The first day of shooting was completed, and it went smoothly, and Hu Hui has been communicating with him to discuss the location of the camera angle.

The position of the actor is very important, which is related to the results of the special effects in the later stage, and if it is accurate, it can save a lot of time and energy.

What followed was a one-man show, facing the empty green screen, relying on the various imaginations made up by the brain, showing a chilling sense of fear.

"You can react more slowly in this scene!"

After watching the performance, Xu Wenzheng suggested: "From imagination to facial reaction, it is best to leave some time for the audience, and the effect may be better." ”

Ding Cheng comprehended and quickly found his senses, leaving the audience with room for their imagination in a pause of a few tenths of a second.

Xu Wenzheng secretly gave a thumbs up, awesome!

There are only two words to watch Ding Cheng's acting skills:

Delicate!

Turning slowly, he walked sideways out of the small gap between the bed and the wall, which was as narrow as a tomb.

My heart was pounding, I could feel the chill in my neck, wrists, and chest, and my eyes were beating wildly in my eye sockets.

I looked around the bedroom with my eyes wide open, and I was momentarily stunned. The plums on the bedside table on the left side of the bed were gone, the plates were gone, and there was nothing on the table.

Walking towards the door leading to the living room, he stopped again, staring incredibly at a painting on the wall.

It's pretty certain that there was no painting at all when you first entered the door!

It was a still life. There was a plum in a tin plate in the middle of the old wooden table. The light shone on the plums, and the plate was an extremely manic orange.

The painting on the wall of the living room was crooked again, and the woman standing on the stairs was covered in blood, looking straight into her eyes and smiling cruelly......

Next to the railing of the sailboat, the sailors were gone, and only a row of bloodless men and women were seen.

On the far left, the man closest to the bow of the boat was dressed in a brown woollen suit and a bowler hat, and his hair parted from the middle, slick and down to his eyebrows, in a series of astonishment and dazedness.

The fruit in the still life turns into a severed human head, the orange light glides through the sunken cheeks, the lips are flabby, the dull eyes are rolled up, and the cigarette is placed behind the right ear.

"No!"

Ding Cheng stumbled towards the door, his feet seemed to be stuck in the quagmire, and the door could not be opened.

The chain on the door hung there, not drawn, and the latch was vertical, like a pointer pointing at six o'clock, but the door just wouldn't open.

It was like a boat struggling in a raging storm, breathing desperately, but not feeling any air......

It's as if the room has swallowed all the fresh air!

Gasping for breath like a long-distance runner near the finish line, he put one hand on his chest as if doing so calmed the heart.

The room also seemed to hum, as if the countless mouths were hidden beneath the smooth, disgusting wallpaper. It was very uncomfortable in my stomach and seemed to be swinging around in a greasy hammock.

The air was like a soft lump that stuck to the ears, and the whole person was squeezed together by some force.

"Help!"

I wanted to reach for the old-fashioned telephone and watch my arm slowly fall to the table, too slow, something abnormal, like a diver's arm, and even expect to see my hand splash.

Finally grasped the microphone, lifted it, and carefully lowered it with his other hand, and then dialed 110......

Hold the microphone to your ear, and when the dial turns back to its original position, you hear a series of clicks that sound like the wheels in a game of Lucky Roulette.

"You're mine!"

Countless wails rang in my ears, as if the demon had found his favorite toy.

The room began to melt in front of him.

The ceiling began to sink, and both right and straight lines were distorted, not into curves, but into strange horseshoe arches that made the eye feel very uncomfortable.

The glass chandelier in the center of the ceiling droops like spittle, and several paintings begin to bend like the windshields of vintage cars.

The doors leading to the bedroom and hallway began to crumble, widening in the middle, as if strange ghosts were coming in and out. The lights were bright and hot, and the whole room was filled with an orange glow.

Cracks appear in the wallpaper, and small black holes turn into open mouths. The floor sinks, in a concave arc, and it is heard coming.

It lives right behind this room, hidden inside the wall, humming......

Ding Cheng seemed to be trapped in a molten, decaying cavern, which was sinking sharply and inclining exceedingly. The bedroom door is no longer a bedroom, but a cannibal coffin.

The wall on the left with the still life of the fruit pressed out and cracked open at the long crack, like an open mouth, leading to another world, from which something was coming out.

Hear drooling, breathe heavily, smell something alive and frightening.

Turning his head sharply, he saw the only window, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw and ran desperately over.

"Anyone?"

"Can you see it?"

Waving his arms vigorously, shouting desperately, looking at the figure in the window close at hand, he excitedly said, "Call the police!"

It wasn't until the other party made the same action that he was shocked to find out......

It turned out to be myself!

A masked madman suddenly appeared behind him, slashing himself desperately with a knife, and could only climb out of the window and walk along the windowsill less than ten centimeters to other rooms.

One minute

Ten minutes,

Half an hour......

I don't know how long I walked,

It's not there yet!

Ding Cheng went completely crazy, cried loudly, and finally climbed to a window and came in with all his might, and the result was ......

Or 1408!

Just when he gave up, his daughter appeared in front of him, as if an angel had descended, opened his arms, and saved himself.

When I opened my eyes again, everything returned to reality, as if it was just a dream, and I returned to a peaceful life.

When he came to the post office and was about to send a letter, he suddenly found that the people around him were staring at him, and he slowly showed an evil smile.

Suddenly, everyone began to go crazy, smashing everything around them hard, and a shocking scene appeared in front of Ding Cheng......

It turns out that himself,

Still in room 1408!

After filming, Ding Cheng looked at the monitor, this reversal was several times, and each time when the audience thought they were saved, he once again brutally broke hope and pulled people back into nightmarish hell.

"I'm not afraid of you......"

"Since you want to play?"

"Then I'll be with you!"

Exhausted, leaning against the corner, he slowly took out the lighter, looked at the changing illusion in front of him, and showed a final smile: "Come together!"

A raging fire ignited, and in order to prevent more people from being victimized, he sacrificed himself and died with the demons.

"Let's have another ending!"

After reading the material, Xu Wenzheng suggested: "Shoot a different ending, and when the time comes, it should be a hot spot after the release, and the effect should be good." ”

Ding Cheng has no opinion, if you want to play publicity, the team with a big bald head can be described as a master of the crowd.