This decision is not too unexpected, but in this way, the actors are more relaxed.

When Cha Cha and Xiao Qi came to the hotel, Director Zhang was talking to everyone about the script.

After chatting for a while, Director Zhang said to the cameraman Lao Cheng: "Lao Cheng, the braised duck feet you just bought are very delicious, where did you buy them?" ”

"It's just across the street, director, you still want to eat, I'll go buy some more."

Lao Cheng said with a smile.

Director Zhang also smiled: "Then it's troublesome for you." ”

Lao Cheng turned around and walked away from the hotel, feeling happy in his heart.

He thought that being instructed by the big director showed that his status in Director Zhang's heart was not low.

But as soon as he walked out on the street, Lao Cheng regretted it a little.

This street is too dark, right?

Moreover, there is an inexplicable sense of weirdness.

I don't know why, Lao Cheng has a feeling of a gust of yin wind blowing on his body, cold.

The whole street is dark, and the hue looks evil. Moreover, in the haze, there seemed to be a figure standing on the side of the street, and the figure was in a trance, as if it was covered with a layer of black fog, and it was not clear to see.

Lao Cheng felt a chill down his spine, and cold sweat broke out.

He walked briskly to the braised meat shop opposite.

The shop is dimly lit, and a woman is preparing tomorrow's pickled vegetables.

He knocked on the door twice and asked politely, "Sister, can I buy two braised chicken feet?" ”

Although the women didn't know him, they found that he was quite handsome, especially his eyes were clear, and there was a sweet pear vortex when he smiled, which made people soften their hearts unconsciously.

"What else to buy, I made a big bowl at home, and the marinade is much more thorough than now, waiting for the eldest sister to give you a few ......"

She wiped her hands and went to get him the secret chicken feet.

"Thank you!"

Lao Cheng thanked him.

The porcelain bowl with chicken feet looks a bit old, the chicken feet are cut in half, marinated thoroughly, ruddy and attractive, dotted with dark green onions and ginger, dried chili peppers, bay leaves, salty and fresh rich fragrance comes to the face.

The woman said as she packed, "You're here to film, right?" Do you stay here for the night? ”

"Yes, they live in these old houses."

The woman said mysteriously, "Be careful when you go to bed at night, young man." The courtyard next to it is where Lao Song, who died yesterday, used to live. ”

Lao Cheng said "sleeping" in his heart, and said dissatisfiedly: "Why is your village like this, this house is still rented to us?" Where does he live? ”

"Old Song and his son rented it, it's the one in the east."

Lao Cheng glanced out, good guy, isn't that the one where he lives with Sun Xin?

At this time, another eldest sister who sells braised vegetables came over and said, "Don't scare him, young people don't believe in these things now, and the house was vacated two days ago, and he turned his head in the younger son's house." ”

"Turning the head means death, and we can't say anything...... The village has settled on ......"

The meaning of the words is also very clear, although the deceased lived, but it was not there.

It's just that, after all, it is also the residence of the dead, and Lao Cheng still feels a little scared.

The daily necessities in the room will not have the relics used by the old man......

Lao Cheng felt unclear, and left in a daze with braised chicken feet.

The dark shadows on the street were all gone at this time, and the mist of Shicai had also dissipated, and Lao Cheng couldn't even feel the cold, only the sultry heat of summer.

But it scared him even more.

See you in a long time!

The weather in September is hot and cold, is this still a place for people?

Lao Cheng hurried back to the hotel, put the chicken feet on the table, and then found Sun Xin and said to him: "You look for the drama to see if there is any other house, the room where we live has just died." ”

Sun Xin was stunned for a moment and glanced at the drama.

The drama manager disagreed: "What if you have died? This is not an old mansion, it has been hundreds of years, and no one has died in any house? What a fuss. ”

Lao Cheng was choked by his words and didn't know how to refute it, Sun Xin asked again: "Who died there?" ”

"It's the old Song head who just came out of the funeral."

Sun Xin thought for a while and said, "Okay, since that's the case, how about the two of us switch rooms?" You sleep in the West House, I sleep in the East House. ”

Lao Cheng thought to himself: Although it is close, fortunately, Lao Song Tou did not die in Westinghouse.

