Chapter 352 It was nothing, but something happened to the whole thing
"Xiao Gao and the others actually brought Fang Yatong into the crew..."
The road is too wild.
Wang Qi and Xiao Zhan have already arrived in Jiangyu City.
He answered Xiao Gao's call and learned about the current progress of the Ghost Gate Village crew, and couldn't help but sigh.
Fang Yatong didn’t know who she had offended or what she had committed and was banned (Fang Yatong: Thank you...).
But according to Xiao Gao, her problems have been solved now.
Of course, people in the entertainment industry are the most snobbish, and no one is willing to use Fang Yatong in a short period of time. Only then can Xiao Gao bring her to the crew.
Still a friendly guest appearance.
It means that I acted simply to cheer up my good friends, and it was free of charge.
What a great bargain.
"Maybe she wants to use my network to try the waters, right?" Wang Qi guessed in his mind.
It was mid-afternoon, and he was taking Xiao Zhan, who had just gotten out of the taxi and arrived at an old urban area in the suburbs.
The sky is a little cloudy, but the climate is not as cold as Qingling.
What you can see are mostly bungalows of some age.
People were coming and going on the street, it was noisy and chaotic, but it was full of fireworks that are rare elsewhere.
The cat-faced old lady incident happened in the block ahead.
Xiao Zhan, who was following him, was actually a little unhappy about going on a business trip with Wang Qi at first.
I feel very angry at Wang Qi for leaving such a good actress like her unused.
But after they got here, they took her to cook the most famous local hotpot, and the girl had forgotten her unhappiness.
Now all I can think about is "Shabu-shabu hot pot is really the perfect match for mutton rolls and spicy chive flower dipping sauce"...
That's the good thing about Xiaozhang, there's nothing that can't be settled with just one meal.
If so, then two meals.
Walk around this old town and ask people along the way.
After spending more than ten minutes, Wang Qi found the person who entered the unscientific program group in a small restaurant.
A total of three people came to the program team.
They are the reporter Shen Jie who is responsible for the interview, the cameraman Zhang Qiu who is responsible for the photography, and the camera assistant Wu Jianfeng.
They arrived here two days ago.
In advance, I conducted some interviews with some people nearby.
Wang Qi found them and introduced them to each other. Shen Jie, who was slightly fat, introduced Wang Qi to the middle-aged man sitting across the table.
He was a middle-aged man with some gray hair on his temples.
He looked like a country boy. Shen Jie was interviewing this man before Wang Qi came over.
Behind the middle-aged man stood two young men, a man and a woman, who seemed to be his children.
"This is Wei Guohua, the old lady's nephew." Shen Jie said.
"Dear."
Wei Guohua quickly stated.
He also already knew that Wang Qi was a senior consultant and science popularization expert invited by the program team, so his attitude was respectful.
Speaking in a slightly dialectal tone, he continued: "That is my biological aunt. I have been very close to her since she was a child. She has been childless all her life. I can almost say that she is her biological son. Who would have thought that she would be like this?"
Went..."
As he spoke, he showed a sad expression.
"Please forgive me." Wang Qi quickly comforted him.
Before he came, he didn't know that the old lady's nephew was also here.
"My aunt is not safe. That Fan Jing actually cremated her and the cat together. Do you need so little money? We are not very particular. We bothered to find a place to bury the dead cat. We are not happy about it.
!" Wei Guohua said in a sad voice, covering his face with his hands, full of grief.
Fan Jing is the working girl who lives in the old lady's courtyard.
The implication of his words was that Fan Jing blamed Fan Jing for taking the easy way out and cremating the old cat's body together with the old lady.
This made the old lady turn into a ghost, unable to live in peace, and coming back to cause trouble.
"That woman is greedy for my aunt's house!" said the daughter behind Wei Guohua, her voice sounding a little mean.
"What house?" Wang Qi was stunned.
Reporter Shen Jie quickly introduced Wang Qi.
Although the old lady lives in an old bungalow, this place may be demolished in the future, and it will be valuable by then.
