I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Ning Zhi'an originally thought that even if the thief went to his house, he would return empty-handed, at most he would take his fringed shirt in his pocket, maybe he could find the thief on Xianyu.

But during the video call with Tao Yuan, after roughly counting the things in the house, Ning Zhi'an realized that he had lost a lot of things during the burglary this time.

And what's strange is that most of the stolen things were not valuable things, but some miscellaneous and worthless little things in life, and his old computer also disappeared.

Tao Yuan asked Ning Zhi'an: "Did you lose any valuables or important things?"

Ning Zhi'an shook his head suspiciously: "No, my house doesn't have much stuff."

This house was rented by Tao Yuanxin for him. Ning Zhi'an had already given away some unnecessary things when he moved before, and he joined the team in a blink of an eye, and the family hadn't had time to buy other things.

Tao Yuan had already called the police, and the police were there at the moment. After a brief analysis, she came up with another deduction: "It might be an acquaintance who committed the crime."

Tao Yuan's complexion was a little heavy: "No matter what, burglary is still very dangerous. I will help you find a new house in the next two days."

Ning Zhi'an asked: "Do you need me to go back?"

"No need." Tao Yuan finished talking with the policeman in a low voice, and said to him, "Film with peace of mind, I'll watch over here for you."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, sister."

Ning Zhi'an hung up the phone, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, wondering why all the things that were stolen were some once-used gadgets.

Although he doesn't use these things anymore, Ning Zhi'an inevitably feels a little uncomfortable just throwing them away.

Could it be an acquaintance who committed the crime?

But he has nothing worth thinking about.

Ning Zhi'an was a little distressed, thinking of that old computer, he sent a message to Xiaoqian.

Xiaoqian had always insisted on letting him use the old computer, but since she said she was worried about Ning Zhi'an last time, she didn't send him any more messages for some reason.

Ning Zhi'an: I want to tell you something.

Xiaoqian didn't reply in seconds this time, while waiting for her message, Ning Zhi'an flipped through Xiaoqian's circle of friends, and found that the style of painting suddenly became very different.

The official accounts that Xiaoqian originally reposted were all [In Liaozhai, Nie Xiaoqian’s seven small details reflect her beautiful qualities], but now it has become——

[Harmonious pursuit, let's work together to create a better Meng Po Tang Literature Network. 】

[The author and readers enjoy themselves in harmony, which is inseparable from everyone's efforts! 】

But after a few days of not speaking, Xiaoqian's circle of friends suddenly became a bit more vicissitudes.

It took a few minutes for Xiaoqian to send a message.

[Xiaoqian: Little star, how are you? Is your life passable? 】

[Xiaoqian: You know everything? 】

[Xiaoqian: Your conscience has discovered that you are ready to resume the update? 】

Ning Zhi'an:? ? ?What are you talking about, I want to say that my old computer was stolen, so even if I go back from a business trip, I can't update it with the old computer as you said.

[Xiaoqian: Why is that so! ! ! 】

Ning Zhi'an also really wanted to question the thief, why is that so!

Ning Zhi'an replied with some helplessness: So you have to find a way, don't always talk about the old computer, because the old computer is gone!

[Xiaoqian: ...Okay, then I will communicate with the leader again, you should be mentally prepared, we may send our employees to you in the near future to help you solve the problem. 】

Ning Zhi'an: Why do you have to be mentally prepared?

[Xiaoqian: ...It's okay, how are you doing recently, is there anything new? 】

Ning Zhi'an: Is it okay to be a little depressed when your home is stolen?

[Xiaoqian: ...All right. 】

After sending the message to Xiaoqian, Ning Zhi'an was still very angry after thinking about it, picked up the water glass and drank a big sip of water to defeat himself.

Xiao Zhou also said angrily at the side: "This is really a thief who doesn't leave empty space, it's too wicked, stealing everything?"

After drinking the water, Ning Zhian wiped the corners of his mouth viciously, staring at the new computer with a pair of dark and beautiful almond eyes——

Ning Zhi'an wanted to write this thief into the novel, so that he could die!

After Xiao Zhou left, Ning Zhi'an picked up the computer and started typing, her slender fingers flying on the keyboard in a wanton manner.

He designed a new villain, a thief who thought he was handsome but was actually very wretched. Ning Zhian asked the protagonist to deal with him several times before he was relieved!

But I don't know why, although Ning Zhi'an is still typing alone, Ning Zhi'an always has a feeling of being particularly deserted today.

In the yard, Xiao Zhou was sweeping with a broom, when he suddenly saw three mud figurines appearing in the corner at some point, and one of them, a little girl with braided horns, was pinched to look extraordinarily beautiful.

Xiao Zhou wondered and muttered, "Where did it come from?"

The next day, Ning Zhi'an arrived at the set.

Today's setting is mainly near the center of the village, the place where the traditional buildings in Hongyu Village are best preserved, and the ancestral halls of all sizes retain an antique flavor.

Arriving at the set, Ning Zhi'an first went to a nearby farmer's house that was used as a dressing room to do styling.

Halfway through the makeup, Ning Zhi'an seemed to hear a shrill female scream.

The stylist also stopped and looked outside suspiciously.

Ning Zhi'an turned his head and asked, "Did you hear any sound?"

