Thriller Trainee

There is no doubt that this scene is quite weird.

Obviously, the director group vowed to say that there are no other unrelated people in this castle except for actors and props cameras, but this **** handprint was printed by a person at first sight. There is no other possibility.

‘It’s not that the director team hasn’t notified me in advance, so I’m planning to make an atmosphere surprise prop, right? ’

The other three supporting actors thought of it in unison.

In the darkness, everyone seemed silent to each other.

Ye Yingdi, the biggest player, said nothing, still holding a magnifying glass in his hand, looking like he was entertaining the play in thought.

Now it's shooting time again, no one dares to ask the headset: "What is the situation of the director now, is he still shooting?"

But the headset was very quiet, and after the weird sound of electricity just now, there was no more sound from the opposite director group. Not only is there no instructions, but also no next move.

"This...what should I do now?"

The Fei Zhai looked up tremblingly, helpless for a while.

The dead fat house licking the dog is an electrician major, this is the setting in the script. Previously, the switchboard had been arranged by the props team. Fei Zhai only needed to connect two wires according to the script, and the power supply of the entire castle would be complete without any technical content.

Now the wires under the switch are cut all right, and the incisions are neat and weird.

Now they don't have the black electrical insulating tape in their hands, and there is no possibility of reconnection. They can only watch the sparks from the center of the broken wires.

Yingdi Ye pretended to leaned forward, dipped a little blood with a cotton swab, and leaned to the tip of his nose to lightly smell.

His face changed, and there was no trace of acting at all: "It's human blood!"

This sentence is like a signal, a signal that the filming is not over yet.

The other male partners were taken aback for a while, and they came up to pick up the show.

According to the script, after they have explored the entire castle, there will be quarrels immediately, and then they will act in groups.

Now that the plot is advanced, the rich second generation pretends to be unbelieving, and then smoothly connected: "Human blood? What are you kidding about!"

Among the five, neither the detective nor the assistant believed in ghosts and gods. The vicious male partner is purely for fishing for a good man, and the licking dog fat house is the male **** who chases him. Only the rich second generation has experienced nightmares, and there are some clues in his heart, especially the rumors, the grass and the woods are all soldiers.

In addition, he has always been the eldest and respected young master since he was a child. He has always shown others' faces. How can he see people's faces? So it became popular immediately, thinking that the detective was deliberately fooling people.

"Tmd, this old castle has been abandoned for so long, and there are only five of us in total. Who else is there now in the middle of the night?"

He pretended to be stern and sneered, and sneered again and again: "It's you, I've never heard of the number one detective like you in the city. Wouldn't you be some kind of liar, under the banner of a detective, deliberately guarding? Here, come here to cheat money?"

The detective's assistant instantly became popular, and he took a step forward: "Who do you think is a liar? Keep your mouth clean!"

"It's you guys, it's boring."

The rich second generation rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets, "Master doesn't have time to play this kind of play house game with you."

After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at Zong Jiu who was standing beside him without a trace. The black mist in his pupil became more and more obvious in the darkness, almost occupying the entire pupil.

He was still very unwilling, even vaguely moved some crooked thoughts.

If it weren't for Ye Yingdi God to change the script, it would be him who was lingering in the bathroom.

The vicious male partner played by Zong Jiu on the Ming Dynasty is a good friend of the rich second generation, and he has unpredictable hearts, of course, he has to take advantage of the trend to support a wave.

Now that the male **** is standing in line, of course the dead fat house will follow, so the situation has become three people against two people.

This is the direction of the original plot arrangement.

However, Zong Jiu didn't speak this time. Instead, he stood there, watching the back of the rich second generation alone with a flashlight going away into the darkness, he lowered his head calmly, and held the headset with his hand.

"Hey, is the director team here? Stop shooting, there seems to be a malfunction here."

When he asked, it can be said that he broke the tacit understanding of everyone before.

The other two male partners looked over with shocked eyes, and when they really fell on the other's face, the obsession in their eyes took up more than half of them, and it suddenly became a matter of course.

Just as they thought, in the face of Zong Jiu's sudden interruption of acting, Ye Yingdi didn't say anything, but gave him a very indulgent look.

The biggest boss didn't say anything, so naturally the others wouldn't say anything.

However, Zong Jiu paused for a long time, and there was no sound from the other side of the headset.

He understood, but he called out a few more times on his face: "Hello? Is the signal bad? Can you hear the director group?"

There was silence behind the headset, and there was no answer.

"What's the matter, no sound?"

Upon seeing this, the assistant and Feizhai also quickly began to contact.

Not surprisingly, no one received a response.

"It's weird, let's just go over and open the door."

Fei Zhai made the first decision, walked to the door, and tried to push it out.

