As soon as we walked out of the Terror City, the reporters started rushing in this direction with loud noises, and instantly pushed aside the security guards who were blocking them, broke out of the encirclement, and came to stand in front of me——
"Hello, what is that thing that keeps crying inside?!"
"Is there really a ghost? What kind of ghost is it?"
"You have been in there for so long, and what have you seen!!!"
As soon as they rushed to me, the reporters asked questions one after another. There was a light on the camera. I was used to darkness inside. When I came out and saw such a bright light, it really hurt my eyes. I glanced at Zhuo.
Looking in the direction of the car, I found that his window had been rolled down. He was sitting in the car, looking at me with great interest.
I was not in the mood to experience his psychological activities now. Looking at the microphones that wanted to be stuffed into my mouth, I opened my mouth lightly: "The theory of haunting is pure nonsense."
"Then can you explain the crying? What's going on?"
"Why did you stay in there for so long?!"
I sighed and took out a bamboo tube about two thumbs thick and long from my pocket. I shook it at the reporter and said, "We have been here all this time just to pull this out of the wall.
Of course, there are still several that cannot be pulled out. The reason why there is crying is from this thing, because the innermost wall has been penetrated by someone and inserted this kind of bamboo tube, so as long as there is
If the wind is poured into a bamboo tube, it will make a crying sound. I am too technical to understand. The principle is probably similar to the bamboo whistle I made when I was a child. Moreover, these bamboo tubes inserted into the wall are of different lengths, and the wind passes through it.
After that, a musical scale is formed, and naturally the crying feels a little cadenced.”
Those who remembered looked at the bamboo tube in my hand with some doubts, "Then why does the crying sound quieter when I stop, but the sound becomes louder when I continue walking."
"I think it's caused by the air flow. It's very difficult to pass through inside. If you stand still, it's like being stuck there. If the air flow stops, the crying will naturally become smaller. You are all college graduates working as reporters.
You should know better than me."
"So, this is man-made?"
I nodded and glanced at Zhuo Jing again, "Yes, it's definitely man-made."
"Then since it's man-made, why hasn't anyone noticed it before?"
I took a deep breath. Although I was doubtful, I also knew what to say and what not to say in front of reporters. "It's very simple. First of all, it's people's instinctive fear. Didn't you dare to go in before? Even if
Those who went in were frightened and ran out as soon as they heard the cry. Even if they could get to the end, they might not find these pipes, because these pipes were hidden on the wall behind a fake hanged man, and the hanged man was
It is locked in a prison-like fence. It is relatively secretive and difficult to be discovered. Therefore, someone must have done it deliberately. If you want to seek the truth, you can go in and see for yourself, and you will know everything clearly.
There’s no need for me to explain it word for word here.”
As soon as I finished speaking, those who remembered looked at each other, and then some of them boldly rushed into the Horror City to verify my words. Of course, some of them ran directly to Zhuo Jing's car: "Mr. Zhuo.
, the truth behind the haunting is actually this, what do you think?"
"Yes, Mr. Zhuo, since someone did it deliberately, does that mean..."
"Quiet!!!"
The security guard next to Zhuo Jing suddenly shouted loudly, and those memories immediately fell silent. I looked over and watched the car door slowly open. Zhuo Jing stood up with a calm face, glanced at me and then looked at the reporters:
"Since this is the truth about the haunting, then of course my next step is to call the police. I think you all know it in your hearts now, and I don't need to explain it clearly."
After saying that, he paused and continued: "There are hundreds of employees in our Happy World plus construction workers. Of course, it is impossible for me to know every one of them and whether they are dedicated to the development of Happy World.
I heard the words of Onmyoji just now very clearly. Since it was done by someone, it must be a mole among our internal employees who deliberately smeared them. To put it lightly, this is a farce. To put it seriously, it is a bad means.
business competition.”
"Mr. Zhuo means that this haunting incident is related to the resort park, right?"
Zhuo Jing put his hands in his trouser pockets, standing as straight as a tree and looking at reporters with an expressionless face: "I never said this, but since so many friends from the media have come, I believe that they will give us a happy world and give Zhuo a happy life."
clean."
