Master Swindler

Director An didn't expect that the brains of the female ghosts were so stupid.

In order to make a movie, he carefully designed the characters and behavior patterns, just to ensure that the resentment of the ghosts is stimulated.

But I didn't expect that after being disrupted by stupid actors, it's not just that the shooting materials can't be used.

These fucking female ghosts are still supporters of equal rights for men and women?

What does it mean that a man is not sexually harassed?What does it mean to consider the psychological shadow of old men and big men?Co-author, you guys have a high awareness of being a ghost?

Director An was frightened and frightened, and couldn't help but yell at the pervert player: "It's him, this bastard did it, I'm just a photographer, I'm only in charge of recording, I really don't know anything? "

Sagittarius players quit: "Hey, why do you want to shirk responsibility again? Before you let people buy things for you to squat, you pushed it to the employees, and now you want to push it to the employees."

Talking to the female ghosts and Director An's wife, he said, "Let's say it first, I have no choice."

"This grandson asked me to harass women and secretly take pictures up her skirts in the subway. I wondered if this was illegal? But he gave me a death order. If I don't do it, I'll get out."

"Life is forced, it's not easy to make a living these days, so I have to do it, but even though I'm poor, I have to stick to my moral bottom line, right?"

"Fortunately, it's not against the law to harass a man. At most, you'll get slapped when you meet a man with a bad temper, but it's better than bullying a girl, right? In the end, I thought of the best of both worlds. Director An was not happy, so he kept coming back." If you call me a coward, I will be surprised, they are all filming perverts, is there any difference between my pervert and my pervert?"

Director An was terrified to death when he heard the other party babbling out the whole thing.

Sure enough, after the female ghosts heard what they said, their voices were no longer as gentle as before, but became gloomy and sharp, and the surrounding temperature dropped suddenly——

"Oh? Harassing women?"

"Sneaky upskirt?"

"Tracking and following?"

Director An was dizzy for a while. He could clearly see that the smiles of these female ghosts were getting weirder and weirder. The corners of their mouths were cracked behind the ears, and the sharp teeth seemed to bounce back at any time, biting a piece of his flesh.

The scariest thing was that his wife didn't know anything about it, and even fought with him after hearing what the satyr said.Others stood around watching the show, and the whole space was extremely weird.

There are so many people, but it seems that he is aware of the danger alone. The extreme emotions and the fear of loneliness without a sense of identity around him make people crazy.

Director An yelled in horror, broke away from his wife and rushed out the door.

Lu Qingjia signaled the other players to pick up the cameras, the climax of the movie is being played, how could it be missed?

Director An escaped from the room of the five female ghosts, heaving a sigh of relief.

He quickly took out what was in his trouser pocket. It was a snuff bottle with complicated inscriptions on it, which seemed to be quite old.

This is one of the few things passed down from the ancestors in his mother's family. Because it was passed on from male to female, it was kept by his uncle before, and this time it was lent to him for self-defense under special circumstances.

The old uncle said that with this thing, it cannot be said that you can avoid the ghosts 100%, at least your life will be safe.

Director An pinched the snuff bottle, feeling a little relieved.

Then he heard the sound of slapping a ball from the end of the corridor.

"Nothing? I just saw a child playing a ball in the corridor, maybe a child from a nearby resident's house. I saw someone sneaking in here to play."

Director An suddenly remembered the words that the idiots of the film crew had said loudly during the day.

It was midnight at this moment, even if it was a child who sneaked in nearby, how could this spot still exist?

Director An knew what it was, but he still couldn't help turning his head away.

I saw a little boy of a few years old, holding a small leather ball in his hand, playing and patting himself in the corridor.

Director An was actually relieved, he finally didn't let him see the scary picture of the headless child holding his own head.

He didn't dare to talk to the other party, he just froze in place, wanting to silently wait for the other party to leave.

But things backfired, and his wife and others also came out of the satyr's room.

Looking at the child, the director's wife thought of her son who was similar to him at home, so she smiled and said, "Baby? Which house do you live in? Why don't you go back to bed so late? Stop playing, be careful when your mother hits you."

