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Chapter 294 Possessed by Evil
Chapter 294 Possessed by Evil
Du Yun, who was listening nearby, was dumbfounded. "What's going on with this community?"
"Xie Qingdu is dead, so why is he still here?"
"And what else does Fang Shuo know?"
“Fang Shuo has found a way to make himself famous.” Yan Xun thought for a moment. “The editor told him to keep going around learning from others and not to write in isolation, so that his writing wouldn’t feel relatable.”
"He knew the master because the editor said that this person knew a lot about strange people and things."
Fang Shuo heard about the methods of stealing luck and changing names from the master, and from the other party's blog, it can be seen that Fang Shuo has long held a grudge against Xie Qingdu, and even became suspicious, thinking that Xie Qingdu liked Lin Wen.
"I'll go back first," Yan Xun said.
Yan Xun left, but did not go home immediately. Instead, he went to the houses with red roofs.
He observed the houses, carefully examining the double happiness symbols on the windows that hadn't completely fallen off, until his actions were noticed by the house owners.
The man knocked on the railing a few times. "Is there something you need?"
He asked Yan Xun.
Yan Xun looked somewhat flustered. "I'm sorry, I'll leave now."
"Are you the new neighbor?" The man put down the gardening shears he was using to trim the plants. "I haven't seen you before."
“Yes.” Yan Xun nodded, pointing to his white-roofed house. “I live there. I just moved here not long ago.”
Perhaps finding the homeowner easy to communicate with, Yan Xun breathed a sigh of relief and started talking, "I noticed that many houses here have the same roof color."
“The windows on the red roof are all decorated with the character ‘囍’ (double happiness),” he told the homeowner. “The newlywed couple who moved in with us also live in the red-roofed house.”
He said somewhat embarrassedly, "So I was wondering if houses with red roofs are only for newlyweds."
“This is actually a community tradition,” the man said, standing at the gate of the yard. “Would you like to come in and take a look?”
"May I?"
“Of course,” the man said. “Could you bring in the newspapers from the door for me?”
Yan Xun noticed the newspaper in the mailbox by the door. He casually pulled it out and entered the red-roofed house through the open courtyard gate.
The man had carefully tended to the garden and invited Yan Xun to sit down in the courtyard.
"To be honest, when I saw you just now, I was worried that you were a paparazzi," he said somewhat embarrassedly.
"Paparazzi?" Yan Xun looked at the man. "Are you a celebrity?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to question you."
The man chuckled and said, "I know what you mean, I certainly don't look like a celebrity."
"But my other half is."
As he said this, a sweet smile appeared on his face. "But this happened before we got married."
He told Yan Xun, "When we decided to start a family, he also decided to retire from the entertainment industry."
Yan Xun looked puzzled, seemingly not understanding why the other man's wife had made this decision.
“Everyone thinks he should continue to develop his career; he’s a talented person,” the man told Yan Xun. “But he said he’d rather stay with me.”
Yan Xun looked at him. "Are you a screenwriter?"
"Or the director?"
All he knew were jobs that allowed him to get in touch with celebrities.
“No, not at all,” the man said. “I’m just an ordinary office worker.”
He told Yan Xun, "We were high school classmates."
“We separated for a while because of some things.” He looked at Yan Xun. “After he retired from the entertainment industry, some paparazzi were still interested in our lives and wanted to know who I was…”
"After finding out the address, I often come here to try my luck."
He said to Yan Xun, "Fortunately, many houses here have red roofs."
"Furthermore, none of the houses in the community have house numbers, making it difficult for outsiders to identify who lives in each house, except for the community residents."
He explained to Yan Xun, "I saw you standing there for a long time just now, and I thought you were a paparazzi too..."
He gave a slightly apologetic look. "I was just being paranoid."
Yan Xun waved his hand, indicating that the other party didn't need to worry about it.
Just then, a window upstairs opened, and a man leaned out, looking down at Yan Xun and another person sitting downstairs.
"Friends?" he asked.
"No, new neighbor."
The other person nodded knowingly and closed the window, seemingly uninterested in what the two were talking about.
Yan Xun glanced upstairs, then looked at the other person, "Your other half?"
"Yes..." he said, then turned to Yan Xun and said, "Can't you accept this?"
"I'm just a little surprised." Yan Xun thought for a moment, "Do your colleagues know about your marriage partner?"
"They don't know I'm married."
"All I know is that I have a boyfriend with whom I get along quite well," he told Yan Xun.
"What did he do after retiring from the entertainment industry?" Yan Xun asked curiously. "Did he become an office worker too?"
“He’s resting at home for now,” the man said.
Just then, some noise came from upstairs; the other person's ex-boyfriend, a celebrity, was calling his name.
"Xing Mingzhi".
"Come up."
"I'll go upstairs first," the man said to Yan Xun.
Yan Xun stood up and said it was getting late and he had to go back.
The man saw Yan Xun out of the courtyard, then took the newspaper and walked into the house.
Yan Xun watched his retreating figure for a while, recalling a news article from the newspaper he had just read.
It is said that today is the third anniversary of the death of a certain celebrity. He was murdered not long after retiring from the entertainment industry. The murderer was his live-in partner, Xing. However, when he was discovered, Xing had also committed suicide.
The two died in a riverside apartment purchased by the celebrity, not in a villa with a red roof.
……
When Yan Xun returned home, Lou Yanchuan had already found some records in the storage room.
“This record is quite close.” He handed a notebook to Yan Xun.
Yan Xun looked at the page that Lou Yanchuan had opened.
The text describes a bizarre incident that happened recently. It's about a boy who was brought to the hospital by his mother for help because she was possessed by an evil spirit.
According to the mother, her child had always been well-behaved since he was a child. However, when she was cleaning his bedroom, she found torn bird wings under the bed.
The mother then secretly observed the boy and discovered that he had done more than that.
Several times she woke up in the middle of the night to find her child standing by the bed with a knife, and no response when she called him, muttering unintelligible words.
She was terrified, so she secretly recorded the conversation on her phone.
Afterwards, I checked online and found that the boy was actually speaking the local dialect of a village, and it was a habit of people from at least 3 or 40 years ago. Young people don't speak like that anymore; only people in their 5s or 60s in the village understand it.
Neither she nor the boy had ever been to that village.
It's even less likely that they would speak that kind of colloquialism.
That's why she came to seek help, hoping to find out if her son was possessed by an evil spirit.