Dingdangdang is a small bar located on the road five kilometers away from the old building where Yi Feiyang and his friends were photographed. This bar is mainly opened for the convenience of drivers on the road and is a type of road restaurant.
On this day, a guy with a camera hanging around his neck came from outside, holding a cigarette, fluffy hair, and wearing a tie crookedly. He looked like the kind of reporter who didn't get along very well.
"Hey, man, give me a glass of whiskey. Well, you better add some ice cubes." The frustrated reporter raised his hand and said.
Originally, as the newspaper's most promising entertainment reporter, Ingle could have comfortably found material in the bustling Hollywood, instead of coming to this desolate place where the chronology does not matter, not only did there not be foreign workers, but also
Interview highlights.
But who made him unlucky? He caught the damn editor-in-chief having an affair with his female secretary, and as a journalist, he couldn't help but spread the news, so the editor-in-chief's wife came to visit her.
He slapped the female secretary directly and cursed: "Bitch!"
In the United States, affairs, slander, insults, and beatings are basically a series of action scenes.
As you can imagine, the most unlucky person was the editor-in-chief. Not only was he repaired by his wife, but he was also sued by a lawyer. The secretary, Mistress, filed a financial compensation against him...
The editor-in-chief was a very vindictive person, and he loved Inger so much that he, who was originally the most talented and promising guy, was sent to this fringe area, either to interview some widows about their affairs, or to
When interviewing some drivers who defaulted on their bills, either a kitten jumped up a tree and couldn't get down, or a wild dog was run over by a big truck...
"Shit! Is this my future?!" Inger drank whiskey gloomily.
Suddenly, a voice came from the side.
"Hey man, can you buy me a drink?"
Inger looked back and saw an old black man looking at him with a smile, or rather, looking at the wine in his glass.
"This is a drunkard." Inger thought to himself and ignored it.
The old black man was not ashamed, and had no intention of leaving at all. He rubbed his nose and said, "Hey, you look like a reporter, right?"
Inger, who was in a bad mood, snorted coldly and made no reply.
The old black man smiled again, made a mysterious gesture, and said: "Hey, man, don't be so cool... By the way, do you want some good breaking news?"
"You have some breaking news?" Ying Geer looked at him contemptuously and finally said something.
"Haha, I don't know if this news is good, but for you, it will only cost you a glass of wine, and maybe you will get an unexpected gain." The old black man sat down next to Inger.
Inger changed his mind, suddenly snapped his fingers and called to the boss: "Give him a glass of wine too!"
"Haha, thanks, man! I don't need to add ice to mine. Well, it's better to be pure, so that it tastes good!" The old black man's face smiled like a chrysanthemum.
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After a moment, he said, "Wow, what a good drink, it's really strong!" The old black man wiped his mouth happily, and almost drank a glass of whiskey in one gulp.
"This old man has a good drinking capacity." Yingger said to himself. "Okay, friend, you have also drank. Do you have any revelations for me?"
"Look, you are anxious, aren't you, haha. In fact, there is really no good news in this barren mountain and wilderness... But, I heard that a crew was filming in an old house nearby..."
Ying Geer scoffed, "The crew is filming? Is this considered news? Oh my God, don't you know that this is Hollywood and there is a lot of filming!" Ying Geer was already sure that this was an old man cheating on people to drink.
Drunkard. Damn it, I actually believed it to be true.
"Haha, don't be anxious, friend, I haven't finished speaking yet..." The old black man burped, then put his old face close to Inger and said furtively: "You know, I heard
This crew...encountered a ghost while filming!"
The last sentence made Inger raise his eyebrows involuntarily.
Encountered a ghost?!
Real or fake?!
Ingle, who originally had no hope for such gossip, suddenly became interested.
Seeing Ingle pricking up his ears and waiting for him to continue speaking, the old black man shut his mouth slyly, then shook the glass, "Wow, this wine is so good, but it's a pity that it was gone after just one sip...
…”
Inger took out a dollar bill and said, "Boss, give me another drink!"
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Holding the refilled whiskey, the old black man took a sip happily, then relaxed his intoxicated brows and said: "I also heard from others that there was a crew from "The Ghost Story" that came to a nearby old building.
