The evil spirits all over the world love me very much [Quick Transmigration]

"Senior, have you heard the rumors that Xishan Siyuan is haunted by ghosts?" Shao Mingmin leaned in front of Yu He and whispered.

Perhaps when he heard this sentence before, Yu He would definitely sneer with disdain:

"It's haunted, but anyone who has read the book will not believe such rumors."

But now, Yu He, who claims to have read many books, no longer has the right to say such things.

Honestly, Thaksin.

"Yeah, I've heard that too. It's said that the person who died in the room was a starlet. Because he signed the Overlord Clause with the company, and because he refused to accept the unspoken rules of the company's top management, he has been kept in the snow. If he wants to break the contract, he has to pay compensation. High breach of contract fee, so five or six years in the circle, has been unable to get ahead."

Another female colleague came over and gossiped.

"It's pitiful, since you can get a position by selling ass, just treat it as being licked by a dog, why are you so obsessed with innocence." Shao Mingmin shook his head, as if he felt a little pity for this little star.

"Do you think everyone is as unlimited as you?" Yu He sneered, "They must hope to stand out with their own strength. Without strength, it will become a passing thing in the end. All glory is temporary, and it will be even worse after that, okay? As the saying goes, if you haven't seen the sun, you won't be afraid of the dark at all."

"Yes, in the same way, if you haven't enjoyed glory, you won't be afraid of mediocrity at all." The female colleague continued.

Shao Mingmin shrugged his shoulders: "It's all right, you are all small moral soldiers, and I'm the only one who is doing bad things."

While a few people were chatting and farting, the editor-in-chief suddenly sent a message in the work group:

"Interview team A came to my office."

Yu He and Shao Mingmin were shocked at the same time.

I began to wonder if the editor-in-chief installed some kind of pinhole camera in the studio. Thinking about it carefully, I didn’t seem to say anything bad about the editor-in-chief just now, but just chatted a few words, and the salary was not deductible.

Ever since, Yu He and Shao Mingmin went to the editor-in-chief's office tremblingly.

The editor-in-chief was sitting in the office drinking tea, when he saw two people coming in, he asked them to sit first as a matter of routine.

"I'll get straight to the point. You've all heard the rumors about Xishan Siyuan being haunted recently."

When they heard that the wages were not deducted, the two secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Two interview tasks, one is the residents around Xishan Siyuan, and the other is the person in charge of the entertainment company where the deceased works. I have already arranged a meeting for you. At three o'clock in the afternoon, you go to LILISO Media to do a report on the celebrity suicide incident. Organize the interview."

Shao Mingmin was delighted when he heard it:

"Hehehe, I like going to the entertainment company the most. I can meet many beautiful sisters that I don't usually see."

Yu He rolled his eyes.

In the afternoon, driving the car, the two went straight to LILISO Media Company to conduct a simple interview with the person in charge of signing the contract with the suicide artist.

The meeting went smoothly, but when we passed by, there were a lot of entertainment journalists who were blocked from the door, each of them held their cameras and looked forward to it, waiting for the person in charge of the company to come forward.

Led by the security guard, Yu He and Shao Mingmin entered the company through a secret passage.

LLS is a standard star-making factory. It follows the routine star production chain. It produces all traffic artists. It is difficult to have "artists" who can really show their hands, and it has nothing to do with those "actor kings and actresses". It's just that whoever has a little bit of a fire will spend all his energy and spend money, and the hot search trolls will hit the charts one-stop, creating the illusion that this artist is very popular, so as to attract fans.

But in this era of rampant traffic, it cannot be said to be a bad thing.

The person in charge Yu He and the others met was Mr. Song Chunrui, the second shareholder of this entertainment company and the executive president of this company.

He was a bit different from the greasy middle-aged man in his fifties with a big belly in his imagination. He turned out to be a man in his 30s, handsome in appearance, elegant in conversation, and good in every way.

In short, Yu He's first impression of him was pretty good.

"I'm a reporter from the Hongxing news team, right? Hello, I'm Song Chunrui, the person in charge of LILISO." As he spoke, Song Chunrui extended his right hand to them politely.

Yu He reached out and shook his hand: "Hi, I'm Yu He from the news interview team, and this is my teammate, Shao Mingmin."

Song Chunrui nodded and asked the secretary to serve them tea.

"The leader of your news team has already greeted me. You are here this time to do an interview on the suicide of our artist Lin Shanchu, right?"

Song Chunrui picked up the teacup and looked at the green tea inside.

"That's right. Recently, there are different opinions on the Internet. The most popular ones are your company's coercion of artists to accompany them to drink and sleep with them and the overlord clause."

In fact, everyone knows the inside story of the entertainment industry. Those who have dealt with entertainment companies all the year round are even more clear about their marketing models. What a surprise to dig out.

