After Bai Yueguang disappeared, I was forced to become a ghost hunter

Following the sound, Mo Shaocong came out in strides. He was wearing the same as last night. The white wide double-breasted cotton pajamas were tightly wrapped so that the scars at night were covered, and there was a sense of restraint. He's full of hormones.

The girl named Nina pouted and said coquettishly to Mo Xiancong, "It's okay for a man, but not for a handsome man."

Seeing that it was Rong Zhen who came, Mo Xiancong's expression was a little excited, but after a flash, Rong Zhen wondered if he was delusional.

"Let's go, and finalize today's itinerary with them." Mo Xiancong turned to Nina seriously and said to Nina as if changing his face. By the way, he winked at a position that Rong Zhen couldn't see.

"But...but I...have no hair..."

"Clean up as soon as possible, I have business to discuss with this gentleman."

The little girl nina turned her head and gave Rong Zhen a hard look, she didn't say anything, and went into the house to tidy up.

"Mr. Rong, I'm sorry, this is my new assistant, little girl, I'm a little ignorant." Mo Xiancong smiled kindly, "I'll go in and explain, Teacher Rong wait a moment."

The untold stories of big stars and assistants, certain hot search titles flashed across Rong Zhen's mind, and he seemed to know something he shouldn't know, now he closed his eyes and wondered if it was too late.

As a popular star, Mo Xiancong protects his private life very well. He is a proper abstinent. He rarely has scandals. He lives like a monk and concentrates on honing his acting skills. Most of his hot searches are positive news about winning awards. Fighting Cannes again!" "No love and no marriage, talk about how the actor Mo managed it!"

Of course, Rong Zhen didn't read books or newspapers, and he automatically blocked this information, so he didn't know this big star either.

Zhao Yilong: "Tsk tsk, Teacher Rong, this person is not as good as Zhang Xingke, don't be fooled."

Rong Zhen lowered his voice, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yilong: "I checked yesterday, and the gossip said that Mo Xian Congke's wife."

Rong Zhen still had those four words, "What do you mean?"

Zhao Yilong: "I told him about a Gossip girl who was either crazy, sick, committed suicide, or had an accident. None of them died well, although there were not many of them."

It's really evil, so Mo Xiancong, who was originally a traffic-level little fresh meat, can't rely on gossip and hype, but can only rely on his acting skills to win his position.There are gains and losses, and God favors him in this respect. Mo Xiancong has become the youngest movie star in history after a few years, won awards and got soft hands, and gained a firm foothold in the entertainment industry. He is much more popular than many actors in the same period, and he can be regarded as killing his own way.

Zhao Yilong: "So you should stay with Zhang Xingke, at least you won't die young."

Rong Zhen didn't bother to pay attention to him, and began to look around Mo Xiancong's villa. He lived in a single house, with a wide open front and back, flat roads, gentle breeze, open and bright, good Feng Shui, good Feng Shui.

"Mr. Rong, please come in." Mo Xiancong did not keep him waiting for long, and politely welcomed him in.The door was not directly facing the living room, so Rong Zhen turned the corner before entering.The hall is very large, with a large number of whole pieces of floor-to-ceiling glass, facing the small courtyard outside the house, the sun shines in, and the whole room is bright.

The black, white and gray frigid decoration looks very high-end. A huge white leather sofa stands in the middle, which is as clean as glass, which makes Rong Zhen, a mildly clean freak, feel very comfortable.

There are a few paintings hanging on the wall, the colors are different from the furniture, strong and bright, the red and purple color blocks are grouped together, the unexpected coordination, but it is hard to tell what the paintings are, they don’t seem to be from the hands of famous artists, but they are abstract It's very special.

"What is this painting?" Zhao Yilong couldn't help complaining.

"Mr. Rong thinks the painting is good?" Mo Xiancong noticed where Rong Zhen's eyes were looking.

Teacher Rong has been drawing since elementary school, so facing these paintings, she really can't say a good word, "Special." Rong Zhen chose the words in his mind for a long time, and squeezed out two words from his teeth.

"Hahaha, some people said that before, especially." Mo Xiancong smiled, and the actor smiled a little sincerely this time, unlike the actor, "I used to like to draw, and when I was young, I wanted to be a painter the most."

Rong Zhen looked at the paintings in front of him in surprise, "Are these drawn by Mr. Mo?"

"Yeah, hang your childhood dreams on the wall, let yourself watch it all the time, keep yourself alert, and never forget your original intention." Mo Xiancong looked at his work with satisfaction, yes, he started acting again.

Rong Zhen took the opportunity to look around. The small decorations on the furniture and tables in this family gave off a special feeling - rules.

Very well-behaved, even too well-behaved.It seems that it has been accurately measured with a compass ruler, where to put it, and what angle to put it.At first glance, it is clear that from decoration to layout, Feng Shui masters have been invited to guide.

"Mr. Mo seems to care a lot about Feng Shui?"

Mo Xiancong: "Mr. Rong looks like everyone at first glance. In our industry, we always pay attention to it."

Celebrities and businessmen seem to pay more attention to feng shui, and there are many superstitious people. This is normal, but it's hard to understand if they are so particular about Feng Shui and they will be killed in the middle of the night.

