng's profile and was surprised, "Among the dead trainees, someone from the same company as Zhang Feng?"

"That's right, it's the trainee from the bed you're staying in, his name is Li Zhen," the chief director said, "Li Zhen and Zhang Feng were a duo when they came here, but after they were rated on the stage, Li Zhen was the B and Zhang Feng was the C. When Li Zhen was training in the training room, he got closer and closer to the other two trainees, they were Chen Lezhi and Lin Xiao who also died. In the training room, Li Zhen got close to two other company trainees, Chen Lezhi and Lin Xiao, who are also dead."

"The four of them are also very close because of Li Zhen and often have dinner together."

Ye Xun pondered, "No wonder. No wonder Zhang Feng is so hostile towards me, saying that I'm taking up someone else's position....... But I heard that Zhang Feng and Li Zhen have had friction."

The trainees are in a closed recording studio, and most of the things that happen can't escape the ears and eyes of the program team. The general director skillfully said, "It's just a few little things that come and go, either because Li Zhen from the same company is getting more and more popular and he's getting worse and worse, or because Li Zhen doesn't want to take care of Zhang Feng anymore, but there's no other reason."

Jiang Luo was listening with one mind, and became a bit distracted when he watched the video, "Didn't you guys ever suspect that Zhang Feng had something to do with the three dead trainees?"

"Of course we suspected it," the chief director laughed bitterly, "but Zhang Feng was either in the training room or sleeping in his dormitory when the trainee died, and he has an alibi."

When he finished, he hesitated, "Speaking of Zhang Feng, I remember something else. We suppressed all the deaths of the trainees and told them that they were withdrawing from the competition. The others didn't suspect anything, but Zhang Feng's face was ugly, he took leave that day and kept wrapping himself in the quilt, and at night he had a high fever....... We guessed that he was upset because Li Zhen was also gone, and his heart was hard."

Is it really just apprehension because a partner from the same company left the show without a word?

Jiang Luo felt that it would not be so simple.

Perhaps Zhang Feng already knew that Li Zhen was dead, not withdrawn, when he received the "trainee withdrawal notice".

He's scared. Is he scared of Li Zhen's three deaths, or is he scared of the truth about Li Zhen and their deaths?

Or is he afraid that death will find him?

Jiang Luo comes back to his senses, but remembers that besides the three trainees, one of the people behind the scenes is also dead.

The dead staff member was an ordinary-faced female who neither intended to debut nor had a jealous audience, and usually had a very low presence at work; the director wouldn't have been able to name her if not for this accident, and she didn't have a single thing in common with the three trainees.

There was another muffled thunderstorm outside, and the computer network was jammed for a moment, the image frozen in the moment when Zhang Feng lowered his head.

"This day," the director sighed and whispered, "is so changeable."

Jiang Luo Yu Guang glanced over the computer screen, "Yes, the rain said to rain ......," he slowly stopped his voice.

Ye Xun asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Luo looked down at his computer, "Is Zhang Feng ...... no shadow?"

Ye Xun froze and looked down.

The shadows indoors aren't as pronounced as they would be in the sunlight outside, but they're not absent either.

Ye Xun looked around Zhang Feng inch by inch and nodded, "He has no shadow."

Jiang Luo made an immediate decision, "Director, bring us the video of Li Zhen before he died."

The director rushed off to transfer the video for them.

The video is the most recent footage of the three Li Zhen men before their deaths, and in the video, as can be seen upon closer inspection, there are no shadows of the three of them either.

The director found it hard to believe that he was in the end living in ordinary society, and looked back and forth several times before slumping in his chair and saying, "It's really haunted ......"

"This matter and Zhang Feng can not be separated from the relationship," there are clues, Jiang Luo's mood rather better, "from him, will be a breakthrough point."

After watching the video, a few people said goodbye to the director.

The rain outside was loud, and it was cloudy like six or seven at night. But at least there was some light, and Jiang Luo walked briskly toward the dormitory building, remembering the monsters that only appeared in the darkness.

The umbrella was almost blown away by the wind, and Jiang Luo's shoes were soaked all the way to the dormitory floor. He put away the umbrella, water droplets wet, the first floor of the outer wall soaked out a human-shaped traces.

Like which one got wet and hit the wall.

Lu Youyi asked, "Jiang Luo, what should we do now."

Jiang Luo withdrew his eyes, "Zhang Cheng only said that there are ghosts around him, and he reacted so emotionally, Zhang Feng definitely knows something, but he is just unwilling to say it. Let's try to find a way to provoke him."

Without delay, the four of them arrived at Zhang Feng's dormitory.

Zhang Feng, however, was not in the dormitory.

Jiang Luo hid on the balcony and called the director, who said incredulously, "Impossible ah, someone in our director's group saw him enter the dormitory building. Wait, I'll look at the surveillance."