He obviously used a lot of effort, but soon he was pushed back by the reaction force, and he stayed on the spot for a long time before he was shocked, "Fuck, what's the matter, can't push?"

It's really impossible to push.

Zong Jiu also tried pretendingly, and found that the heavy door pattern didn't move at all, let alone shifting its position, it was more like someone poured a layer of cement on the outside, and directly sealed it in place.

"What the hell." The fat house slammed the door frantically, and the handles were red: "Can you hear me!"

Of course, it is not allowed to bring mobile phones when shooting. Mobile phones are stored in the assistant's place. You can only play during the intermission.

Zong Jiu stood in place, far away from the others, looking at the appearance of the hall without a trace.

Just when he was outside, he discovered that the appearance of this old castle was very cold and hard, and it did not look like it was used for comfortable living.

The whole hall was dark, surrounded by walls, without any windows. Including the corridor they just walked through, and even the bathroom, there were only vents for ventilation.

Many ancient castles in the Middle Ages were not primarily aesthetic, because wars between the lord and the lord often broke out, so almost all medieval castles were built on terrains or highlands that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, surrounded by mountains, and the inside is cold. And a spooky model.

This is all out of strategic needs, but this old castle was built in modern times. It is logically impossible to match the strategic needs. Why did you choose this type of architectural style?

Just as the assistant and Fat House kept tapping the door, trying to ask for help from the outside world, suddenly, a screaming shrieked across the silent darkness.

This voice is quite familiar, and it belongs to the rich second generation who just left the team alone in compliance with the script!

They glanced at each other, and Ye Yingdi nodded first, raising his flashlight towards the source of the sound.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect. After discovering that the door could not be opened, Fei Zhai felt that it was strange how he looked around.

They were already out of play just now. It is reasonable to say that the director group who was standing in front of the camera didn't know. Why didn't they come in in time to ask if they found that they couldn't open the door?

This is really weird.

However, the current situation is not something he dared to interrupt, so he had to follow along and take a step forward.

"nobody?"

Yingdi Ye first rushed to the side hall where the sound came from, and the flashlight circled around and found that the surrounding area was empty and there was nothing.

"Brother Ye, you rest first, I'll come."

The assistant hurriedly raised his throat: "Zhou Lianwei, where are you, can you hear it?"

Zhou Lianwei is the real name of the rich second generation. Since he has been out of play now, he can't take care of that much.

Just in this flashing god, the fat house suddenly jumped from the ground.

"Painting! The eyes of that painting are moving!"

He shivered with fright, and pointed to a painting on the wall of the side hall.

Because of the age, not only the frame faded, but even the canvas inside was so dirty that the previous color could not be recognized. Only a graceful and noble lady could be seen. The face was the most vivid and lifelike, and the pupils were weird. Black and white.

"Don't scare yourself, it's all out now, even if it is, it is probably a prop prepared by the director team."

The assistant waved his hand carelessly, and continued to call the rich second generation's name, "Zhou Lianwei? Zhou Lianwei!"

There was still silence, and there was no answer in the darkness.

Zong Jiu touched his hair and suddenly heard a strange noise from the ceiling.

On a quiet night, the noise is no less than thunder.

The light of the flashlight hits naturally, and in the next second, everyone was surprised to find that a headless corpse had been hung on the ceiling for unknown time!

The corpse is quite fresh, and the head that disappeared out of thin air is in tatters and blood is still dripping, but looking at the style of the clothes, it is undoubtedly the rich second generation who left just now.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The fat house was so scared that he sat down on the ground, shaking all over, "This, this, this... which scene is the prop?"

His voice was erratic and weak.

According to the original script, the rich second generation and the detective turned around and left after an argument. At this time, the vicious male partner played by Zong Jiu hurried to catch up, activated the tea language skills, softly spoken comforting, and gained a wave of goodwill.

At the same time, the dead fat house followed and saw the male **** and the rich second generation you and me, and my heart was very angry, so he outrageously gave them a medicine. In the end, by mistake, the rich second generation and the vicious male partner were in the bathroom, but they were hanged on the ceiling by the evil spirits of the castle.

In other words, no matter how much the drama is added in the middle, it is impossible to completely tamper with the plot to this degree.

"Unexpectedly, the props on the set are becoming more and more realistic now, hahahaha."

As he recoiled while talking to himself, suddenly, there was a loud noise in everyone's ears.

"Zerzzizi-"

The assistant was overjoyed: "Hello? The director team? We have a problem here. Please send a staff member to help."

However, what appeared in the headset was not the director group, or even the sound that humans could make.

The new voice was cold, bitter, and it seemed to be grievous, extremely ugly.

"From now on, all actors in the castle must be filmed according to the previous script."

"Otherwise, the person in front of you will be your fate."

The next act is the third act.