Push open the door to a huge studio, a wide green screen occupies an entire wall, all kinds of black light stands hanging from the ceiling, a bunch of tripods stand in the corner, and next to the green screen are several simple interior sets, with bedrooms, living rooms, offices, and it is like entering some kind of furniture supermarket chain.

And what stands in front of the green screen occupies thousands of square meters, which are hundreds of rusty iron beds. Two-thirds of the iron beds were empty, one-third of them were covered with corpses, the second floor was powered off, and the studio was still dark, and the distance of objects could only be identified by the outdoor lights. It was about the end of the day's production, and there were a few zombies with circuit boards on their heads standing in the corner, motionless, letting the black mud wriggle under their feet.

The old studio, now abandoned, was originally born here, where serious and unscrupulous actors, directors, and screenwriters all made a name for themselves and entered the luxurious Vanity Fair.

Wen Cheng looked at the dirty scene and took a deep breath, this is the zombie production agency?! Why wasn't there such a fierce battle? Could it be that the zombies have really been cleaned up?

He nodded at Catherine, who summoned her ivory staff to illuminate the room, and Wen Cheng stepped on a syringe on the floor and clicked, and found a stack of cardboard boxes in the left-hand corner, which was labeled "NSD-79".

But I always feel that something is wrong? Wouldn't it be nice to clean it up?

"Click!" The sound came from nowhere, and the echo was transmitted several times.

"Who?!" Wen Cheng yelled.

No one answered.

Wen Cheng walked to the zombies with circuit boards in the corner, and found that they were all wearing khaki vests.

"Looks like it's the crew." Lin Yuan walked over and nodded.

"In other words, the crew has been transformed into injectable laborers," Wen Cheng pinched his chin in thought, and quickly bit his nails, "but who turned them into laborers?"

Wrong!

Wen Cheng looked at the group of vest zombies again, and his eyes quickly turned, one, two, three......

There are more than 30 zombies, but there are clearly more than 40 people in the crew!

Could it be ......

Wen Cheng immediately turned around, scanned the four corners of the studio with sharp eyes, and finally landed on the small house made of blue foam board, with a sign of "locker room" hanging on the door, he then gave everyone a stern look, summoned the light pattern gun, and quietly walked to the door of the dressing room.

"Bang!" With a bang, Wen Cheng kicked open the foam board door.

"Don't move!"

I thought it was an enemy with all kinds of weapons, but I saw a total of six ragged men and women in the house, skinny, they raised their hands at the same time, their eyelids rolled weakly, their eyeballs were cloudy, their mouths were slightly opened, and their bodies were full of rancid smell no less than that of zombies.

"You are...... Living?!" Wen Cheng endured the discomfort and spoke.

Several men and women nodded blankly.

Survivor?!

Wen Cheng put down his gun and asked, "Is there anyone else?"

The scrawny men and women shook their heads slowly.

What the hell is going on? Could it be that they have been hiding here?

"Who here has the strength to speak?" Lin Yuan covered his nose and asked.

"Are you a police officer? Are you here to save us?" One of the middle-aged men gave Wen Cheng a weak mute sound.

"Yes." Wen Cheng nodded and asked, "You are all from the crew?"

"yes," the man sighed, "everyone else is infected except for us......

"......I see," Wen Cheng thought for a while and said, "You have been trapped here for half a month?"

"Yes......" the man said, swallowing.

"But there are so many zombies here, how did you survive?"

"We all rely on the smell of our bodies to hide it, if we want to go out to search for food, we rely on acting skills to pretend to be zombies and mix in, and the zombies outside don't notice anything abnormal."

I didn't expect acting skills to be so useful, Wen Cheng sighed bitterly, and suddenly looked up as if he had found something, "Have you found any suspicious humans?"

"There are two security guards, whom we know and who came with us, but ...... And one more ......."

"Who is it?" Wen Cheng asked quickly.

