The suspicious gaze fell on the staff.

The staff member was found to be shaking.

His eyes widened, his pupils constricted, and he stared in a certain direction, shivering.

That's a sign of fear to the extreme.

Luo Dao looked at him.

At the end of the gaze, there is an inkstone.

Luo Daoduo's inkstone has the impression that it was just sent by the producer a few days ago, and it is also the main antique of the new plot they are about to film.

"Is there anything wrong with the inkstone?"

"Director Luo, when I left, the inkstone wasn't placed here," the staff's voice trembled, "I remember very clearly, because it was an antique that was about to be used, I moved it to a convenient place, but now it's ......"

Everyone's eyes fell on the inkstone.

Now the inkstone is located in a corner, and to get it, you have to bypass several shelves in front of it.

The timid ones are already starting to feel chills in their backs.

"Director Luo, otherwise, let's go out first, and go see the monitoring."

After the surveillance was called, everyone fell silent.

In the surveillance, the snowflakes flickered and constantly made a "sizzle" sound, and it was impossible to see what was happening in the house.

"I just watched the surveillance and it's okay, huh?" The head of the patrol wondered.

He turned the monitoring up, and the time was set to the present.

The flickering snowflakes in the video disappeared, and what appeared in front of everyone was obviously the current situation in the antique room.

There's nothing wrong with that.

The patrol leader adjusted it a few more times, and sometimes the video turned into a snowflake, and other times the video was normal.

The abnormality is too obvious to convince yourself to ignore it.

Director Luo looked around at the people around: "I'll find someone to change the surveillance, these days, if it's not necessary, don't go over there." ”

"Director Luo, do you want to find a master to take a look?" One of the staff members whispered.

Although the others did not speak, the meaning in their eyes was approving.

Director Luo also beat a drum in his heart, and he didn't refuse in one breath.

"Don't talk about this matter yet, wait to figure out what is going on, and then inform the crew." Luo Dao commanded.

"We know."

Zi is silent, strange and confused, sometimes, it's obviously nothing, it's too much, maybe there will be strange appearances, they filmed this drama, they came into contact with more antiquities, and they were a little afraid of these, no one dared to take risks, everyone was tight-lipped.

A few days have passed, and apart from them, no one in the crew has noticed anything wrong.

Luo Daotuo contacted the local master, found an excuse to give the crew a holiday, and lured the master to the crew when no one was around.

"Dao Chief, this is it." Director Luo respectfully took people to the place where the antiques were placed.

The older master is thin, with crane hair and a childish face, a long white beard, wearing a Taoist robe, and a fairy style and bones, which is very superior.

"Daoist Yang, please."

"Director Luo, don't worry, with my master's help, I will solve any problems for you." The younger one is the apprentice of Yang Daochang, little Yang Daochang.

Yang Daochang has two brushes, entered the room where the antiques were placed, looked around, and said bluntly: "There are too many antiquities in this house, mixed with evil things." ”

When Director Luo heard this, he was shocked in his heart: "Daoist Yang, do you have a way to solve it?" ”

Yang Daochang held the floating dust and bowed his head slightly.

"I will open the altar to drive away the yin things hovering inside, but the practice requires all kinds of magic weapons......

Director Luo understood: "Don't worry, you can make a list of what you want, and I will ask someone to buy it." ”

Yang Daochang nodded in satisfaction.

Daoist Xiao Yang spoke: "You are really blessed to be able to invite my master to personally open the altar, you must know that the practice of opening the altar is quite consuming to cultivate, and my master generally refuses to accept it." ”

Yang Daochang was a high-ranking person, and Xiao Yang Daochang secretly instilled in Luo Dao how powerful Yang Daochang is, and how lucky you can ask him to move, etc., and fooled Luo Dao so much that he couldn't find the north, and when Luo Dao reacted, he promised the other party a high price, not to mention, and promised to donate a sum of incense and contract the device.

"Exorcism, are there so many steps?" Thinking of Xie Qinci's simple and crude way of exorcising evil spirits, Gu Mian fell into deep doubt.

"Is the matter settled?" Shi Yangrong asked nervously.

"If it was resolved, I wouldn't be here now." Director Luo smiled bitterly.

The opening of the altar was huge, and Director Luo watched a ritual from the sidelines, and he didn't know how strong it was.

But that night, when they all let go of their hearts, something happened again.

The person who went to pick up the antique broke his head in it for no reason, and the blood flowed to some of the antiques.

