Chapter 69. [Come, I'll tell you a ghost story]

Jingle Bell, located on the highway five kilometers away from the old building where Yi Feiyang was shooting, there is a small bar. This bar is mainly opened for the convenience of drivers on the road, and belongs to the type of highway restaurant.

On this day, a guy with a camera around his neck came from outside, holding a cigarette, fluffy hair, and wearing a crooked tie.

"Hey man, get me a whiskey, well, better with some more ice." The downcast reporter raised his hand and said.

Originally, as one of the most promising entertainment reporters of the newspaper, Ingle could have comfortably found material in the bustling Hollywood, instead of coming to this kind of desolate place where the chronology does not, not only without foreign workers, but also without interview highlights.

But who made him unlucky, he bumped into the damn editor-in-chief and the female secretary cheating together, and he, out of the habit of a reporter, couldn't help but spread the news, so the editor-in-chief's wife came to the door and directly slapped the female secretary and scolded: "Bitch! ”

In the United States, cheating, slandering, verbal abuse, and assault are basically a series of action scenes.

It is conceivable that the most unlucky thing is that the editor-in-chief was repaired by his wife, and he was also sued by the lawyer, and the secretary Xiaosan proposed financial compensation to him......

The editor-in-chief is a very grudge-holding person, for Ingle, he simply "loves" to death, so the originally talented and most promising guy was sent to this marginal area, either to interview some widows cheating, or to interview some drivers to pay their bills, or the kitten jumped into a tree and couldn't get down, or the wild dog was run over by a big truck......

"Shit! Is this my future?! Ingle sullenly drank whiskey.

Suddenly, a voice came from the side.

"Hey man, could you please have a drink?"

Ingle looked back, only to see an old black man looking at him with a grin, or rather, at the wine in his glass.

"It's an alcoholic." Ingle thought to himself, ignoring it.

The old black man, but he was not ashamed, he had no intention of leaving, rubbed his nose, and said, "Hey, look at you, you should be a reporter, right?" ”

Ingle, who was in a bad mood, snorted coldly and did not reply.

The old black man grinned again, made a mysterious gesture, and said, "Hey, I said man, don't be so cool...... By the way, do you want some good breaking news? ”

"With you, there is also breaking news?" Ingle gave him a contemptuous look and finally said something.

"Hehe, whether this news is good or not, I don't know, but for you, at most, you can lose a glass of wine, maybe you can get an unexpected gain." The old black man sat directly next to Ingle.

Ingle turned his mind, suddenly snapped his fingers, and beckoned to the boss: "Give him, and have a glass of wine!" ”

"Hehe, thanks, man! Mine doesn't need to be on the rocks, well, it's better to be pure, that would be flavorful! The old black man smiled like a chrysanthemum.

……

"Wow, what a good wine, that's a lot of energy!" The old black man wiped his mouth in relief, and he almost drained a glass of whiskey.

"This old man has a good amount of wine." Ingle said in his heart. "Okay, friend, you've drunk the wine too, what do you have to tell me?"

"Look, you're in a hurry, hehe. In fact, in this barren mountain and wilderness, there is really no good news...... However, I heard that a crew was filming in an old house nearby recently......"

Ingle scoffed, "The crew is filming? Is this news? My God, don't you know that this is Hollywood, and there are a lot of things to do filming! "Ingle was already sure that this was an old drunkard who cheated on drinking. Damn, I believed it.

"Hehe, don't worry, friend, I haven't finished my sentence yet...... the old black man burped, then put an old face close to Ingle, and said sneakily: "Do you know the way, I heard that this crew was filming...... I've met a ghost! ”

The last sentence made Ingle raise his eyebrows involuntarily.

Encounter a ghost?!

Really?!

Ingle, who had no hope for this kind of gossip, suddenly became interested.

Seeing that Ingle pricked up his ears and waited for him to continue, the old black man closed his mouth very slyly, and then shook the wine glass, "Wow, this wine is so good, but it's a pity that after only one sip, there is no ......"

