Aoba Office

Following the sound of footsteps, a gorgeous woman walked past me.

I noticed that when the lights came on, the boy on the sofa disappeared.

"Chu Run, why don't you turn on the light?" The woman seemed to be able to see the boy. As she walked towards the entrance, she said casually, "Mom won't come back at night. If you have something to do, call the nanny."

Open the door, close the door, and the woman leaves.

Snapped! The crystal lamp was turned off again.

"Director Chu, do you have to find someone to borrow this?"

The environment suddenly switched, and busy staff and various photographic equipment appeared around me. A man was bending over an empty chair to speak.

"Well, let's borrow it." The young man's energetic voice sounded in the air.

The crew was very lively, actors were rehearsing, photographers were setting up lenses, and some people were running around. As a layman, I couldn't understand what they were doing.

"That woman is so ugly. She's so fat for photogenic purposes."

I looked sideways at the empty chair.

"Her voice doesn't sound good either. I don't want to record her voice."

"It hurts! This idiot photographer!"

"Hehe, I'm an old acquaintance here and he cherishes me very much."

"I want the photographer from before."

"He got kicked off by that bitch."

"I'm going to make her look ugly!"

With no vocal inflection but plenty of emotion and tonal undulations, this young voice is overdubbing a camera and a boom microphone, sounding both comical and endearing.

No one on the crew seemed to have heard the sound and were still concentrating on their work.

Is this Chu Run’s life?

Not the crazed murderous evil spirit, but a lonely kid who enjoyed voicing voices for inanimate objects. Listening to his voice acting, it’s hard to imagine all the evil deeds he committed after his death. Or is this the silent accumulation of pressure and anger during life, and everything explodes after death?

"Director Chu, I borrowed something." The man from before came back, holding a vase in his hand.

"Ah ah ah, I'm going to be on TV!" Chu Run voiced the vase again, "Great! The master is so happy! What flowers should I put in it? I like roses."

"Put in the rose." Chu Run's voice returned to normal.

The man went to buy roses again.

A vase with roses in it was placed in front of the camera.

The actress who was disliked by the camera, or rather Chu Run, was dressed as a housewife, giving her a sense of life, while her co-star was in a suit and leather tie, looking like a successful person. The filming officially started and the two actors started their respective performances.

This is a family ethics drama. I only understood the content of the drama after watching it for a few seconds. The actors played the roles of a couple who are experiencing the seven-year itch. The actress was decorating vases and decorating a warm home, but the actor filed for divorce at this time.

Bang! Boom!

I was startled and looked at the vase that rolled down the table and broke into pieces. I didn’t know why, but I felt a sense of suffocation in my heart.

"Stuck!" Chu Run shouted.

The entire crew was shocked.

The actress was dissatisfied, "Director Chu, what was the problem just now?"

"Woo... I'm going to die... I'm going to die... Why..."

"Why did you break the vase? This part is not in the script!" Chu Run shouted angrily.

"Actors have the right to express themselves freely. Wouldn't this be more impactful?" the actress said inexplicably.

"Director, it's okay. This vase is not expensive, so you won't lose much money." The staff member who borrowed the vase advised.

I never see Chu Run's figure, but I always hear Chu Run's dubbing of the vase in my ears.

"I don't want to be on TV anymore, I want to go back. My master is waiting for me... Can the master still see me?"

The scene in front of me was shrinking, and Chu Run's voice, as well as the crew's urging and arguing, seemed to have been pressed by the volume button, becoming softer and softer. Darkness engulfed the set, and slowly there was a faint light.

In front of me was another set, a shabby and filthy hut, and the actors looked different from the one in the scene just now, as if they were a group of hooligans. One of the men was pressed to the ground by the others, who all had villain faces and hit the man with the dumbbells at hand.

"Stuck!" Chu Run shouted dissatisfied, "Zhou Xiangyang, you have to show your tolerance after severe pain. In this way, you suppress your blush and grit your teeth, fearing another one."

I immediately knew what the scene in front of me was.

During the second shot, Chu Run looked at the director's monitor and was still dubbing the monitor and camera:

"What is that thing? Why is it different from us?"

"That's a prop, it's fake."

"Oh. If only it were true."

"Yeah, it would be great if it was true."

Chu Run was still dissatisfied with the second part, so he repeated the filming several times.

I lifted my heart.

Chen Xiaoqiu said he didn’t know what the truth of the accident was, but I might find out soon. What makes me extremely uneasy is that the content of Chu Run's dubbing is becoming more and more mechanical, constantly saying "It would be great if it were true."

"Stuck. Take a rest for a while." Chu Run called out again and rubbed his face.

That Zhou Xiangyang seemed to have a good temper. He apologized to all the staff members and felt very guilty for causing everyone harm. He was polite and polite, which reminded me of his nickname Chen Xiaoqiu mentioned - the Little Piano Prince. But when the little piano prince apologized to Chu Run, I saw the resentment in his eyes. Chu Run was still looking at the monitor and didn't pay attention. The surrounding staff went to rest and didn't pay attention either.

I don't know if this is Chu Run's perception projected into a dream, or if it's objective reality. I focused on the dumbbell and stared at it.

No one changed the dumbbells until filming started again.

"We have a new companion."

"Great. I hope we can take the photo this time."

Monitors and cameras "speak".

My heart skipped a beat.

"Smash this undercover agent to death!" Chu Run suddenly shouted.

Boom!

"Ah!" Zhou Xiangyang shouted.

The whole crew was shocked.

The actor throwing the dumbbell said with a pale face: "No, this prop has the wrong weight!"

The crew panicked, and Zhou Xiangyang held his wrist, sweating from the pain.

"Haha, I broke his hand!" Chu Run was still dubbing.

I realized that Chu Run's character had undergone a qualitative change this time, and subconsciously looked at the empty seat.

There was no longer a ball of air on the chair, but a middle-aged man appeared, expressionlessly looking at the dumbbells being kicked around by the crowd on the ground.

"Why does it do this?"

"It's a dumbbell, why do you want to kill people?"

"It's supposed to help people build muscle."

"It's all those people's fault. It grew crooked."

"It's crazy."

"I...maybe I'm crazy." Chu Run muttered to himself, his eyes becoming hollow.

There is an indescribable feeling in my heart.

All the surrounding scenery disappeared, leaving only Chu Run sitting in the air and the lonely dumbbell.

This night's dream ends here.

I opened my eyes, unable to regain my senses, still immersed in Chu Run's dream.

Did he have superpowers and turn the prop dumbbells into real dumbbells, or was he really crazy and switched the dumbbells unconsciously? The latter seems more reasonable. All along, those objects were lifeless, and it was Chu Run himself who dubbed them. These experiences Chu Run had during his lifetime seemed to have nothing to do with what he was doing now. He is not an artist who pursues perfect works at all, he is just an ordinary director who regards filming as his job.

Maybe, tonight, I will know the reason why Chu Run turned into an evil spirit.