They were filming, and then, their crew encountered horrible things... In the middle of the night, they heard someone crying secretly, and a white figure appeared on the window, the faucet would quietly run water, and there would be a sudden power outage in the room... In short,
It’s scary to say, yes, even I have goosebumps now.”
"Huh, these are just common rumors. Maybe the people on their crew are doing it themselves." Inger is a veteran reporter and is well-informed. He has met people who claim to have "encountered ghosts" before.
The crew of the film asked him to do an interview, and the purpose was to promote it.
"Oh, no, no, no! God, you didn't know that. That old building originally had a legend that was very scary." The old black man shook his head, "You know, a long time ago, there was a death there.
Come on!"
"Have people died?" Inger's cold heart became warm again. Compared with the "ghost" crew, this house with "people died" is more convincing. And Inger knows very well that American readers have
Those "haunted houses", "haunted buildings", "haunted villas" and so on are what I am most interested in. If it is really like what the old man in front of me said, maybe there will be articles to write here.
"Tell me, what was the accident?" Inger asked.
"Oh, this is a long story." The old black man took a sip of strong wine and then told a terrible story.
It is said that the desolate old building was originally built fifty years ago and has been renovated many times in the past ten years. Legend has it that the owner who built this old building was originally a drug trafficker who fled from Mexico to the United States. Because
He was rich, and it was built extravagantly and luxuriously. It also had a mysterious basement. Many drug smugglers' stolen money was hidden in the darkroom of this house. Later, the drug dealer's family was killed and all the bodies were hidden.
, it is said that he was a terrorist killer from Mexico, with the purpose of recovering the stolen money... Later, this place became extremely desolate. Occasionally, people rented it, and weird things happened frequently. Pythons, mice, and frogs appeared one after another.
There is often blood seeping out of the rooms and bathrooms, and there are ghostly winds and phantoms in the house. Everyone who rents here is scared away...
I have to say that this old black man is really good at telling stories with great emotion and emotion. The important thing is that he grasps the plot very accurately. Even a veteran like Inger who likes to arrange stories in newspapers, he is attracted to him and can't stop.
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It's a very good ghost story. If this story is true... countless thoughts flashed through Inger's mind.
Why do Americans like "vampires", "zombies", and "werewolves"?!
To put it bluntly, they are very curious.
And this kind of haunted house legend is exactly what readers are interested in.
"Is what you just said true?" Inger suppressed his excitement and asked the old black man.
"Oh, well, I told you, I just heard...yeah, man, I've never seen a ghost! Damn it, who knows what those ghosts are like?" The old black man took a sip of his wine.
Inger was already extremely interested, "Dear friend, can I ask you a favor?"
"What?" The old black man looked at him, "Tell me, as long as I can do it, I will help you. For no other reason than to buy you these two glasses of wine from me!"
"I really want to go to the filming site and take a look. Yes, take a look at that old building you mentioned. Well, how about it? Can you help me?"
"Well...well, it's not far from here anyway, but I won't go near that damn place. Only those fools will film there."
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Driving an outdated Ford car, the old black man took Inger to the old building.
More than a hundred meters away, the old black man said: "Look, it's that old building. Did you see that those guys walking around are the people filming? Ha, these unlucky guys don't know what kind of place they have rented."
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"Thank you, really, thank you very much!" Inger got out of the car, "I may be back in about an hour, can you pick me up?"
"this……"
Just when the old black man hesitated, Ingle handed him $50 and said, "Help me, man. It's hard to get a taxi around here. You can also wait here for a while. I'll be back soon."
"Ha, you're so polite! Go ahead, I'll bask in the sun here... It's such a rare good weather!" The old black man put the money in his pocket and said with a smile, he was kind, kind and helpful.
"Okay then, we've made an agreement." Inger no longer had any worries, and walked towards the legendary "haunted house" with a camera around his neck.
Behind him, the old black man was very proud, God, my dear Yi guessed really well. He made 50 US dollars in vain and drank two glasses of wine. This stupid reporter, haha!
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In the front, Yi Feiyang was arranging for people to prepare for the next set of shots. Suddenly, there was a commotion.
