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Honda obviously has not experienced supernatural events and has no association with them. He rubbed his eyes, and after a moment of confusion, he decided that he was dazzled.

The Shimada son and Honda left the room together and walked for a while. Both of them were not sociable and could only speak a few words, making the atmosphere slightly awkward.

"...I heard that the hotel is not going to operate anymore?" Honda chose a not-so-good topic, "It looks pretty good, and the environment is very good."

"Well, the place is a bit remote and the cost of maintenance is too high." The Shimada family's son replied, "Originally, we planned to close down completely this year and look for opportunities to sell the place. Now that we have to film, we may be able to maintain it for a while. "

"Maybe it can become a tourist attraction. There are quite a lot of fans of this show." Honda said politely.

"Haha, I have this idea."

When they reached the fork in the road, the Shimada family's son pointed in another direction, "Then I'll go accompany my mother."

"Oh. I'm going to the kitchen. See you at noon. The food for lunch today is very good." Honda said.

The two parted ways.

When Honda returned to the kitchen, the chef had returned and was chopping vegetables. Honda couldn't help, so he went to the lounge next door. The people inside changed. Several people were playing with their mobile phones, and they were all low-key people. When they saw Honda, they casually said hello.

Honda also took out his mobile phone and browsed the web and social networking sites. After a while, he started playing mobile games again, completely forgetting about the cat.

Everyone had dinner together at noon and continued shooting in the afternoon.

Honda is also a member of the handyman and follows the props team to decorate the hot springs.

This time I'm going to set up a murder scene and get some fake blood and stuff.

Honda heard some discussions about the plot.

The plot setting sounds a bit cliche to me. It is nothing more than the murderer taking advantage of the complex terrain of the hotel, the various connected walkways, and the extreme temperatures of snow and hot springs to affect the rigor mortis time of the corpse and create his own alibi. The modus operandi is not complex, let alone new.

Because the body was found in a hot spring, Honda was busy at the big hot spring, which gave me the opportunity to observe.

I sank to the bottom of the hot spring to take a look. The hot spring is not deep, and the water cannot completely cover my head. I squatted down and groped for the bottom of the hot spring, but couldn't find anything unusual.

After the props team was busy for a while, they arranged the venue and the actors followed suit.

I floated out of the hot spring pool and followed Honda to the outer circle.

The hot spring is halfway up the mountain, backed by the hotel building, and in front of it is a small cliff. Looking further into the distance, you can see farther mountains.

I suddenly felt a little unsure.

Are the shrines and ghosts I saw on this mountain peak? Maybe on another mountain?

It's just that this is where the trouble should be.

That ghost may not be here yet.

The previous cats were just his vanguard.

I was thinking wildly and heard a little commotion coming from the filming site.

The actors moved, and the old actress who played Mrs. Shimada walked to the hot spring.

After a while, the director shouted to start filming, and the old actor was heard screaming loudly.

I was startled.

Everyone applauded and praised the old lady's beautiful voice. The old lady raised her hand and bowed to thank those around her.

"That's awesome." Someone praised behind Honda.

Honda, who was applauding, turned his head and saw the son of the Shimada family. Next to him was a woman in kimono, his wife. His daughter-in-law was with his wife, holding her arm. Both women were dressed in kimonos, very similar to the image of hotel proprietresses I’ve seen in movies and TV shows.

"Mr. Shimada." Honda greeted.

The staff nearby also said hello.

The son of the Shimada family waved his hand quickly, "You're welcome. Don't interrupt the filming. We're just here to take a look."

"Where's Mrs. Shimada? Didn't you disturb her rest?" asked a staff member.

"My mother is taking a nap with her grandson. You can't hear the noise from the room over there." The Shimada family's son smiled, "It doesn't matter if the dog is with them."

"Oh, all right."

The on-site shooting started again, and these people all became quiet again, standing on tiptoes to watch the situation over there.

The voice of the old actor came over, and the content of the words could not be heard clearly, but one could feel her nervousness and fear.

This scene took a long time to shoot, and the actors had quite a lot of lines.

It wasn't completed until it got dark. Everyone called it a day, had dinner, and filmed some night scenes.

The hotel became quiet again. At least Honda's experience was uneventful. He was busy with chores every day, and anyone who needed him could use him as an errand boy. On several occasions, he followed the car out of the hotel and went down the mountain to buy items.

On the thirteenth day of filming, Nancai arrived at the hotel with his agent, assistant, and translator.

I was floating next to Honda, and I was really excited when I heard people talking about the arrival of Nantian.

Honda followed the others to watch the fun, but only saw Nantian greeting everyone from a distance.

I wanted to float over, but Nan Tian’s team had already followed the director into the room.

There was a pulling force behind me, and I flew upside down involuntarily. When I turned around, I saw that Honda had followed the dispersed crowd.

No matter how unwilling I am, I won't be able to transcend the limitations of my abilities at this time, break free from the constraints, and run to find Nan Tian.

There is no scene with Nan Tian today. After that glance, I never saw Nan Tian again.

On the contrary, the crew members of the production team talked about a lot of gossip related to Nantian.

At night, everyone fell asleep.

Honda has adapted to the snoring of its roommates. I was different from before and became anxious and restless.

Nan Tian's appearance means that he is about to film, and it also means that Honda's death is approaching.

I watched Honda play with his phone before going to bed and confirmed today's date.

And the day after tomorrow is the day when Honda has an accident.

At dawn the next day, Honda got up at his usual time, lined up to wash up, had breakfast together, and went to the scene to help set up the scene.

The actors also got up at this time, dressed up, and listened to the director's instructions.

I still saw the southern sky from a distance.

There were two women following him, one of whom I actually knew was his fan, Han Ji, who escaped from Yangshan District!

This girl actually followed Nan Tian and seemed to have become his assistant?

I feel incredible.

As for the other girl next to Nan Tian, ​​seeing that she is constantly acting as a microphone, she should be Nan Tian's translator.

Nan Tian himself seems to be able to speak a little, but still needs to rely on a translator to communicate with the crew.

After some communication, he rehearsed several times before officially starting filming.

Honda was once again pushed to the outermost edge of the crowd of onlookers.

I could only float nearby and observed for a long time, but I didn't see any Yin Qi appearing.

After waiting for a while, before Nan Tian's scene was over, Honda was called over.

There are dozens of people in the crew, food, clothing and a lot of chores. This is in the mountains. To go to a convenience store, you have to drive down the mountain for an hour.

Honda was asked to go shopping and went down the mountain with the driver and two other staff members.

When the car came back, they were the movers again.

I couldn't hold my temper anymore, and I was ready to wait for Honda's death and see clearly what the ghost was about. If there is a chance, if it is solved once and for all, everyone will be happy.

"This thing was delivered to the Shimada family's room. It is something Mr. Shimada wants to buy." A staff member casually handed the plastic bag on the box to Honda.

"That grandson?" Honda took the plastic bag.

"right."

The Mr. Shimada they are talking about is the third generation of the Shimada family and the grandson of Mrs. Shimada. He is less than thirty years old and got married relatively early. His son is already five or six years old. The staff had not heard the names of the two Mr. Shimada and the Shimada family's daughter-in-law, so they called them this way.

Honda walked around the hotel several times with the plastic bag and knocked on the door of Shimada's room, but received no response.

He walked along the corridor for a while and saw the Shimada family's grandson and granddaughter-in-law outside the hotel.

"Mr. Shimada." Honda called.

The couple turned around, revealing a Jizo statue in front of them.