After entering the theater, Lu Zhengyi and the others took the movie tickets and marched in the direction of the theater.

Along the way, there are many Chinese people who are following them with the flow of people.

Even among them, Lu Zhengyi could see some Tang people who whispered Tang Chinese, blonde and white-skinned Stars and Stripes, and black-skinned people......

As a major economic pillar of the country, tourism has attracted many foreign people to travel.

In addition to visiting and visiting scenic spots, of course, there are many tourists who come here for consumption.

But at this moment, Lu Zhengyi really can't understand that watching a movie can be done in his own country, why go all the way abroad to watch a movie?

However, this idea is only fleeting.

It doesn't matter.

The important thing is to curse this new film, which now has a good beginning.

Lu Zhengyi carried two cups of coffee in his hand and entered the theater.

There is no air conditioning or heating in the auditorium.

In some areas of the Tang Kingdom, this time of October is already cold, which makes people need to add clothes and quilts.

But Heguo's side is in a warm and cold temperature, and some people in good physical condition even wear shorts and shorts.

But other than that, there is only a very small human voice in the theater.

Only one voice for discussion?

This made the hearts of Lu Zhengyi and the others sink in their hearts.

But fortunately, as they entered the theater and walked down the aisle towards the audience, their sinking hearts relaxed.

Lu Zhengyi walked ahead, standing at the entrance, looking at the past, with a smile on his face.

They entered the venue with a step on the spot, and by the time they entered, the cinema advertisements on the screen had already entered the end, and some necessary fire warnings began.

Under the dim light, except for a corner that is relatively remote and has a poor view, this theater is almost full.

At this time, the projectionist in charge of monitoring in the theater was standing on the side of the aisle, whispering something to a foreign friend who was so dark that he couldn't see clearly, probably reminding him to silence and pay attention to the basic etiquette of watching movies.

The rustling sound that Lu Zhengyi and the others heard in the corridor just now should have been made by him.

In the presence of a projectionist to monitor the movie, the rest of the audience in the venue maintained basic viewing etiquette.

"I don't know what the situation is in other theaters, but the publicity has some effect."

Lu Zhengyi stepped on the stairs and whispered to Zhang Xueming behind him, "I thought it would only be young people, but it seems that there are still fans who come to support Teacher Chen's propaganda." ”

There are not only young people in their twenties.

There are also people in their thirties and forties.

It's a rarity for a horror film.

After all, horror films in this category will slowly be rejected as they get older.

"Shhhh

Because the theater was too quiet, Zhang Xueming instinctively raised her fingers and put them to her lips.

But soon, she realized that her movements were superfluous.

No one in the room noticed them, let alone was disturbed by their voices, just as they were outside, when they entered the theater.

Even the projectionist standing at the back of the auditorium, who was in charge of monitoring the situation, did not notice them.

But even so, Zhang Xueming didn't speak, and silently followed behind Lu Zhengyi.

The two of them walked all the way to the top row, bent over again, tiptoed past the audience in this row, and went straight to the innermost position.

That's right, the empty, corner spot belongs to the two of them.

cursed this film, Lu Zhengyi, as the director, and Zhang Xueming, as the investor, don't know how many times they have watched it.

The original film that has not been edited, they have all seen it.

So at this moment, there is no need for them to compete with other audiences for such a good seat, compared to watching movies, they are watching people.

Look at the performance of others in the room.

"Hum—"

As soon as Lu Zhengyi and the two sat down in their seats, plugged in the coffee, and put it in the storage area of the armrest next to it, a faint engine sound sounded in their ears.

The film officially begins.

There is no grand scene or terrifying soundtrack like other movies, just a simple panoramic shot.

In the cold white tone, outside a house that looks like a lot of money, a nanny car slowly drives into the camera and stops in the center of the shot, that is, at the door of the house.

As the car stopped at the door, the picture fell silent, and even the sound of the engine was no longer there.

From the overall lens composition to the rhythm of the painting, Lu Zhengyi directed according to the style of Heguo's side.

Because he sat in the highest row, he only had to look forward to look down on the rest of the audience below.

