Tomorrow is 515, the anniversary of the starting point, and the day with the most benefits. In addition to the gift bag and school bag, this time's "515 Red Envelope Flip" must be seen, how can there be a reason not to grab the red envelope, set the alarm clock high~

Well, the author said: The advertisement upstairs was sent by the mother, not by me, but the next one was sent by me: I hope you can subscribe, thank you, there will be an outbreak when the subscription reaches a certain level~

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At midnight, as if hearing a call from the underworld, Zhang Luo, who was lying on the cold hospital bed, opened his eyes on time.

The light in the ward was very poor, only the dim moonlight that came into the room through the window reflected the floor in front of the bed, and unlike when he was admitted, the ceiling overhead looked very old, the lamps hanging on it were broken, and there were a few more bullet holes next to it.

"Huh?"

The young man in the hospital gown, with a confused and hoarse voice, sat up slowly, squinted his eyes and stared at the ward in front of him, and then suddenly touched something slimy.

Lowering his head and casting his gaze on his palm, what caught his eye was the coagulated plasma stained with his palm, as if he realized something, Zhang Luo's eyes suddenly widened, and by the dim moonlight, he looked at the white shadow next to the hospital bed-

A nurse was lying on the floor on her right hand, the blood under her body had long since dried up, and despite her face-down position, she could see something scarlet, sticking out of her face, slowly squirming.

"Uh......"

Seeing the disgusting scene, Zhang Luo let out a loud retching and stumbled out of bed. His bare feet stomped on the shattered lampshade on the floor, dragging his bloody feet. He staggered towards the door of the ward.

"Smack!"

A shrill voice came from behind him, causing him to tremble. Not daring to look back at what was going on behind him, he just slammed the door open and rushed into the gloomy hospital hallway.

At this time, the hospital corridor can almost be said to be two worlds from when I was admitted, the original bright and clean environment is gone, replaced by dirt all over the walls, blood everywhere, and dozens of hospital beds covered with white sheets on both sides of the corridor, under the white sheets. The silhouette of a human figure is faintly revealed.

“……”

Seeing the strange scene in the corridor, Zhang Luo stood in place and paused for a moment, his originally upright facial features wrinkled, as if he had been punched.

"It's ......"

With his feet covered with glass ballast, leaving brand-new bloody footprints in the corridor, Zhang Luo turned around and returned to the ward, grabbed the metal infusion stand at the door that was about the same height as himself, held the bulky "weapon", and walked in the direction of the elevator.

Despite having absolutely no idea what was going on. But he didn't want to stay in this hellish place, and his immediate priority now was to get out of this hellish hospital and see what was going on outside.

But. It's obviously not that easy to get out of here.

As soon as he took a step, the indicator light above the operating room door at the end of the corridor behind him suddenly lit up. A blinding red light spread like a plague, filling the corridors. It was as if sensing the call of light, the humanoid objects covered in the hospital bed. Suddenly began to twitch incessantly, and at the same time made a screaming sound.

Faced with the incomprehensible scene, Zhang Luo rushed to the elevator hall in front of him with a roll, stood in front of the elevator door and pressed the downward button.

At the same time, the humanoid objects began to sit up on the hospital bed in the hallway behind him.

Standing in front of the elevator door, staring anxiously at the numbers displayed above, until it was from 7 to 5, with a clang, the closed metal door finally began to slowly open to the sides.

Before the elevator could stop, the young man in the hospital gown opened the door and squeezed in, and then—

As soon as he entered the elevator, the overweight alarm sounded, several gray shadows appeared in view, and a cold foot kicked him in the head.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Zhang Luo raised his head in surprise, and his mouth immediately opened into an O-shape:

-- Unlike a normal elevator, this elevator is much taller, and at the top of the elevator, you can see more than a dozen bodies in hospital gowns hanged on it.

The alarm sound of the elevator exceeding the load and weight is still ringing, like a death knell, Zhang Luo, who had just squeezed into the elevator, planned to rush out, but the elevator door that would not close in the overweight state suddenly closed at a terrifying speed.

In his desperate gaze, the "death elevator" full of corpses began to sink towards the ground.

“CUT。”

Opening the elevator door, which had never been moved at all, and returning to the gloomy corridor, Zhang Luo sat on the nearest hospital bed and reached out to pull out the glass ballast on his footboard.

Because he was too lazy to use props such as blood packs on his feet, and for better shooting results, he stepped on the real broken glass just now, but with the addition of the god-made body, when he pulled out the glass ballast, the cut wound on his foot had begun to recover quickly.

Opening the door on the wall of the hidden corridor, leaving the gloomy hospital scene, and returning to a bright studio, Zhang Luo looked at the few people standing outside, and asked confidently, "How is it?" ”

"Why are you so skilled? Obviously, I can't see the acting skills. Jason immediately asked.

"Ha, when I used to write novels, I had simulated this kind of scene countless times in my head." Zhang Luo said casually, then looked at the two heretical creatures next to him who were in charge of special effects, and said with a smile: "Hard work." ”

Needless to say, the blood effect on the corpse just now was created by Camilla, and the action of the "corpse" on the hospital bed was completed by the brain demon by controlling the space. As for the effect of the corpse in the elevator, it is-

"Can I come down?" There was a yin and yang voice behind him, and it was the possessed person of unknown origin.

"That's it."

Before Zhang Luo could finish speaking, he saw a gray "corpse" come out of the corridor, its stiff limbs like a mannequin - in fact, it was a human body model, but with a layer of camouflage on it.

After everyone finished their work, Zhang Luo, who was still wearing a hospital gown, looked at the footage taken by the photography drone just now, and nodded with satisfaction:

――It is worthy of the photographic drone made by Frankenstein, and the shooting angle and lens lighting effect just now perfectly meet his requirements, it is like a scene made up by his brain has come true. When filming the escape scene in the corridor, I even shook the camera to make the picture look more emotional.

After watching the footage just shot, Zhang Luo smiled: "The first act only needs to be handed over to Frankenstein for post-processing, and we can start building the set for the fifth act." ”

"Wait a minute, where did Act 234 go?" Jason asked.

"I haven't thought about those plots yet, so let's shoot the fifth act first." Zhang Luo gave a simple and crude explanation.

As a guy with a leap of thinking, he often jumps when he writes, first writing what he thinks, and finally connecting the previous intermittent plots. In this way, not only is it quick to write, but there is also a refreshing feeling of "all in one go" when it is finally connected.

"Do you want to continue building the set here?" Camila set her sights on the hospital corridor that occupies the northeast corner of the studio.

"Of course, the crew of Saw 2 was able to build 27 sets in one studio, and I believe our crew would be no worse than them." Zhang Luo said with a smile.

However, when it comes to "Chainsaw", another question suddenly comes to his mind:

"Where's Mr. Jigsaw?"

"That old man is still at the Antarctic base." Freddy replied, "Now it's his turn to be on duty there." ”

"With his help, we might be able to come up with some gorgeous scenes." Zhang Luo rubbed his chin thoughtfully, it was obvious that the "gorgeous" in his mouth was not quite the same as the concept of ordinary people's gorgeousness......

As soon as he finished speaking, Frankenstein's emotionless voice came from outside the studio:

"He's not coming."

The girl in white walked into the studio as she spoke, then yawned again and added, "Don't think about it." ”

PS.5.15 "Starting Point" is raining red envelopes! Starting at 12 noon, grab a round every hour, and a large wave of 515 red envelopes depends on luck. You all go and grab it, and the starting coins you grabbed continue to subscribe to my chapters! (To be continued.) )