Ingle took out a dollar bill, "Boss, give me another drink here!" ”

……

Holding the refilled whiskey, the old black man took a sip of it, and then let go of his intoxicated brow and said: "I also heard from others, there is a crew of "Ghost Shadow" who came to the old building nearby to film, and then, their crew encountered something terrifying...... In the middle of the night, they hear people crying secretly, white figures appear in the windows, faucets run quietly, and there is a sudden power outage in the room...... Anyway, it's scary, yes, even I'm getting goosebumps right now. ”

"Hmph, these are just some ordinary rumors, maybe the people in their crew are doing ghosts themselves." Ingle is a veteran journalist, well-informed, and has met a crew who claims to have "encountered ghosts" before, and asked him to do an interview, the purpose of which is to do publicity.

"Oh, no, no, no! God, you don't know what to do, that old building, there is a very scary legend. The old black man shook his head, "Do you know that a long time ago, there were dead people there!" ”

"Ever died?" Ingle's cold heart warmed up again, compared to the "hell" crew, this "dead" house is more convincing. And Inger knows very well that American readers are most interested in those "haunted houses", "haunted buildings", "haunted villas" and so on, if it is really like what the old man in front of him said, if it is not good, there is really an article to write here.

"Tell me, what kind of accident is?" Ingle asked.

"Oh, that's a long story." The old black man took a sip of the liquor and told a terrible story.

It is said that the desolate old building was originally built 50 years ago, and it has been renovated many times in the past ten years. Legend has it that the owner of this old building was originally a drug ~ trafficker who fled from Mexico to the United States, because he was rich, he was extravagant and luxurious when he built it, and there was a mysterious basement hidden, and many smugglers~ The stolen money of drugs was hidden in the dark room of this house. Later, the drug~ dealer family was killed, and the bodies were all hidden, and it was said that he was a terrorist killer from Mexico, in order to recover the stolen money...... Then it became desolate. Occasionally, people rent, strange things happen frequently, pythons, mice, frogs continue to emerge one after another, there is often blood seepage in the room and bathroom, the house is full of wind gusts, phantoms are building, and the people who rent here are not scared away......

I have to say that this old black man is really good at telling stories, full of emotion, and the important thing is to grasp the plot very accurately, even a veteran like Ingle, who likes to arrange stories in the newspaper, is attracted by him.

It's a pretty good ghost story, if it's true...... Countless thoughts flashed through Ingle's mind.

Why would Americans like "vampires", "zombies", and "werewolves"?!

To put it bluntly, they are very curious.

And this haunted house legend is exactly what readers will be appetizing.

"Is everything you just said true?" Ingle forced his heart to be excited, and asked the old black man.

"Oh, well, I said, I just heard...... yes, man, I've never seen a ghost! Damn, who knows what those ghosts are like? The old black man took a sip of his wine.

Ingle was already super interested, "Dear friend, can I ask you a favor?" ”

"What?" The old black man looked at him, "Say, as long as I can do it, I will help you, if nothing else, I will invite you to these two glasses of wine from me!" ”

"I'd love to go to the set and have a look, yes, look at that old building you're talking about, um, how's that? Can you help me? ”

"Well...... Well, it's not that far from here anyway, but I'm not going to go near that damn place, only those fools would be filming there. ”

……

Driving an old Ford, the old black man took Ingle to the old building.

More than a hundred meters away, the old black man said: "Look, it's the old building, see it, those guys who are walking around are filming people, ha, these unlucky guys, I don't know what kind of place I rented!" ”

"Thank you, really, thank you!" Ingle got out of the car, "I might be back in an hour or so, can you pick me up?" ”

"This ......"

Just as the old black man hesitated, Ingle came over for $50 and said, "Help, man, it's hard to get a taxi around here, you can wait here for a while, I'll be back in a minute." ”

"Ha, you're so polite! Go ahead, I'll just soak up the sun here...... It's a rare good weather! The old black man put the money in his pocket, kind, kind, and helpful, and said with a smile.

"Okay, we're done." Ingle had no worries, and with a camera around his neck, he walked towards the legendary "haunted house".

Behind him, the old black man was triumphant, God, my dear Yi Guess was really good, he made $50 for nothing, and drank two glasses of wine. This stupid journalist, hehe!

……

Ahead, Yi Feiyang was arranging for someone to prepare to shoot the next set of shots, and suddenly, there was a commotion.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?"

