Last night, because many actors and crew kept talking about hauntings, they happened to meet the producer and were heard by him.

At first, he thought that it was just someone who was cowardly, and when he heard something, he spread rumors, and he was very angry.

Then at dinner, Song Hui talked to him about it again, and the producer was immediately furious.

"What era is it? Still doing these ghosts here! I see what bad water is holding in my heart one by one! Do you want to see if someone has taken this opportunity to spoil it?" said the producer.

Song Hui is also hot-tempered, and he has always had a good relationship with the producer, so he didn't be polite to him, and immediately replied: "Don't believe anything!"

"Everyone else believes it, but I don't believe it! Old Song, how many years have we been making movies, when have we ever encountered something dirty?"

"Then don't leave today, stay overnight and say this again!" Song Hui didn't bother to talk to him, anyway, he had the talisman given by Luo Fan in his hand.

The producer didn't believe in evil and really lived.

In the middle of the night, the producer heard someone knocking on the door in a daze, and he was still laughing in his heart, thinking that Song Hui was afraid that he would not believe it, so he deliberately made a ghost for him.

As a result, when he opened the door, he found that there was no one at the door, and he didn't care, so he went back to bed.

As soon as I lay down, there was a knock on the door again, and it was on fire.

jumped out of bed and scolded in his mouth: "Old Song, you are enough! This big night of not sleeping and playing pranks, it's fun!"

However, while the door was still ringing, he slammed open the door of the room, and the door was empty, and he came down with a cold sweat.

Even if someone plays a prank, the person will not disappear the moment they knock on the door and open the door.

He stretched out his head to take a look in the hallway, quickly closed the door tightly, and then lay on the bed and called Song Hui tremblingly.

Before the phone was connected, a woman's cry suddenly sounded in his ears, and the cry was terrible and terrifying.

The producer felt all the pores on his body blow up.

The crying was getting closer and closer, as if it was just outside the door, and the producer's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't hold the phone, and finally, he simply covered himself with the quilt.

Gradually, the cry drifted from outside the door into the door, as if it was right in my ears.

It scared the producer so much that he almost had a heart attack.

Finally, there was no movement, and the producer slowly stretched his head out of the quilt, but the next moment, he was even more frightened to find that a black figure was sticking to the wall facing him.

That's right, it's stuck on the wall, and the whole figure hangs in the air like a weird painting!

The producer was instantly frightened, and ran out with a roll, and Song Hui next door just heard the movement and opened the door, he rushed in, and then hugged Song Hui and began to cry.

"And what about him now?" Luo Fan asked after listening to Song Hui's words.

"I was scared, I started to have a fever early in the morning and talked nonsense, and I was sent to the hospital!" Song Hui said with a sigh.

Luo Fan nodded, thinking about the figure that Song Hui said the producer saw.

"Did the others see the figures?" Luo Fan asked again.

Song Hui thought for a while, "It doesn't seem to be, many people, including me, have heard knocks and cries at most, but they haven't seen the figure he said, is it really someone who is making ghosts?" Or, is there really a ......?"

With such a strong evil spirit, it seems that there is something wrong with the place where they live.

Let's take a look first!

"It's not so evil, go, take me to see it!" Luo Fan comforted.

This Republican-style hotel has a gray brick exterior with a white seam and red roof, semi-circular windows, and red window lattices.

The hallway is covered with a red carpet, and the door is a very old wooden door.

As soon as he entered the inside, Luo Fan frowned, the temperature inside was several degrees lower than the outside.

Fat Dahai touched his arm, "The air conditioning here is quite sufficient!"

Song Hui glanced at the fat sea in surprise, "I'm afraid of goofs when filming, there is no air conditioning here." ”

Luo Fan glanced at the fat sea, he knew that he shouldn't talk too much, so he quickly stopped talking.

"Let's go, show me where you live!" said Rovan.

"The first floor is all for equipment, the second floor is for staff, and the third floor is for actors!" While going up the stairs, Song Hui explained to Luo Fan.

Luo Fan paid attention to it, the first floor was fine, the third floor was slightly yin, and only the second floor was very yin.

After reading it, several people went to the second floor again, and Song Hui led him to the left.

"We men all lived in a few rooms outside, and the women lived inside, and at that time, the producer wanted to stay, so we had to arrange for him to live in the last room. Song Hui said.

Luo Fan had already sensed that there were more than a dozen rooms on each side of the stairs, and there was nothing wrong with the right side, while in the corridor on the left side where they lived, the black aura became heavier and heavier the further back they went, and the lower the temperature became.

If you don't understand, you will think that the sun is shining less.

Only Luo Fan understands that the last room must be the problem.

Because, standing at the door of the room, he felt that the entire door was covered with a layer of black gas.

Song Hui opened the door without noticing, and Luo Fan walked in, "You guys are waiting outside!"

Song Hui and Fat Dahai stood at the door a little helpless, watching Luo Fan go around the room and finally walked out.

"Let's go!" he said.

"Is this the end?" Song Hui asked a little unwillingly, how could it be like in the movie, Luo Fan had a peach wood sword in his left hand and a talisman in his right hand, and then he said something in his mouth!

How is it over?