"Hey, you guy, what are you doing sneakily?"
"Are you filming secretly?"
"Damn it guys, get the camera!"
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They saw Cindy and others surrounding a man with a shaggy hair, shouting.
"What happened?" Yi Feiyang walked over and asked.
"We saw him taking pictures here with a camera, and we suspected he was a reporter!" Cindy said to Yi Feiyang.
Ying Geer was surrounded by people and was worried that he could not find an explanation from the leader. When he saw Yi Feiyang coming, he said, "Hey, man, this is a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Yi Feiyang frowned.
"Yes, that's right, I'm a reporter...but I'm not secretly filming your crew, I'm filming this old building."
Inger tried his best to explain things clearly.
If Yi Feiyang and others ignored him and filmed randomly here, maybe Inger would also suspect that they wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to create hype; but now it seems that the other party has no such intention at all, so he needs to explain clearly.
To avoid misunderstanding.
"Shooting in this old building? Sorry, my crew has rented it here, so I'm sorry, you'd better leave here..." Yi Feiyang looked like he didn't want to talk to the other party.
Ying Geer was anxious, what kind of bad crew, many crews invited me to go, but I'm not happy yet, you actually kicked me out?
"Hi, friend, I'm really interested in this building... How about we discuss this, can you help me introduce the story of this building, and by the way, I can do interviews for the movie you're filming?"
Yi Feiyang, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped.
As soon as Ying Geer saw that there was something going on, he added: "Maybe you are still doubting my identity. Look, this is my business card. I am a reporter for the "Entertainment Star" in Los Angeles. My name is Ying Geer. Yes,
Friends, I specialize in entertainment news, and I think it’s very interesting for you to film in such a spooky place... I heard, I just heard that you encountered some strange things, or supernatural events, and I am...
…very interested!”
Yi Feiyang smiled, "Okay, since you are so sincere, then I can have a good talk."
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As a reporter, in addition to reporting the news truthfully, the most important thing is to have the ability to exaggerate and turn an originally inconspicuous story into a major event that everyone knows.
As a veteran journalist, Ingle undoubtedly possesses this talent and means.
So when Yi Feiyang connected the "Ghost Record" filmed by his own crew with this old building that is said to be "haunted", it immediately activated Mr. Inger's rich imagination.
Whether it's a vampire-style "Four Hundred Years of Horror" or a supernatural-style "Haunted House", all kinds of strange and weird materials popped up in his mind, and he couldn't help but "enrich" the story Yi Feiyang told.
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There are no ghosts in this world, but some people who are too idle have come up with some shocking ghost stories in order to please readers with low tastes.
Mr. Inger is a good reporter, and precisely because he is a good reporter, he will capture the readers' hearts even more, adding more fuel and vinegar to the stories he hears, and cooking them into a feast.
For example, now, Yi Feiyang just briefly and implicitly told him about the "weird" events he encountered during filming, and Mr. Inger immediately spontaneously and consciously connected the "ghosts causing trouble" to him.
God, what good material this is!
Ying Geer, who knew the readers' interests well, was completely shocked by the news revealed by Yi Feiyang.
There is no shortage of various haunted houses in the United States, as well as various haunted house stories, but what is lacking is this kind of "real" shooting opportunity.
Let me ask, is it not enough of a gimmick for a crew to encounter ghosts while filming?
Inger's mind definitely moved quickly enough, and in a short period of time, he understood that he had encountered strong revelations.
Of course, this revelation is like a time bomb. It needs someone to detonate it with added fuel and jealousy. If done well, it will attract attention and directly make the headlines of the entertainment pages.
Yes, this person can only be yourself.
Inger thought.
Who else would it be, haha, my miserable life is finally going to turn around!
(My mother has only been hospitalized for three days, and the consumption amount shown by the hospital has already reached more than 2,000. Specifically, it is water transfusion, or water transfusion, penicillin, geospora... I don’t understand why medical expenses are so expensive now. Fortunately, there are new farmers.
Okay. But those real poor people cannot afford medical treatment and can only bring their own coffins... I saw a man squatting on the ground crying because his wife's medical expenses could not be reimbursed!)
