Diary

Ye Xun : "......"

The man with the face of Zhang Feng outside cocked his head and asked again, "May I, please, open the door?"

Ye Xun glanced back into the bathroom.

Shadows shifted in the bathroom as Zhang Feng sang louder and louder.

There is a Zhang Feng inside and a Zhang Feng outside the door.

Which one is real?

If that's the real Zhang Feng outside the door, then who's the guy in the shower?

If the bathers are real, then who is this person.

Ye Xun's mind went blank for a moment, and he took a good look at the people outside.

At least it seems that Zhang Feng with a face is more of a person than Zhang Feng without a face.

Ye Xun hesitated, got out of his chair and put his hand on the door handle.

He was about to open the door when he suddenly looked down at the lock.

When Zhang Feng came in, he just closed the door casually and did not lock it. Why did Zhang Feng, who was outside the door, ask him to open the door when all he had to do was to unscrew the door handle to get in?

Ye Xun's expression stared, and he suddenly lowered his hand.

He remembered something.

Some people will take coffins or wood that has been used by the dead and transform it into furniture and sell it to others. Such furniture creates "ghosts" or "demons" that are trapped inside the furniture and need human consent to come out. Therefore, they will tap on the door of the cabinet to get the attention of human beings, and if human beings take the initiative to open the furniture, it is the same as giving the "evil spirits" and "evil spirits" an order of passage, so they can escape from the furniture and commit crimes.

Zhang Feng at the door isn't a "spirit" or a "demon," but he's clearly not a person either.

Inside the house, where the trainees live for a long time, there are four males living there, and there is plenty of yang energy. The "man" outside the door asked Ye Xun to open the door for him, obviously because he was afraid of the yang energy and wanted to ask Ye Xun for a "pass".

The housemate who was writing on the table looked up at Ye Xun strangely, "Who's that coming through the door?"

"There's no one," Ye Xun locks the door behind him, "Someone knocked on the wrong door."

The housemate didn't ask many questions and continued to listen to the music and write the song.

Ye Xun didn't know if the people outside had left or not, he went back to his bed and canceled the message he had just edited. He couldn't let Jiang Luo and the others come over now, or they might run into something outside the door.

The knocking sound sounded for a while, and gradually died down, as if it had given up and left. Sweat broke out on Ye Xun's temples, and he hugged Xiao Fen tightly; at that moment, Zhang Feng came out of the bathroom.

Zhang Feng draped himself in a towel and walked over to the mirror to carefully apply his skincare products, he was in a good mood and even gave himself a mask, "Ye Nan, who was the person who just knocked on the door?"

The mask was a smooth and neat piece in the place of the five senses that had been purposely left out of the mask. Ye Xun's throat tightened a little as he did his best to calmly say, "Someone knocked on the wrong door."

Zhang Feng was not interested and continued to gleefully organize his mask in the mirror.

Ye Xun said, "Zhang Feng, you look happy."

Zhang Feng laughs, "I just really like rainy days."

Ye Xun looked at him searchingly, "You look different today."

"Yes?" Zhang Feng laughed twice in a good mood, "I let go of some things that were on my mind and now I feel relaxed. If it hadn't been raining, I would have wanted to go out for two laps."

When Ye Xun heard him finish, he subconsciously looked at Zhang Feng's changed shoes by the door.

The sides of his shoes were caked with mud, drying on the edges, and there were some waxy traces of sewage scratched across the tops.

For the recording of "Next Stop, Idol", the location was chosen in the suburbs because they didn't want to be disturbed. Although the location is remote, the building is brand new. Zhang Feng's shoes are so dirty, he should be out of the recording location.

Ye Xun took out his cell phone and took a picture of Zhang Feng's shoes under Xiao Fen's cover, then thought about it and took another picture of Zhang Feng's face when Zhang Feng wasn't paying attention.

Sent a message to his companion.

[Meet me in the morning. I have something to tell you.]

*

The phone received a new message, lit up a few times quickly, and then faded out because no one was on it.

If someone were to give Jiang Luo a gun with only one bullet in it, and ask him whether he wants to destroy the illusion or kill Chi You with one shot, Jiang Luo would definitely choose Chi You without hesitation and through gritted teeth.