"I can't see it now, I'll talk about it in the evening!" said Rofan.

"Oh!" so it was, Song Hui hurriedly took him out, "Then let's go eat first!"

After dinner, Luo Fan and Fat Dahai returned to this small hotel.

Song Hui had already arranged everyone to the hotel outside, which was already empty, and only the equipment was still left on the first floor.

"You better go to the hotel tonight!" Luo Fan said to Song Hui.

"I want to see with you, what the hell is going on? Anyway, I've lived for more than forty years, and I really haven't seen it!" Song Hui said with a nervous expression.

"Where are there any ghosts in this world! Suspicion gives birth to dark ghosts, and righteous hearts are ghosts!" Luo Fan smiled, "It's okay to stay, you have been following the fat sea, don't do anything and don't say anything!"

"Okay!" Song Hui agreed happily.

Actually, there were other reasons why Luo Fan asked him to stay.

He had seen it before that the affairs of the crew were not related to Song Hui's unlucky affairs, and leaving him was just to verify his ideas again.

The three of them walked into the hotel together and came to the top room on the left side of the second floor.

"Do you really want to live here?" Song Hui asked worriedly.

"Yes, of all the people who said it was haunted, the producer was the only one who saw the figure, and the problem was in this room!" Luo Fan said, already opening the door.

It was already dark outside, and when the lights were turned on, the room suddenly lit up.

It's just that there were no lamps in the Republic of China, so the old-fashioned yellow bulb with a glass lampshade was still used inside, and the light was dim and warm.

If there is no haunting, such a room would feel very relaxing.

"We ...... What's next?" asked Song Hui.

"Sleep!" Luo Fan walked to the window and looked outside, opened the futon on the bed and lay down.

"Huh?" Song Hui looked at the fat sea with some surprise.

Fat Dahai shrugged his shoulders, walked to the couch next to him and lay down.

Song Hui couldn't, so he had to lie on the other end of the bed.

Luo Fan and Fat Dahai both closed their eyes, but he couldn't sleep.

It's only eight o'clock in the evening, and I haven't slept so early.

If you catch up with the filming of the night scene, you can't tell what time you will go to bed.

However, Luo Fan's gentle breathing inexplicably made Song Hui feel at ease, and he fell asleep after closing his eyes for a while.

Time passed little by little, and the hands of the old-fashioned wall clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, making a "click" sound.

When the time comes, it is the time of the day when the yin energy is at its best, and after zero o'clock, it begins to decline, and the yang energy begins to recover.

Luo Fan opened his eyes, he was lying on the bed, and he could already see the black figure appearing on the opposite wall.

It was a black mist formed by an extremely cold evil aura.

The producer's physique may be different from others, and only then can he see a strong evil aura like substance.

There were a few knocks at the door, and Fat Dahai opened his eyes, rubbed them, and looked at Luo Fan, who was talking to him.

Fat Dahai got up to open the door, but there was nothing outside.

Song Hui had already woken up, he looked at Luo Fan and Fat Dahai nervously, Luo Fan patted him comfortingly, sat up from the bed, stood up, I don't know when he took out a piece of talisman paper in his hand and slapped it on the wall.

The black mist exploded and shrank back sharply, and the room seemed to be brighter.

"How's it going?" Song Hui's voice was trembling.

Luo Fan frowned and looked at the wall, then turned to the return and said, "Director Song, call the police!"

"Huh?" Song Hui was stunned, "Call the police?"

"There's a corpse in the wall!" Luo Fan swore in a non-startling voice.

"Corpse?!" Song Hui felt that he had run out of luck in his life.

Not to mention bad luck, I also encountered ghosts during filming, and now Luo Fan said that there was a corpse in the wall!

Seeing that Song Hui was stunned and didn't react, Fat Dahai came over.

"Mr. Luo, is there really a dead person in there?" he asked cautiously.

Luo Fan nodded, "Because this person died unexpectedly, the resentment is too great, so such a big evil aura will be formed, and people with low flames, when they are attacked by the evil qi, will have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations! ”

Fat Dahai suddenly realized, no matter whether he entered this door or not, he still understood these statements very quickly.

But Song Hui was not, he heard yes instead of, "You said what they heard wasn't haunted?"

"How can there be ghosts in the world!" Luo Fan said with a smile, "I just said that the yin qi is too heavy, and people with weak physiques will be affected, hallucinating and auditory hallucinations, and those who don't understand will think it's haunted!"

Luo Fan briefly explained to Song Hui again, and he nodded as if he understood.

Song Hui also asked the same question as Fat Dahai, "Are you sure there is a dead man in the wall?"

Luo Fan exhaled and said again: "I'm sure, and I'm extremely sure, the figure seen by the producer is actually the figure that was revealed by the evil spirit, call the police!"

Song Hui no longer hesitated, completely chose to believe Luo Fan, picked up the phone and called the police.

As soon as they heard that someone had found a corpse in the wall at the film and television base, the police took it very seriously, and it didn't take more than twenty minutes to arrive.

I didn't expect it to be an acquaintance.

As soon as Qiao Lin led someone into the door, she saw Luo Fan, and a playful smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, "It's you again!"