According to the law, after the old lady passed away, Wei Guohua, the closest relative, should have inherited the house.
But who knew that the old lady made a will before she died and gave the house to Fan Jing.
"I'm not coveting that house either."
Wei Guohua said at this time: "I just feel sorry for my aunt. I don't know what happened to me before she died. I was tricked by Fan Jing into writing a will. I have to uphold justice for my aunt..."
"You were so close to your aunt. Were you not by her side before she died?" Wang Qi interrupted him and asked.
"Ah?" Wei Guohua was momentarily stuck.
"Recently during the autumn harvest, my dad has been busy at home." The young man behind Wei Guohua hurriedly explained, "And we didn't know that my aunt was seriously ill. Fan Jingju had ulterior motives and didn't even inform us that my aunt had to cremate her. Sue us."
"Yes, that's what happened." Wei Guohua nodded repeatedly.
"That's it..."
When Wang Qi heard this, his eyes swept across Wei Guohua's family of three, and finally looked at Shen Jie next to him.
Shen Jie smiled pointedly.
He is a reporter, what kind of person has he never interviewed?
How could Wei Guohua's family be deceived by their petty ideas?
These people don't care about the old lady at all.
Just wait until the old lady dies so that she can inherit the house.
Unexpectedly, the old lady’s will gave the house to the migrant girl who had no relatives.
The recent incident with the cat-faced old lady might have been caused by them.
But see through it, don’t tell it away, what their popular science program wants is a sense of suspense.
In the science program back then, the light in an old man's house flickered on and off in the middle of the night. This little thing could give you two or three episodes of the program, with ghosts turning on the lights and ghosts coming back at night.
BGM should be as sneaky as possible.
Finally, the truth was revealed bit by bit: it turned out to be a poor contact of the light switch...
What they are doing is unscientific, but they still want to inherit fine traditions.
Wang Qi understood what Shen Jie meant, and then asked some questions casually.
I also learned the names of Wei Guohua’s children.
The daughter's name is Wei Feng, and the son's name is Wei Long.
When his son's name was introduced, Xiao Zhan, who was standing behind Wang Qi, couldn't help but swallowed his saliva.
He looked Wei Long up and down with his eyes.
When they left the hotel and were about to go to the old lady's house, the girl approached the person and asked, "Do you have any spicy strips?"
Wei Long: "???"
Looking at Wei Long's reaction, Xiao Zhan was even more puzzled than him.
How dare you call me Wei Long without carrying a bag of spicy strips in your pocket?
The old lady's courtyard was not far from the hotel, and the group arrived at the place in a few minutes.
Every house in the nearby streets had their doors closed, and not a single soul could be seen on the street.
The residents here are all elderly and superstitious, and they dare not go out because of the cat-faced old lady.
When I arrived at the door of the old lady's house, I saw a pool of black blood splashed on the door.
"That's black dog blood. I don't know who poured it two days ago. They said it was to ward off evil spirits." Shen Jie introduced, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
"That's too much." Wang Qi frowned, disdainful of such feudal superstition!
Shen Jie nodded and was about to speak when he heard Wang Qi continue: "Why do we always persecute black dogs? Why can't we white dogs and yellow dogs? What's the difference in the blood of dogs of different colors, to ward off evil spirits and so on? It’s not scientific either!”
Shen Jie: "???"
Is this a matter of different colors?
"Haha, just kidding, this kind of thing itself makes no sense." Wang Qi continued.
The main reason is that he has a black dog at home, and some time ago someone was planning to draw its blood to ward off evil spirits. Isn't this based on his feelings?
He walked over and patted the door.
After a while, the backyard door opened, and a girl who looked to be in her mid-twenties, wearing sackcloth and mourning, opened the door.
This is Fan Jing.
She had obviously met Wei Guohua and Shen Jie a long time ago and knew them, and her face was full of disgust.
However, Shen Jie said hello to her, and she knew that she was coming to the live broadcast for the first seven nights to refute the rumors about Mrs. Cat-faced incident, so she gave up her seat.