The little boy raised his head, he looks cute, and his eyes are round and wet. Director An's wife was very surprised when she saw it, but unfortunately she didn't have any sugar on her body, otherwise she would have given one: "This boy is so white and tender, and my aunt will steam it for you tomorrow morning." Cake to eat."

The child's eyes lit up when he heard the food, obviously greedy, and then showed a frustrated expression: "I'll wait for my dad."

"What's the matter with your father? Don't worry, the adults will come back by themselves, you go back to sleep first."

The child shook his head: "Father went to gamble, took all the money in the family, and said he wanted to make money."

The director's wife scolded as soon as she heard it: "You evil gambler, you don't count your own death, and dragging the whole family, whoever follows him is really bad luck for women and children."

Then I heard the child say: "My dad didn't gamble for a long time, but he was seduced by an uncle."

"Who?" The director's wife subconsciously said, "Persuading people to go back to gambling."

Then the child pointed at his man and said, "He, he took his uncle who lived in our room to gamble for a day and a night, and when he came back, his uncle also played cards every day, so my father went to gamble again."

The director's wife just felt that she couldn't hold her head up in front of the children's bright eyes.

Like a charged crocodile, she turned around slowly, grabbed Director An's ear and began to tear it: "Damn it, I shouldn't have raised money for you to make a bad movie."

"You made your mother's movie? The result is that people are full of all kinds of poisons? It's hard for a family to get better, and what you do is a fucking lightning strike, you know?"

Director An doubted life even more, why, why did the end point come back to him?

If the gambler is really so addicted and continues to play cards when he goes back, then he should be the one to look for?Why point to yourself?

Director An endured the pain in his ears, and quickly explained: "I said that the theme of my movie is to film the laughter and cursing of small people, and I don't interfere much. How can I blame me?"

Then the disaster was brought to the east, pointing to Lu Qingjia and said: "He, he paid the money, otherwise, where do you think our poor film crew can get enough money to sit at the gambling table for a day and a night?"

"It's all because he gave too much money."

When Director An's wife heard this, her whole lungs exploded: "Is it wrong for your co-author to sponsor you to make a movie? Where the hell did you come from? A bald, bulbous-nosed ugly thing, and there are people who try their best to pay for it." Are you eating, drinking, whoring and gambling? I'm yuck!"

While cursing, a delicate woman came out, pulled the child over, and smiled tiredly at Director An's wife——

"Forget it, don't blame him, it's because my family didn't learn well. Stop beating, go to sleep so late."

The sufferer said so, and Director An's wife felt that she couldn't hold her head up, and her hands became heavier.

The pain of being pinched again and again on the flesh is almost like Ling Chi.

The key point was that Director An was injured, he was in pain and had trouble moving. He was at a disadvantage even if he wanted to get angry and fight back, and he was beaten severely.

After tossing around for the middle of the night, he was finally dragged back like a dead dog. When Director An came out early the next morning, he was exhausted but not breathed in. It looked so pitiful.

He looked at the crowd bitterly: "Don't you fucking think it's wrong?"

The gambler was the first to speak, and he looked remorseful: "Oh! I didn't expect that either. I just let go of my courage and gambled for a few days as if I had completed a task. In the end, I made people go back to their old ways, and made my wife and children so sad. I ——What's my name? Isn't this harmful?"

The satyr player also said: "I told you to make a movie, just make a movie, don't play around with the law, if you don't listen, it's okay now?"

"Hehe! What am I talking about? Fortunately, we are smart enough to think of the balance between breaking the law and the effect of the movie, otherwise we will be dragged down to death by this grandson sooner or later, and you still think my words are ugly."

Director An finally broke down: "Then those fucking people are wrong! Did I tell you this?"

"A few of us in the entire production crew are not sure what to expect? In the middle of the night, the extra ones can make up two tables of mahjong, and the strange movement happened a few days ago. You are fucking pigs, and you are still grinning and laughing. Haven’t you thought about where the stuff came from?”

"I've thought about it!" Lu Qingjia looked innocent and indifferent.

He smiled like a virgin: "But in this world, don't get too deep into everything. After so many days, we didn't feel any malice. They are very easy to get along with, so there is no need to care about what they are. where?"

