The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

The seventh day of playing tricks · 23:44

Jiang Yiming went to the rehearsal room in the afternoon—the rehearsal room was changed to another room, probably in response to the group's request.

As soon as he entered, he received a salute of attention.

Jiang Yiming raised his brows and raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a typical Jiang Yiming's beating smile, which probably contained: teasing, knowingly asking, conceited and other unpleasant emotions.

"Such a grand welcome ceremony? I can't bear it. It can be put away." Jiang Yiming raised his hand casually.

Ren Zhongyuan didn't know why, but he thought of the emperor's appearance of calling "Pingshen" often on TV.

Jiang Yiming turned around and saw that these people were still the same, motionless, and couldn't help being amused, "No more practice? Or do you want to wait until midnight to dance again? First declare, I have no objection."

Ren Zhongyuan saw that Jiang Yiming was evasive and avoiding the topic, and his brows furrowed, "The person in Mr. Duan Fei's apartment is you. I didn't expect you to do such an outrageous thing."

The smile on Jiang Yiming's face faded away after hearing Ren Zhongyuan's questioning.

He raised his head slightly, like a little beast being provoked, narrowed his eyes, snorted coldly, and said sarcastically, "I didn't expect you to be the kind of man who can make up Zhen Huan's drama with just a picture. .”

Ren Zhongyuan's face suddenly turned red, and the veins around his temples swelled. He clenched his fists tightly, as if he was going to punch him at any time.

——No one could resist Jiang Yiming's full-on taunt.

Seeing this, Lu Kan quickly stood up to smooth things over, "Hey, tomorrow is the semi-final stage, let's not waste time on this kind of gossip! Ray, where is the music folder? Help me find it." ?”

Ren Zhongyuan was pulled hard by Lu Kan, pursed his lips, walked to the computer, and finally went down the steps.

Jiang Yiming snorted, expressing great contempt for this kind of provocative behavior that was silently silenced in the end.

Ren Zhongyuan was so excited by Jiang Yiming's breath that he almost exploded again.

Lu Kan grabbed the opponent with a headache, and several other teammates quickly cooperated to finally appease Ren Zhongyuan.

"When will you change your bad temper of hurting others!" Ren Zhongyuan shouted in a rough voice.

"Next life." Jiang Yiming said concisely.

Lu Kan and other teammates hugged Ren Zhongyuan's waist subconsciously: "Calm down! Calm down! It's not like you don't know that he has such a temper!"

"Yeah, pretend you didn't hear it!"

"He will always learn a lesson in the future!"

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows and coughed, "Have you learned the lesson? You know I'm not deaf, right?"

"..."

Fortunately, the teacher who came to inspect their dance practice results came in time today, and finally stopped the verbal conflict.

Dancing, rehearsal, on-site dance and singing audition, after a set of procedures, it didn't end until after [-] o'clock in the evening. This time, the group of young people didn't procrastinate, they just picked up their things and left.

It looked like some man-eating monster was chasing after them on the TV station.

The choreographer and director at the recording site laughed and joked with his assistant.

Jiang Yiming has always been the one who doesn't fit in, he falls behind everyone, dawdling without knowing what he is doing.

Hearing the director's ridicule, he curled his lips: the truth always bumps into each other around the corner.

Just as he was about to leave and go to the old rehearsal room on the eighth floor yesterday, the director suddenly stopped him.

"Jiang Shao." The director Xue Ke said aloud - this show was funded by Jiang Yiming's elders, of course he knew the identity of the other party - he said, "The news about you and Mr. Duan Fei on the Internet, you Don’t worry about it, the memory of the audience is short, and they will forget it within a week.”

"Come on for tomorrow's semi-finals! Play well!" Xue Ke clenched his fists and looked at Jiang Yiming with bright eyes.

He just prayed that Jiang Yiming could say something amazing in tomorrow's live broadcast.

After Jiang Yiming angered his mentor last time, that segment was the peak of real-time playback, including the 1-minute short video edited by others later, which also received more than 200 million hits.

He, Xue Ke, has done so many shows and has been on the street for so many shows, this is the first time he got it real!

The corners of Jiang Yiming's mouth twitched. Listening to Xue Ke's words, he seemed to believe that he beat up Duan Fei like that. Does he usually look like someone who can beat people?

He was too lazy to explain to an indifferent person, so he nodded casually, and walked around Xue Ke towards the door.

When he walked to the door, Jiang Yiming paused again, turned his head and looked at the director who was still working on the equipment, "Director Xue, a friendly reminder, don't leave too late, this building is not safe at night."

Xue Ke was taken aback for a moment, then stood there stupidly, "Huh?"

However, Jiang Yiming didn't return to him, and only left Xue Ke a back view in a cool manner.

Director Xue scratched the back of his head with thinning hair, and turned to his assistant wondering, "The building is not safe at night? Does he want to say that the street is not safe at night?"

"No, I'm a man, even if I walk on the street at night, what am I afraid of?" Director Xue puffed out his chest.

The assistant squinted at Xue Ke, nodded and said, "The reason why you are safe is not because you are a man, but because you have a horizontal figure and worrying aesthetics."