Five minutes later, the director called back, "He went into the dormitory, grabbed something and rushed out again, and now he doesn't know where he went."

Jiang Luo contemplates.

A voice suddenly rang on the other end of the phone, "Director, who are you talking to on the phone?"

The voice is magnetic, with a hint of teasing. It's Qin Fan.

The director heart said a bad, almost forgot about this one, he smiled and said, "Mr. Qin, just now the sudden accident is too busy, did not scare you, right?"

Qin Fan just casually asked, not intending to probe into other people's privacy, he smiled and sat beside the director, "I've always been very timid, not to mention, it seems to be really scared, just now I was wondering if there were really ghosts in that hall."

When he finished, he thought for a moment and said languidly, "It's still a shock."

The director was also startled, ever since he knew that there was really a ghost here, his back had been hairy and he always felt that there was something staring at him in the dark. Pushing himself, he worriedly said, "Does Mr. Qin feel any discomfort anywhere?"

The sound of their conversation reached Jiang Luo's ears. Jiang Luo leaned against the side of the dormitory bed, closed his eyes, and quietly listened.

After the director and Qin Fan chatted for a few moments, he went aside alone and lowered his voice and said to Jiang Luo: "Master, Mr. Qin is now scared and slightly feverish, I'm afraid ...... there are dirty things haunting Mr. Qin, can you come and give a look?"

He added, "It's raining too much today, we've arranged a room for Teacher Qin, if Master can come, he doesn't have to go back. There is an empty room right next door to Teacher Qin, and the regulations are a bit better than the trainee dormitories."

Jiang Luo didn't say anything and waited patiently.

The director cautiously tried, "Master, I'll give you a raise here?"

Jiang Luo flicked up his eyelids and smiled, "Then I'll make the trip."

In the wind and rain, Jiang Luo's clothes were already half wet when he arrived at Qin Fan's door. Qin Fan opened the door for him with a listless and weak look, "Please come in."

Jiang Luo walked in nonchalantly, the wet soles of his shoes dirtying the clean floor.

Qin Fan didn't care and good-naturedly held his slippers for him, "You're soaked through, why don't you take a shower first?"

Such a big star was busy, only Jiang Luo could calmly watch him busy. He changed into slippers, wet clothes were really uncomfortable on his body, the words he originally wanted to refuse passed through his mouth, "That would be troublesome."

Qin Fan got him some clothes and Jiang Luo went into the bathroom.

Given that it wasn't his own place, Jiang Luo simply took a hot shower and was cleaned and dressed in five minutes. The clothes were Qin Fan's size and still had the hangtag of new clothes that hadn't been worn.

He rolled the sleeves of his coat upwards and walked out in a hot haze of wet hair.

Qin Fan poured him a cup of coffee and waited for him on the couch, very matter-of-factly, "I heard about you from the director, Maestro," he stifled a grin, finding the epithet amusing, "How do you intend to cure me?"

"Easy," Jiang Luo looked at him with a raised eyebrow without moving his coffee, "Got any beer?"

Qin Fan brought him a cold beer, Jiang Luo took a sip and leaned comfortably on the sofa, "Mr. Qin, you have to give me a white porcelain bowl and a cigarette."

They were all good find things and were soon on the table.

Jiang Luo lit the talisman paper, threw it into the bowl, and after the talisman paper burned to ashes, took the water and poured it in.

The clear water became murky, Jiang Luo lit his cigarette and leisurely inhaled within his lips, his wet hair still dripping down. He glanced sideways at Qin Fan and apologized, "Teacher Qin, I'm sorry, there's no sandalwood right now, so I'll have to use cigarettes instead."

With those words, he shook the ashes of his cigarette into the bowl and stirred the water well with the cigarette before Qin Fan could react.

"Drink this bowl, and Mr. Qin will be fine," Jiang Luo took the soaked cigarette out and put it aside, smiling, "You won't have nightmares at night, and you'll sleep soundly as usual."

Qin Fan looked at the bowl of water and said, with a wry smile, "Do we really have to drink it like this?"

Jiang Luo said, "Didn't you say you were frightened?"

Qin Fan sighed and bowed his head to drink the bowl of talismanic water into his stomach.

Jiang Luo stared at him tightly, Qin Fan's throat knots rolled, and surprisingly, he finished it in one gulp.

The talismanic water inside is not a tranquilizer talisman, but a suppression talisman, a first-class talisman written by Jiang Luo with increasing skill.

This bowl of suppression talisman can be much more useful if you drink it than sticking it outside. If Qin Fan was a puppet of an evil spirit, he would cut off the evil spirit's hold with this bowl. If it was someone who was bent over by an evil spirit, it would be even worse, the evil spirit would drink the suppression talisman, and at the very least, he would be seriously injured.

But Qin Fan just put down the bowl with a bitter face and said to Jiang Luo in tears and laughter, "This tastes really strange."