Director Luo came to inquire, but he didn't have time to feel sorry for the antiques that were contaminated by blood, and he was horrified to find that those antiques that should have been stained with blood were clean and clean, and there was no blood stain left.

"You wiped the blood clean?"

He heard his own trembling voice.

"No, no," the staff who spoke stared at the place where the antiques were placed as if they were facing a great enemy, and their voices were unsteady, "Director Luo, those bloods were absorbed by them......"

The ominous premonition came true, and Director Luo stroked his tight head: "Are you sure you read that right, the blood is really ...... Absorbed? ”

"It's not just me, they've seen it."

Director Luo's gaze fell on the others.

"Director Luo, it's true, Xiaowen shed a lot of blood at that time......" seemed to think of some frightening picture, and the voice of the person who spoke trembled.

"The blood seemed to be pulled by something, falling on those antiques, I don't know how to describe it, under the washing of blood, they seemed to come to life, I heard the sound of my heart beating......"

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Before he finished speaking, a regular beating sound sounded in the room.

"That's it, that's the voice!"

Director Luo endured his fear and listened carefully.

He walked over to the source of the sound and saw a lotus bowl on the shelf.

The lotus bowl is blue and resembles a blooming lotus flower, which is very exquisite, and it is the most important antique they want to shoot, and it was also sent by the producer.

In the dim light, a strange light flashed on the lotus bowl.

Luo Dao took a few steps back abruptly.

"Lock this place first, don't let anyone in!"

Director Luo replied with extreme fear, and the first thing he did was to call the producer.

What went wrong were all antiques sent by the producer, and Director Luo always had to figure out the reason.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Filming is not clear? The producer's first reaction was not to believe it.

"You think I'm joking with you?" Director Luo was displeased, "You can see for yourself, I am pressing the news now, if I don't solve it sooner, sooner or later everyone will know about it." ”

"I see," the producer scolded, "you help me press first, and I'll come over tomorrow." ”

Early the next morning, the producers rushed over.

Director Luo took him to the place where the antiques were kept.

They chose to pass at noon.

"That's what's wrong." Luo Dao pointed to one of the shelves.

The antiques lay quietly in the showcase, without any anomalies.

The producer walked over and looked at it carefully: "I entrusted someone to collect these things, because it was an acquaintance, and he gave me an internal price, could it be that he deliberately sold me something in question?" ”

In the antique industry, there are still many taboos.

It's just that they don't have definite evidence now, so it's not good to come to the door and question them directly.

"Get these troubles out of the way first." The producer pinched his eyebrows, "I'll look for a relationship and see if I can invite a master to come and have a look." ”

"I pleased, but it didn't work." Director Luo solved the matter of Yang Daochang.

"Then don't invite him, I'll ask if there is a reliable master."

The producer was thinking about it and had a very strange dream that night.

He dreamed that he was locked up in a small space, staggering and not knowing where he was being taken.

The dream was intermittent and incoherent, and as soon as the scene turned, he arrived at an antique house with an inkstone on the desk.

It was the inkstone he bought.

It was quiet in the room, and the producer tried to shout, but no one answered.

He walked around the house a few times and found several familiar antiques.

Antiques are kept in the house, there are no display cases, there are no specially made shelves, as if these items are ordinary items of the owner's house, and there is nothing worthy of special treatment.

Until he was woken up by the alarm clock, the producer still remembered the details of the house in his mind.

At first, he didn't take it to heart.

But for several days, he had the same dream, and the scene in the dream became clearer and clearer, from silence to sound.

He heard the sound of frolicking, the beating of gongs and drums, and this was not the most frightening thing for him, what scared him the most was that he was sleepy for more and more time.

Staying up late is common for contemporary people, the producer is used to sleeping after twelve o'clock, and before he knows it, he goes to bed earlier and earlier, from twelve to eleven to nine, and he is sleepy during the day.

It would be fine if he just slept a lot, but he slept a lot, and his spirit became worse and worse.

One morning, the producer and Director Luo had breakfast together, and after eating, Director Luo poured him a cup of coffee: "Have you slept late lately?" Why is the spirit so bad? ”

The phrase "I have been sleeping early lately...... wakes up the person in the dream, and the producer is silent, and he suddenly realizes that his recent situation is very wrong.

"I go to bed very early, and I have to take a nap during the day, and if I count the time, I probably have to sleep sixteen hours a day," the producer's face became more and more solemn, "Every time I fall asleep, I have the same dream." ”

In the dream, first there was a small and bumpy space, then an antique house, at first, he could only see that one house, and later, he unlocked more and more maps, and he could see the scene outside the house.