Chapter 43

It was still that paparazzi big V, and still the same child from the photos.

However, this time, it wasn’t just accusing Ji Han of secretly marrying and having a child; there were even more serious and unforgivable allegations.

Ke Xingzhou quickly skimmed through, and in the images posted by the blogger, he saw the content of the original post made by the paparazzi big V.

The gist was that the paparazzi, through some special means, found the relatives of the child Ji Han had been sponsoring, and learned that the child's mother had already passed away, and her death was quite tragic.

The girl’s family, tearfully in front of the camera, cried out that their daughter, not even 14 years old, had been tricked into going out of town, had a child, and repeatedly emphasized how long they had searched for their daughter and this grandchild. In the end, they only found a body—one that had just given birth, covered with various wounds.

The information conveyed in their words was huge, shocking the entire internet.

The police investigation’s statement of “suspected homicide” directly put Ji Han in the center of the storm.

The reason was simple—because the paparazzi showed them Ji Han’s photos, and the two middle-aged people immediately insisted that this was the man who had claimed to be a big star, tricked their daughter into going out of town via an online romance, and was the scum who murdered their daughter!

The content summarized by the netizens ended here, but An He Guang clearly knew more: “His team responded quickly, digging up Ji Han’s schedule during the period of the victim's online romance, trying to clear him of suspicion. Unfortunately, even Heaven didn’t help him. The paparazzi provided even more evidence, all obtained from the police, and some of the details matched his schedule.”

Now, it was as if he couldn’t clear his name even if he jumped into the Yellow River.

Before the schedule details were released, some people were still willing to believe in Ji Han and wait for his explanation. But after the schedule details were matched, everyone went crazy.

The team couldn't find stronger evidence to prove that Ji Han was impersonated, the police investigation was moving slowly, and the most fatal thing was that Ji Han himself couldn’t prove his innocence.

From that day on, Ji Han was completely finished.

All of his fans unfollowed him and turned against him. Those girls who once liked him now hated him just as much.

His fan posts, which had previously been filled with support and encouragement, now turned into posts asking, “When will Ji Han be arrested?”

An He Guang shook his head, feeling a bit sentimental: “It’s all fate...”

Ke Xingzhou found it a bit strange: “How does it sound like he’s already nailed to the pillar of shame, but you still seem to believe in him?”

An He Guang paused, his expression becoming a bit complicated.

“Some reasons…” He glanced at Ji Han, slowly put the microphone back on his collar, and said, “Anyway, I really don’t believe those things are what he did.”

After saying that, he turned the microphone back on.

Ke Xingzhou, deep in thought, stared at Ji Han for a while before suddenly patting An He Guang on the shoulder: “I think you’re right not to believe it.”

An He Guang looked at him, his eyes suddenly lighting up: “Did you figure something out?”He completely forgot that someone so capable was by his side!

But after just a moment, he deflated on his own.

Ke Xingzhou could see that it didn’t matter what he figured out. He knew that Ji Han couldn’t have done such a thing, but this wasn’t something that could be changed just because a few people knew the truth. The important thing was whether everyone believed in Ji Han’s innocence.

But with things like this, even Ji Han himself couldn’t clear his name, so how could they, as outsiders, help?

As the conversation ended, Ke Yuanbai turned to signal An He Guang and Ke Xingzhou: "It’s our turn to go in."

An He Guang took a deep breath, adjusted his mood, and walked up, following them toward the entrance.

At first, he thought the decorations at the entrance were already quite exquisite, but he didn’t expect the interior of the base to be even more remarkable. The narrow passageway, only two meters high, had many ethnic-themed paintings on the walls. The dark walls contrasted starkly with the colorful patterns of the paintings, and under the dim lighting, it gave off a creepy, eerie beauty.

Above them were various strange vine-like plants and multi-colored torn cloth strips, which further compressed the height of the passage and created an increasingly oppressive and ominous feeling.

The space was squeezed to its limits. Even though everyone tried to avoid it, cloth strips still brushed over their heads, and at the same time, faint chanting voices could be heard by their ears.

The sound was so muffled and layered that even when they focused, they could only catch fragments of it, like "Tian Fa Qingqing" or "Di Fa Lingling," being recited in a monotone, resembling the whispering of vengeful spirits before they claimed their victims. It was utterly terrifying.