Mo Xiancong: "Teacher Rong, please sit down."

Just as Rong Zhen's butt fell down, the little girl just now, Nina, changed into a young white vest and lederhosen, held a glass of water in her hand, and put it in front of Rong Zhen, without even looking at him, she greeted Mo Xiancong , "Then I'm leaving, I'll contact you later." After speaking, he twisted his waist and went out.

Zhao Yilong sat side by side with Rong Zhen, his eyes followed the pretty little girl all the way to the door.

"It would be a pity if this little girl died."

Rong Zhen didn't pick up the cup that the little girl gave, he was afraid of being poisoned.

Mo Xiancong: "I still thought that Teacher Rong would not be so easy to invite. I was mentally prepared to visit the thatched cottage."

Rong Zhen is not good at socializing, so she had to bite her head and say, "I moved to this community yesterday, and I saw your address, and it was next to me, so I came directly."

Mo Xiancong was obviously a little surprised. After all, the income of teachers at Xijing University can support the rent here. He was surprised, "That's the neighbor."

Zhao Yilong didn't like to listen to the hypocritical politeness of human beings, so he flew up, "I'll go and see first." After speaking, he flew up on his own, and when he got up, he bumped into the table, and a small apple statue on it was not obvious crooked. A little bit.

Mo Xiancong stretched out his hand, squatted down, kept his eyes level, and carefully adjusted the apple back to its original position.

Sure enough, Rong Zhen's idea just now was confirmed. Everything in this room was placed after accurate measurement.

Zhao Yilong walked around the room on his own, talking to Rong Zhen while turning, and didn't care if his voice overlapped with Mo Xiancong's.

"Fuck, this ostrich egg looks like it's worth a fortune."

"Look, Rong Zhen, I bet you have never seen such an expensive model."

"This consecrated Buddha bead is amazing, it can save all sentient beings!"

Rong Zhen listened to the two talking at the same time, one head and two big, thinking why no one had lighted Zhao Yilong's head to remind him of who he was, and then quickly disappeared, but fortunately Zhao Yilong drifted further and further away , the sound is getting smaller and smaller.

Finally, I can be clean for a while.

Rong Zhen thought about it, but at the same time, another voice suddenly appeared in the room. This voice was very unique, and it was obviously not something that Mo Xiancong could make.

"Yi Ya Ya, Yi Ya Ya."

The volume is not loud, intermittent, more like, like the sound of a kitten.

"My feng shui here has been calculated by someone. Ever since I moved in, everything has been smooth, but in the last one or two months, I don't know why I always have nightmares, and the dream is just that scene." Mo Xiancong began to introduce himself Case. "I was cut into pieces all over my body and sewn with red thread, but I was not dead because I could still see myself clearly. It was a dream every day over and over again. I invited many masters to see it. Chinese medicine and Western medicine I ate it too, but I didn't see it at all..."

"Does Mr. Mo have pets?" Rong Zhen interrupted.

"Ah... what?"

"Do you have pets?"

"No." Mo Xiancong was a little confused by Rong Zhen's sudden interruption.

Rong Zhen: "Have you ever raised any cats or dogs?"

Mo Xiancong: "I never feed animals, I can't handle them."

Rong Zhen was puzzled, where did this voice come from?After careful identification, the sound disappeared again.

Could it be an auditory hallucination that I was tormented by recent events?

"Did anything special happen at home in the past two months?" Rong Zhen quickly changed the topic when facing Mo Xiancong who had a question mark on his face.

Mo Xiancong thought for a while, "No, I just won the award a while ago, but I have to go abroad to receive the award. With my physical condition, I still let someone else receive it on my behalf."

It was only then that Rong Zhen noticed that there was a wall in Mo Xiancong's living room, covered with his trophies, all kinds of little gold figures, little gold cups, and it was exactly as Zhao Yilong said, this person won awards and got soft hands.This shows that his fortune has not changed, at least his career luck is still very prosperous.

"Fuck! Rong Zhen, go to the bedroom to have a look, there's something wrong with me!" Zhao Yilong floated out in time.

"Can I visit your house?" Rong Zhen continued to change the subject abruptly.

"Okay." Mo Xiancong seemed used to these masters making such requests.

At the same time, behind Rong Zhen's back, "Yeah... yah."

The voice just now came clearly.

It is definitely not an auditory hallucination.

The loud sound of "咚咚咚咚", it was obvious who was smashing the glass behind Rong Zhen, and it was very hard, which shocked Rong Zhen. The exquisite smiling face of Mo Xiancong, who was opposite him, suddenly disappeared. down.

Rong Zhen couldn't help becoming nervous, and his hand reached for the yellow talisman in his pocket.

"Rong Zhen!!" The familiar voice sounded a little muffled through the glass window.Rong Zhen turned around, the sun rose and shone on this man, casting a layer of golden light on him, like a Buddha.

Zhang Xingke.Rong Zhen silently called out his name in his heart.

The author has something to say: Zhang Xingke: "Are you Conan? Something is wrong somewhere!!!"

Rong Zhen: "It seems like I didn't have you anywhere!!!"

Good news, the book doll has been written!Only the revisions and revisions are left to be released slowly~~