Exploring live broadcast? Why doesn't it fit in with what they want to do?
Qian Fei was about to refuse, but Sang Luo next to him suddenly agreed: "Okay."
But, can it?
Qian Fei looked at Sang Luo and asked with his mind: Can this thing be exposed?
Sang Luo returned a comforting look, and he gradually felt relieved.
As long as this person says there is no problem, everything will definitely be fine.
Huo Ziliang asked: "Where are we going now?"
"Go to his house." Sang Luo pointed to Qian Fei next to him.
Huo Ziliang looked at her strangely. For some reason, there was a bit of reproach in that look, as if he was looking at a cheating best friend.
Sang Luo frowned, feeling that he had misunderstood something.
Qian Fei couldn't help but come over and asked: "Brother, what do you want to do here this time?" He knew that this person should have heard the conversation between him and Sang Luo, and he was a little suspicious of whether the other party had some identity. .
Otherwise, who could be so bold as to come here to feed a ghost?
Huo Ziliang fiddled with his camera and showed him the previous results: "Didn't you explore some supernatural ancient houses? This is also a personal hobby of mine."
"What about that? Do you have a team? Do you need to add my old friends?"
Qian Fei has a black line. Come on, this is a small internet celebrity who treats them as professional ghost hunters to please the audience.
He glanced at Sang Luo for help, but Sang Luo nodded and said with a smile: "No, just the two of us can achieve a hundred times the effect you have."
Huo Ziliang's mouth formed an "O" shape, with a look of disbelief on his face, but seeing that the expression on Sang Luo's face didn't look like he was joking, he immediately stood in awe and gave a thumbs up.
"That's cool. It seems that I have a lot to learn from you in the future."
Qian Fei hesitated to speak.
Several people quickly arrived at Qian Fei's room. Huo Ziliang sat slumped on the sofa, frowning as he didn't know who he was messaging. After posting this, his whole body felt as if he was wilted, exuding an aura of hopelessness.
When Sang Luo came downstairs to look at the terrain, the man said directly: "I can't help you."
Sang Luo looked confused, looking at him as if he was looking at a psychopath.
"Have you brought any medicine?" she asked in a gentle voice.
Huo Ziliang looked sad and angry: "If you miss a good stock, you will regret it for the rest of your life!"
Sang Luo ignored his meaningless remarks and took the initiative to ask Qian Fei about the structure and purpose of several rooms.
Unlike Sang Luo's large apartment, the house Qian Fei bought here was just for temporary residence. It only had three rooms, a master and a guest study, and the layout of the other kitchens and bathrooms were also very different from those of ordinary families.
After understanding the topographic map, Sang Luo turned around and bumped into Huo Ziliang, who was sneaking behind her.
"What are you doing?"
Huo Ziliang was very humble: "I'll learn from your formation method and improve it for us in the future. I hope to attract more fans, hehe."
He scratched his head and suddenly remembered something; "By the way, how many fans do you have."
Qian Fei had a mouthful of water stuck in his throat and almost didn't spit it out.
Sang Luo glanced at him and said calmly: "It's not much, it's still developing."
Seeing her calm and composed appearance, Huo Ziliang couldn't help but be in awe.
He is indeed a master, he hides his secrets and is still so humble?
After Sang Luo finished his inspection, he was about to go back to Qian Fei's room to prepare something, but he heard Huo Ziliang say in confusion: "Where is your seat? Don't you need to decorate this area?"
Generally speaking, the windows of the kitchen and toilet lead directly to the downstairs, which are good escape positions. It would be a pity not to arrange a camera in this place.
"It's not needed now." Sang Luo said.
Although Huo Ziliang was a little confused, he still believed Sang Luo's words subconsciously. He placed two of his mobile phones in hidden corners of the kitchen and bathroom for later editing.
Seeing Sang Luo looking over, with an indistinguishable expression on his face, he couldn't help but feel a little worried: "Is it okay if I shoot in this area? I won't take pictures of anything private in this corner, I'm just observing the room."
A smile appeared on Sang Luo's face: "Of course."
The bathroom and kitchen, one is a place with a lot of water, and the other is a place that is often stained with blood. Both are extremely cold places, and there will definitely be dirty things.
If we set up the shooting equipment in these two places, I might not be able to sleep for a week after seeing the finished product.
but……
Sang Luo's eyes fell on Huo Ziliang, and he was a little more curious about this person.
This man said that he was a ghost-hunting anchor, and he should have been to many ghostly and haunted places. Looking at how easily this man committed suicide, he has not had any accidents so far, and it seems that his materialistic ideas have not been shattered. How did he survive? of?
But soon, Sang Luo discovered that this man's yang energy seemed to be very strong. It was not that he was born at noon, as most people said, but that someone had placed something invulnerable to all ghosts.
He seems to be a blessed man.