Xiao Zhou stretched his head out of the window: "Did someone shout?"

Just when he was wondering, the scream suddenly came again.

The voice is high-pitched and sharp.

This time Ning Zhi'an and Xiao Zhou both heard it clearly, the direction of the voice...it seems to be the film crew's studio?

Ning Zhi'an's heart tightened, she didn't care about putting on makeup, she put on a down jacket and went out, Xiao Zhou and the stylist also hurriedly followed behind.

Several people walked quickly to the set without saying a word.

When Ning Zhi'an walked over, the faces of the crew members were a little bit strange, they were careful not to speak, and even breathed a little less.

Zhou Weiyu seemed to be trying to get angry, and was talking to the producer of life, and the village leader stood aside with an embarrassed expression.

Xiao Zhou grabbed a familiar photographer. "what happened?"

The photographer first took a peek at Zhou Weiyu, seeing that they hadn't noticed it, then lowered his voice and said: "This place is really fucking evil, and it's just a fool to say it's not haunted."

Ning Zhi'an's eyelids twitched, and he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

The photographer continued in a low voice: "Didn't we set up the equipment yesterday, but today we came to see that it was all messed up. I thought it was caused by the children in the village, but I didn't take it to heart."

"It turned on just now and I wanted to try the lens." Speaking of which, the photographer seemed a little scared, swallowed his saliva and continued: "When the camera swept to the octagonal building, I really saw a man in Qing Dynasty clothes on the monitor. The person is smiling at the camera."

When Ning Zhi'an heard this, his throat slid slightly.

He searched the Red Fishing Village on the Internet before, and he also said that he had photographed such a person!

Isn't it a rumor? It's so hard to be true? !

The cameraman continued: "It's nothing fucking. Director Zhou wanted to check the monitor, but snowflakes suddenly appeared on the screen."

"Snowflakes, do you know? It's the kind of gray and white snowflakes that came out when the old TV had no signal in the past. You would say that the Steadicam camera, how could there be snowflakes!?"

The stylist hugged herself tightly: "Damn!"

Ning Zhi'an's heart was trembling, and he gently picked the palm of his hand with his fingers.

But he was more worried about the yelling just now, fearing that something might happen to him, so he quietly asked, "Who was yelling just now?"

The photographer's complexion changed, and he slowly pointed to Liu Manjiang, saying with emotion: "I never thought that Director Liu would have such a high-pitched voice."

... Can't tell, Director Liu is really hiding something.

Xiao Zhou snapped his tongue: "Will you still be filming later?"

Zhou Weiyu was debugging the machine, and the on-site staff came and went, and everyone looked panic-stricken, which annoyed him so much.

Hearing Xiao Zhou's words, he waved his hands impatiently: "It's time to call it a day, let's all go back!"

……

That night, the haunting incident of the crew of "Rising Clouds and Cranes" was uploaded to the Internet that night. This drama was highly anticipated, so some turmoil fermented very quickly.

[Really, it sounds scary! 】

[Pray for everyone's safety with the online practice! 】

[Isn't it true that Hongyu Village is haunted?How could such a thing happen? 】

[Fortune-telling, exorcising evil spirits, adding my v letter, the online practice of a century-old Taoist family, to keep the family and the house safe. 】

[Fuck, where was my brother Ji when the ghost was haunted! ? 】

[Going back upstairs, I heard that Brother Ji went to the county to do Sannong poverty alleviation activities. 】

【Well, I'm more curious, what's Ning Zhian's reaction?I excavated his early materials. He used to participate in a variety show to go to a haunted house. When he entered, he sprinted [-] meters. The speed was so fast that ghosts could not catch up. 】

[? ? ?Is there such a thing?I'm going to have a look too! 】

In the middle of the night, Ji Zhaoran finished his poverty alleviation activities, sat lazily in the back seat of the business car, and returned from the county town to Hongyu Village.

While scrolling through Weibo casually, his eyes suddenly fixed on this post.

Ji Zhaoran opened WeChat and found the chat box with Ning Zhi'an.

The last message is that you have successfully added [My mother will be useful when I am born] as a WeChat friend, and you can chat.

Ji Zhaoran's slender fingers tapped on the chat box.

……

Red fishing village.

Ning Zhi'an was a little scared today, but fortunately he didn't see the haunted scene with his own eyes, and Xiao Zhou was in the next room, which gave him a little sense of security and wouldn't tense his nerves.

He didn't turn off the lights today, and the Shurangama Sutra was playing continuously in the room.

Ning Zhi'an hid her hands and feet under the blanket, tossed and turned until one o'clock before finally falling asleep.

The mobile phone rang the notification tone of WeChat, Ning Zhi'an frowned slightly in his sleep, and slowly fell into a deep sleep again.

Beside Ning Zhi'an's bed, the little girl with braids was a little melancholy.

The female ghost in red clothes has been out for several days, but she hasn't come back yet, and she doesn't know where she went.

Da Da seems to be a little afraid of ghosts, and the mood of coding is not high after returning.

The little girl hugged the long-haired doll she had quietly taken away from the crew, and gently placed it next to Ning Zhian's pillow.

This is her favorite doll.

The little girl looked at Ning Zhian shyly.

I hope I can see this doll when I open my eyes and have a good mood!