Chapter 221 Your face is full of stories

Chapter 221 Your face is full of stories

Chapter 221 Your face is full of stories

"So anxious!"

"Quick! Quick!"

"Wait a minute, my clothes and the car window are not closed yet."

"I'll drive, you sit in the passenger seat!"

Regardless of Smurf's unhappy face, Tan Wenjie dragged her out of the driver's seat and forced her into the passenger seat.

"Here, no one is faster than the paparazzi!"

Smurf: "Is this something to be proud of?"

The car ejected.

Into the night.

Tonight, when he was discussing supernatural events with the Smurfs, he suddenly received a call from Feng Youjing, saying that he had found the so-called Ghost Story Association and had an invitation letter. He then walked out while getting dressed. Everything that had just happened was just an ordinary communication between friends.

"What's wrong?" Tan Wenjie adjusted the rearview mirror and found a motorcycle flashing behind him, as if it was trying to overtake.

The Smurf rolled his eyes at him and said, "I tore two pairs of my stockings, FALKE. They were very expensive."

"We are all brothers." Tan Wenjie said righteously, "What's wrong with good brothers helping each other?"

He is upright and incorruptible, but his values ​​are distorted, he is lazy and doesn't know the difference between grains. It's not that he is lustful, he just likes to be polite.

A motorcycle sped past the window.

He also turned around and gave Tan Wenjie the middle finger.

"He's going to die."

"Saw."

Both of them had the ability to see ghosts and spirits, and they saw a female ghost with a man's face smashed in the back seat of the motorcycle.

"Do you want to help?"

"Respect the fate of others, and he won't die on this road."

The car suddenly became quiet for a while.

After the incident between Huasheng and Hua Yuemei, Tan Wenjie has been busy. He suspected that the person who helped Hua Yuemei to successfully kill someone and then reincarnate was related to the director mentioned by Yu Huiqi, and that both parties had similar purposes.

It’s all about the story.

Ghost Story Association.

Ring, ring, the cell phone rings.

Tan Wenjie answered the phone.

"It's me, Ajie, where are you?"

"Yuan Xiaomin?"

The search for a substitute has failed. Could it be that the director is coming again?

"Did something happen?" Tan Wenjie asked.

The Smurf next to him also pricked up his ears and moved closer to the other side of Tan Wenjie's phone. In this era, there is no privacy when making mobile phone calls, and the sound can be clearly heard in a quiet environment.

"I am afraid."

"Something came to your door?"

"Ah, don't scare me, no, I'm just scared." Yuan Xiaomin pleaded, "Can you come and accompany me? I've broken up and I live alone now."

So proactive?

"No, I have something important to do right now. If you find anything dirty or wrong, feel free to contact me. Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Tan Wenjie turned around and found that Smurf was looking out the window, but he didn't say anything and didn't think about explaining. Everyone tacitly agreed to be good brothers and not talk about feelings.

What a simple physical relationship it is, he likes it very much, it doesn't require any effort or thought.

It's just that the time is not right today, otherwise he wouldn't mind coming to the girl's house to be a hero and save her, but it's not possible now, and no one can stop him from doing his job.

"What is the important thing you are talking about?" asked the Smurf.

"Go with you to catch the dirty stuff." Tan Wenjie answered as a matter of course.

The Smurf looked at the street lamp and quickly backed away, with a slight smile on his lips.

Street parking.

Someone came over and tapped gently on the window.

Tan Wenjie lowered the car window. It was Fengyoujing. He handed over an invitation letter and whispered, "Invitation letters are difficult to get."

"what do you want?"

Work is work, and everyone has a clear price tag.

"I am currently investigating a case of suicide by charcoal burning."

"Case? You're a paparazzi, boss. Isn't it better to investigate gossip?"

Tan Wenjie felt that Fengyoujing was still very useful and didn’t want the other party to always go to his death.

"There are also gossips. A popular singer is in a coma, and a female star was disfigured by fire. And..."

"Stop, say suicide by burning charcoal."

"It's in a resort. I want to go there and take some first-hand photos." Fengyoujing lowered his voice, "There's a hot topic."

"Have you decided to submit your work to the midnight radio station?" Tan Wenjie wondered.

It is true that everyone likes news that seems to be true, but for something this "fake", instead of looking for real footage, it is better to make it up yourself. Even as a paparazzi, they still have to stick to professional ethics, which makes Tan Wenjie, as a colleague in the same field, feel very difficult to deal with.

