The washrooms are large, with more than a dozen compartments.

It's daytime, and there's no gloomy feeling in the building, it's very bright.

Wu Yuehan followed Song Jing to the bathroom one after the other, and smiled at her when she saw Song Jing also there.

When the two of them came out of the bathroom and entered the washstand to wash, Wu Yuehan said: "The scenes to be filmed in the afternoon may have an impact on your state, you have to grasp your emotions." ”

In the afternoon scene, Song Jing's character in the play was forced to a mental breakdown to the extreme, and the whole person was very irritable and crazy, this kind of scene often irritated the actors, so Wu Yuehan asked Song Jing to pay attention.

Song Jing nodded and smiled: "I'll pay attention." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly saw a row of cubicle doors shining out from behind the large glass of the sink.

The doors of the compartments were all closed, the brown door panels, the whole was exactly the same, there was no difference, but Song Jing saw that in front of the last compartment door, the white porcelain plate on the ground oozed black.

It was black, like hair.

Wu Yuehan saw that Song Jing's eyes were a little stagnant, and said, "What's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her tone stopped abruptly.

She saw it too.

That clump of hair was not Song Jing's illusion.

Wu Yuehan has always been calm, and this time she frowned a little subconsciously: "What is that?"

Song Jing had a bad premonition and swallowed his saliva: "I don't know, it's a bit like hair." ”

Lifting her hair, Wu Yuehan glanced at Song Jing, and she didn't know if she had any thoughts, her expression instantly froze.

The two of them walked over slowly, and Wu Yuehan tentatively spoke: "Is there anyone else?"

The door to the cubicle was quiet, and no one answered.

Song Jing walked over slowly, Wu Yuehan was behind, and suddenly grabbed Song Jing's sleeve.

She was afraid.

When they got closer, the two of them could see clearly, and what was on the ground was indeed a clump of hair.

Oozing out of the toilet cubicle, it is thick, supple, shiny, and beautiful.

Song Jing instantly remembered the girl surnamed Xi.

Obviously, Wu Yuehan also remembered it, because of such hair, the entire crew couldn't find anyone else to have it.

The two of them thought that she had fainted inside, so her hair seeped out, Song Jing has always been bold, and tentatively pushed the door panel, and the door panel shook slightly, as if it was about to open, but the door was not closed.

Song Jing glanced at Wu Yuehan, the other party held her sleeve tighter, biting her lip and looking at the door panel.

Song Jing took a breath and pushed the door open.

The door panel was not blocked, and the moment Song Jing pushed the door open, Wu Yuehan's screams resounded throughout the crew building.

It was a black shadow standing up, and it was indeed a black shadow.

I could see that a person was sitting on the toilet, but I couldn't see anyone anymore.

Her whole body was covered with hair, covering the entire toilet cubicle, and it was completely congested before it seeped out of the door panel.

It was a mass of figures made entirely of hair, with nothing to see but hair.

Wu Yuehan has filmed so many scenes, but she has never seen such a terrifying scene, so real, scary, and terrifying.

Song Jing: !!!!!

Gan !!

He's really a UCT!

At the critical moment, she admired that she didn't scream like Wu Yuehan, but she finally knew why Qiao Yan had such a big psychological shadow.

The way Nima UCT kills people is simply terrifying!!