This was the first time Jiang Luo had been in such a sorry state since he had been dragged into the dream by Chi You and killed eighteen times.

Jiang Luo wondered why Chi You didn't kill him, why he didn't punish him with pain and bloodshed, but instead teased him in such a way.

But it must be said that the Evil Ghost's move was incredibly precise, cutting into Jiang Luo's vitals like a scalpel.

If it was physical torture, then Jiang Luo would still be able to grit his teeth and bear it, keeping his composure. But this kind of weird and bizarre teasing made Jiang Luo completely unable to keep his sanity, and he was so angry that his teeth were itching.

In the midst of his rage, he was still a bit flustered inside.

The evil spirit had taken his lifeblood by absurd means.

Knowing that this was the way to deal with him was going to make Jiang Luo's life even more unbearable than the usual tactics.

The more angry Jiang Luo gets, the happier Chi You gets.

The evil spirit was pleasurable, his laugh low, "Guess."

"Guess you-uh." Jiang Luo's lips were blocked, his face was blue and his lips were crimson.

"Your teacher taught you to think about what comes out of your mouth before you say it."

Chi You said slowly.

The hand on his lips moved away, and Jiang Luo opened his lips, expletives swirling around in his throat, before finally clenching his teeth again and saying nothing.

Fuck.

The evil spirit looked at the dark-haired youth whose face was changing, and felt a wave of relief and pleasure from a place he had never seen before.

Such pleasantness was even more than Chi You's first time learning the art of puppet soul refining and surviving the first fusion with the ghost pattern.

The black-haired youth preferred to fight in blood and flesh rather than lie on the bed and tangle with thousands of ghost hands, and his mouth, which had always been eloquent, could not speak any more nonsense. Such Jiang Luo made the evil ghost feel a sense of fulfillment that satisfied him.

He wanted to.

Against Jiang Luo, this is really the way to go.

The ghostly hands were getting more and more aggressive, Jiang Luo knew that Chi You was deliberately trying to disgust him, his veins blossomed on his forehead, tiny beads of sweat clung to him, Jiang Luo cursed silently, and said in a self-loathing voice, "These hands are all your fucking hands!"

The hand crawling over him stopped abruptly.

The evil spirit sighed, intent, "You guessed it."

In the next instant, the ghostly hands all disappeared. The broken and decayed ghost building became bright and clean again.

Outside the window the rain was pouring down, Jiang Luo was panting heavily, and when he had the strength he could barely hold himself up and sit up. His hair was disheveled, and there were red fingerprints on his bare skin. Jiang Luo's face was so dark that it could drip ink, and his fists creaked as if he were squeezing the neck of an evil spirit.

After a long time, Jiang Luo grimly covered his face with a towel.

He had to reflect.

Isn't it too monotonous the way he fires back at Chi You?

Let him hurt. A fucking ghost is afraid of pain.

As for letting him die, meh, unless the soul is scattered, Chi You can't die now.

Chi You took a bite out of him, so why didn't he return the favor with an eye for an eye?

The evil spirit tried to make him sick, and he succeeded.

Jiang Luo's clenched fists abruptly clenched the sheets.

His eyes snapped open, flames of discontent rolling over him.

Shit.

He's going to be disgusted back, too.

Let that evil spirit, never dare to tease him like that again.

*

Ye Xun was a little disturbed by this sleep, and at four o'clock in the morning he heard footsteps in his dormitory.

Ye Xun opened his eyes a slit and looked out. Zhang Feng was fully dressed and opened the door to leave the dormitory.

The sound of footsteps faded away, and Ye Xun hesitated for a moment before following quietly with Xiao Fen in his arms.

But when they arrived downstairs, Ye Xun lost Zhang Feng. 4:00 a.m. was still dark, the morning breeze was cold, and only the streetlights were on.

Ye Xun stood in the wind, not knowing which way to go, and it was at this moment that a hand was suddenly placed on his shoulder.

"......"

Ye Xun's breath stuttered and he turned his head stiffly to see Jiang Luo's face.

