Feng Shui Secrets of the Entertainment Industry

"If you're scared, then get off!"

Fatty Lin stared at Chen Dingding for a long time, then casually pointed to the opposite side.

"what?"

Chen Dingding fell silent instantly, like a goose whose neck had been choked.

"If you don't want to go down, just stay here obediently. You don't want that person following you around all the time, do you?" Fatty Lin pointed to the person across the street.

"In no mood!"

Chen Dingding shook her head, her voice trembling, and dared not move.

"If you don't want to, then stay put!"

Fatty Lin glared at her, then looked at me and said, "Crazy, I'm going downstairs. You keep an eye on her!"

"Um!"

I nodded and said, "You be careful too!"

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. The master is right here, and I'd love for her to play hardball with me!" Fatty Lin said with a smile.

After saying that, he went to the ancestral hall and took out a stack of yellow paper and a few bamboo poles. In front of us, he used the yellow paper and bamboo poles to make a simple paper figure that was half a meter tall.

After he finished bandaging me, he thought for a moment, then took out his phone and called me, saying, "Crazy, answer this. Let's stay on the phone so you can be prepared if anything goes wrong!"

"OK!"

I nodded, and after the call connected, I pressed the speakerphone button.

Seeing that I answered the call, Fatty Lin put his phone in his chest pocket, picked up the paper figure, and went downstairs.

Half a minute later, Fatty Lin walked up behind the woman across the street.

"Hey, can we talk?"

Soon, Fatty Lin's nonchalant voice came through the phone.

I thought he was going to use some slang or say something harsh, but he just started talking like it was nothing out of the ordinary.

The woman didn't answer, and didn't even move.

"I can tell you were wronged, but there are many things you can't say. So, what grievances or hatred do you have? Come upstairs with me and we'll talk. I can't guarantee I'll avenge you, but I can find out what happened and send you to your enemy so you can take revenge yourself!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said next."

Upon hearing this, the woman visibly trembled.

"If you don't say anything, I'll take that as a yes. Here, this is a paper doll I made for you. Come in first, I'll take you upstairs!"

"That's what Fatty Lin said next."

The woman didn't answer, and then trembled twice more.

"Okay, you agree, right?"

As he spoke, Fatty Lin put the paper figure in his hand onto the woman's body.

The moment the paper figure was put on, the woman disappeared, but the paper figure seemed to inflate, becoming much larger.

"It's done!"

Long Nier and I exchanged a glance. Fatty Lin's negotiation was somewhat hasty, but the fact that it was successful despite the haste was probably related to Fatty Lin's words: there was still room for discussion.

Soon, Fatty Lin returned carrying the paper figure.

"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

Upon seeing the paper figure, Chen Dingding reacted somewhat nervously and immediately shrank behind us.

"What are you afraid of?"

Fatty Lin glared at Chen Dingding and placed the paper figure on the table.

The paper figure was crude and drafty, yet it looked as if it were inflated, bulging and somewhat eerie.

Although this was the first time I had encountered this situation, I knew the general process. The next step was to ask the ghost.

This is somewhat similar to the story of Bao Gong judging ghosts, but it's unclear how Fatty Lin will communicate with this ghost.

"Dingding, come here!"

After placing the paper figures, Fatty Lin beckoned to Chen Dingding.

"I won't go there, I won't go there!" Chen Dingding shook her head like a rattle drum.

Long Nier and I exchanged a glance, each of us grabbing one of her arms and carrying her to the table.

Upon seeing her approach, Fatty Lin offered no explanation, simply picked up the paper figure, and placed it on her.

After the paper figure landed on her, it automatically unfolded and wrapped tightly, fitting perfectly, just as if it had always been Chen Dingding's clothes.

As the paper figure was wrapped tightly, Chen Dingding's expression changed. She stopped shouting and her face darkened. The female ghost had possessed her.

"Can you speak?"

Fatty Lin wasn't in a hurry; he simply asked this question calmly.

Chen Dingding looked at him, opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Can you write?"

Fatty Lin asked again.

Chen Dingding nodded slightly.

Without saying a word, Fatty Lin handed over a pen and a piece of paper.

Chen Dingding stiffly took the paper and pen, her eyes still unfocused.

"What's your name?"

Looking into Chen Dingding's lifeless eyes, Fatty Lin asked slowly.

"Shen Yuehong!"

Chen Dingding held the pen and slowly wrote three words on the paper.

"How did you die?" Fatty Lin asked.

Upon hearing this question, Chen Dingding's face instantly contorted into a ferocious expression. Seeing her reaction, I immediately reached into my pocket and gripped the Demon-Slaying Seal.

After about ten seconds, Chen Dingding returned to normal, her eyes looking straight ahead, her hand holding the pen moving stiffly across the paper.

"He was murdered!"

"Who hurt you?"

"I asked, Fatty Lin."

This time, Chen Dingding was not emotional; she simply wrote mechanically on the paper.

"Luo Yufu!"

Half a minute later, a name appeared on the paper.

After this person's name appeared, Chen Dingding continued writing.

"Fatty, can you change the paper? It's a bit hard to see!" I whispered.

After being possessed, Chen Dingding's answers to the questions on the paper were piled up one on top of the other, making them difficult to read.

"Um!"

Fatty Lin nodded and gave him a different piece of paper.

"Liu Mingyuan!"

Half a minute later, when the name on the paper appeared before my eyes, I almost thought I was seeing things.

Who is Liu Mingyuan?

He was the head of the Hong Kong Island Gold Awards for five years, and also the producer who tricked Brother Ning into making the movie "Dream of the Red Chamber".

Upon seeing this name, Fatty Lin and I exchanged a glance, and at the same time, a certain possibility came to mind.

"Ding Sanmin!"

While the two of us were talking, Chen Dingding continued writing his name on the paper.

We don't know this person.

"Liu He!"

"Jinmei!"

Chen Dingding then wrote down a few more names, and after she finished, she stopped.

Why did they harm you?

"I asked, Fatty Lin."

After a long silence, Chen Dingding began to write again.

"I...am...the...scenes...conductor...of...Dream...of...Spring...in...the...Dream...of...the...Dream...of...the...Dream...of...the...Dream...of...the...Dream...of...the...Dream...of...the...Scenes...of...the...Dream ...

Chen Dingding writes a character, and I read it aloud.

When she wrote the three characters "Honglou Chun", I was certain of my previous guess.

Actually, when she wrote Liu Siyuan's name, I had a guess that her death might be related to Brother Ning.

Seeing the words "Dream of the Red Chamber" and considering her identity as a script supervisor, I can be fairly certain that her death is related to Brother Ning.

The White Dragon King had been vague about the film crew's affairs before, and just as Fatty Lin and I were about to call and ask him more questions, Chen Dingding arrived.

What a coincidence!

Perhaps this is not a coincidence, but rather the will of Heaven.

Some things, even God can't stand to see.

Furthermore, she wrote Luo Yufu's name before Liu Siyuan's, which indicates that Luo Yufu was of higher status and more hateful than Liu Siyuan.

Perhaps, she is the one hiding behind Liu Siyuan.