"...Don't think that I dare not fire you because you are my relative!" Xue Ke said angrily.

The assistant twitched the corner of his mouth, and turned to look thoughtfully at the direction Jiang Yiming left, "Master Jiang must have his reasons for saying that. I heard that something happened to this TV station four years ago, until A year ago, employees were prohibited from staying in the TV station to work overtime beyond [-] o'clock in the evening."

Xue Ke touched Hanmao's erect arm, "Since the ban was lifted later, it must mean that there is no problem."

"That's not true. I heard that it was because the stage of the TV station was requisitioned for the local Spring Festival Gala branch. But it didn't seem like anything happened afterwards, so it was nothing." The assistant said.

Xue Ke breathed a sigh of relief, "I'll just say, for sure."

He smiled and continued to toss about his high-end fixed-focus equipment that had just been reimbursed, and said, "There are so many 'things' in every building, and they may not all be true. Don't scare yourself. Jiang Shaozhen ~"

The assistant shuddered because of Xue Ke's small ending voice, he curled his lips and continued to help.

Just when Xue Ke finished the last step and was about to try the lens effect, a snowflake suddenly appeared on the screen of the device, and the time in the upper right corner flickered and flickered, and finally froze at 23:44.

Xue Ke looked at his newly bought device dumbfounded. The screen was covered with snowflakes except for the time. He patted the camera with some puzzlement, "What's the matter? Can't contact? Or was it broken by me just now? Tomorrow I have to It's for the stage, don't mess with me, boss..."

Xue Ke thought about it and rubbed his hands together nervously.

The assistant beside him pulled Xue Ke's sleeve and asked softly, "Uncle Xue, what time is it?"

"Call me Director Xue on the stage!" Xue Ke corrected a sentence first, then looked at the only intact time on the screen, a little surprised, "It's 44:[-]? Why is it so fast..."

Assistant Xue Yang stretched out his wrist. He wore a sports watch on his wrist, the kind that could walk by himself with just a shake. The time on it clearly showed that it was early ten o'clock in the evening.

"Let me just say, how could it be eleven o'clock." Xue Ke narrowed his eyes, "So, the time display is wrong, and the screen is still running."

"It's terrible, this expensive and delicate thing is really troublesome... I have to go through my penis and get someone to check it." Xue Ke muttered in a low voice.

Xue Yang felt that the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop a lot. He touched his exposed arm, and a small piece of goose bumps appeared due to the sudden cooling.

He opened his mouth and breathed out lightly, and saw a circle of white mist spray out from his mouth.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes slightly, and grabbed Xue Ke, "Uncle Xue! Something's wrong, it's suddenly getting cold here!"

"The central air conditioner is broken." Xue Ke was reminded by his nephew that he felt a little cold. He looked around and saw a circular audience auditorium. are gone.

He shrugged indifferently: "I'll send a message to the logistics department later."

Xue Yang shook his head straight, "I feel something is wrong, or we should listen to Young Master Jiang and leave the building first..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the light that was originally only shining on their side suddenly became extremely bright, so bright that people had to raise their hands to cover their eyes.

Then Xue Yang heard several "cracks", and the entire stage, including the lights above the auditorium, was turned on, and they were also turned up to the extreme, so that Xue Yang and Xue Ke couldn't keep their eyes open.

With such excessive dimming, within a few minutes, all these light bulbs above the head will burst.

"What are you doing!" Xue Ke swears, and barely opens his eyes to see the control room above the stage, but there is no one there.

Nobody's there, so who the hell is playing the prank?Such a thought flashed through Xue Ke's mind.

Immediately, all the light bulbs exploded, and the entire stage suddenly sank into darkness.

Xue Yang quickly took out his mobile phone, "Uncle Xue, let's get out of here quickly! This place is too evil!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the hand of the person next to him.

The opponent's palms were wet and sticky.

Xue Yang grabbed the other person and ran towards the door, thinking in his heart while running, his uncle always found excuses to explain those strange situations, so it turned out that he was also terribly scared, and his palms were sweating.

Just when Xue Yang was about to run to the door, Xue Ke's voice came from the stage, and there was a bit of crying in the voice: "Xue Yang? Xue Yang!? Where did you go, little bastard! How dare you leave you behind?" Uncle! If you don’t know your uncle, you are afraid of the dark! Me! I will fire you immediately!"

Xue Yang trembled all over, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Who is he pulling?

At this moment, he had already dragged the other person to the door, the transparent window in the corridor was shining with moonlight, Xue Yang turned his head stiffly and looked back, his gaze went from bottom to top, the first thing he saw was himself holding that person's hand.

There was sticky blood in the palm of his hand, and the man's stomach had a bloody opening. It may be because he ran too fast just now, and the blood and what was in it, whether it was fat or intestines, fell out.

Xue Yang's face suddenly turned pale.

He looked up uncontrollably, at the chest and neck covered with cuts and blood, and then at the pale and lifeless face.

"Help me..." The face made a gasp, but upon closer inspection, his mouth was tightly sewn shut.

Xue Yang's scalp was numb as if it exploded suddenly.