"Originally, this apartment was big enough. It would be spooky to live with a dozen or so of us. Now it's good, more people come out to chat occasionally, and everyone is not so afraid."

Director An broke down, covering his head and shouting, "Is there something wrong with your fucking head?"

"It's too spooky for you to live with so few people, so it's not scary to bring a few ghosts out to join in the fun? You all have fucking heads, don't you?"

Pointing at a few people, especially the perverts and thieves, he said, "Oh, I should have figured it out a long time ago, you idiots are simply mentally ill and different from ordinary people."

"Will ordinary people be so obedient? Will they make things like this?"

"Then it's a fucking ghost, it's a ghost, a ghost who may choke your neck and send you on your way at any time, Wori, you fucking idiots, give me the proper reaction?"

Otherwise, how would his film be made?

However, everyone on the set was unhappy after hearing his words.

A female player said: "No, why are you such a person? Racial discrimination and regional discrimination are not enough for you to dance, and now species are all discriminatory? They provoked you, and you want to be avoided like a snake?"

Director An trembled: "Snakes and scorpions? Snakes and scorpions can have ghosts to scare people? Is there something wrong with me or you?"

The female player quickly rubbed her arms: "Don't mention it, can you? I'm most afraid of those insects, snakes and rats."

Director An: "..."

The satyr said: "Hey, what are you doing? You're being polite to you, and you're making fun of yourself? Why do you compare Xiaoyu and the others to snakes and scorpions?"

"How beautiful are you and how many girls? You are kind and pleasant to talk to people. You are like a goddess. You have a bald head and a fat buttocked bacon clapper. Where do you have the qualifications to point out to others?"

"Oh, are you still disgusted? Do you deserve it? That's why they can't get out of this shitty place now. Otherwise, if you look at such a beautiful girl outside, it's just making obscene eyes."

Director An couldn't believe it: "Are you fucking crazy? Can you eat ghosts?"

"Bah! Don't ruin the reputation of other girls!" The pervert scolded, and then a blush flashed across his face: "It's not that far yet."

Director An shuddered all over, and felt that he was the most innocent and innocent one in such a large crew of more than ten people?

Holding his last hope, he turned his head and looked at Lu Qingjia: "You, wouldn't you—"

Lu Qingjia's face was bright and majestic: "Who do you think I am? I will never go after five single girls? Have you forgotten my sexual orientation?"

Ah, yes, the little boy is gay, and he really wasn't so cruel that he was confused by the female ghost.

Just thinking this way, I heard the other party say: "Of course I just think that gambling ghosts don't do their jobs properly, and I feel sorry for my wife and children."

"This is also the fault of our film crew. Now that this is the case, it is of course my duty to take care of other people's wives and children."

"Fortunately, Xiao Hao is obedient, and now he can call Dad."

Director An almost choked out his brains as snot, and looked at Lu Qingjia with numbness.

This thing is really not the most perverted, only more perverted.

Wait, no, the little boy dared to steal other people's wives, why is he still alive now?

Director An quickly asked why.

I heard the other party explain: "He asked me to bet, and if he lost the bet, he lost his wife and children to me. What face does he have to liquidate me for being willing to bet and admit defeat?"

"Damn it, you—" the director's voice trembled, "When the fuck did this happen? Why didn't you tell me?"

"And are they ghosts asking you to bet? How dare you?"

"There's nothing to be afraid of, it's just that the stakes are a bit high. Director, don't look at me like this. His skillful eyes and gambling luck are all good. When I saw that gambler, he was the kind who wanted to go to the sky in one step. Idiots who like to set up tricks are taken advantage of, why wouldn't you dare to bet with such a guy?"

While Lu Qingjia was talking, the director standing opposite him was getting more and more ugly, and there were more elements of horror in it.

"Hey, you, behind you—" Director An reminded.

Because in the corridor behind Lu Qingjia, a man with two dice in his hands suddenly appeared, looking at this side with resentful eyes, like a sharp knife, directly hitting people's fear.

It's broad daylight outside now, can these ghosts come out?