Jiang Luo's face was not in a good mood, the words "I'm not in a good mood" appeared on his face. His clothes were also wrinkled, and he looked at Ye Xun with a frown, "Why are you standing here in the morning?"

Ye Xun let out a sudden sigh of relief, and he had to say that the moment he saw Jiang Luo, the heart he had been hanging on to from last night was finally put back. He shook his head, not intending to speak to him here, "What brings you back here this time?"

"I just saw the message you sent me, I was afraid something had happened to you and rushed over to take a look," Jiang Luo rubbed the corner of his forehead with a headache, "What happened?"

Ye Xun : "Later."

He looked at Jiang Luo's eyes, "Your eyes are so red, haven't you slept all night?"

Jiang Luo tugged his lips coldly, "Ah."

Sort of an admission.

Ye Xun seemed to sense a few killing vibes as he paused, curious, "Why don't you sleep?"

Jiang Luo glanced at him, "Don't be too nosy."

The two walked around downstairs, called up Lu Youyi and Deadbeat at dawn, and borrowed the chief director's office.

The director general had a restless sleep last night, and without saying a word after hearing them say they wanted to borrow the office personally sent the key, wanting to follow and listen to the progress so far.

Ye Xun puts the photo he took last night on his computer, "These are the shoes Zhang Feng wore when he came back last night."

Jiang Luo a glance to see the wrong, "No wonder yesterday did not find him, originally he went out."

The director frowned, "We all have rules in our contracts, it's hermetically sealed between recordings, they can't go out unless the program allows it."

Jiang Luo pondered for a moment, "Is there anything here that we can get out of here without having to report to the program?"

The director meditated for a while, "Not to mention, there really is a place, it's a broken warehouse left over from before. There's a hole in the window, and you can climb out through the window and it's outside."

"Outside the warehouse is a wasteland, similar to a rural geese forest like that," the director added, "There's a lot of garbage piled up there, it's dirty and messy, and no one would go there."

Quietly waiting for them to finish, Ye Xun continued, "Did you see Zhang Feng's face?"

Lu Youyi and Jiang Luo looked at each other, "What happened to his face?"

Ye Xun silently pulled up Zhang Feng's photo.

Looking at the person in the photo, several people sucked in a breath of cold air.

--Zhang Feng has no face in the shot.

Jiang Luo sunk his face, "He came back yesterday like this?"

Ye Xun stared at the photo, even if it wasn't the first time he'd seen it, he still felt chills run down his spine, "Yeah."

The director wondered, "What happened to Zhang Feng's face, hasn't he always looked like this?"

When the atmosphere was quiet, Lu Youyi turned to the director and murmured, "The Zhang Feng you saw, did nothing change on his face?"

"No ah ......" the director was asked by him in his heart, "what's wrong with him?"

Ye Xun said softly, "I realized last night that to the eyes of an ordinary person, I can't seem to see Zhang Feng's changes."

He paused for a moment, "Even he, himself, didn't realize he was faceless."

It's certainly a frightening thing.

He had lost his five senses, but the person who had lost his five senses did not realize it. The image of Zhang Feng applying the mask yesterday with immense care made Ye Xun think that it was much more bizarre and horrifying than the horrors he had experienced in the past.

Ye Xun told them about the other Zhang Feng knocking on the door last night.

Lu Youyi's goosebumps rose, "Why didn't you call us over yesterday."

Ye Xun said, "It's too dangerous."

Jiang Luo didn't say anything.

He frowned, remembering the faceless monster in the darkness.

Is the monster related to Zhang Feng?

How does Fu Wei know that "turning off the lights will kill you"?

Zhang Feng went out on a trip yesterday, and he did something, and that something solved one of the things that had been bothering him, so he came back with immense relief and lost his face.

Zhang Feng s previous attitude towards Ye Xun was not good, but this time it was better. It was as if ...... after he solved that trouble, Ye Xun would no longer pose a threat to him in his eyes.

All these things are intertwined, like a fog. Jiang Luo thought it would be best for them to go to the place where Zhang Feng had gone to have a look, the warehouse that led to the outside was probably the place where Zhang Feng had gone, "Director, where is the warehouse?"

The director told them the location, "Why don't I take you guys over there right now."