He wouldn't admit it anyway.

"About this matter, I just want to say that it is indeed nonsense. It is probably a bit of a marketing account. Lin Shanchu was approached by a businessman privately and offered to support him. He refused, which led to the withdrawal of the endorsement and the termination of the film and television contract. , Entering the cold winter of resources, to be honest, I don’t even dare to offend that businessman.”

Song Chunrui took a deep breath and turned the pen in his hand, as if pretending to be relaxed.

"At that time, his career had just started. He was good-looking, and he was still willing to work hard, but he was unlucky. People stare at him, and he has a stubborn temper, coming and going again and again, making both parties unhappy."

"So, it doesn't look like the company asked him to sleep with him as rumored by the outside world, otherwise he will have to pay liquidated damages. There is no such thing, right?"

Yu He asked.

After a long time, Song Chunrui nodded: "Yes, no, but I don't deny that there are such shady factors."

With that said, Song Chunrui opened the drawer, took out a photo and pushed it over:

"You may not know him very well, this is Lin Shanchu."

Yu He and Shao Mingmin looked over curiously.

It is indeed as described, he is a pure and charming boy, in the photo he looks like he is in his early twenties, with a delicate side face and soft lines, especially his eyes, just like the eyes of the male lead in a shounen manga.

Looking at it like this, everyone present couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

However, this photo is a bit strange. Compared with those artistic photos that have been refined and combined with makeup that parents can't recognize, this photo is like a casual photo taken by passers-by on the street. It is very close to him, as if standing by his side.

Yu He felt that something was wrong, looked at the photo, then at Song Chunrui.

"What's the matter, you seem to have some questions?" Song Chunrui smiled.

Yu He shook his head: "No, I'm just curious as to who took this photo."

Song Chunrui took the photo, put it in a drawer and put it away, then smiled and asked:

"Does it matter who took the pictures?"

"Uh, theoretically it's not important." Yu He smiled and didn't continue this topic.

After finishing the nearly two-hour interview, Yu He felt that his shoulders and neck were stiff and painful.

He changed hands to Xiaopang to drive, and pulled down the co-pilot's seat, leaned on it halfway, and rubbed his sore neck.

"It's about interviewing the truth about an artist's suicide. Why do I feel that our interview is like a whitewash for an entertainment company." Shao Mingmin started the car and said thoughtfully.

"No one knows what Lin Shanchu thought before committing suicide, and the police couldn't find any suicide notes, so he committed suicide just like that. Even so, the blame cannot be withheld to the company. Didn't Song Chunrui say that they also helped Lin Shanchu fight for it later? Endorsement, but there is no way, this kid offended the boss, so I can only hide it in the snow."

Yu He shook his head: "And I believe the company never outsourced him."

"Why are you so sure, senior." Shao Mingmin looked at him, his small eyes filled with great doubts.

"Can't you see, the CEO of LLS likes Lin Shanchu very much."

"Ah? Really or not..." Shao Mingmin opened his mouth wide in astonishment, "You can see this?"

Yu He flipped through the interviews in his hand and said casually:

"Which entertainment company boss has you seen privately hiding a photo of one of his artists? It's not an art photo. It's just a random photo taken by me on the street, and I developed it. If you want to see it, you can take it out and have a look. "

Shao Mingmin thought about it, and it seemed that this was indeed the case.

"Then why did Lin Shanchu commit suicide? Even if he doesn't get a big endorsement, if he really falls in love with a high-level executive like Song Chunrui, he will have nothing to worry about for the rest of his life."

Shao Mingmin couldn't understand.

"Although both of them are men..." At the end, he said this again.

"It can only be said that everyone has his own ambitions. Some people have such a personality. If you give him money, he thinks you are insulting him. On his own, he may starve to death again. Instead of waiting for the day of starving to death miserably, it is better It's a bit of a spineless self-defeating."

Yu He said absently.

"Hey, I suggest that everyone learn from people like me. You have to have a thick skin to live a happy life. I wish I could find a rich woman to take care of me, but no one cares about us."

Yu He smiled and shook his head.

He looked at the time, and it was exactly five o'clock in the afternoon after the interview.

It takes about half an hour from here to Xishan Siyuan, and there is still an hour before the agreed interview time. The two plan to find a small restaurant to eat something to fill their stomachs first.

Shao Mingmin proposed to eat Chongqing noodles, but Yu He had no objection, and found a restaurant according to the navigation.

While waiting for the meal, Shao Mingmin checked Weibo by himself, while Yu He sorted out the interview draft just now.

"yogurt."

Suddenly, familiar words floated into my ears.

Shocked, Yu He immediately followed the sound and looked.

It turned out that the customers who ate here asked the boss for a bottle of yogurt.