"Are you secretly filming?"

"Damn it, get the camera!"

……

I saw Cindy and the others surrounding an unkempt man, yelling.

"What's wrong?" Yi Feiyang walked over and asked.

"We saw him shooting here with a camera, and we suspected that he was a reporter!" Cindy said to Yi Feiyang.

Ingle was surrounded by people, and was worried that he couldn't find the leader's explanation, when he saw Yi Feiyang coming, "Hey, man, this is a misunderstanding." ”

"Misunderstanding?" Yi Feiyang frowned.

"Yes, yes, I'm a journalist...... But I'm not secretly filming your crew, I'm filming this old building. ”

Ingle tried to explain things clearly.

If Yi Feiyang and others ignore him and shoot indiscriminately here, maybe Ingle will wonder if they want to take the opportunity to hype; But now it seems that the other party doesn't mean this at all, so it is necessary to explain it clearly so as not to misunderstand.

"Photographing this old building? I'm sorry, my crew has already been rented here, so, I'm sorry, you'd better get out of here......" Yi Feiyang made a look that he didn't want to deal with the other party.

Ingle is in a hurry, what is the broken crew, many crews invited me to go, I am not happy, you still drive me away?

"Hi friend, I'm really interested in this building...... Why don't we discuss it, can you help me introduce the story of this building, and by the way, I will help you do an interview on this drama? ”

Yi Feiyang, who was about to turn around and leave, stopped.

As soon as Ingle saw the play, he said again: "Maybe you are still doubting my identity, you see, this is my business card, I am a reporter from the Los Angeles "Entertainment Star", my name is Ingle." Yes, friend, I'm a professional entertainment journalist, and I think it's interesting that you're filming in such a spooky place...... I've heard, I've just heard that you've encountered something strange, or something supernatural, and I'm ...... Hot! ”

Yi Feiyang smiled, "Okay, since you are so sincere, then I can talk about it." ”

……

As a journalist, in addition to reporting the news truthfully, what is more important is to have the ability to render an originally inconspicuous story into a well-known event.

As a veteran journalist, Ingle undoubtedly has this talent and means.

So when Yi Feiyang connected the "Ghost Shadow" filmed by his crew with this old building that is said to be "haunted", he immediately activated Mr. Ingle's rich imagination.

What vampire-style "Four Hundred Years of Horror", what supernatural "Ghost Haunted House", all kinds of bizarre materials came out of his mind, and he couldn't help but "enrich" the story that Yi Feiyang said.

In this world, there are no ghosts and ghosts, but some people who are so idle that they have come up with a number of shocking ghost stories in order to please those low-level readers.

Mr. Ingle is a good journalist, and because he is a good journalist, he will capture the hearts of readers even more, and add oil and vinegar to the stories he hears and cook them into a big meal.

For example, now, Yi Feiyang only briefly and implicitly told him about the "weird" events encountered in the shooting, and Mr. Ingle immediately spontaneously and consciously associated "ghosts and monsters".

God, what good fodder this is!

Ingle, who was well aware of the reader's interest, was completely shocked by the news revealed by Yi Feiyang.

There is no shortage of all kinds of haunted houses in the United States, and there is no shortage of all kinds of haunted house stories, but what is missing is this kind of "real" shooting opportunity.

Let's ask, isn't it enough gimmick for a crew to encounter a ghost while filming?

Ingle's brain was definitely fast enough, and in a short period of time, he understood that he had encountered a strong revelation.

Of course, this revelation is like a time bomb, it needs someone to detonate it, and if it is done well, it will attract attention and directly make headlines in the entertainment section.

Yes, this person can only be himself.

Ingle thought.

Who else is me, Ha Luha, my hard life is finally going to take a turn!

(My mother has only been hospitalized for three days, and the amount of consumption shown by the hospital has reached more than 2,000, whether it is water infusion, or water infusion, what penicillin, soil spores...... I don't understand why the medical expenses are so expensive now, but fortunately there is also NCMS. But what about the really poor, who can't afford to be sick, so they can only bring their own coffins...... I saw a man squatting on the ground crying, his wife's medical expenses could not be reimbursed! )