Fortunately, before Fu Nanxun could say a few words, she only heard Xie Lang's footsteps getting closer and closer, and she had successfully reached the second corner where Fu Nanxun was.

"I'm here, what am I going to do then?" she said, her teeth chattering.

Xu Chunqiu's voice came from far away from the fourth corner of the diagonal position: "You pat Teacher Fu on the shoulder." ”

Tap on the shoulder?

Xie Lang took a deep breath, she suddenly remembered that she didn't know where she had heard it, it is said that from the aspect of feng shui numerology, there are three lamps on a person's body, one on the top of the head, one on each shoulder, if you unexpectedly slap your hand in a frightened way, you will accidentally turn off the lamp on the person's shoulder.

Who came up with this four-cornered game......

Xu Chunqiu's voice continued to come from a distance: "After the filming is over, you will stand in Mr. Fu's position, and Mr. Fu will start from the second corner and walk to the third corner." ”

Xie Lang's heart was horizontal, and he couldn't care about it so much, so he stretched out his hand and patted the shoulder of the person in front of him.

Fu Nanxun: "...... You slapped me on the back. ”

Xie Lang let out an "oh", and said in his heart, I feel that this touch always makes people feel as if something is wrong.

"You go up a little bit more, yes, a little bit more......

Xie Lang finally patted Fu Nanxun's shoulder smoothly, and then slid down with his back against the wall.

When I used to watch ghost movies, I always felt that the protagonist in it was cowardly and wasteful, and I realized how terrible it was to be unresolved and unable to see the bottom in my heart.

Fu Nanxun, the second batter, vacated the position to Xie Lang, and stumbled in the direction of the third corner in the dark.

Du Zigui pricked up his ears and carefully distinguished the subtle sounds in the darkness: "Fu Da fool, can you do it?"

Then he heard a familiar voice coming from the other end of the corridor, his voice trembling slightly, but still stubbornly speaking, "Man...... Can't say no......"

Du Zigui: ......

He sighed: "If you're scared, call me by my name, and if you keep speaking, you'll not be so afraid." ”

However, immediately after, Du Zigui regretted saying such a sentence.

Fu Nanxun shouted like a stream: "Cuckoo!"

He shouted "Du Juan'er" on the left and "Du Juan'er" on the right, shouting nine twists and eighteen bends one high and one low, and Du Zigui almost wanted to give himself a big mouth.

I shouldn't have owed.

He couldn't count how many times the "cuckoo" from far and near had been repeated, but before he knew it, there was a slightly disordered breathing sound behind him.

The warm breath hit the side of his neck, and a warm palm rubbed the top of his hair, making a mess of the hair that the hairstylist had blown for him.

His heart was relieved, and his worried heart seemed to fall on his own.

Unexpectedly, a low voice came from his ear: "Cuckoo." ”

Du Zigui: "......"

It's a waste of feelings.

He grabbed Fu Nanxun's wrist with his backhand with black lines, and slapped it on his shoulder: "Slap me on the head, Fu Da fool." ”

Fu Nanxun moved from the second corner to the third corner, and Du Zigui, who was originally in the third corner, took a deep breath and prepared in the direction of the last beat, Xu Chunqiu.

Most of the children who study opera have received similar training since childhood, and the steps of Peking Opera are ever-changing, and the lifting of legs and feet must be regulated.

The master in the troupe first taught the students to walk in a straight line, and the stride and pace of each step should be consistent, and after one foot landed, change to the other foot to step up, and then continue to learn those so-called parallel steps and twisting steps after walking in a straight line, which is the foundation of the foundation.

Therefore, Du Zigui did not have a hard time walking.

Anyway, he couldn't see anything around, so Du Zigui simply closed his eyes. He raised one hand flat, swept over the wall beside him, and walked straight in the direction of Xu Chunqiu with an even stride.

Fu Nanxun's voice came from behind him: "Are you afraid, if you are afraid, you can also call me by my name." ”

At this time, Du Zigui had already walked out for a considerable distance, and his voice came back from afar: "I'm not you." ”

It didn't take long for Du Zigui to move smoothly from the third corner to the fourth corner where Xu Chunqiu was.

"Teacher Xu. ”

He said with a gentle reminder behind his back.

Xu Chunqiu bowed slightly: "Shoot." ”

Xu Chunqiu is the last stick, as long as she smoothly returns from the fourth corner to the first corner and pats Lu Xiu's shoulder, this game can be successfully drawn.

But is it really that simple?

I saw that she lifted her steps evenly and stepped out, neither hesitating nor pausing, she did not walk like a blind man who could see nothing, but like a person with normal sight.

But if you look closely, you can see that she is remembering her steps.

Five, ten, twenty, fifty steps......

At the hundredth step, Xu Chunqiu stopped.

An adult's stride usually fluctuates around sixty-five centimeters, and she has already walked a full hundred steps, if her guess is correct......

She lifted her chin slightly, glanced diagonally upward, and then smiled mysteriously.

In the darkness, she couldn't actually see anything, but there was indeed a moving camera in that place, taking in her every move.

In the studio backstage, the real-time scenes on the big screen have all turned into black and white, and the equipment inside the real scene of the Peking Theater all uses night vision cameras.

Xu Chunqiu smiled at the surveillance camera, the red cheongsam and red lips all turned dark gray under the night vision camera, but it was still so frightened that the staff member in charge of monitoring trembled.

The intern girl next to her was staring at Xie Lang's corresponding surveillance screen and leaning back with a smile, but she was so frightened by Xu Chunqiu's mysterious smile that she almost fell off the chair.

...... What kind of human suffering is this?

Ren Zhong noticed the same and glanced in his direction: "What's wrong?"

The staff silently called up Xu Chunqiu's surveillance footage to show him.

Xu Chunqiu's meaningful smile was fleeting, and his beautiful eyebrows and eyes gave birth to a somewhat eerie taste under the background of the atmosphere.

Ren Zhong was frightened by the secret room he had arranged, and continued to look at it pretending to be calm, but he couldn't help but feel apprehensive in his heart, what did she mean by this?