It’s been almost two months. I thought that as time went by, the yearning for the little yogurt would fade a little bit, but in fact, except when I was too busy until four or six, the rest of the time I was thinking about the little yogurt. everything of.

After eating, the two sat in the store for a while before continuing to Xishan Siyuan.

A mid-range community, for a celebrity, may be considered a shabby residence.

It seems that this Lin Shanchu really has no money.

A few years ago, he starred in a manga drama, which was a small hit at that time, and basically has not been heard from since then.

When they arrived at his home, several police officers from the criminal investigation department were still investigating the scene, trying to find a reasonable explanation for Lin Shanchu's death.

"There is no suicide note, and I haven't been out much recently. I don't have any enemies, and it wasn't homicide. It was a good thing, and I died suddenly." The property owner also looked regretful when he mentioned it.

Yu He looked at the blackened pool of blood inside the cordon, and nodded:

"Yeah, people can't say for sure, one day he suddenly committed suicide."

Lin Shanchu, a child who was supposed to have a bright future, chose to commit suicide because of those indistinct incidents. He had a good life, but died by cutting off the artery in his wrist with a knife.

When the people present saw it, they were somewhat embarrassed.

A policeman from the criminal investigation department next to him saluted the reporter when he saw the reporter:

"It's a reporter from Hongxing Metropolis Daily, right?"

Yu He nodded and handed over his work card.

After the policeman confirmed his identity, he handed over the information in his hand.

"We restored the mobile phone information of the deceased before his death, including social software such as WX circle of friends, Q.Q, and Weibo, and found that the last post in his circle of friends was deleted."

"Who deleted it."

"Only the deceased's own fingerprints were detected on the mobile phone, which should have been deleted by himself. According to the time of death in the autopsy results from the forensic department, it is true that the deceased deleted the Moments after posting them, and then committed suicide. gone."

Yu He nodded thoughtfully:

"Please let us take a picture of that circle of friends."

The policeman opened the file and handed it over. There were only a few lines of fine print on it:

Anxiety, insomnia, restlessness, severe pain;

I thought it would be nice if I could die in an accident one day;

But even accidents desert me;

Yu He was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the policeman: "The deceased Lin Shanchu must have suffered from depression."

"Manic depression to be precise." The policeman showed him another report. "This is the diagnostic report we found in his room."

The sky was lightly raining, and the light rain in May still had a hint of coolness.

The reason why Lin Shanchu didn't leave a suicide note is because once the disease flares up, they have no time to take care of the affairs behind them. What they think about is how to die faster and how to get rid of it quickly.

Yu He looked at the interview materials that had been sorted out.

A neighbor who lives opposite Lin Shanchu said:

"I can hear crying almost every night, intermittently, it's scary."

The community security said:

"I have hardly seen him, but vehicles from non-community residents have come in to look for him a few times."

The property manager said:

"Water and electricity bills are much less than the average person, as if he is lying in bed waiting to die every day without eating or drinking."

Police in charge of the case:

"When he died, he was only ninety catties, and his height was 1.7 meters. This weight is seriously malnourished for men."

Looking at the pure and lovely boy in the photo, Yu He couldn't help but feel sour.

His excellence made him;

His excellence also ruined him;

It's just that Yu He didn't know that at the same time, there was another man looking at Lin Shanchu's photo, in a daze——

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"Okay, I have read the manuscript, there is no problem, I will send it to the Publicity Department now, thank you for your hard work."

At eleven o'clock, Yu He was still sitting in front of the computer. He didn't lie down on the bed until the editor gave him a reply.

He casually took the little yogurt Bairizhao placed on the bedside table, looked at it, and began to feel uncomfortable again.

Little Yoghurt, how are you doing over there? Did you miss it?

T_T Mama misses you so much, what should I do.

Holding the photo of the little yogurt, I thought that I might not be able to pass this hurdle in my life.

With a sigh, it seemed that Yu He could do nothing but lament.

Putting the photo of little yogurt aside, said "good night baby" softly, covered her with the quilt, and closed her eyes.

"Hey--"

Another sigh.

Yu He was stunned for a moment, and slowly opened his eyes.

Did you make that sigh just now?Why don't you feel like it?

Maybe it's because I'm too tired and have auditory hallucinations.

Yu He thought, and closed his eyes again.

"Hey--"

Damn it's definitely not an auditory hallucination!It is true that there are other people besides yourself!

This frightened Yu He, and he jumped up from the bed.

Even if you know that there are ghosts and gods in this world, if you see them with your own eyes, you will still be afraid.

Yu He tremblingly got out of bed hugging his pillow, and groped the wall trying to find the light switch.

The moment his finger touched the switch, he suddenly heard a sound from the corner:

"Don't turn on the light, I'm afraid of light."

Yu He stared blankly at the source of the sound——

Looking against the moonlight outside the window, I saw a thin figure sitting upright on the bay window of his room...