"No," Jiang Luo got up, "we'll go see Zhang Feng first."

*

Zhang Feng went out this morning, I don't know where. But now he was practicing in the practice room. Jiang Luo went to the corner and watched him. Zhang Feng's face had no facial features, so he couldn't tell what kind of expression Zhang Feng was wearing.

But people's emotions can be seen in their demeanor, in addition to being revealed by their facial features.

At first, Zhang Feng's state of mind was relaxed, and he smiled and greeted the other trainees, but gradually Zhang Feng became a little more restless, and he went to sit down on the side in a muffled manner, looking up at the other practicing dancers with his face raised.

Jiang Luo was thoughtful.

Zhang Feng looks like a colleague of Jiang Luo's who used to work together in the design institute.

They were three interns who came to the design institute right after graduation, and only one of the three would end up staying. By the end of their internships, they behaved just like Zhang Feng.

At first, I felt that I would not have any problems and would definitely be able to stay in the design institute. Gradually, however, I lost my confidence, began to doubt myself, and became disillusioned.

Zhang Feng is a bit more serious than them.

Jiang Luo looked at Zhang Feng for a moment before the dead ghost came over and handed him a bottle of water, "Lu Youyi said they found something."

"What?"

"A diary written by the dead man behind the curtain." The dead ghost said without a ripple.

Jiang Luo is bright-eyed and follows him to find Lu Youyi, but on his way out, he meets Fu Wei coming out of another practice room.

Fu Wei was wearing his A-list clothes from Next Stop, Idol, but the pink top didn't give him much of a pastel color. He was holding a cell phone with little expression. Yu Guang glanced at Jiang Luo and walked straight towards him.

Jiang Luo focused on his lips.

Fu Wei's face is dripping with thin sweat, probably because he just finished training. His lips are slightly reddish in color, thin and sharp, with a tightly pursed lip line, somewhat like the lips in the photo Chi You sent to Jiang Luo yesterday.

But not necessarily.

Jiang Luo's mouth pressed down.

He knew that if he brought his own subjective thoughts with him, then he would only look more and more like Fu Wei than Chi You, or anyone else for that matter, and once he began to suspect in his mind who Chi You was, he would keep looking for evidence to prove his thoughts.

This won't work.

Jiang Luo exhaled a mouthful of cloudy air, "What do you want to see me about?"

The cell phone in Fu Wei's hand was facing Jiang Luo, Jiang Luo looked at his cell phone strangely and suddenly remembered something, his expression stiffened, "Where did you get the cell phone?"

Fu Wei pulled his lips, "This is the cell phone the show gave me."

"I'm on the air," he said absently as he lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Luo, his slightly curly black hair blowing out beside his brow, "and the camera is pointed right at you."

In the cell phone camera, the dark-haired youth's beautifully open face froze slightly.

The pop-ups grew by leaps and bounds.

Who is this? Who's this?

[Looking at the clothes he's wearing, he should also be a trainee for Next Stop, Idol, but how strange, how come I haven't seen him in the main movie?

[Oooooooooo little brother looks good, I'll lick lick lick lick, Fu's cell phone point down, let me see little brother's name]

[God's face value! I'm going to vote for him.

Wait a minute, how come I haven't seen this trainee on the show? It's impossible to have seen and not remember, I'm a super face controller, I can remember all the good-looking ones in Next Stop Idol, there's no reason I can't remember him ...... And he's got long hair, it's the first time I've ever seen someone who not only doesn't look out of place with long hair but also looks so good, with such a unique feature, how can I not remember him!

[The sisters up there totally said what I was going to say, damn I don't believe it, if there's a trainee who looks like this I could have not noticed before?

[Newspaper - I just went to the official blog and couldn't find a single bit of information about this little brother, heartbreaking]

[ah ...... such a good-looking little brother was not deliberately cut the footage? Even if the strength is no longer good, is a vase is not so, this is also too miserable]

[Family I'm back, my sisters and I quickly went through the previous positives and eggs and guess what? Hey, little brother really doesn't have a single shot!]

