Showbiz Escape

Chapter 23 Red and White Deserted Village 05
The room directly above Wen Zhuo and Xiang Zhifeng's is actually Ye Lingchuan's room, and he is also opening the window at this time, carefully observing the outside.

Looking down, he saw Wen Zhuo standing there, and the two of them looked at each other coincidentally.

Needless to say, both looked surprised.

He only hesitated for a moment, then leaned out of the window, climbed with the help of the water pipes on the outer wall, and finally landed firmly.

Wen Zhuo was worried that he would fall, so he subconsciously reached out his hand to help him, but instead, he held his hand down.

Ye Lingchuan said in a low voice: "In the future, if you encounter such a situation, even if you fall, you can't pick it up. Stay away from yourself, or you will be injured, you know?"

After thinking about it, Wen Shuo realized that he had the impression in his heart that she was a weak girl who needed to be protected, and she shouldn't make too risky moves, it was normal for him to say that.

She smiled: "I didn't expect you to live upstairs from me. Who do you share a room with?"

"I live by myself, I don't want to share a house with other people."

"oh oh……"

Ye Lingchuan turned to ask her: "What about you, how do you feel about sharing a room with your favorite celebrity? Why didn't that brother named Xiang come out with you?"

No matter how deep his tone sounded, under the moonlight, there was an obscure smile on that delicate and evil handsome face, which directly taught Wen Zhuo a bit of an illusion.

At this time, he was really like a big villain who was violated by others, as if he was angry with her but couldn't show it, so he could only make indirect remarks.

……No way?Don't be too sentimental.

Wen Zhuo hurriedly put this strange thought to the back of his mind, but at the same time, he also felt that this question should be explained tactfully, so as to avoid deepening the misunderstanding between the two parties.

It's true that Xiang Zhifeng is her client, but she also cares about Ye Lingchuan's thoughts.

"Mr. Xiang is timid and didn't dare to come out, so I didn't call him." She replied calmly, "And I don't like him. I don't usually follow stars. It's just that the explanation just now will make him feel more at ease."

As soon as these words came out, Ye Lingchuan couldn't help being puzzled: "So you..."

"Actually, I met Mr. Xiang before. Of course he doesn't know me now, but I still remember him." Wen Zhuo is indeed a natural screenwriter, and he can make up stories easily without any special integration. "At that time, I followed the screenwriter. The teacher was always scolded when he was studying. He happened to be playing tricks in that crew. He bought me a cup of milk tea and comforted me when he saw me cry. Doing my best to accompany him is repaying the kindness of that cup of milk tea back then."

The logic of the story is reasonable, the characters are well-established, and it just soothes Ye Lingchuan's emotions, without revealing any flaws.

In Ye Lingchuan's view, she is a literary worker, and it is normal for her to be emotional and delicate.

Although she wants to repay Xiang Zhifeng's kindness, if he wants to frame the other party and get out of the game later, he may have to spend a little more thought.

But that's not a problem.

"Treating people with sincerity will pay off." He said, "Xiang Zhifeng can become a big star from a small supporting role, and in time, you will definitely be able to become a great screenwriter in your own right."

Wen Zhuo smiled with crooked eyebrows: "I think you will be like him sooner or later. After all, your appearance and acting skills are not worse than him, or even better than him."

"Is this a subjective judgment?"

"The audience's aesthetics are mostly subjective judgments. What's wrong with that?" She said frankly, "Why don't we keep our feet on the ground and set a small goal first, at least we must pass the level successfully."

"Okay." Ye Lingchuan readily agreed, "But I really didn't expect that you would actually dare to come out alone."

"The rules only say that you can't go out through the door, but they don't say you can't go out through the window—as long as the rules don't prohibit it, you can do it in theory."

He nodded, his eyes full of appreciation: "very smart."

"So where should we go now?"

"Let's take a look at the door first."

"also."

The two made up their minds, and immediately walked around the room together and went to the main entrance of the two-story building.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned the corner, Wen Zhuo was keenly aware of the abnormality in the position of the front door. Just a second before she was about to react, she suddenly felt her arms tighten, and Ye Lingchuan behind her had pulled her back to the original place.

She took a step back, almost bumping into his arms, and then heard him whispering in his ear: "Be careful."

...Knock, knock, knock.

The voice that came from outside the room just now appeared again.

The drenched and swollen male ghost wearing a melon skin hat was jumping down the steps one by one with his head on the ground.

Only the face could be seen through the crack of the door just now, but now the whole body is seen. As Wen Zhuan guessed, it was probably hanged upside down into the water and drowned before its death. At this moment, its hands are still tightly bound by the hemp rope. Behind him, his feet were also tightly bound.

In the thick night, it hit the heart-throbbing dull sound like that, and moved forward rhythmically until it slowly disappeared into the thin fog that suddenly rose in front of it.

Wen Zhuo turned her head to look at Ye Lingchuan, probably realizing that the two of them were too close, so she moved back slightly and asked in a low voice.

"Did Mr. Ye see that ghost in the house just now?"

Ye Lingchuan said: "It's not the first time we've met, so we don't need to be so polite."

She laughed and said kindly: "Okay, then I will call you Brother Chuan."

"Yeah." Ye Lingchuan finally answered her question patiently, "I saw it too, from the crack in the floor door, it saw me at that time, and it didn't seem very happy."

"Yes, it's not too happy to see me and Mr. Xiang, but I haven't figured out why it's not happy for the time being."

"I guess it has something to do with the rules of living together between men and women."

According to the consistent virtue of the game, if you don't enter the room according to the rules, you may die tonight when the handstand ghost comes to patrol.

