"President Wang!"

The female writer had a flash of inspiration, and followed Yi Wan's train of thought and called out a sonorous name. Everyone fell into a brief silence, and then looked at Host Wang who was sitting on the edge of the crowd.

Host Wang was seventeen years old at the time, with almond-shaped eyes and deep red moles under his eyes. He raised his head and argued as if he was burned, and veins popped out on his neck: "How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air..."

The truth revealed by Yi Wan not only made him wronged, but also increased his self-confidence. Since everything in this house was not ghosts or dead people, but organs, Master Wang felt that he had nothing to fear.

Female writer: "Why did he imprison you?"

Host Wang: "Because I saw it in his refrigerator..."

Host Wang paused.

If according to what Yi Wan said, all the heads in the refrigerator are just props in the haunted house...

Why did Mr. Fu lock him up and prepare to silence him?

Tell him it's just a prop...can't you?

Director Wang felt that thinking about it was terrifying again. The various conspiracies contained in Fu's house were beyond his imagination. He only said half a sentence, then stopped again because he remembered that Fu Qisheng's bodyguards had threatened him.

If Fu Qisheng really killed someone...

Master Wang didn't dare to think about it, so he didn't dare to argue anymore. When everyone saw that he had shut up, they all said "you acquiesced".

"So that's it." The staff in the camera looked like they were struck by lightning, "This show is actually just Mr. Fu's conspiracy from beginning to end."

"Reunion after breaking the mirror, setting a trap for you, imprisoning you, falling in love and killing each other, what a touching love story!" another staff member sighed.

"Can this kind of thing really be broadcast? I'm sure it won't be harmonious to the censorship bureau, or Fu Qisheng's fans will tear it apart..."

"Traffic is the hot spot, and why are the fans tearing us apart? It's not like we're forcing Fu Qisheng to imprison the host Wang."

…

"So this is the truth about this haunted house? There are no ghosts, and there are no supernatural events. Only Fu Qisheng set up a mechanism to imprison the conspiracy with... people?" Bo Jiang said.

"True or false," Fu said in unison, even I was fooled by his acting skills..."

Chi Jixia murmured in doubt, and felt that Bo Jiang was looking at him. The look was full of suspicion and admiration, which sent chills down his spine. He quickly looked away.

Zhao Ge fell on the sofa, slumped. Yi Wan found out the contract between her and Mr. Fu, which drained her of her last breath. However, she still struggled and said: "What are you talking nonsense here? Where is Mr. Fu?"

At least listen to Mr. Fu come out and explain!"

"Yes." Everyone began to wonder again, "Where is Mr. Fu?"

"That's right." said the female writer, "Ding Bihan doesn't seem to be here either..."

Yi Wan hid behind the discussion and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

No one saw his expression except standing on the other side of the living room, always paying attention to Yi Wan's movements. He looked at Yi Wan's hidden smile and vaguely felt that Yi Wan had some bad intentions.

How strange, Yu Rong thought.

Why hadn't he noticed before... that Yi Wan had so many little tricks?

In the eyes of others, Yi Wan was just an expressionless person with a plain background. Only he now saw Yi Wan's various little moves.

…

Ding Biehan completed his investigation of the basement.

In the basement, he only saw the ropes that bound the king and did not see anything related to the sacrifice formation. Bu Dingbiehan only had a brief idea and it was unclear. Fu Qisheng was cautious, so how could he leave his own casting materials in the basement.

This is more and more in line with Fu Qisheng's character in his mind.

Ding Biehan finally decided to exit the basement. He climbed up the stairs, and when he stepped on the first step, he felt a familiar burning sensation in his heart.

Ding Biehan's pupils were shaking!

Why did the unlimited streaming game start at this time!

According to the rules of the game, he will enter the game within ten minutes after his heart is burning. This is why Ding Biehan runs to the toilet as fast as possible every time and cannot bear it.

Unfortunately, he is now in the basement of Fu's house, which is off the beaten track and has no cameras... Ding Beihan naturally put the flashlight on the ground and sat by the wall, waiting for the game to arrive.

Time flies by. Since entering the game half a year ago, Ding Bihan has rarely been so calm and peaceful, entering game time. Last week, he even redeemed a prop in the game. From then on, after the game is completed,

He can return to reality instantly.

In the eyes of others, every time he entered the subtitles, he would only be in a daze on the stage for a short time.

——Of course, if he is injured in the game, his face will still be stained with blood. In Ding Beihan's opinion, just that, it is already good.

The familiar cold white light enveloped his body. Ding Bielhan closed his eyes and waited for the teleportation, and at this moment...

He heard the sound of someone running down the stairs.

"Go away, stop chasing me! The dead will go back to where the dead belong!"

