The Spirit Medium Painter
The words I just said were heartfelt, but I didn't expect that they would have other uses.
I saw Cheng Yan giving me a thumbs-up, praising me as a person with a sense of justice.
Huang Xin, on the other hand, seemed to be criticizing me but was actually praising me, saying, "Wow, you're not so timid after all. I thought you were a coward, turns out you have quite a strong sense of justice, how unexpected."
"Hehe," I forced a laugh, covering up my embarrassing self.
Although I had concealed my cowardice in front of Huang Xin and Cheng Yan these days, thinking it was seamless, it turned out to be exposed. This made me very embarrassed.
While the two women were praising me, Yang Xian'er became anxious. She grabbed Da Jinya's hand and pleaded, "Mister, please help me get rid of this dirty thing. I'm really scared. As for whether this spirit has something to say, it doesn't matter now that we're dead."
Da Jinya was moved, this guy had a special affection for Yang Xian'er. He even had a poster of Yang Xian'er on the wall in his Harbin home.
I was afraid that Da Jinya wouldn't be able to hold back and agreed to help Yang Xian'er, which would complicate things.
Fortunately, Da Jinya was also aware of the bigger picture. He smirked and said to Yang Xian'er, "Oh wow, Xian'er sister, I really want to help you, and I can indeed get rid of this spirit. But I am a spirit myself, I have to listen to the spirits' orders, it's useless for you to ask me, go ask him."
After speaking, Da Jinya pointed to me, pushing all the trouble onto me.
Yang Xian'er looked at me with a pitiful look, from her big, watery eyes, I could see her thoughts - to hell with whatever the spirit has to say, just get rid of it. After all, the person is dead anyway, what's there left to say?
I said seriously, "Miss Yang Xian'er, I sympathize with your situation, but my father and grandfather have always emphasized that spirits are the continuation of human life. Respecting spirits is the same as respecting people. I cannot do as you say. But I assure you, today or tomorrow, I will help you resolve everything, alright?"
"Can you really do it?" Yang Xian'er had no choice but to hope that I would resolve the gaze clinging to her as soon as possible.
I said yes, and Yang Xian'er did not insist on eliminating the spirit following her.
"What do we do now?" Da Jinya asked me.
I said let me think about it.
This matter is somewhat suspicious. A big star suddenly got involved with a 'yin' spirit that doesn't harm her.
Something strange is going on in this matter.
"Are you sure that the 'yin' spirit is always following you?" I asked Yang Xian'er.
Yang Xian'er nodded and said she vouched for the fact that the 'yin' spirit was following her all the time because these days, no matter where she went, she always felt like there were eyes behind her, staring at her.
"Yeah, let me think." I pondered, starting to analyze: Since it is always following you and not harming you, this indicates that the 'yin' spirit had a close relationship with you before it died.
"What do you mean?" Yang Xian'er's eyes showed some panic.
I reassured her and asked if there had been any recent deaths in her family or close friends.
Yang Xian'er said there were none. Her parents were living well, she had a younger sister who was in school, and other than that, she didn't have any particularly close friends.
"Oh, right...." Yang Xian'er seemed to remember something but hesitated and didn't continue.
I could tell that Yang Xian'er had something to say, so I patiently guided her: Miss Yang, I am a 'yin' summoner. You can also consider me as a psychologist. I hope you don't hide anything from me.
"Alright, the person is me..." When Yang Xian'er wanted to confess, a woman with gold-rimmed glasses and well-dressed walked into the room and interrupted Yang Xian'er from speaking further.
Coughing, the woman with glasses said, "Yang Yang, what's in the past is in the past. Don't bring it up again. Besides, you haven't been in contact with that person for five or six years. Why bring him up? It doesn't help."
After scolding Yang Xian'er, the woman introduced herself to me: "Hello, I'm Li Muzi, Yang Yang's agent. Anything related to her future development, I must intervene."
This woman had a strong control over Minghui and was difficult to deal with. Most importantly, she was tight-lipped. I asked several questions, but she effortlessly redirected the conversation, truly living up to the role of a star's agent.
Finally, I cleared my throat and stopped questioning Yang Xian'er and Li Muzi since I couldn't get anything out of them. I had to rely on my own understanding of the 'yin' spirit to judge the situation.
Resting my chin on my hand, I walked around the room, contemplating the keywords of this matter.
"A 'yin' spirit that doesn't harm people, always following, eyes constantly on Yang Xian'er, persisting for over ten days."
Hmm, "persisting for over ten days"? Were there any unusual events before these symptoms started?
I asked Yang Xian'er again: When you first started feeling like someone was watching you, did anything special happen?
When I mentioned something special, a mist seemed to gather in Yang Xian'er's eyes. She kept her head down, sounding as if she wanted to cry and didn't want to elaborate further.
I guessed that Yang Xian'er surely remembered that special event, but it was something she couldn't share, especially in the presence of Li Muzi.