The two waited for a while, making sure that there was no more movement, so they went to the entrance of the small building and checked the door carefully.

Strangely, blood was slowly oozing from the crack of the pitch-black metal door.

The blood was dark red and viscous. Judging from the overall flow direction, it should have dripped from the eaves inside the door.

The rules don't say you can't open the door.

Wen Zhuo and Ye Lingchuan looked at each other. It was obvious that they had the same idea. Ye Lingchuan protected Wen Zhuo behind his back with one hand, and pushed the door open with the other hand.

He looked sideways, and Wen Zhuo stood on tiptoe, trying to see clearly over his shoulder.

...It was a bit unexpected.

There is a woman lying on the top of the door, or to be more precise, it should be a female ghost.

A female ghost in a bright red wedding dress.

The female ghost clings to the wall with her limbs. Although her long hair is loose and half covered, she can still see her pretty face.

It's just that the pair of dark eyes on its pale face are dripping dark blood continuously.

The corners of its mouth curled down, as if it was crying, crying crazily.

The more it cries, the more it can't stop the blood, flowing all the way along the door until it pools on the ground.

Then it lowered its head, just in time to meet the eyes of the two.

The six eyes face each other, whether it is a human or a ghost, it is very embarrassing.

Sensing that Ye Lingchuan seemed to want to cover his eyes, Wen Zhuo slowly regained his acting skills, and immediately lowered his head and buried his face in his shoulder.

She softly asked: "Brother Chuan, why don't you close the door first."

"Okay, don't be afraid, it shouldn't mean to attack us."

Ye Lingchuan comforted him, and was about to close the door, but at this time there was a night breeze blowing by the steps, and he heard a crisp bell ringing from the corner of the female ghost's skirt.

At the same time, Wen Zhuo also opened his eyes again.

"and many more."

The two took another step forward, carefully observing each other's wedding dress under the staring gaze of the female ghost overhead.

Ye Lingchuan leaned over, while Wen Zhuo was responsible for keeping an eye on the female ghost's movements and avoiding the other party's sudden attack.

The female ghost didn't attack, but was still crying. From this angle, one could even hear its suppressed sobs, and it seemed even more eerie and cold in the wind echoing outside the house.

After a long while, two sticky blood tears happened to drip on the top of Ye Lingchuan's head.

Wen Zhuo instinctively stretched out his hand to wipe off the two drops of blood for him, but at first glance, this movement seemed to be stroking his head.

Ye Lingchuan looked back at her slightly surprised: "What's wrong?"

She showed him her bloody fingertips, and explained softly: "The female ghost cried on your head."

"Thank you." He raised his thin lips lightly, and placed a string of silver bells in her palm, "Here, I just found it."

"give me?"

"Yes, although I don't know what it's useful for, but it must be useful. You put it away."

"Thank you Chuan."

Wen Juan has always been very clear about public affairs and private affairs. In the game, she always puts the hunter's task first, and she will do anything that is conducive to the customer's clearance.

So Ye Lingchuan took the initiative to give her props, she would only appreciate his favors, but would not refuse.

The two closed the door and stood on the steps to discuss it. Since it was already late at night, it would be safer to go back to sleep instead of running around just to be on the safe side.

"Brother Chuan, do you still want to climb up to the second floor the same way?"

"Yes."

"Maybe it's not easy to borrow strength, or if you step on my hand, I will try to give you a hand?"

Wen Zhuo said this casually, in fact, she really had the ability to trust him, but in Ye Lingchuan's view, she was just a little girl's cuteness.

"Isn't this messing around? I'll break your bones by stepping on you." He chuckled softly, "Don't worry, I'm stepping on the window sill, and I can turn over with that water pipe."

"It's amazing." Her praise always sounded sincere, "Have you ever practiced?"

"I can be regarded as an amateur rock climber, and before being discovered by scouts, I was a sports student."

He used to be a fencing sports student, but because he was not from a major, he has been discriminated against by other actors in the circle these years.

Wen Zhuo looked up at his nimble figure, climbed up to the window sill on the second floor again, waved to him after a while.

Ye Lingchuan grasped the window frame with one hand, his eyes were very clear in the night, he also nodded to her, mouthing: good night.

Wen Zhuo touched the bell that had just been put in her pocket, she looked away, and was about to knock on the window according to the previously agreed signal, when she turned her head and suddenly found that Xiang Zhifeng was standing behind the curtain, revealing one eye mournfully look at yourself.

... This is to scare someone to death.

Xiang Zhifeng opened the window for her, and seeing her slipping in, he couldn't help but ask.

"Who did you go out with?"

"What's the matter with your resentful husband's tone?" Wen Zhuo looked at him strangely, "I still want to ask you, how long have you been peeking at the window without sleeping?"

"It didn't take me long, it just happened to happen." Xiang Zhifeng plausibly said, "Aren't I worried about you? You are the bounty hunter I entrusted. If something goes wrong with you, I will die. Then you went on a date with a man in the middle of the night .”

"... Is your intelligence quotient innate? We met by chance when we were going out, so what's the problem with walking together?"

"I feel that the buddy named Ye seems to be the type you like." Speaking of this, Xiang Zhifeng couldn't help touching his face, "So you like people with evil looks?"

"I like smart ones, not sick ones." Wen Zhuo rolled his eyes, "Is it over? You don't sleep now, so don't call me sleepy tomorrow."

"...Sleep, sleep, you are too fierce."

Xiang Zhifeng climbed onto the bed unwillingly. To be honest, it's been a long time since he doubted his charm so much.

Are all bounty hunters like this aunt?
(End of this chapter)