Rebirth: Rescuing Nonsense with Mystery [Entertainment]

While the number of broadcasts of "Foresight" has steadily increased, and the ranking is getting higher and higher, the show party has not given up on publicity, but has made great efforts to promote it.Coupled with the fact that the plot is getting more and more tense and exciting, the promotion of "Foresight" can be said to be smooth sailing.

Lu Xingzhan stayed in front of the computer to watch "Foresight" on time after it started broadcasting, like a new fan.After watching six episodes in a row, Lu Xingzhan posted a Weibo on the tuba.

Lu Xingzhan: Looks good! [Thumbs up]

The accompanying picture is nine screenshots, and An Fuxing appears in nine of them, although he does not take the main shot in all of them.

After this Weibo, which was like an advertisement, was sent out, it immediately caused a shock among his fans.In the past, although Lu Xingzhan would recommend dramas and the like, most of the recommendations were weird movies, like documentaries or TV dramas with a strong local flavor, and he rarely recommended such dramas that did not seem grounded enough at first glance.

So, after the shock, Lu fans ran to watch the drama or brush up the topic one after another, which added another wave of enthusiasm to "Foresight".Before some fans recognized it, Lu Xingzhan had liked "Foresight" on Weibo. Now that it is popular, they can't help but admire that their male god really has a hand that knows the future.

Then, the marketing accounts that followed the trend also posted about "Foresight", and for a while, the promotion of "Foresight" could be seen everywhere.

But the things on the Internet did not affect An Lingxing, he just watched the daily updated episodes, and analyzed where he acted well and what he did not, and so on.As for the Weibo account, that has already been handed over to the manager.

In the pot, the potatoes were crackling, exuding an appetizing aroma.An Lingxing put down the spoon and looked at the recipe on the phone, and found that the next step was to add salt.

He stretched out his arms to reach, but felt the salt shaker lighten.He just bought salt two days ago. Logically speaking, the salt tank should be full, even if it is less, it will not be as much as half a tank.

Is it wrong?An Lingxing took out the salt suspiciously and sprinkled it on.

It seems a bit strange lately, the remote control that he has kept in a fixed place always appears in other places, the bathroom floor is always wet, and some consumables are used up much faster than before.In the middle of the night, I could still hear the sound of "da da" outside the bedroom door, like the sound of raindrops, very regular.An Lingxing went to look outside the bedroom several times, but there was nothing.

Although this situation lasted for a few days, it was relatively subtle, and An Lingxing only temporarily suppressed his doubts.

It just seems to be getting more and more obvious.

After An Lingxing finished cooking, he suddenly felt his hands go cold.He looked up, but there was still nothing, the palm was long and thin, the five fingers were distinct, and a little pale.

Suddenly something fell in front of my eyes, like black.He looked down and saw a drop of blood on the floor.

A drop of dark red blood.

An Ling brushed against the crowd like a conditioned reflex.

Dry, still nothing.

"pat"

Another drop of blood fell, mixed with the previous one, the slight sound was very clear in the quiet kitchen.

An Lingxing clenched his fists and slowly raised his head.

The ceiling here is not high.

Just above his head, something that shouldn't be there is wriggling.

"pat...pat..."

The thing was a black mass, and there seemed to be something struggling and wriggling inside.An Fuxing stared at the mass without moving, and suddenly rushed out of the kitchen with a dignified expression that he had never seen before.

He ran to the cabinet and pulled out a mahogany sword.This thing was made by the original owner, and I didn't expect it to come in handy today.An Lingxing touched the wall with his fingers and walked forward, feeling a cool touch from his fingertips.He came to the kitchen step by step and looked up at the ceiling again.

It was clean.

There was no blood on the floor, as if it was just his hallucination.

But the weight of the mahogany sword in his hand reminded An Lingxing that it was not an illusion just now.