"I want you to go with me. I heard you might see ghosts there." Feng Youjing pointed at Tan Wenjie's invitation letter. "The invitation letter to the Ghost Story Association is also mine. I'm giving you the chance."

"No need, why don't you go by yourself. I'd feel embarrassed to steal your news." Tan Wenjie shook his head.

When the Fengyoujing goes, you can just follow quietly. You know which way the door opens, so you will know how to get in.

"Brother Jie, please help me." Fengyoujing Fly rubbed his hands, "Please tell me if you need anything!"

"Help me find someone from Huangshan Village, named Li Qiang."

"Go through fire and water, Brother Jie!"

The Fengyoujing lackey saluted at the side of the road and watched the car drive away.

With the previous experience of Hua Yuemei, it was hard for Tan Wenjie not to suspect that Chu Renmei's tragedy was also a man-made script.

Smurf took the invitation.

"There's a party tonight."

"Well, I'll go in by myself, and you stay outside."

The Ghost Story Association's party was held in a high-end club. From the outside, there seemed to be nothing wrong. Tan Wenjie, dressed in formal attire, appeared fully prepared to attend a high-end party.

He arrived early and there were not many people there.

Take out the invitation letter and your journey will be smooth.

There is a glass door after entering the main entrance. When you push the door open, you will see a long European-style table with knives and forks on it. When Tan Wenjie pushed the door open, some people's eyes stayed on his face, but they quickly looked away.

Tan Wenjie glanced around and saw that they were all ordinary people.

They acted like the upper class, chatting while drinking, but to Tan Wenjie's ears, their conversation sounded somewhat bloody.

A human head in a soy sauce jar.

He was putting makeup on the woman in the funeral home, but because he was too obsessed with her, he chose to let her go more peacefully and decided to lie down and be cremated instead of the corpse.

Whip girl.

and many more.

"Hello sir."

A middle-aged man came over. He was wearing a neat suit and had a calm smile on his face. He nodded and greeted Tan Wenjie when he saw him.

"Hello." Tan Wenjie still held the invitation in his hand, "This is my first time here."

"We always welcome newcomers." The middle-aged man smiled. "This is the Weird and Incredible Personal Experience Association. I'm the president. We all get together to tell stories. The stories must be bizarre and attractive enough to gain the approval of as many people as possible."

"What will happen if we get recognition?" asked Tan Wenjie.

The man in front of him was a little different, with a hint of resentment on him. He found the right place.

"It's a heart-warming joy to have your story recognized, isn't it?" "You're right." Tan Wenjie nodded.

"The party may not start for a while." The president raised his left hand. "Before that, you can communicate freely. Everyone likes to chat with others."

"I also like chatting with others." Tan Wenjie nodded.

Another person arrived, and the president nodded apologetically to Tan Wenjie: "Sorry, excuse me."

Tan Wenjie was right. He liked chatting with others, but he was not sure whether others were willing to listen to him.

There was a man in front with a mole on his face. He was spitting all over the place and talking so much that others were afraid to approach him. But he was very excited and kept pulling others to tell stories, like a sprinkler truck.

Tan Wenjie met the other person's eyes and subconsciously stopped.

"Have you heard my story?"

"No, your face tells a story."

"My name is Big Mole." The man stretched out his hand to shake hands with Tan Wenjie, "I'm an exorcist."

"sharp."

"Don't dare to take it seriously."

The big mole lowered his voice and said to Tan Wenjie: "There is something wrong here. If you entered here accidentally, you'd better leave quickly, otherwise you will be trapped and there will be no way out."

"Thank you, I was being careless on purpose."

Big mole: “?”

This person seems to be a little abnormal.

"Ding Ding~"

The president of the Ghost Story Association walked to the front of the stage with a cup and tapped it gently to attract the attention of everyone present.

"Thank you all for coming to this gathering. We have two new friends here this time." The president looked at Tan Wenjie and Big Mole.

Everyone present smiled and applauded.

He has a smile on his face, but the upper half of his face doesn't show a smile, only his mouth is smiling, which is very strange.

"Hahaha, hello everyone, I'm Big Mole!" Big Mole raised his hand to greet.

Tan Wenjie just nodded slightly.

"Please take your seats."

He could be sure that everyone present was alive. Some of them had resentment, but they were not haunted by ghosts. It was more like they were ghosts in human form, which was very strange.

To find out the specific situation, we need to kidnap one and do some research.

"What are you thinking about?" He sat next to Tan Wenjie, "You look scary."

"I was thinking of kidnapping someone lucky later."