The courtyard is not that big, but it is well maintained.
In the main room directly opposite the door is the old lady's mourning hall.
The old lady with a kind face in the black and white portrait is staring out the door.
Wei Guohua's family of three naturally had a bad temper toward Fan Jing, and they started to quarrel without saying a few words.
Fan Jing has a fierce personality, and she would not hesitate to scold all three of them.
But Wang Qi felt a headache because they spoke in dialect and spoke very fast.
Just listening to the voice sounded like a foreign language, and I couldn't understand what was being said.
"Wei Guohua is from a village near Jiangyu, and Fan Jing is also from that place. Because she is a fellow villager, the old lady let her rent here." Shen Jie explained that this was obviously not the first time he had seen this scene. .
I have no idea what they were arguing about.
But at this time, Xiao Zhan suddenly said from the side: "They are fighting for this house - you are taking care of the old lady because of this house... I want this house? When the old lady is in the hospital, I will stay by the bedside. , I didn’t see you coming here... Who knew the old lady was so ill... why would she call you? She called you more than ten times a day, but you didn’t answer, and the phone was blocked..."
Wang Qi: "..."
Damn it, I didn’t expect Xiaozhan to be a translator one day!
Although her Mandarin is not good enough, her local dialects are so smooth that she needs at least professional level eight!
Shen Jie was a little surprised, and quickly called to the cameraman Zhang Qiu, who quickly recorded the scene of their quarrel, and also recorded what Xiao Zhan translated.
Wang Qi watched for a while, then began to look around, and came to the mourning hall directly opposite the door.
The mourning hall is quite simple, but it has everything it needs.
The sky was a little overcast, and without the lights on, it looked a little dark.
The white urn is placed on the memorial table under the portrait.
A white candle is lit, and the candlelight flickers.
There were several sticks of incense inserted in the incense burner, which lit up with red light and filled with green smoke.
After exiting the mourning hall, Wang Qi planned to visit other places in the small courtyard.
There will be a live broadcast here tonight, so we need to investigate the scene carefully first.
But at this moment, the Wei family who were quarreling over there saw that they could not quarrel with Fan Jing. His son Wei Long suddenly became violent, picked up a piece from the ground, turned around, and threw it at Fan Jing.
Of course he didn't dare to actually hit people, he mainly wanted to scare people.
The brick flew past Fan Jing's head and fell into the mourning hall...
Wang Qi was turning to the courtyard gate when he heard a crisp "crash" sound.
Spare him the sixth-level Military Body Fist, and it's too late to do anything.
The scene suddenly became quiet.
The Wei family and Fan Jing rushed to the mourning hall in a hurry.
Shen Jie was stunned for a moment, and quickly moved to the camera carried by Zhang Qiu: "During the quarrel between the two parties, an accident occurred, and the sound of the urn breaking was heard in the mourning hall. What happened? Was it intentional or unintentional? A big disaster..."
The Wei family and Fan Jing have already arrived at the laying table.
The turning head that Wei Long threw earlier happened to hit the urn.
The porcelain box shattered and the ashes spilled onto the table.
They scrambled to collect the ashes, not forgetting to blame each other.
But suddenly, Wei Feng saw something, pointed at the portrait hanging on the wall, and screamed in horror.
The panic spread to others instantly.
When Wang Qi walked into the mourning hall, his eyes widened in surprise.
There were vague red tears left in the eyes of the black and white portrait of the old lady.
The originally kind face, coupled with these two lines of blood and tears, suddenly appeared indescribably weird.
Shen Jie, the cameraman, and the assistant were all stunned as they walked into the mourning hall.
Xiao Zhan, who was still standing in the yard, suddenly raised his head.
Rain is dripping from the sky.
The sky had been gloomy all day, and the late autumn heavy rain finally started to fall as night approached.
Muffled thunder sounded.
Wang Qi glanced at the few people in the room who began to tremble, and sighed secretly.