"Then what will President Zhuo do if it is found out why internal employees did what they did?"
"We have a professional team of lawyers. This is left to the lawyers to handle. If the law is violated, or if someone deliberately frames you, then we must go through legal procedures."
…
I watched Zhuo Jing deal with the reporters from a distance and a distance. Immediately afterwards, some of the reporters who had gone in to 'find out the truth' also poured out of the horror city and rushed towards Zhuo Jing to start the second round of'
Long guns and short cannons'.
He frowned slightly, the more I thought about it, the more wrong it became. Although his face had always been calm, I felt that he was a little too calm. He asked me to catch ghosts, and he knew it.
Knowing that there are so many reporters here, and besides, he has seen ghosts. If there really is a ghost, he should be more innocent than us. How can he let reporters guard here? And if there is really a ghost, then
Even if I catch him, it's hard to explain, because the nature has completely changed. Although he hasn't mentioned a word about the resort, but the big snot is always accurate. Typically, he secretly reminds reporters that this is an exclusive park.
Let him play dirty, thinking, I slowly opened my eyes. If this is the case, then there is only a little explanation. He must have known about this bamboo pipe a long time ago, so he called me here just to do it.
Just acting!!
But how can he be sure that I will find these tubes? What if I can't find them? Thinking about it, I turned back to look at Xiao Tian. Thinking about Xiao Tian's appearance when he called me in the morning, I felt a little better.
Oh, hey, Zhuo Jing, you are really wild in your ways.
"Jiaolong, look what I do."
When Xiao Tian saw me sneering at him, he couldn't help looking at me with some confusion and asked.
I reached out and pulled him to the side, cleared my throat, looked at Zhuo Jing who was still being interviewed, and said lightly: "Do you know everything?"
"ah?"
"Stop pretending."
I raised my eyes and looked at him: "You said we are friends. Now that the play is done, you should tell me the truth."
Xiao Tian twitched his lips in embarrassment and looked at me: "Tell me the truth, I don't understand what you mean."
"How could you not understand, Xiao Tian, if I never found these tubes, you would have reminded me, right?"
Xiao Tian scratched his head and said, "Oh, don't ask me. I don't know anything. It was all Mr. Zhuo's idea."
"Mr. Zhuo's idea?" An idea flashed in my mind, and something suddenly came to my mind. Now, I finally understood it.
Xiao Tian didn't want to talk to me anymore, and obviously wanted to change the subject, so he looked directly at Xiao Ke: "Xiao Ke, you fell just now, are you okay? Your pants are dirty, let's go.
Zong Bao, please help me carry Xiao Ke to my office. I have clean pants for him to change into! Otherwise, there is no way to take the car! Jiao Long, wait a moment, wait for Xiao Ke to finish changing his pants.
Let’s get in the car together and I’ll take you back.”
Xiao Ke stood there with a blushing face, and after listening to Xiao Tian's words, he actually looked at me: "Jiaolong, please don't tell anyone about this, and don't say a word to my boss."
I was completely speechless for Xiao Ke. I have never seen such a courageous man in my life. He is really not as courageous as Zong Bao's father. It was because the wind blew the dummy.
He was so frightened that he couldn't help but feel like he was crippled by the fall. His legs might have been stretched out and he didn't know what happened. He was more lame than me. He waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, you can tell me about this."
I don’t even want to say it.”
Xiao Ke looked at me and opened his mouth: "You have to remember what you said. Only the three of you know about this matter. If a fourth person knows about it, it must be the three of you who said it."
"Oh, okay, Xiaoke, no one said anything about this. Your crotch is already wet. If you don't change it for a while, others will see it!"
Xiao Tian reminded him impatiently, not daring to look at me, and he and Zong Bao hurriedly walked towards the office, holding Xiao Ke on the left and right.
I stood there, waiting to turn around, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, where are those reporters?
I raised my eyes and saw several cars driving away in the night. I was secretly surprised. This was really a quick trip. One minute the interview was in full swing, but the next minute the people were gone.
