They didn't really bring much.

Or that the dead director "Zheng Chao" brought very few things.

In addition to the necessary equipment and some batteries for filming, only the script and some pens used to revise the script remained.

The pen is certainly not afraid of water.

Only paper and batteries will.

If the ghost itself is not a battery, it should be those scripts in their hands.

"No, the script doesn't make sense......"

"Each of us's scripts, everyone should have taken it well, at least it won't be thrown in the rain outside, and that thing won't get wet."

originally thought that they had found the truth, but Meng Jun's words made them fall into doubts again.

That's true.

The script was distributed to them by the director, and although it felt like it was useless, everyone kept it well, and it was impossible to throw the script outside in the rain when there was a tent.

"I'll go check with you, they should all be back."

Meng Jun got up and left the tent alone.

It didn't take long for him to come back wet.

It's just that Meng Jun's face is a little not good-looking.

"It's exactly what we thought it would be, and everyone's scripts are very well preserved."

"Cheng Xin didn't die, but she went to the tents of the other teams because she was scared."

Hearing Meng Jun's words, everyone fell silent.

The important clue that was finally grasped was suddenly broken like this.

Could it be that something is wrong with the direction in which they are thinking?

The essence of the ghost...... Not a script?

Ning Qiushui stared straight at the fireworks in the tent without saying a word.

He always felt as if he was missing something very important.

But for a while, he couldn't remember what he had missed, and in this short day, a lot of things had happened, which made the information in his mind a little confused.

Due to the impact of the heavy rain, those who have always been keen on filming are now also shrunk in their tents, and they don't dare to run outside.

The good news is that they are located on the top of a mountain, so no matter how much rain falls, it can't accumulate.

At least they don't die inexplicably because of natural disasters.

"They're not filming anymore?"

Feng Yu opened the curtain of the tent and sneered.

Ningqiu Waterway:

"In fact, you can shoot this day, although many places in the ancient house are broken and leaking, but the computer can be placed in the tent, after all, it is wirelessly connected."

"The cameras are not afraid of the rain, maybe they don't want to continue filming...... It's just that this rain is so cold. ”

In the tent, the three of them all acquiesced to Ning Qiushui's statement.

Thankfully, they still have enough small gas tanks to make a fire for them.

They quickly dried their bodies, took the rainwater from outside in a small pot, boiled a large pot of hot boiling water, and drank it slowly.

The body gradually warmed up.

They all put on their own clothes.

The rain was indeed heavy and cold, and everyone tacitly did not continue to mention the shooting.

They were all waiting for the rain to stop.

I don't know if it's because of this rain, the terrifying ghost in the old mansion hasn't reappeared for the time being.

Perhaps, like everyone else, it doesn't like the rain very much.

Before you know it, it's nightfall.

"Four-person shift vigil or two-by-two?"

"Let's go by two, in case of any emergency, we can take care of each other."

After Meng Jun finished speaking, he paused, and then said:

"I'm keeping watch in the middle of the night, which of you is with me?"

Feng Yu hurriedly raised his hand.

"I'm me, Brother Jun, I'm with you!"

Ning Qiushui looked at Feng Yu with some surprise.

Bai Xiaoxiao next to him approached and whispered in his ear:

"Meng Jun saved his life, twice."

"Following Meng Jun, he feels at ease."

Hearing Bai Xiaoxiao say this, Ning Qiushui understood.

If someone saves him twice in a row, that person will also make him feel at ease.

The two rested in the tent until they were woken up by Meng Jun and them in the second half of the night, then sat up, walked to the door of the tent, and sat and continued to watch the second half of the night.

"I'm so sorry to pull you into such a horrible bloody door......"

Bai Xiaoxiao sighed lightly.

Ning Qiushui didn't blame her, nor did he say sanctimoniously that it didn't matter.

He looked at Bai Xiaoxiao, who was shrouded in moonlight, even though the other party's lipstick had been washed away by the rain, the pair of plump lips still looked a little bright.

"In the second blood door, I owe you a favor, and now it's time to pay it back."

Ning Qiushui said.

Bai Xiaoxiao smiled and said:

"Didn't you save me once, if you have to say that you have to repay the favor, you have already paid it back at that time."

After saying that, she pursed her lips slightly in embarrassment.

Although her head was separated from her body at that time, her consciousness did not disappear, and she still remembered Ning Qiushui picking up her pants.

The two were silent for a moment, and Ning Qiushui suddenly asked:

"By the way, Sister Bai, you are in the outside world...... Awesome? ”

Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and a malicious smile flashed across her face:

"What, Qiushui, do you have a request for me?"

Ning Qiushui touched his nose.

"Can you help me look it up...... Or look up a picture for me? ”

Bai Xiaoxiao did not refuse.

"It's a small thing, but let's talk about it when we can get out alive......"

Ning Qiushui nodded.

Outside the tent, the rain was still falling.

There is no intention of stopping.

It seems that it is precisely because of this rain that everyone has a rare comfortable time without the interference of ghosts.

The two sat at the door of the tent, chatting nonsense one after another, and after gradually getting acquainted, Bai Xiaoxiao found that Ning Qiushui was not as emotional as he seemed on the outside, he was just good at hiding his emotions, and he didn't like to show his heart through expressions, and Ning Qiushui also found that Bai Xiaoxiao was not as mature as she imagined, and sometimes made some very childish and playful jokes.

Chatting and chatting, Ning Qiushui's previous thoughts gradually emptied, calmed down, and became less chaotic.

So, he finally remembered what he had overlooked!

"I remember!"

He suddenly muttered, which made Bai Xiaoxiao on the side stunned:

"What do you remember, Qiushui?"

Ning Qiushui slowly turned his head, stared at Bai Xiaoxiao directly, and said word by word:

"The nature of that ghost...... It's the script! ”

pS: Today's fifth watch, good night.