Director An was frightened and frightened. Seeing that the little boy was still talking bad things about people, he didn't dare to remind him even if he reminded him, for fear that he would be angered and the ghost would be wiped out.

Maybe it was because his expression was too terrified, and the little boy also noticed something unusual.

But the next operation was completely beyond Director An's cognition.

For a while, the little boy looked back at the gambler, and didn't respond to his resentful face, then turned around and randomly picked an orange from the table and threw it over.

"Don't stand in the corridor and get in the way, go to the corner and eat oranges."

It's like sending a dog a bone.

And the dog—pooh!The gambler really picked up the orange, and the next second his face was full of flattery, how could he have the aura of staring at this side just now?

He shrugged his shoulders and said with a chuckle: "No, brother, I just heard you mention my name. Come out to see if there is any use. It's fine. I'm going to squat aside if it's okay."

Lu Qingjia nodded impatiently, then looked back at Director An: "By the way, what did we just say?"

Director An was dumbfounded, how the hell did you do such a magical operation, and still continue the trivial topic as if nothing happened?

focus?Where is the point?

He gasped: "Just, what happened just now?"

Lu Qingjia looked back at the gambler, and the gambler showed a flattering smile again, which made Director An's eyes go straight.

Then I heard Lu Qingjia say: "His wife and children have lost all their family skills to me, so of course they are the dogs I point to."

"Any questions?"

"Is it okay?" the director screamed.

"But ordinary gangsters owe debts in casinos and are unable to repay them. In addition to harvesting organs and selling them off, they can also help debtors repay their debts?"

"I didn't take his life, it's already the most gentle way."

Then the co-author should thank you?

Director An's eyes were darkened, and he staggered out of the apartment building.

Looking back at this place where he had great ambitions, he just felt that the current development of things was beyond his control, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Director An felt that he needed to calm down and think carefully about how to proceed with the movie under the current situation.

Just after breakfast, the tigress went out to buy vegetables. The others heard him say that there was no work today, so they went back to the room to play with their mobile phones, and those who went shopping went out.

Director An was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling absently.

Looking at it, I feel like my head has been knocked.

He had limited funds at the time, so the bed he set up for his room was of course not particular about it. It was an ordinary canopy bed that didn't even have a soft bag at the head of the bed, and the top of his head was against the wall.

At this moment, the head looks like it is being knocked on the wall.

Director An turned over and glanced at the wall behind him, the yellowish paint surface, and a dark yellow shadow that became more and more strange.

It's like a ghost face with five sense organs roughly printed on it, and the five sense organs are still moving.

"Ah——" Director An took a step back in fright, and suddenly remembered the hallucination he saw when he entered the room yesterday.

"Who? Who's scaring me?" So many ghosts have emerged in the apartment, so far it seems that they are not aggressive to the crew.

But Director An thought of an old couple, maybe they were playing tricks.

But in this way, he was going to cry again, why didn't these ghosts find the corresponding actors?Is it possible that seeing the little boy really made money for the old man, the ghosts are greedy?

Director An didn't dare to stay in the house anymore, so he hurried out and came under the sun.

The morning sun was just right, but Director An met someone absolutely unexpected here.

"Qiangzi, why are you here?" Director An couldn't believe it.

Old man Li's son, Director An's cousin, was with a beautifully dressed woman at the moment, and when he saw him, he greeted him with a smile: "Cousin, are you really here to shoot a movie in this crappy place? I heard that my cousin Sister-in-law is here too."

Said wretchedly and leaned over: "The tigress is in charge, you are afraid that you won't be able to get anything cheap in the crew, right?"

Director An's face turned pale with fright: "What the hell are you doing here? Didn't my uncle tell you not to set foot here for the rest of your life?"

Li Qiang said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, don't worry, if I don't go in, I'll accompany Lili to get something."

"Besides, hasn't my dad already leveled up the matter? It's okay for you to make such a big commotion. "

Director An knew that this guy was stupid, but he didn't expect him to be so courageous.

After all, he wasn't stupid enough. If what happened before can be said that there are many idiots in the crew and the grievances in the building affect the luck, then now it seems that it is too coincidental.