So far, there has been no response from them.

Quiet movies with a quiet cinema hall.

And after the car stopped for about ten seconds, the nanny's car door pulled 'clang', and then a face that was very familiar to the audience poked its head out, with a warm smile on its face, and raised its head to look at the clear sky.

Finally, many viewers below had some reactions after this figure appeared.

However, because the theater is very quiet, some people are very restrained even if they want to say something, and they do not directly make a voice or have a discussion.

"Teacher Chen, this, this is the house prepared for you by the crew."

And immediately after, another figure stepped out of the nanny's car, communicating in half-baked Tang language.

Whether it's the sound of the two of them talking, or the sound of pushing the door, the subtle and dull sound of getting out of the car and landing on the ground, all the sounds are very well received, and they are very clear in the background without a soundtrack.

Especially in this theater, these sounds that seem to ring directly in the ears make people feel like they are watching a documentary without narration.

And as Chen Junsheng comforted Kyoko Kanda, who was unfamiliar with Tang Chinese, and asked her to communicate in Japanese, the audience at the scene had a more subtle reaction.

Because they found out that the two people in the plot used their real names.

Moreover, even the profession and life are substituted into it.

This makes people feel more like they are watching a pseudo-documentary.

Gradually moving from the mundane everyday to the plot, this is the way Lu Zhengyi chose to direct this film.

There's no narration of the cause and effect, there's no sense of urgency in the newspaper with a photo of the murderer, and there's not even an opening credit......

"Ahem!"

An unnatural coughing sound sounded slightly, taking Lu Zhengyi's attention away from the film.

Adjust your sitting position, get close to your friends, or take a sip of your own drink......

The audience at the scene began to make some small movements as Chen Junsheng and the two entered the house.

These subtle movements finally gave the silent theater some sound.

However, it was not loud, but at this level, the projectionist in the back would not be able to remind them to be quiet.

The person who seemed to notice the gray-white figure in the corner of the camera made a smile appear on Lu Zhengyi's face.

Why don't you make the atmosphere more immersive. ’

Lu Zhengyi looked at the audience below, first stretched out his hand and gently held the palm of Zhang Xueming next to him.

After seeing the strange look she had seen, he took the mask that had tied the red rope around his waist, rested it on his lap, and tapped it lightly with his fingers.

Since he got this noodle, Lu Zhengyi can be said to have never left his body.

Even if you travel, you have to use a red rope to pin to the belt around your waist.

Even with the mask as a carrier, the user cannot leave the mask unless the user puts on a mask and summons the Snow Maiden inside.

But this guy's yin qi is thick enough to penetrate the restraints of the noodles and transmit it to the outside world to cause a chill.

Although this chill is not fatal, it can only make people chill and shiver.

But such a dangerous thing, Lu Zhengyi felt that it was better to wear it on his body.

Of course, the red string was just a string he was looking for, not something special.

And with Lu Zhengyi's fingernails tapping on the face, a cold feeling centered on this mask spread in all directions.

In an instant, the temperature in the theater, where there was neither air conditioning nor heating, dropped by a few degrees.

And over time, it's been going on.

Below, because of the appearance of the coconut, the audience who had a small commotion quieted down one by one and stopped moving.

They sat upright one by one, their faces reflected by the fluorescent light of the screen, and their expressions were a little sluggish and stiff.

This sudden drop of coldness can be felt by anyone.

However, because they were watching horror movies, for a while, they couldn't tell whether it was the theater party that suddenly turned on the air conditioner, or ...... Because of the plot of the movie.

But I have to say that this air conditioner came at the right time.

"Uh-uh......"

As the sound of hiccups sounded one after another, in the picture, Chen Junsheng panicked.

Outside the screen, the audience also panicked.

"Hey, hey, I'm just here to make a scene, no."

In the picture, Chen Junsheng showed a strong kung fu foundation as always.

After the faint figure that made the audience feel inexplicably chilled appeared, he did not retreat but advanced, swinging his fist and intending to smash it at the resentful spirit.

And as Chen Junsheng got closer, the camera got closer and closer.

"Shhhh

"Ahem, ahem, ahem!"