[...... Is "Next Stop, Idol" some kind of major disease disease, how much traffic can such a face attract without realizing it? If it's true that they intentionally cut out people's footage, then I'm really speechless]

[Hot Chicken Editor, it's time to curse the show every day]

[Originally did not want to scold, after all, today arranged my Fu live, live before I also praised the program team, well, the results are completely not through the boast, dog head]

You guys are Fu's fans if you climb the wall in front of him? It's just a slightly better looking trainee, I still love Fu the most! Please don't move your cell phone. Thank you.

[It's stupid not to make money, the program team you guys are awesome [thumbs up]]

The pop-ups were a mess, Fu Wei was here, but these fans started talking about Jiang Luo. a few odd comments were squashed so fast that they didn't even have time to be seen.

Fu Wei glanced at the comments, and there were already people cursing to the bottom of the official blog.

Oblivious to what had happened in those few short minutes, Jiang Luo took a deep breath, sidestepped and inclined his face, and whispered, "Don't point it at me."

Fu Wei gave a laugh, "Aren't you happy that so many fans want to see you?"

Being a trainee, of course you are going to be happy.

Jiang Luo turned around with a smile on his face and said to the camera, "Hello everyone, my name is Jiang Huan. sorry, people have three urgencies, I'm in a hurry to go to the toilet now, I'll see you later."

He waved his hand toward the camera, flashed one last grin, and turned with a flourish to lead the dead ghost away.

The pop-up paused, and soon erupted with an enthusiasm that doubled from before.

[Ahhhhhh so handsome!

"Mommy, I'm in love again.

[I'll see you next time, you promised me you'd see me next time.]

Jiang Luo put the live broadcast behind him and spoke to his assistant, telling him to take care of the matter with the director, after all, he only showed his face for a few minutes, he didn't really think it would have much of an impact.

After the explanation, he quickly went to Lu Youyi and Ye Xun.

Lu Youyi and Ye Xun called him in because a staff member found a diary while organizing the room of the dead behind-the-scenes guy.

A thin diary with a lock, before Jiang Luo came, Lu Youyi and Ye Xun had already tried the password several times, one more mistake and the diary would be locked for an hour.

Lu Youyi and Ye Xun were afraid to try again, holding the diary like a hot potato, "We tried her name, her birthday, but none of them were right."

"What's her name?" Jiang Luo asked.

Ye Xun replied, "Feng Xiuyun."

Jiang Luo took the diary, which was an electronic lock, in a nine-panel format. Ye Xun handed over Feng Xiuyun's ID, and Jiang Luo saw that the victim was exactly thirty years old.

It's not a name or a birthday, so what could it be?

They didn't know Feng Xiuyun well, like the secret of the locked diary, definitely a very private existence. You can't get it right just by masking it.

Lu Youyi looked at Jiang Luo expectantly, "Jiang Luo, what should we do?"

Jiang Luo directly violent disassembly, brute force to remove the electronic lock.

"That won't do?" He looked at the two Lu Youyi strangely, "What are you wasting all this time for."

Lu Youyi: "......"

Ye Xun: "......"

Deadbeat nodded approvingly.

With only a dozen or so pages in the diary, Jiang Luo quickly flipped through it and realized that all the diary entries were about Feng Xiuyun and her boyfriend.

Feng Xiuyun is an ordinary-looking woman in her thirties who has never been in love. In this diary, her psychological process is as sensitive and joyful as a young girl in love, and she writes in the diary that being in love has made her several years younger.

"But I can't let anyone find out about me and him. His situation is special, and I have low self-esteem, in fact, this is very good ...... How many people like him can be talked about in one's life? Whether or not there is a result in the end, such a romance has already made me not live this thirty years in vain."

The woman's sadness and apprehension can be seen everywhere in the words, as if a mist is wrapping Feng Xiuyun, making Feng Xiuyun unsteady on his feet, ready to fall from the clouds at any moment.

Her low self-esteem follows her, even to the point of being too careful and cautious, to the point of not having the man's name appear in her entire diary.

Jiang Luo looked at this sentence describing the male side, and suddenly a bold idea rose up.

He picked up the electronic lock on the side and called the director, "What's Zhang Feng's birthday?"

The director said, "March 2nd."

Jiang Luo pressed 0302, and with a "pop", the electronic lock unlocked.