Yu Jing ran over to find a sound, and the old man shrank behind him like a little chicken, angry: "Didn't you say that you won't make ghost movies?" ”

"Ah, there's no ghost, it's a mechanism." Yu Jing reluctantly explained.

The old man looked at the puppet with a desperate expression: "Can I apply for a replacement?" ”

It is impossible to change people, Yu Jing will not disrupt the shooting plan, fortunately, Xu Yuanbo just said that he usually follows Yu Jing, and Yu Jing will go to Wu Yue if he has something.

Half a month passed, and Yu Jing's film began to be edited and submitted for review.

The film is scheduled for the end of October, and at this time, there are more than 50 Han and Tang film and television dramas on the Internet, and the audience's comments have changed from howling at the beginning to rebellious now.

knew that Yu Jing's Tang Dynasty film was about to be released, and even fans were discouraged.

[Director Jing, I can't see it anymore, and now I want to vomit when I see Hantang Film and Television. 】

[From the love and hatred between Li Shimin and Guanyin to the-for-tat confrontation with Li Jiancheng, I have seen all kinds of grievances, and I can connect them seamlessly, who can have me miserable. 】

[Director Jing's shooting is too slow, and now I can only smell the exhaust fumes.] 】

[Don't worry, we will definitely support you. 】

On the day of the release, fans grabbed a ticket weakly, and looked at the page that was successfully snapped up, feeling even more tired.

At the entrance of the cinema, the audience walked in silently, and it was not as noisy as before.

Someone has an eye patch in his pocket and is about to go to the cinema to catch up on sleep, as if he is not going to watch a movie.

Seeing this situation, many black fans gloated, but they didn't expect Yu Jing to have today.

Fortunately, Yu Jing has a lot of fans, even if he doesn't want to brush up like before, the movie theater can be crowded on the day of the premiere.

Someone muttered: "Di Renjie's wooden puppet, a good name." ”

The person next to him nodded weakly: "Di Renjie seems to be an official in the Tang Dynasty, it seems that he is telling the story of the court again, alas." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was a mask of pain.

Forget it, give Director Jing a bit of heat, they still sleep/play light/play games.

As the showtime came, the cinema went dark in an instant, and only the light of the big screen illuminated the tired expressions of the audience. Someone pulled an eyepatch out of his pocket and prepared to put it on himself.

In the silence of the streets, people have fallen asleep, and occasionally there is a barking dog.

A small four-story building appeared in front of everyone, and there were dim lights flickering on the first floor of the small building.

A groomer yawned and walked down the deserted street. He raised a small wooden hammer and struck the gong, and then struck the gong, and shouted with full energy: "The weather is dry, be careful of the fire candle." ”

Two pitch-black figures appeared on the window paper of the small building, which seemed to be a man and a woman.

With a bang, one of the female figures took out a dagger and stabbed it into the male figure's chest, blood splattered on the window paper, and the man fell weakly.

The husband's eyes widened, a chill spread from the soles of his feet, and the cold night wind blew him shivering.

Squeak –

The door of the small building was blown open by the night wind, and the blood on the ground made the husband fall to his knees.

The deceased was a man, his eyes wide, lying on the ground staring at the husband, his expression full of resentment.

As for the murderers......

A puppet sat on a bench, holding a dagger in his hand, two drops of blood slowly sliding down his beautiful face, smiling at him.

A mournful voice echoed through the town.

"Murder! The puppets are killing! ”

Chapter 153

The first scene at the beginning of the movie is like ice water suddenly poured on a hot summer day, which not only drives away their tiredness, but also chills them shivering.

The audience froze there, the hands at their sides trembling slightly.

Their sleepy bugs were scared away.

"I remember, Director Jing said that this is a Tang Dynasty movie ......" The man said in a weak tone, clenching the blindfold in his hand, and his face was bruised and purple, and finally turned black.

"That's right, Di Renjie is a well-known minister in the Tang Dynasty, and he has visited the prime minister twice." The woman next to her explained dryly.

This person has appeared in popular science videos.

Hearing this, the little brother with the blindfold collapsed even more, pointing at the screen and complaining to the woman: "But why is there a spirit in the Tang Dynasty!" The puppets are killing people, hey! ”

watched too many Yu Jing's horror movies, and a small puppet killing couldn't scare him. The reason for the collapse is that the movie is different from what he imagined.

I thought it was an elegant and delicate porridge side dish, but it turned out to be an invincible spicy devil pepper.

The woman obviously thought of going with him, was silent for a moment, and said weakly, "It may be...... Fantasy Datang? ”

The little brother with the blindfold covered his face and didn't speak for a long time, and then looked up, he looked at the audience, left and right.

The audience swept away the previous decadence, looking at the big screen with blazing eyes, their expressions excited and expectant.

They pointed to the big screen and whispered-

"Is it because the puppet kills people that there is a soul attached to it?"

"! There is only the silhouette of the window, I don't see the picture, the sense of mystery is full, and it is worthy of Jingdao! ”

"Looking at the husband, he suddenly thought of the seller of the Hundred Ghosts Night Walking Jingdao, help."

