Aoba Office

Not long after the two women walked out, they met a group of people who were about to go out.

The time of the two dreams was connected.

Miss Sakai and Mrs. Yoshinaga accompanied Mrs. Shimada and the others to find the director. It seemed that Nantian was in the director's room at that time, so he followed them out.

The two sides greeted each other and talked about their respective situations.

I wanted to get closer to Nantian, but as soon as Nantian's eyes met mine, he immediately moved away. At the same time, he took a step and walked next to the male lead Kazuma Furukawa.

If I try to get past it, I can't move forward.

The narrow hotel corridors and crowded crowds made Han Ji too far away from Nantian.

The large group of people were ready to go to the back door that Mrs. Shimada mentioned. The father and son from the Shimada family were also in the crowd, talking quietly to Mrs. Shimada.

Han Ji didn't understand and didn't ask any more questions. I could only float helplessly in the crowd.

Nan Tian seems to be unable to see me, but can only sense my presence. He deliberately avoided me and couldn't hear my voice, so I could only stare.

Han Ji and Bian Sijun fell at the end of the crowd, and Nan Tian squeezed to the director's side.

When they arrived at the back door, Han Ji couldn't see anything from his position.

I flew a little higher and looked down at the door on the ground.

From the air, you can see the fence surrounding the entire hot spring resort. This is not a solid anti-theft measure. It is like planting a flag and can only be used to mark the territory. The fence wall is very thin, only less than two meters high. The door was chained shut, and the padlock looked rusty.

The director looked at the ground nearby carefully and touched the dust on the lock.

There are no real detectives in the crew, but they are filming a mystery drama, which at least has some logic. The arrangement of props and scenes is also their job.

I couldn't understand what they were saying, but I could roughly tell that they had come to the conclusion that no one had been in or out.

The group was about to return.

"Meow——" The cat meowed suddenly.

Many people were shocked.

Someone shouted something and pointed.

I saw the half black and half white cat running into the bushes nearby.

Several people looked at each other.

Those who were brave enough to do so would chase after them directly.

I took another look at Mrs. Shimada. Mrs. Shimada had a dull face. Next to her, her son Hikari Shimada looked relaxed, showing a bit of uneasiness, and even glanced at Mrs. Shimada.

The man who chased me said something.

Han Ji looked around.

Bian Sijun said in her ear: "They said they found a hole."

At this time, the group of people were a little commotion and gathered together.

I also flew over.

Under the cover of shrubs and trees, there is a large hole in the fence wall, which an adult can easily get through.

Looking at the edge of the hole, it seems that these bamboo fences have been in disrepair and have rotted away on their own.

The person who ran past just now also picked up pieces of rotten fence wall on the ground.

"He said there were footprints." Bian Sijun raised his eyebrows.

The man got directly over, pointed at the snow and said something.

"Did someone sneak in?" Han Ji asked uneasily.

Many fragments of murder cases appeared in her mind, which were basically the content of movies and TV series that she didn't know where to find.

Bian Sijun looked strange, "No, someone went out."

The two women looked at each other, confused as to what was going on.

They greeted Nantian just now and followed everyone here, but no one told them in detail Mrs. Shimada's bizarre experience many years ago. They knew little about what happened in the hotel.

The director called someone, and after discussing it for a while, he seemed to have made a decision.

Judging from their posture, they wanted to follow the footprints to look outside.

They called Mrs. Shimada and asked what was going on.

The group of people stayed outside in the cold for a long time and then returned indoors.

Han Ji and Bian Sijun never had the chance to visit Nan Tian.

After a while, the director and editor both put on thick coats and asked the photographer to get equipment and prepare to go out.

I think this director is not normal. Maybe they have some artistic pursuits and are very curious, but in my opinion, this is no different from seeking death.

People who commit suicide may be persuaded to commit suicide, but most people still want to stay alive. But people who seek death will not realize that they are seeking death, and there is no way to persuade them.

There seemed to be some quarrel within the crew. Bian Sijun couldn't hear what they were saying clearly and couldn't translate for Han Ji.

When the director and others were about to set off, there were still people making a lot of noise.

Mrs. Shimada actually put on a thick coat and was supported by Hikaru Shimada, as if she wanted to follow the director to have a look.

What surprised me even more was that the child Shimada Daiki was holding hands with Mrs. Shimada and actually wanted to go there.

Among the crowd, I saw Nan Tian.

"Nan Shen wants to go out too? It's snowing so heavily outside..." Han Ji was startled.

Bian Sijun looked worried.

Han Ji jumped up and waved, calling Nan Tian twice.

Nan Tian heard this, looked at Han Ji with a complicated expression, and then glanced at me. After turning his head and saying something to the director, the director nodded hesitantly.

Nan Tian waved to Han Ji.

"Yeah!" Han Ji was surprised.

The team set off late, and Han Ji and Bian Sijun were also asked to take measures to keep warm and travel together.

"They seem to be preparing to collect materials. There is a shrine in this mountain, and I heard that there are some allusions. Some people want to worship... It seems to be the Snow God." Bian Sijun heard some specious information from other staff members.

"Snow God? It can't be a snow girl, right?" Han Ji wrapped himself up and wrapped several scarves around his neck.

"The Snow Girl will not be enshrined. I don't know very well." Bian Sijun shook his head, "It's such a cold day...it's really...can't you stay here and wait for the snow to melt before going?"

"Maybe I want to take some pictures of the snow. In a place with few people, the scenery should be very good." Han Ji said.

She was torn between two completely different thoughts in her mind.

The fatal accident that had occurred made her uneasy, the snowstorm that closed the mountains made her uneasy, Nan Tian's inexplicable change of attitude and the strange atmosphere in the crew made her uneasy.

She hoped that everything was just a fiasco made by that turtle-haired director, but she was also afraid that something would really happen.

I don’t know if this is Han Ji’s sixth sense as a woman, or her intuition after experiencing similar things.

"If you want to shoot snow scenes, you can wait until the morning. If you are not prepared now, it is not suitable to shoot night scenes."

"It's almost daybreak."

The two people talked and equipped themselves.

There are a total of ten people in the team, and the director and cameraman look like they are serious about collecting materials. Others have different ideas. Especially there are old women and children in the team, which makes the whole team look even weirder.

I feel like I must have missed something. When Han Ji didn't hear or understand, the people in this team must have discussed something before making such a decision.

The director said hello and took the lead and set off.

Nantian still kept a distance from Han Ji, or rather from me.

Such an obvious attitude made Bian Sijun confused.

The Chinese New Year holiday is coming to an end... I have sent out manuscripts for the past two days to pay New Year greetings. I haven't written for two days, and I am even more tired than rushing to save manuscripts before..._(:3　∠)_

Is everyone eating and drinking well? How much weight have you gained~o(*￣▽￣*)o