"Whew-"

When the skull is twisted and the face is like a small hammer sunken in front of the frame, all kinds of strange sounds sound from the audience's mouth, either gasping, or exhaling, or coughing.

"Isn't it just a ghost, I've learned it anyway......"

"!"

"It's not fair!"

It's a pity, after Chen Junsheng's fist passed through this ghost.

As powerful as him, fear finally rose on his face, smiling no matter what he faced.

And this fear will be transmitted, at least, many people present unconsciously held their breath.

The screen was completely dark, plunging the theater into a brief darkness, and the sound of chewing was in the ears, and in addition to that, there was the occasional sound of crunchy bones being bitten like a 'crunch'.

Not to mention the audience, Lu Zhengyi felt that Zhang Xueming, who was beside him who didn't know how many times he had seen it, his body became a little stiff with the atmosphere of the scene.

Soon, though, she grabbed her palm with her backhand, her fingers interlocked.

Compared with the coldness that others can feel, Zhang Xueming will not be affected because of her contact with him.

And when Lu Zhengyi looked at her, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the screening observer at the end of the aisle.

The man in the suit, who had whispered to remind the audience to be quiet, was sitting on the stairs at this moment, huddled in a ball.

Probably cold.

"The temperature is too low."

Lu Zhengyi whispered in harmony, and tapped his fingers on the noodles again, "Restrain your yin qi a little." ”

It's like an air conditioner remote control, and the temperature is a little warmer.

On the side, Zhang Xueming realized what Lu Zhengyi had done when he took out this noodle.

Although I know that Lu Zhengyi is next to him, others probably can't hear or see themselves.

But Zhang Xueming still leaned close to his ear, and then whispered, "I, is it really okay for us to be like this?" ”

"Isn't it a little hot?" Lu Zhengyi looked at her and blinked, cautiously, and followed her example, and leaned into her ear, "I just glanced at the weather forecast, and it's twenty-five degrees today." ”

"So many people don't turn on the air conditioning, and the indoor temperature is at least twenty-seven, which is a bit hot and dry, and people can't bear it."

"Now cool down, cool down, and enjoy the film better."

Zhang Xueming looked at him, "Then you are still kind to blame." ”

In my ears, the chewing sound faded away, and the picture lit up again, and the cannibalistic house welcomed its next guest.

The re-lit fluorescence hit Lu Zhengyi's face, and I saw him grinning, very sunny.

"Not really."

……

"I need to complain to you, this weather is so cold and the air conditioner has caused me a lot of trouble!"

"I'm really sorry, sir, there is no air conditioning in the theater."

"None? How can it be! ”

A black-skinned audience with a pale face was saying something angrily, but because of his black skin, the overall feeling should be said to be a feeling of excessive blood loss.

The lips, which were as thick as sausages, were a little gray.

And in front of him, a middle-aged man in a suit kept bowing.

When the movie ended, Lu Zhengyi was not clear in other theaters.

But their theater is more complicated.

Some people sat on the chairs as if they were stupid, some people angrily found the monitor behind them to complain, and some people left the theater in a hurry and didn't know what to do......

All in all, people's stress responses are different.

But the strange thing is that everyone present did not leave the scene early, no matter how scared they were, no matter how panicked, they all saw the end of the film with patience.

“…… I'm really sorry sir, but you can feel that if the air conditioner is really on, there will not be this temperature now. ”

The middle-aged man in the suit hadn't recovered from the theater yet, and several pitch-black figures in front of him bumped into him and started scolding.

He bowed and apologized, and from time to time he interspersed a few words of explanation with his apology.

But when he said this, the middle-aged man himself frowned and looked dazed.

As a monitor in the venue, he clearly felt the temperature change in the theater just now, and the coldness was as if it had entered winter in advance.

And the angry black-skinned audience just wanted to say something, but after feeling it carefully, it seemed to ...... It's not cold, it's even a little hot!

The anger on his face froze.

And when they were arguing, two figures walked slowly past them, and the two of them lowered their heads and looked at their phones intently, as if they were two low-headed people.

(End of chapter)