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At around 11 p.m., the rain began to fall on the windows.

Shi Zhonghai gently put the goblet on the coffee table, and then picked up the script next to him and read it.

The face with a little wine red, sometimes frowning, sometimes gradually stretching.

Although some details of the filming of this drama have been discussed in detail with Hu Ai Nuyu earlier, inspiration will pop up almost every day, after all, the script is dead but people are alive.

In foreign countries, there may still be directors and actors who are framed by the script, but in China, the director is the boss of a play, and as for the script, it is really just a reference that can "play by the topic".

After thinking like this for a while, Shi Zhonghai suddenly heard the mobile phone "buzz" vibrate twice.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, and his face showed a look of horror.

Because what he received was a photo.

A photo of Qian Li.

"This hateful ugly bastard!"

Shi Zhonghai was relieved, couldn't help but curse angrily, and then hurriedly deleted the photo.

But after deleting the photo, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the photo was not through Qian Li> To be precise, the person who sent him the photo was not Qian Li, but the assistant director Lao Zhao.

[Lao Zhao, what do you want to do!] 】

Shi Zhonghai responded dissatisfiedly.

thought that the other party would explain, but what he didn't expect was that he sent another photo of Qian Li.

In the photo, Qian Li is wearing a burgundy miniskirt, with a tall hip line, a tight waist, and hot red hair.

Originally, this was supposed to be a photo that could arouse a man's infinite reverie, but all of this was ruined by Qian Li's deliberately turned face.

It's no longer a beautiful woman who can make people smile, but a ghost who is staring at people and sneering!

"Lao Zhao, what are you going to do!

What are you sending me her pictures for? ”

As Shi Zhonghai sent this sentence, the assistant director also sent a voice.

Shi Zhonghai subconsciously clicked on the voice, and heard a series of miserable screams from the man.

"Ah!!h

The scream was loud, coming out through the speaker of the mobile phone, giving Shi Zhonghai the feeling as if someone was being killed in front of him at this moment.

Shi Zhonghai's heart was beating wildly with fright, although it didn't sound like Lao Zhao's, the message was undoubtedly sent through his mobile phone.

So he hurriedly found the number of the assistant director, and then dialed him.

Soon the other party answered the phone and asked with some confusion:

"Shi Dao? Haven't slept yet? ”

"Where are you?" Shi Zhonghai asked in an unkind tone.

"In the apartment room."

"What does that voice mean?"

"Did I send you a picture just now?"

Hearing what the assistant director said, Shi Zhonghai suddenly felt some palpitations, and asked again after a few seconds of silence:

"You just sent me two photos of Qian Li, and there is a scream of someone.

It's your WeChat ID, I'm not old enough yet. ”

Shi Zhonghai's tone became more and more stinky, and although the assistant director was a little confused, he still said in a good voice:

"Director Shi, don't be angry, I'll take a look now."

After the assistant director finished speaking, he seemed to be checking his WeChat, but soon, he responded:

"Director Shi, I didn't send you anything on WeChat. Really, if you don't believe it, I'll show it to you right now.

Do you think someone is pretending to be my WeChat account and playing pranks with you? ”

"Will there be such boring people in my WeChat?

In addition, isn't you the only one who knows that Qian Li has sent me photos? Who else have you spoken to? ”

"I've never told anyone about it. I went to Qian Li before and talked about her. ”

The assistant director felt that he was really sitting in the room this time, and the pot came from the sky, and he was inexplicably suspicious by Shi Zhonghai.

"I'll send you the screenshot, you can see for yourself. It's your > Shi Zhonghai sent the screenshot over, and after the assistant director looked at it again, his voice suddenly exclaimed:

"It's really hell, but Director Shi, I really haven't sent you a message before.

Could it be a hacker? ”

The assistant director can only think about this aspect at the moment.

Shi Zhonghai didn't speak for a long time, and the assistant director didn't know if it was to change the topic, or simply remembered something, and said:

"By the way, Shi Dao, the anchor who came here before, the people sent out searched all over the village, but only found his tent and backpack, but found no one.

I think it's probably gone. ”

"People are gone, why not take backpacks and luggage with them?" Shi Zhonghai asked questioningly.

"I don't understand it, but I really haven't found it. However, it is not ruled out that he may think of us as outlaws, so he scared us away. ”

"During the filming, you arranged for a few more people to guard the entrance of the village to prevent the media from breaking in."

"When I came back, I told them."

"Then let's do it first, hang up."

"That stone guide ......"

"Huh?"

"Regarding WeChat, I'll find someone to check it out for you tomorrow.

Don't take it too seriously, maybe it's really just a prank. ”

Shi Zhonghai heard that the assistant director had something to say, after all, they went to the famous ghost village here to shoot a ghost movie, that is, anyone would feel unlucky and panic about the possibility of haunting.

"This matter must be kept secret from the crew, and tomorrow someone will send more paper money, and then bring some items to ward off evil spirits. One for each person. ”

"I understand Shi Dao. I'll call the people outside in a moment and ask them to deliver it tomorrow.

Then I won't disturb your rest. ”

"Hmm."

Shi Zhonghai hung up the phone, and his eyes couldn't help but look out the window blurred by the rain.

At this time, the mobile phone "buzzed" twice, and Shi Zhonghai subconsciously looked over and saw that a photo automatically popped up on the screen.

The picture is not a scene, nor a person, but a completely open mouth of blood.

The fangs among them, like nails, are chilling.

It rained all night.

At more than 4 o'clock in the morning, the crew had already gotten up early to prepare for the start-up ceremony a few hours later.

Although the sound of rain covered up the noise of the generator to the greatest extent, Shi Zhonghai still didn't close his eyes that night.

In addition to the panic in my heart, I am more worried about tomorrow's shooting.

I'm afraid that something will happen.

At 9:58 a.m., accompanied by a string of crackling firecrackers, the representatives of the investor, the crew and the actors, stepped forward one after another to pay tribute to the incense and pray for the start of the drama "Old Corpse in the Mountains".

Compared with the smiles on the faces of others, Shi Zhonghai kept his face tense throughout the whole process, and it was not until the boot-up ceremony was successfully completed that there were no accidents, and his heart was put down.

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