Without a single change, it was natural to say, "But don't say, maybe it's a psychological effect, I really do feel much more relaxed, and a little sleepy."

Jiang Luo didn't see anything, is Qin Fan not Chi You?

He sighed slightly, stood up and said, "Mr. Qin take a rest, sleep and wake up, everything will be fine."

Qin Fan really can't help this strange smell, rushed into the bathroom to rinse his mouth, and said as he walked, "Okay, you also quickly go back to rest, I've troubled you today."

The door slammed shut.

In the bathroom, Qin Fan lifted her face from the sink, her face wet, her warm look showing a bit of defiantly evil sensuality.

A few seconds later, a line of bright red blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.

He wiped off the blood and wiped the corners of his lips red, stained with blood, and slowly hooked a strange smile.

*

Jiang Luo returned to his room.

Zhang Feng did not go back to the dormitory even though the rain outside was getting heavier and heavier throughout the afternoon.

Jiang Luo slept for a while and went to the bathroom when he woke up. The layout of his room is the same as Qin Fan's room next door, with a big seductive bathtub in the bathroom.

Jiang Luo had bathed too quickly in the morning at Qin Fan's place to enjoy himself. He put hot water in the bathtub.

The dark haired youth took off his shirt, his graceful and beautiful spine exposed, his shoulder blades leaping like butterflies. Jiang Luo placed his hands on the edge of his pants and was about to take them off when he suddenly lifted his eyelids to look to the side.

A small window in the bathroom faced the darkness of the night, and the rain pulled long trails across the window, and that sense of voyeurism came back.

Jiang Luo walked over and pulled the curtain closed with an expressionless face.

This feeling is like a shadow, the opponent is hiding in an unknown corner. The unknown represents fear, wandering. Jiang Luo finally realizes why Chi You chose this as a gambling game.

Because the evil spirit is so clear, when he doesn't appear, Jiang Luo will keep his nerves on edge, keep thinking about who he is and what he's doing, keep rendering him a powerful, terrifying foe in the unknown, the mysterious evil deepening in constant imagination, and if Chi You is never found, then Jiang Luo will keep falling into this circle.

At least until now, half of Jiang Luo's mind is on who Chi You is.

Isn't that just what the evil spirits want?

Jiang Luo's grinding teeth sounded as he forced himself to calm down. Soaking himself in the bathtub.

The water was on the warm side and very comfortable.

Half an hour later, Jiang Luo lazily opened his eyes and picked up his cell phone.

There was an unread message on his cell phone from ten minutes ago.

[Tonight's game begins.]

[My dear beloved, have you found out who I am?]

Jiang Luo looked at the time, it was only nine o'clock in the evening.

Last night's boogeyman harassed him after twelve midnight, but today it was a full three hours earlier.

The excitement of the evil spirit was obvious to anyone.

He didn't bother with the text message, and after two minutes, Evil Ghost dialed in to talk.

Jiang Luo also didn't press connect, but as if Mr. Evil Ghost knew what he was thinking, the phone connected on its own.

The other party's voice was helpless, as if Jiang Luo had done something terribly wrong by rejecting the evil spirit's call, "You're like this, it seems a bit perfunctory."

"If you've got eyes or a brain," Jiang Luo's voice also breathes languor as he casually fiddles with the water, "you should know that it's not called some, it's called very."

As if aggrieved, the evil spirit said, "Am I not the one you love?"

"According to you, I am also the one you love. You've had a crush on me for a long time, pursued me for a long time, and you're unforgiving to me even after death, and you have to call the netherworld," Jiang Luo, "Your 'love' for me has enough uniqueness."

The evil spirit stifled a laugh, which grew louder and louder, like a madman, "Don't you like it?"

He expected the dark-haired youth to say he didn't like it, but instead there was a lone sound of water on the other end of the line. The youth seemed to rise from the water, which pattered and slid down his chest to the side of his legs, followed by the sound of bare feet walking on tile.

The clothing mopping sounds are noisy, but so detailed that one wonders if the purpose of the call is a death threat or ...... a peek with the ears at a luscious dressing down.

Chi You's originally pleasant mood suddenly became somewhat subtle.

The feeling was like drifting into the ocean of a fallen leaf, a weak leaf that had no effect on the sea. The bottom of the sea is still deep, heavy and unfathomable.

But the evil spirit was a little distracted.

His fingers tapped the desktop in a loose manner now and then.

Evil spirits liked interesting things, and waiting for the dark-haired youth to get dressed was undoubtedly a tedious task; he should have made a sound, a friendly reminder, or perhaps gotten right to the point impatiently.

But the evil spirit was somehow silent at the moment.

Finally, the cacophony stopped.

The voice of the dark-haired youth resounded.

He let out a soft chuckle, "No, I love it."