‘Didi’!!
Zhuo Jing's Passat honked twice and drove directly in front of me. Sitting in the car, Zhuo Jing said a few words without even looking at me: "Get in the car and I'll take you back."
I moved a few steps back, keeping a safe distance, and said expressionlessly: "No need."
He turned to look at me and said, "I'm in a good mood now, so don't appreciate me."
I laughed loudly and said, "Yes, of course you are in a good mood. You have directed and acted in a play yourself. A supporting actor like me who joined the show as a friend would not dare to take advantage of your director's help."
With a 'bang!' sound, he got out of the car and slammed the door behind him, then stepped forward: "What do you mean?"
Are you trying to put pressure on me? I straightened my body and didn't want to lose anything in terms of momentum. I raised my eyes and looked at him: "I don't mean anything. You know it."
He looked straight at me, and there was some dark waves in the condensed air. I was extremely unhappy at being stared at. I moved slightly sideways, but my waist tightened immediately, and my body became weightless and pressed against him. I was frightened.
I had to scream, "Are you sick?"
"I'm sick." He looked at me coldly: "You'd better not mess with me. I don't know what I can do if I'm seriously ill."
"Let go first!" I struggled with an angry look on my face: "I'm warning you, don't mess with me, or I will expose this play you directed and acted!!!"
His arm immediately exerted force, and my waist could be said to be seamlessly attached to his. As he was blushing, his head suddenly lowered, and he leaned into my ear and whispered: "You are better than before."
I'm smarter, but unfortunately, your threats have no effect on me, Lin Qiao, I want you to see what kind of person I am."
"Who are you? I don't care..." Before I could finish my words, my stomach rummaged inexplicably. It must have been because he held my waist too tightly. "Let go! I want to vomit!!"
"Want to vomit?"
Zhuo Jing's eyes turned cold for a moment: "Say it again."
"I want to vomit! You hug me and you want to vomit!!" I responded with a frown, and my stomach instantly started to tumble again.
Zhuo Jing stared at me as if he wanted to eat me, and suddenly grabbed my head with one hand: "Spit."
I felt really uncomfortable in my stomach, as if I was feeling angry, so I stretched out my hand to push him: "You're a pervert, let go! I'm really going to vomit because of you!!!"
"Mr. Zhuo!" Xiao Tian suddenly shouted from behind, and I pushed him away with a strong force. I loosened my body and staggered back a few steps, hunching over and breathing heavily.
Xiao Tian walked forward hesitantly, looked at me, and then looked at Zhuo Jing: "Mr. Zhuo... I just want to ask you if you have any other orders."
Zhuo Jing gave me a vicious look and replied, "You can get off work." After saying that, he turned around and opened the car door, raised his feet and sat directly in.
As he slammed the door, I felt a sweet sensation in my throat, and a burst of air rushed out. With a sound of "Puff!!!", I spit out a mouthful of red blood!!
"Jiaolong! You vomited blood!!!"
Xiao Tian was shocked and ran to me in a few steps. I wiped my mouth and my palms were scarlet red. What was going on? I didn't understand what was going on. I just felt that my body was suddenly suspended in the air. I opened my eyes wide.
My eyes looked at Zhuo Jing who picked me up: "What are you doing!"
Zhuo Jing looked at me with a cold face: "Idiot, you didn't tell me earlier that you were uncomfortable!!!" Then, before I could open my mouth, he put me into the car and said, "Go to the nearest hospital!!"
"I don't want to go to the hospital!" I struggled to get up: "I should... poof!!!"
This mouthful of blood was not wasted at all, it was all vomited on Zhuo Jing's chest - I covered my mouth and looked at the red flowers on his shirt that I sprayed out instantly. At that moment, my mind was short-circuited and I said directly: "
I'm sorry, my clothes are dirty, I, I didn't mean to."
Zhuo Jing stared at his red eyes and pulled off my hand, took a tissue and wiped my mouth: "Are you stupid? Are you thinking about clothes now?! Do you think vomiting blood is a trivial matter? Drive faster!!!" (Unfinished)