Perhaps because Sang Luo stared at him for longer and longer, Huo Ziliang's body trembled, and a treasonous thought came to his mind: This person wouldn't be interested in him anymore, would he?
His gaze quickly averted. Sang Luo was not interested in pursuing the good luck in this man. He just said, "This house belongs to Qian Fei. If you want to go where or what you want to decorate, just ask the owner of the house."
She turned around and was about to leave, but before she took a step forward, she added: "I still have some things to deal with, which are relatively private. I hope you won't disturb me."
Huo Ziliang paused as he tried to keep up, feeling a little regretful. But then I thought about it, professions like theirs are highly competitive, a bit unique, and it’s normal for them not to be seen.
Taking advantage of this time, Huo Ziliang walked around the room again, wanting to find Xian Qianfei to ask about the format and progress of their shooting, and whether there could be someone to cooperate with them.
After searching for a long time, Huo Ziliang saw Qian Fei lying on the railing on the balcony.
"What are you doing here?" Huo Ziliang asked doubtfully.
At this time, shouldn't he arrange his own copywriting and planning, and adjust his own camera? Is this still a newbie, a little assistant who doesn’t know anything?
Thinking of this, Huo Ziliang felt a little more confident.
Qian Fei saw someone coming, glanced at him faintly, and then turned to look out the window.
"I'm looking at the scenery."
Huo Ziliang was confused. He felt that Qian Fei's look did not look like that stupid young man during the day, but more like a poet drinking alone against the moon.
This thought gave him chills, and he quickly walked over and asked, "The live broadcast will start soon. Aren't you going to get ready?"
"Get ready, what is there to prepare for?" Qian Fei sighed, "You don't understand my loneliness."
"..." Huo Zi only wanted to curse.
Don't you think it's disgusting for a grown man to be here in the middle of the night, joyful and sad nervously?
Qian Fei's gaze suddenly shifted to Huo Ziliang, and the light in his big eyes seemed to be a little more concentrated than before, with a strange contradictory charm: "I have a lot of troubles in my heart, do you want to listen to me? "
Huo Ziliang felt uncomfortable everywhere in his body. The moment Qian Fei's hand reached out to him, he reached out and took hold of the other person's wrist.
"What troubles can a grown man have? If you ask me, after three bottles of wine, nothing will happen."
"Come, I'll drink with you!" He pressed Qian Fei down on the sofa, took out a shelf of beer from the refrigerator, opened a can and pushed it over.
"Drink! I won't go home until I'm drunk today!"
Qian Fei seemed to be frightened and didn't respond for a while. He looked at the person in front of him with straight eyes, with a hint of weirdness, and even a hint of... resentment that he couldn't understand?
Huo Ziliang rubbed his eyes, feeling that he probably saw it wrong.
But soon, the person opposite picked up a can of wine and poured it into his mouth. He drank so hard that he almost vomited all over himself.
Huo Ziliang looked at the man next to him who was choking and coughing with disdain: "No, brother, your drinking capacity is so bad, why do you need to practice more?"
The resentment on Qian Fei's face became even worse, and he felt that the wine in his hand would change position in the next second.
Perhaps disturbed by the movement downstairs, Sang Luo's head popped out of the room.
"What are you doing?"
The room was already filled with the smell of alcohol. Huo Ziliang opened another can and was about to provoke the other person a few more times when he saw Sang Luo's eyes staring at him, almost leaving a mouthful of wine stuck in his throat.
He coughed twice: "No, it's nothing."
He pointed at Qian Fei, who was still sitting blankly beside him: "This kid has troubles in his heart. I'm going to drink with him to relieve his worries."
Sang Luo's eyes passed over his body and landed on Qian Fei, who had a stiff expression at the side. He showed a meaningful smile: "I see. It seems that you are quite a nice person."
This was the first time he was praised. Huo Ziliang felt a little elated and promised: "It's fun to help classmates and help others, so I am naturally obligated."
Sang Luo looked away, the smile on his face unchanged: "Then, the helpful Mr. Red Scarf, please accompany him for a while, I'm not ready yet."
After saying that, regardless of Huo Ziliang's answer, he closed the door directly.
Huo Ziliang: "..."
No, why did he come? Where's the promised ghost-hunting and the promised live broadcast? Why did it become a psychological interview show?
In desperation, Huo Ziliang could only place his hope on the people next to him. He turned to Qian Fei and asked: "Brother, have you done this before? What did she do in the room for so long? What else did you do? Where’s the team?”
Qian Fei didn't speak. His eyes dropped and landed on the wine can in his hand.
Huo Ziliang was stunned for a moment, looked carefully, and found that his eyes were a little cloudy, with a suspicious look on his face, and he asked tentatively: "Brother, no, are you drunk now?"
He didn't know why, but there was a vague premonition in his heart.
There’s something wrong with this money flying tonight!