A shiver ran down their spines, and they all instinctively trembled.

Except for Ke Xingzhou and Xie An, the other three had no idea about the benevolent ghost incident from yesterday, so they couldn’t help but feel a little frightened.

They looked at each other, none of them brave enough to take the lead.

At first, An He Guang and Ke Yuanbai had wanted to seek refuge with Ke Xingzhou, but upon second thought, they realized this was just a man-made haunted house, not a real ghost, so they weren’t as scared.

The two exchanged a glance, then looked at Ji Han, who obviously didn’t look well, and remained silent for a moment.

In the end, An He Guang gritted his teeth: "I’ll go first!"

Ke Yuanbai had no objections. Ji Han and Xie An were both out of it, and Ke Xingzhou was staring with a complicated expression at the strange cloth strips overhead, probably also having no objections.

An He Guang took a deep breath and, steeling himself, took a few steps forward, only to realize that the path inside wasn’t as low as he had thought. He could actually stand up straight.

But whether it was the dim lighting in the passage or his own illusion, he couldn’t shake the feeling that the area around his eyeballs was chilling, and his eye corners felt swollen, as though something was attached to them.

He couldn’t help but close his eyes a few times and rubbed his temples, and the sensation quickly disappeared.

When he opened his eyes again, perhaps having adapted to the darkness, the surrounding scene became much clearer.

He could see the paintings on the walls more clearly and was surprised to find that these weren’t random drawings; they had the style of murals excavated from tombs in museums.

An He Guang couldn’t help but click his tongue in awe: "The production team really spared no expense this time. These props are so realistic! The air conditioning is also strong, and as soon as we came in, it felt like a cold wind was blowing. My back is already cold."

Since Ke Yuanbai had been haunted by the male ghost at the filming location, he had been somewhat fearful of such things. Hearing this, he really felt a cold breeze behind his ears and couldn’t help but shiver.

He hurriedly quickened his pace, straightened his body, and wiped his eyes and temples.

Ji Han, who had snapped out of his earlier dazed state, absentmindedly rubbed his temples and perked up to observe his surroundings.

Upon closer inspection, he couldn’t help but be surprised: "These murals..."

He had once played the role of an archaeologist. Although it was a typical idol drama, he had genuinely learned about this field, and he could even tell where the figures in the paintings might be from."Isn't All-Round Idol a talent show? The props team put this much effort into it?"

This level of attention to detail made him feel a little embarrassed. He quickly stopped overthinking and continued to look ahead.

At that moment, they were passing the first intersection. In the dim light, a human head rolled toward them from the front, moving without stopping. The sound of it "thudding" was so realistic.

Ji Han hadn't had much rest recently, and seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked and short of breath.

Fortunately, knowing that it was all fake, he quickly calmed down and forced a smile. "It really is quite realistic."

They were all young and full of vigor, so they only got scared for a moment when they first entered the haunted house. Plus, with so many people together, it was uncertain whether humans would scare the ghosts or the other way around.

An He Guang, being brave, jokingly said, "If it were up to me, the production team should split us up into smaller groups. Two or three people together, that would be scary!"

Having already experienced real ghosts as a mature man, he thought this artificially created atmosphere and props were child's play. Who would be scared by this?

As he said that, he bent down to reach for the head that was rolling straight toward him, wanting to lift it and see what kind of mechanism was inside. However, when he reached out, he found nothing.

His smile instantly froze, and his words stopped abruptly. He slowly turned his head to look at his hand.

He saw that most of his fingers had sunk into the head, yet there was no solid object to touch. His hand had gone straight through the middle of the head.

An He Guang only felt a bone-chilling coldness. This familiar sensation caused all the color to drain from his face in an instant, leaving him deathly pale.

Ke Yuanbai and Ji Han still didn't understand what had happened. When they saw that he hadn't spoken for a while, they looked down, following his gaze.

At that moment, the head that had already stopped rolling suddenly moved. Despite An He Guang's hand having passed through it, it slowly turned around to face them, revealing a calm yet eerie smile.

Ke Yuanbai and Ji Han: "..."

An He Guang: "............"

A few seconds later.

"Ahhhhhhh!!! A ghost!!!"