Sure enough, Li Muzi walked forcefully over to me, pushed her glasses, and said, "Do you have any solid evidence? If you do, get rid of this 'yin' spirit quickly. Do you know how much work Yang Yang has every day? Do you know how many film contracts are waiting for her? Who has time to be with a quack like you?"
"Your words are unpleasant. Being an agent doesn't make you exceptional. Let me tell you, not just a small agent like you, ask around the entire entertainment industry. How many famous directors and company bosses know my name, Li Shanshui? What agency are you from? Tell me, and I'll call your boss and let him know that you have such a bully in your ranks." I was also not easy to deal with. Li Muzi had gone too far repeatedly in front of me.
Giving her a piece of my mind, Li Muzi immediately backed down, turned her face away, and fell silent.
Cheng Yan and Huang Xin probably couldn't bear Li Muzi's strong presence either. Seeing me scold Li Muzi so aggressively, the two girls secretly gave me thumbs up.
I comforted Yang Xian'er again, asking her to share what she knew. All these were clues, and with clues, I could probably think more clearly.
However, Yang Xian'er refused to speak any further, just lowering her head and wiping her tears secretly.
Since I couldn't get anything out of her no matter what, I had to summon a 'yin' spirit. I needed someone to help me understand the ins and outs of this matter.
I told Yang Xian'er, "Miss Yang, if there's something you don't want to say, I won't force you. How about this, I'll make sure the 'yin' spirit following you is someone you are familiar with. I'll find someone to draw their appearance, and then you can recognize them, okay?"
"Huh? Draw their appearance? Can you see them?" Yang Xian'er asked.
Of course, I couldn't see them. I hadn't been able to use my clairvoyant ability for a week since I arrived in Harbin. If I could see, would there be so many twists and turns in this matter?
"I can't see, and the person I find also can't see, but he can still draw it." I smiled, wondering why someone could draw a 'yin' spirit's appearance but not see it? This was a difficult question to explain, so I could only let the facts speak for themselves.
"Hey, Xiao Li, are you looking for Rabbit Brother's two chair? Don't do that, let me handle the job, I need the money," Big Front Teeth already knew who I was looking for and tried to persuade me on the side.
"Stay aside, I'll summon Rabbit Brother, and we'll split the money later." I scolded Big Front Teeth, who valued money above all else.
"Rabbit Brother? Two chair? Who is this person? So many nicknames," Cheng Yan was curious and asked Big Front Teeth.
Big Front Teeth smiled awkwardly and explained that "Two chair" actually meant "effeminate," and as for Rabbit Brother? Uh... Rabbit Lord also meant effeminate.
"What? What are you looking for an effeminate for?" Cheng Yan was shocked and asked Big Front Teeth.
Big Front Teeth shook his head and said that Rabbit Brother was the 'yin' summoner he had called to "draw a 'yin' spirit."
This 'yin' summoner had a grand name, "Clairvoyant Artist."
The title of "Clairvoyant Artist" was quite impressive. As Big Front Teeth, Cheng Yan, and Huang Xin chatted about this topic.
While Big Front Teeth, Cheng Yan, and Huang Xin were having a lively discussion in the room, I quietly went outside to call Rabbit Brother.
After three busy tones, the call connected, and Rabbit Brother's clear voice came through the receiver.
"Hehehe, Li ge, why are you thinking of me?"
"Put away your effeminate manner, I have a job for you. By the way, you're in Beijing, right?" I spoke to Rabbit Brother.
Rabbit Brother said he was and then said something disgusting: Can't stand my voice? I love you so much, are you scared?
"Tch! I'll send you the address, come over by yourself later." I hung up the phone without being too polite.
Ah, it's not that I'm unkind to people, it's just that I can't be polite to someone who speaks in a coquettish manner.
Over an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Cheng Yan eagerly opened the door, wanting to see what the "Clairvoyant Artist" looked like.
She almost burst out laughing when she saw the young man who entered. Standing at 1.8 meters tall, he was wearing lace stockings and a tight black bubble jacket, with makeup on his face.
“You…you are actually a man?”
Cheng Yan felt as if she had gone blind.
Brother Rabbit 'patted' his hair, and snorted: I'm a real man.
After saying that, he also stroked Cheng Yan's hair, and in a very effeminate manner said: Oh my, your hair isn't well taken care of, so it's especially soft. I know a place that does hair, they do it exceptionally well. After the treatment, the hair becomes so smooth.
"Smooth," Brother Rabbit intentionally elongated the tone of the 3 words, giving everyone in the room goosebumps.
I really couldn't stand this person, so I gestured to Brother Rabbit: Stop saying those useless things, come and do the work. After finishing, take the money and get lost.
Brother Rabbit snorted again, shaking his "curvy" behind tightly wrapped in ultra-short hot 'pants', and came to us swaying from side to side, mumbling: Hmph, I really hate you men, speaking in such a coarse tone, it's really annoying.