When Meng Xiang kicked the door and entered Liu Chuan's office, it was empty.

The news reports of the day swept the whole city: a certain 18th-tier actress committed suicide by jumping off a building in the Yinhe Rain Building due to emotional problems with a certain director.

For a while, the speculation about a certain director on the Internet exploded, and Feng Dagang and Zhang Yizhou were also included in the suspicions, and as a young director signed by the company, it was impossible for Meng Xiang, who was in the sprint stage of his career, to escape this criticism.

Meng Xiang blamed himself very much, if he could catch up in time, maybe the tragedy would not have happened.

At this point, he couldn't save Xiao Taohong's life, but the work had to continue, and he was somewhat comforted by the thought of going back to Tiantuo Temple to film, after all, Tiantuo Temple was the place where he grew up for more than ten years.

He turned off the TV and closed his notebook, wanting to put Pink's past aside for the time being.

Filming is going to be made tomorrow, and the script still has to be read first, although he knows that filming like this is a very unreasonable situation.

Meng Xiang tried his best to calm his mood, he took out the script handed to him by the front desk before he came out of the company from his bag, and looked at it, he was really not in the mood at all, but the name of the screenwriter on the cover of the script made him feel a lot more energetic.

"That day?" Meng Xiang picked up the script again and looked at it carefully.

That day, he was Meng Xiang's college classmate and his good brother back then, but later because of something that he still can't figure out, the two turned against each other.

Although he hadn't been in touch for many years, he still regarded that day as a good brother in his heart.

When I was in school that day, I was already a genius in writing novels, and many novels were published, but I didn't expect to see him for a few years, but now he actually became a screenwriter, and he directed this play, so that he calmed down a little while he was sad.

Meng Xiang opened the script and looked at it seriously, he soon finished the script and became familiar with the entire plot, and the sub-scenes were slowly presented in his mind.

He never forgets to read things, and he has been like this since he was a child, so it is easy for him to read the script.

After reading the script, it was already night, Meng Xiang was hungry, so he got up and prepared to go to the kitchen to make some food, he stood up and stretched, turned his head to look out the window, and suddenly a white shadow flashed.

"Who?" Meng Xiang shouted.

He hurried downstairs without changing his shoes, opened the door, it was pitch black outside, no one was there, and he had just seen a white shadow outside the window on the second floor.

"Am I dazzled?" Meng Xiang rubbed his eyes and brought the door.

Turning back to the living room, he casually took some food and drink from the refrigerator, and sat on the sofa thinking.

When the crew finished last night, he saw the white shadow once, when the crew was giggling and laughing at the end of work, while teasing each other about where to go for pastime after finishing work.

Meng Xiang was also tired enough at the time, he leaned back in the director's chair, reached out and beat his back.

In the distance, the executive director shouted: "Good work, brothers! ”

"It's not hard, it's hard!" The crew responded in unison to ridicule.

Meng Xiang watched everyone have fun in pain, and shook his head unnaturally, he has been filming for three consecutive days, and the company requires that it must be completed today, otherwise all losses will be borne by Meng Xiang alone.

But the producer Dong Xuanfeng still patted his chest vigorously and said to him: It's okay, shoot well, you must shoot the picture you want, I will bear it on Mr. Liu's side, and the loss is all my business, but the quality must be guaranteed, and it must be guaranteed.

When Meng Xiang thought about Producer Dong's face, he felt disgusting and ridiculous.

At that time, he accidentally glanced at the monitor, and suddenly saw a white figure slashing across the camera, this figure was both familiar and unfamiliar, and then the monitor went blank, and there was nothing.

He hurriedly stood up and looked around, only to see the staff dismantling the camera, and then the scene reporter Zeng Kefan and the photographer Leng Zhilin were standing aside discussing something.

Meng Xiang took a sip of beer and stood up from the sofa.

"Could it be the same white shadow?" He muttered to himself.

He thought about it for a while, and when he saw the white shadow he met on the set, the white shadow he met on the rooftop, and the white shadow he had just met on the second floor, he suddenly thought of the man in white who had done the same strange dream several times.

"Am I evil?"

Meng Xiang thought about it with some fear, and looked at his huge room again, and got goosebumps all over his body for a while.

He hurried upstairs, turned on all the lights in the room, and plunged headlong into the quilt in the bedroom, not daring to think any more.

The next day, Meng Xiang packed up early and prepared to go to Tiantuo Temple, and when he carried the gift box to the courtyard, he found that Zeng Kefan was already standing outside the door.

"Kefan?" Meng Xiang screamed.

"Director early!" Zeng Kefan waved his hand at him and said, "Mr. Liu arranged for me to be your field reporter and assistant this time, Director Meng won't disagree." ”

"Of course I agreed." Meng Xiang opened the trunk and said while putting things away: "I'm afraid that you are too tired, and the filming location this time is relatively remote, so it is estimated that it will be very hard." ”

"It's okay, I'm not afraid of being tired, as long as you don't dislike me, director."

"How can that be, get in the car." Meng Xiangchong Zeng Kefan smiled and closed the trunk.

Zeng Kefan has cooperated with Meng Xiang twice, and she can be described as a strange material, because the work of scene recording is not only hard, but also requires this person to think quickly, act quickly, have a good memory, and be good at observation and understand the director's mind.

Zeng Kefan has all these points, and she is diligent and smart, although she is only 26 years old, but in the job of field reporter, she has already been praised by industry insiders.

Meng Xiang closed the trunk and walked towards the driver's door, just about to open the door, he found that there was a person sitting in the co-pilot, wearing a white suit, this time he saw it very clearly, but still didn't see the face.

He looked up and came back to his senses, and when he looked again, Zeng Kefan was already sitting there.

"Is it really evil? No, it won't. ”

Meng Xiang looked up at the surroundings of the car, shook his head and quickly opened the car door, and drove in the direction of Tiantuo Temple.