"Hahahaha." Big Mole laughed, "It's not funny at all."

The president continued to speak, drawing everyone's attention to himself: "I have three things to say here. The first is that there will be an election for the president next month. Anyone interested in running for president can come to me to sign up and tell a story next month. The person who gets the most recognition from everyone can become the president."

Everyone nodded.

"The second thing is that the European chef we booked earlier didn't make it, but we have a local chef, and I believe the taste won't disappoint you." The president smiled, "The good news is that the European chef will come next time, just in time for everyone to eat delicious Alpine goat after the election."

The mood of the crowd immediately became enthusiastic.

Tan Wenjie noticed that the members who had resentment were the most anxious. They had been smiling calmly, but now they were wiping the saliva from the corners of their mouths with handkerchiefs.

"The third thing I want to tell my two new friends is that if you want to officially join the association, you can try to tell a story that is moving enough today. As long as one-tenth of the people present raise their hands, you will be accepted."

One tenth present?

There are only twenty people in total, so it’s not difficult.

President: "Any questions? If not, I'll let the chef know to prepare."

The crowd shook their heads.

The storytelling officially began. A member who had no grudges came on stage and narrated a murder case. The story was full of twists and turns. Tan Wenjie felt like he was listening to a midnight ghost story, but the expressions of the people present were silent.

Members who had no resentment were better, but those who had resentment had no expression at all.

When the story was finished, no one applauded.

The previous harmonious atmosphere seemed like an illusion.

The second member came on stage to tell a story.

"You have a terrible eloquence." Big Mole whispered in Tan Wenjie's ear.

Tan Wenjie nodded.

His eloquence is really bad. He even made a murder case sound like plain water. Moreover, compared with the first person, not only was there no introduction, development, climax and ending, but even the most important "suspense" part was mentioned at the very beginning.

"Pay attention, this person is the murderer. Of course, you can also pretend that he is not the murderer..." The second member was still telling the story passionately, but perhaps he was the only one who was passionate.

Tan Wenjie felt like dozing off after listening to it.

He turned around and looked around, and found that the expressions of the members without resentment were similar to his own. They all felt bored, but the reactions of the members with resentment were completely opposite. They seemed to have been attracted by the story.

When the story was finished, there was thunderous applause.

The second member smiled, bowed, and walked off the stage with a smug smile on his face.

"New friend, would you like to give it a try?" the president asked with a smile.

Big Mole shook his head.

Although he doesn't have many brushes, he still has two, so one try is enough for today.

Tan Wenjie beside him stood up.

"You want to join?" Big Mole was surprised.

"I'm not very good at telling stories," said Tan Wenjie.

After he came on stage, he told the story of Hua Yuemei and the female ghost Xiaodie, starting with the police discovering the pervert. He excluded his own part and had the first pause when Ada stabbed her forehead with a wooden stick.

Pause intentionally to leave a breath.

Tan Wenjie turned to look at the members and found that everyone was looking at him, including the president.

He began to understand a little bit about what the Ghost Story Association was all about.

However, there was a person who looked at him and stared at him. Although he was well disguised, an ordinary person would be exposed when facing an extraordinary person like Tan Wenjie, unless he was an excellent actor.

The story is over.

Xiaodie gave up on revenge, although Tan Wenjie thought this ending was terrible.

There was thunderous applause.

The president smiled and said to Tan Wenjie: "It seems that there is no need to vote. Welcome to join the association."

"Thank you." Tan Wenjie nodded, walked down the stage and sat back down in his seat.

The big mole came over immediately and asked, "Brother, why does what you just said sound like a murder case a while ago?"

"It's a murder case."

"Wait, doesn't that mean..." Big Mole's mind was working quickly.

"No one appreciates made-up stories, no matter how well they are told," Tan Wenjie said. "Real stories get applause, and the more brutal and bizarre the stories are, the more applause they get."

"The baked snails are ready, please enjoy them," said the president.

The big mole next to Tan Wenjie was rubbing his hands.

“It looks very high-end.”

"Yes."

Tan Wenjie's yin and yang saw the food cart being pushed up, which exuded a strong sense of resentment and was so dark that it distorted his vision.

When I opened the lid, I saw the baked snails on the plate had twisted and struggling faces.

One of them was placed in front of Tan Wenjie.

"Eyes?" Tan Wenjie looked at the others.

The first one to move the fork was the president.

He opened his mouth and swallowed the "baked snail", and the resentment in his body surged and grew rapidly.

(End of this chapter)