The man ran angrily, followed by three translucent ghosts. The ghosts froze when they saw the cold light on Ding Biehan's body. The running man didn't know that this was due to Ding Biehan's effect, so he still turned around and mocked: "Why don't you chase me?

Where can a lonely ghost dare to treat me..."

Then he bumped into Ding Bihan like the cleaning girl in Boss Ba's novel.

The cleaning girl would pour red wine on the boss to get his attention. And Fu Qi said...

He was coerced into Ding Bielhan's world.

…

The six guests were still sitting in the hall. You looked at me and I looked at you. Among them, Host Wang, who was sitting on the sofa, shook again, still trapped in the fear of being killed and silenced.

The reaction of the staff and the police who heard the news was extremely enthusiastic. They followed Yi Wan's idea and searched Fu's house. Sure enough, they found a lot of evidence in Fu's house to prove that Mr. Fu had designed a haunted house, and even

We also unexpectedly found several contracts that proved Mr. Fu was engaging in illegal activities.

Cheating the program team, violating the program contract, illegally kidnapping and intimidating Host Wang, these unexpected contracts were enough for Fu Qisheng to be sent to prison. Host Wang was still depressed until Yi Wan sat next to him.

"President Wang..."

Master Wang didn't want to look at him at all.

"Blessings are where misfortunes depend, and misfortunes are where blessings depend. Although Mr. Fu treats you like this, don't be sad. You are destined to be the focus of this program." Yi Wan said calmly, "The audience friends must be very curious.

What does it look like to be able to make Fu Qisheng, who was once one of the top 100 handsome CEOs in Asia, fall in love so madly that he even hesitated to break the criminal law?"

Yi Wan only said these words. But Master Wang's eyes lit up.

What Yi Wan said...think about it carefully, it makes sense!

He had a plan in mind, but Yi Wan left quietly. Several responsible personnel came up to shake hands with him and said, "Are you Yi Wan? Thank you for finding out the truth about this incident."

"You can find clues to this case from such a complicated situation, and you are not afraid of danger. This young man has a promising future!"

"It's not a pity." Someone frowned, "We found no trace of Fu Qisheng in Fu's house. Maybe it's because he already knew that the matter was exposed, so he ran away..."

"Another world?"

"Haha, you really know how to joke." I laughed, and found that the person who spoke was Yi Wan.

In addition to being smart and enthusiastic, this young man also has a sense of humor.

"My surname is Wang." He and Yi Wan said, "Nice to meet you. Your name is Yi Wan, right? The surname Yi is rare."

"It's rare but common. I think the surname Wang is even rarer in this world." Yi Wan shook hands with Captain Wang.

The two looked at each other and smiled, both satisfied with each other's surnames. After greeting Captain Wang, he said to his subordinates: "Check the surrounding woods to see if Fu Qisheng has escaped in..."

At this time, they heard a miserable howl.

The fan was hidden behind a huge painting and rushed away. A man covered in blood rushed out from the middle while crawling on the ground. His feet were weak and his pupils were dilated.

"Yes... there is..."

"Isn't it Mr. Fu?" Someone with sharp eyes saw the man's face clearly.

Fu Qisheng opened his mouth. With his last glance through the crowd, he saw An Yelin standing at the end of the crowd. An Yelin's back was turned to him, and he didn't even look at him from beginning to end.

The sound of an ambulance sounded before the siren. A white vehicle carried Mr. Fu down the mountain road. This wave can make a bankrupt man wake up in a hospital bed. Facing him, it will be someone from the program team.

He was faced with a huge bill for breach of contract due to various crimes, and legal sanctions were imposed on him. The descendants of Fu's descendants were eager to master his illegal tax avoidance transactions.

He can no longer rely on the convenience of rebirth to wear a silver ring on someone he has hurt. For him, only others can wear a silver bracelet for him.

This is how Yi Wan fiddled with the threads and set the final outcome for this puppet show.

This absurd comedy that happened in Fu's house has finally come to an end. No one could have imagined its absurd beginning, its development and unexpected ending that did not match the initial expectations.

When everyone gathered at the entrance to watch Mr. Fu being dragged away on a stretcher, Yi Wanren came to the upstairs room.

Ding Bielhan was hiding in the empty room. His eyebrows were cold and stern, and there was still a slight panic in his eyes.

——Did Fu Qisheng send him off?

He opened his mouth to speak, but his face felt wet. Yi Wan stood on tiptoe and gently wiped away the blood on his face with a wet tissue.

"It's all over." Yi Wan said.

His voice was plain, but underneath it was gentleness. This gentleness was like some kind of poison or a food attractant.

Unfortunately, Ding Biehan was not aware of this. He only felt that something extremely subtle was stirring in his heart - this stirring came from, or perhaps came from, Yi Wanzhong's wet wipes.
To be continued...