Again, the same appearance as that kid Ruoting...

Compared to the first time, seeing the ghost again was much more relieved. Although I still felt scared, at least it was not as embarrassing as the first time I was so frightened and screamed.

Looking back against the light, I can't see the face clearly, I can only judge from the silhouette, it is probably a boy.

And it was a relatively young boy.

The voice is clean and gentle.

"You... are you a human or a ghost?" Yu He asked awkwardly.

The silhouette turned around: "It's impossible for a person to climb up several floors to sit on your windowsill."

Saying that, the ghost boy came down from the window sill: "But to be precise, I was still a human being before yesterday."

By the moonlight, Yu He finally saw his appearance clearly.

The shock is like the ripples caused by the stones thrown into the center of the lake, expanding circle by circle——

"Lin Lin Lin Shan Chu?!"

Yu He was so frightened that he almost jumped up on the spot.

To be honest, I just came back from the scene of someone's death, and then I saw my own ghost.

What kind of fate is this.

"Comrade, I understand the truth, but why do you sit on the window sill of someone else's house in the middle of the night and scare others, isn't it scary?" Yu He said with lingering fear, patting his chest.

"Sorry, it's my first time being a ghost, and I'm not familiar with the operation, so should I ring the doorbell at the door first?" Lin Shanchu was about to go out after speaking.

Yu He wanted to pull him back, but his hand went straight through his spirit body.

"No, don't go out, what if you scare my aunt and the others." Yu He hurriedly called him to stop.

Lin Shanchu turned his head, with a very indifferent expression on his face.

Yu He looked at him and swallowed.

Oh my god, what kind of fairy face is this? Looking at the photos, I still don't think it's too shocking to stand in front of me.

Yu He couldn't help thinking:

If I knew there was such a famous person back then, I would definitely have become his number one fan without hesitation.

Lin Shanchu's impression is so good, that kind of temperament makes people can't help but want to get close to him.

"Speaking of which, why are you visiting my house so late?"

"Actually, on the first day I turned into a ghost, I met a little girl named Su Ho..."

"Ah~ that's enough, that's enough." Yu He interrupted him dumbfounded, "I understand what you mean."

Lin Shanchu smiled shyly, as if he was a little excited, but his character did not allow him to be overjoyed, so he just hooked the corners of his mouth symbolically:

"Would you like to help me?"

Yu He:? ? ?I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything, okay?

"I know that my request may be a little too much, and it seems that your museum will also use the real economy, and I really don't have much money..." Lin Shanchu smiled shyly.

"Our museum? What kind of rumors did you hear? I have nothing to do with that museum."

Lin Shanchu still smiled: "Hey~ Liar, I heard that you and the curator have a son, also called Little Yogurt."

"Don't mention little yogurt anymore, this is my bottom line, otherwise I will kick you out even if you are a ghost." Yu He got impatient.

Lin Shanchu immediately shut up and looked at Yu He eagerly.

Seeing his little aggrieved expression, Yu He was ashamed to get angry with him.

After a while, I had to imitate the appearance in the TV series and scratch my hair in embarrassment:

"Actually, the relationship between me and the curator has become deadlocked. I said not to let him come to me again, and I will not interfere in your affairs again. Sorry, I can't help you. You should find someone else."

"Sorry, sorry to bother you..."

Very obviously, the light in Lin Shanchu's eyes suddenly dimmed.

He looked really lost, and even his back was cast with a hint of gloom.

Yu He was like this, taking soft things but not hard ones, he really had no way to deal with this kind of miserly pretending to be pitiful.

"You...didn't you commit suicide? Since it's suicide, what else can't hold your breath...or is there an unfulfilled wish?" Yu He stopped him.

Lin Shanchu seemed to only laugh:

"Maybe you think that suicide is because you have nothing to worry about, but in fact, for us, suicide is because you can't solve the problem that tortures you day and night. If you don't have a solution, you start to dig into the corner, and start planning to kill everything."

Yu He sighed.

They also did an exclusive interview on depression before, that is, there are many depressed patients, who look like ordinary people on the surface, but at a certain time or under certain emotional stimulation, they suddenly think of committing suicide. any sign.

Perhaps it is precisely because they are as extroverted as ordinary people, even if they sometimes send some dynamic messages asking for help, they are still habitually ignored by people.

So why did Lin Shanchu delete that circle of friends before he died.

Because he knows no one will care.

Then the mental pressure increased, so I simply died.

"Then can you tell me why you chose to commit suicide, and would you regret it after committing suicide?" Yu He lowered his tone.

He's not a psychiatrist and doesn't know how to chat with these depressed patients.

The only thing we can do is to treat them as gently as possible.

The author has something to say: Today is the sixth day, I can’t write anymore, my shoulder and neck hurt