"I don't remember exactly, but I always feel that the voice is familiar......," the man said.

It seems that it is no different from a member of the crew, and Wen Cheng asked, "Then have you seen him?"

"Don't dare, sir," the man said, "because I had to roll my eyes when I was playing a zombie, I didn't see it clearly."

"Okay." Wen Cheng nodded slowly, "I'll call for help, and the police will pick you up later."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Six men and women muttered with delight on their faces at the same time.

Wen Cheng dialed the walkie-talkie, and after calling for rescue, he thought about it, and always felt that something was wrong......

"Wait," Wen Cheng glanced quickly at the locker room, smelling a hint of blood in addition to the rancid smell, and he looked around the six sternly, "Where's the child star?"

"It's gone." The man at the head replied quickly.

"Gone?"

"Yes, she was with us, but there was a shortage of food, so we advised her to go out to find food together, she was reluctant at first, but left a note a few days ago saying that she went out to find water, and never came back." The man replied quickly as if he were memorizing lines.

So that's the case, a little girl is afraid that there is no chance of survival if she breaks outside...... It seems that the huge reward is gone, Wen Cheng sighed.

"So." Wen Cheng pointed to a pool of blood in the corner, on which there were scattered pieces of bright red flesh and broken bones.

"That's camel meat." The man glanced back and replied quickly.

"Camels?"

"Yes," said the man, "because this old shed was used for archaeological filming, and the director brought a camel."

It seems that it is undoubtedly eaten raw, but I didn't expect that it would not be easy for people to be forced to this job.

"Understood," Wen Cheng nodded, "What about the bones?"

"It's gone." Five men and women shook their heads together.

"I threw it out, and then I was bitten by zombies." The man at the head said.

"Okay, no problem." Wen Cheng nodded at everyone, and without saying any words of comfort, he found several policemen behind him, and watched the policemen take them away, while several men and women bowed desperately to him, and the look of coldness, emptiness and fear could not be erased from their eyes.

"That way, there's only one person left." Lin Yuan said.

"There are two possibilities, one is that he is hiding in a room on the second floor, or it is possible that we have missed something on the first floor." Wen Cheng said.

"Let's split up."

"Okay." Wen Cheng nodded, patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder, and was about to leave.

"What about that," Xiaozhu said with a sudden nod of his finger, "Can I be with my brother?"

What a little bit of a joke at this time! Wen Cheng glared at Xiao Zhu.

"Apprentice, I also think it's more suitable for Xiaozhu to follow you," Catherine said, "The zombies have been cleaned up, but this person may be difficult to deal with next, if you are with Lin Yuan, it will be difficult to take care of the injury."

yes, Wen Cheng nodded.

If Catherine is allowed to partner with her, Xiaozhu and Lin Yuan are together, it is difficult to ensure that Lin Yuan will not attack Xiaozhu.

If Xiaozhu is by her side, you can rest assured, she has an immortal body, and she has the protection of the Holy Temple, and the black magic source can't do anything about her, most of the time Xiaozhu can resist in front...... Although this is suspected of eating soft rice, it is also the best strategy at the moment to fight brothers and sisters.

"Okay, that's it, Xiaozhu follow me downstairs!"

"Hmm!"

Wen Cheng pulled Xiaozhu down the stairs, but Xiaozhu quietly climbed on his brother's shoulder and asked, "Brother, I think it's still very strange."

"What's weird?"

"Camel meat...... Not...... There is also a child star, brother, do you think it will ......?"

"Xiaozhu," Wen Cheng clenched his cold little hand and made a low voice,

"They eat camel meat."

Seeing his sister look aside and nod slowly, Wen Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

The final goal was already clear, and the two came to the end of the corridor on the first floor, and Wen Cheng pushed open the door of the auditorium.

It was still an empty stage, Wen Cheng walked up and said lightly, "Come out."

A familiar face emerged behind the curtain.