He nodded and agreed.

Lao Cheng changed to Sun Xin's room, and found that this was not a bedroom originally, and he didn't know what it was for, and he also put a lot of tea, all of which were grown by himself, and many people in Zetang Village were growing tea.

Because the room was rented to the crew, only a simple wire bed was placed, but Lao Cheng, who was used to following the crew, didn't pick it at all.

If there is any inconvenience, it is that the toilet in this old house has to be doored.

There was no light at night in the village, there was only a lone dark yellow light bulb in the courtyard, and the people in the other houses in the same courtyard did not know if they were sleeping or not, and the surroundings seemed to be very quiet. But faintly, Lao Cheng actually heard the sound of drum music floating in the distance.

Lao Cheng guessed that it should be the mourning music of the mourning hall, but other than that, there was no other sound like this.

He got goosebumps all over his body and comforted himself that people couldn't be scared to death by brain supplements.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw that the lights in Sun Xin's room were still on, and he was a little relieved, so he hurried back to the toilet and climbed into bed.

Sleep, sleep, I have to wake up early tomorrow.

Dizzy, just when Lao Cheng was half-asleep and half-awake, he suddenly only felt cold on his body.

It's a very familiar feeling, just like the cold feeling of encountering black fog in the street.

Suddenly, Lao Cheng heard an old man coughing quite hard: "Cough! Ahem! ”

It seems that the trachea is not very good.

Frightened, Lao Cheng woke up suddenly, his eyes hadn't opened yet, but he felt that his whole face was numb.

Where does the sound come from?

Is he dreaming, or is the sound insulation bad?

At this time, there won't be any villagers passing by, right?

He guessed and wanted to turn on the air conditioner, but then it occurred to him that there was no air conditioning in this house at all.

Although the old house is shady, it is not so cold!

Lao Cheng's body was biting cold, getting colder and colder, and he felt inexplicably depressed in his chest, as if there was a cover on his head to cover him.

Bite.

The tea set rang.

Whoa, someone is pouring tea.

Crunch, the bamboo recliner was also pressed to make a sound.

The sound seems to be close at hand, and it is obviously an incomparably life-like movement, but it makes people hairy.

Someone, there's definitely someone in this room!

Lao Cheng wanted to get up and call for help, but he felt so heavy that he couldn't get up.

Could this feeling be the legendary ghost press?

"Sun Xin, Sun Xin!"

Lao Cheng screamed loudly in horror, but his ears couldn't hear the cry at all.

What's going on?

He was stunned.

Did I just stop screaming, or was I deaf?

"Sun Xin, help!"

Lao Cheng was still yelling, but he still couldn't hear what was being called.

But he can be sure that it is not that he is deaf, but that he can't make a voice no matter how much he shouts.

Lao Cheng was flustered, frightened, depressed, and his mind was blank.

I don't know how long it took, but when it was cold, Lao Cheng felt that there was a knock on his door.

Only then did the whole mind suddenly open up, Lao Cheng seemed to be like suddenly coming ashore from the water, his facial features suddenly became clear, he opened his eyes, and really woke up.

He only felt that the vest was soaked, and only the sound of his heart beating wildly was heard in his ears, which was full of strong fear.

Lao Cheng was full of doubts in his heart.

Just......

What the hell is going on?

"Lao Cheng."

Sun Xin's voice sounded outside the door, Lao Cheng hurriedly mobilized, and climbed out of bed to open the door, the moment he saw Sun Xin, he wanted to cry: "Sun Xin, this house is really ......"

What a wicked nature!

Lao Cheng didn't dare to say these two words. After all, he doesn't talk about people during the day, he doesn't talk about ghosts at night, he says that he can't say those words at night, and after what happened just now, he is afraid that he will really provoke something.

I have told a lot of weird stories in the past, but this is the first time I have experienced it myself.

The state of not being able to wake up just now is not like an ordinary nightmare, it is completely a legendary ghost press.

But it's not Old Man Song's room that he sleeps in!

Did you sleep in the wrong room?

It's really embarrassing, people are unlucky to drink cold water and stuff their teeth! Why did you change this house?

"Are you having nightmares?"

Sun Xin asked, "Do you want to come up to my house to sleep?" ”