Director An looked at the woman vigilantly: "What did you come here to get? I remember you have moved away for almost a year. I don't believe you have anything worth a special trip."

The woman blew on her red nails, rolled her eyes and said casually: "Before I moved, I got into some trouble, and it was a bit inconvenient to hide the money I spent here. Now that the limelight has passed, I naturally came back to get it."

This reason is actually plausible, this woman is promiscuous, and there are many men who hang out with her, and most of her income sources are just like that. If she gets involved in something, it would be normal for her to make a fortune and run away.

Director Ke An was already very skeptical, and didn't believe such a coincidence at all.

But Li Qiang also said: "Didn't Lili stay with Brother Xiao for a while at that time? I've heard people mention this. Brother Xiao made a mistake for a while. He went in once. His staff was in a mess and he lost a lot of money." money."

"Part of it is in Lili's hands. Brother Xiao was beaten to death with a wine bottle when he was drinking and fighting with others recently. Can you use this money with peace of mind?"

Director An continued to ask: "Then why are you looking for Qiangzi? You have so many concubines, you can't find any in the local area?"

The woman was upset: "Who are you? It's like interrogating a prisoner. Find out when my mother can't find a man? It was Qiangzi who took the initiative to fix it with me."

Li Qiang also accidentally received Lili's WeChat friend addition application a few days ago, saying that he wanted to change his mobile phone number, and sent a group message to ask people he knew to add again.

Then the two started chatting, who are they?Naturally, it didn't take long before it became ambiguous.

Naturally, Li Qiang would not let the woman get hung up on this kind of thing, and said: "Yes, yes, I still can't forget Lili after so long, so I beg her to reconcile with me."

He said again: "Lili, go get your things first, my cousin and I will wait for you outside."

The woman pouted and complained, entered the apartment building, and went straight to the room she lived in back then.

The two people waiting outside would never have imagined that after the room was opened, there was already a person sitting in it.

Lili smiled when she saw the man: "According to your order, he has already brought it."

Lu Qingjia held a black bag the size of two dictionaries, and threw the bag to the woman, causing the woman to stagger.

But the tamped weight in his hand made the other party smile.

Lu Qingjia said: "Well, thank you! The cooperation is very pleasant."

Lili winked: "Handsome guy, remember to come to me again if you have such a good thing in the future."

As he spoke, he left the apartment without expecting a response from the other party.

The two thought she would go in for a long time, but they were surprised when she came out in such a short time.

"Why are you so fast?" Director An asked.

The woman ignored him, and just patted Qiangzi on the shoulder: "I'm leaving."

Seeing the bulging bag in her hand, Li Qiang said with a coquettish smile, "Hey, let's go, let's go."

"Honey, are we going to celebrate there tonight? I saw a watch earlier—"

This beep, I saw the woman turn her head and look at him like a fool: "I said, I'm leaving."

"I didn't tell you to go with me. Don't blame my sisters. After all, I was entrusted by others."

Seeing that Li Qiang was frozen, Lili added: "I still don't understand, someone wants to see you. He spent such a large amount of money, so he must have a chat with you about important matters. You should go and listen."

After finishing speaking, Lili stepped on her high heels, twisted her hips and hummed and left.

But Director An and Li Qiang, who stayed in place, felt a burst of cold air rushing straight to the sky.

What does she mean?Someone paid a lot of money to lure him here?Who would want to ask him out here?Isn't this place sealed by his father?

Seeing that the situation was wrong, Li Qiang wanted to run immediately, but the surrounding scenery suddenly changed.

The front, back, left, and right are like mirrors, all of which are exactly the same buildings. That apartment has no exit at all, and the other laneway residential buildings have disappeared.

They wanted to get out through the gap between the buildings, but they couldn't get there no matter how they walked.

At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark, and the windows of every household in the building were like the mouths of dark beasts.

Suddenly, the window of a room on the fifth floor was lit up, and five figures in white pajamas stood there, followed by rooms on other floors that had been arranged by An Dao, that is, where people had died, and the lights were turned on one by one.

Those innocent souls stood at the window, looked down at the two of them, then smiled coldly at the same time, and waved at them.

As if to say: "Quick—come—"