"I like opera, and I also have a little study of opera, this puppet seems to be Hua Dan, look at its joints, it can be moved."

……

The screams echoed over the streets, and for a long time, the merchants turned off the lights, sealed the windows and hid under the beds, lest they get into trouble.

In the grand city, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there was a murder, which soon alarmed the Praetorian Guard and Dali Temple.

The Praetorian Guards, with serious faces and swords at their waists, surrounded Xiaolou, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

"You say, the puppet killed him?" Di Renjie, who is currently the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, called his husband to his side and asked in a deep voice.

The husband was so shaky that he didn't dare to look at the deceased, and he swore with a trembling throat to the sky: "My lord, I saw with my own eyes that the puppet killed this man with a dagger!" The dagger is still in the puppet's hand, this can't be faked! ”

As soon as these words came out, the Praetorian Guards couldn't help but look at him, and the scrutiny in their eyes was chilling.

A group of dignified men still held knives in their hands, and the dead man's eyes flashed from time to time, and the husband wanted to faint directly, better than being tormented here.

At this time, he wiped the blood on his hands and nodded slowly to Di Renjie: "My lord, the deceased was killed on the spot by a knife through the heart, and the murder weapon was officially a dagger in the hands of the puppet." ”

Di Renjie frowned when he heard this, and when he saw that his husband was crumbling as if he was about to faint, he motioned to his subordinates to take him back to Dali Temple first.

The eastern sky is white, and the occasional rooster can be heard, and this street is the most prosperous and lively place in the West City, where businesses are about to open.

The small building is called Chunyi Building, and there are countless fine wines in the building, especially the spring drunk is sought after by the dignitaries of Chang'an City.

Puppet killings are too weird to let the corpses sit here and cause panic.

"Come and send the dead and the puppets back to Dali Temple."

The puppet sat quietly on the bench, a pair of beautiful eyes looking forward to mercy, and two drops of blood added three points of demonic energy.

When the entourage went to hold it, he didn't know where it came across, and the puppet's head moved slightly.

"My lord, it's moving!" The attendant screamed and crawled away.

Master Wei Song frowned, he didn't expect a small puppet to make the entourage fuss.

"This puppet has flexible joints, no different from ordinary people, it is nothing more than the use of mortise and tenon structure, what is there to be afraid of."

The entourage swallowed saliva and trembled to move the puppet. The puppets were so tall that they were made of wood, and they weighed very heavy, and they were finally carried back by two people.

The master sent the results of the investigation to Di Renjie.

"My lord, the deceased was Ding Bing, the shopkeeper of Chunyi Building, and the cause of death was excessive blood loss. There is no trace of a second person at the scene of the crime, only two pairs of footprints, one of which has been contrasted with a puppet. ”

Di Renjie lowered his eyes and was silent, as if he was asleep. Suddenly, he smiled and asked, "Sir, does this case be a puppet murder?" ”

Wei Song shook the folding fan, but smiled silently.

The next day, Di Renjie came to Dongshi with his guards and master, and the bustling streets were full of whispers.

Passers-by stood in the sun, as if this could dispel the cold.

"I heard that the shopkeeper of Chunyi Building was killed by a puppet!"

"It's really fake, how can a puppet kill someone, and it won't move."

"Hey, the West Market has spread all over the city, I can still lie to you, maybe I have done too much bad things, and the unjust soul will take revenge."

The faces of the people were panicked, and the timid decision not to go out in the last few days.

Master Wei Song frowned: "My lord, this case must be solved quickly, otherwise after a long time, rumors will spread, which is not conducive to public security management." ”

Di Renjie naturally understands this truth.

He led his two right-hand men to a puppet theater, which used to be deserted today, and there was not a single guest in sight.

"Uncle, can you open for business today?" Wei Song asked with a smile.

The old man guarding the door was upset, and when he saw that the three of them were dressed extraordinarily, he could only squeeze out a smile and make excuses: "Forgive me, today is the day when the puppets are brightened, please come back tomorrow." ”

Di Renjie became interested: "What is the finishing touch?" ”

The old man at the gate waved his hand to catch him away, and the guard Chen Yu hurriedly showed his waist card.

The class leader hurried over and welcomed Di Renjie and his party in.

The class master told him honestly: "My lord, I don't know if you have ever heard that the paper man does not put the eye on the eyes, if you don't remember the king of Hades?" ”

Di Renjie touched his beard and nodded slowly: "This official has heard it." ”

"Puppets are just the opposite, every time a puppet is made, the troupe will light up the eyes for them, and once they have the eyes, they can have thoughts and sing on stage for everyone to hear." The head of the class is chattering.

Di Renjie glanced at the master, and followed the class master to the backyard, where there were three puppets on the altar, about half a person tall, with vivid facial features, and even blinking his eyes.

The person in charge of opening the light tirelessly advised: "The puppet can only open the eyes, not be happy." ”

The guard Chen Yu got Di Renjie's hint and stepped forward to ask, "Why can't you be happy?" ”

"If the puppet doesn't have a snack, the happy trick will produce seven emotions and six desires, thus killing people."