After reaching the pinnacle of life, cheats came [Entertainment Circle]

The long train has to stop between the valleys for 10 minutes, and Ji Mingcheng has to climb on the train within 10 minutes.

It turned out that this was the meaning of taking a shortcut. Ji Mingcheng glared at Ma Er, who looked indifferent: "You have to think clearly, if you miss this time, you will have to wait another three days."

Ji Mingcheng has nothing to do with him, he doesn't want to stay here for one more minute, the idea of ​​returning to Japan is too urgent.

He clumsily climbed up to the junction of the carriages, and when the train moved on, he struggled to get into the carriages, only to realize that they were full of goods.

The goods are good, if they are goods, no one will find him hiding here.

The train rumbled, and the moonlight shone in through the window. He was getting farther and farther away from the col, and he couldn't see Maer anymore.

A smile emerged from the corner of his mouth, as if to comfort himself, "Everything will be fine when I return to Japan."

There is no war in Japan, and people will not die every day.

With such expectations in mind, he hugged the burden, curled up among the goods and fell asleep.

After filming the scene, the crew headed to Harbin as quickly as possible, where He Hai had already prepared everything.

In less than two days after the handover, Liancheng was about to plunge into intense filming.

The focus of the script shifted to Ji Mingcheng, which meant that Liancheng had more roles.

The staff lineup in Harbin is even more luxurious. The top domestic scholars and the head of a local museum in Harbin are the art directors of this film.

The buildings that cost tens of millions of dollars have already been built in the suburbs of Harbin.

This is a building with a large area. As soon as you enter the security area, you will see two towering boilers.

The person in charge of the museum, Zhong Xin, was in his fifties, with a bookish air, and led Liancheng and others to visit the set before the official shooting started.

Rather than saying that this is the set of the set, it is better to say that this is a high-level restoration of hell on earth.

The "operating room" that is so narrow that only one person can fit in, the germ room, the ground squirrel breeding room... After walking around, all the actors couldn't bear the psychological pressure.

This is different from the cold and emotionless description in the script.

Although the place is empty and nothing has been arranged yet, when they see these rooms, they can think of what these rooms are used for.

The working atmosphere of the crew has become serious.

Everyone went about their business in silence, paying extra attention to their voices as they moved around the set.

The day before the filming started, Zhang Shuhua found Liancheng. He examined Liancheng carefully and felt that his mental state was much worse than when he was in the audition.

It's like Ji Mingcheng himself walked out of the play.

"Fu Qingnan mentioned you to me," Zhang Shuhua hesitated. A few days ago, Fu Laogou contacted him suddenly.

"He said you are a very talented actor."

These are Fu Qingnan's original words, but he also said later that Liancheng is an experienced actor.

In every outstanding scene Liancheng shoots, he fully integrates himself into the character.The advantage of this approach is that the filmed scenes will be very "real", but for the actors, it is a kind of self-pull.

When filming "The Mountain", Liancheng stayed in the crew for a whole year. Fu Qingnan is a keen person. He admired Liancheng, a new star who was born, and he reminded Liancheng in private.

Don't take the fake for the real.

This time he also reminded Zhang Shuhua that "Room" is even worse than "Dashan".If Liancheng is still like six years ago, he will not learn to control the boundary between false and real.

"Zheng Rong" may be the last play of his acting career.

Liancheng was a little surprised when he heard Fu Qingnan. He remained silent with calm eyes: "Thank you, Director Fu, for me."

Sighing deeply, Zhang Shuhua patted him on the shoulder, "You work hard, and tell me if there is anything wrong."

When the train arrived at the terminal station, Ji Mingcheng got off the train and realized something was wrong.

He got out of the car in a daze, and not far away was a group of Japanese soldiers with guns in their hands, and a group of people, with their hands tied behind their backs and white masks on their heads, squatting on the ground.

A Japanese soldier noticed Ji Mingcheng, pointed his gun at him, and asked in Japanese, "Who is it!"

Ji Mingcheng raised his hands, and quickly turned back in Japanese, "I'm a student studying in Japan, and I want to go back to Japan..."

Before he could finish speaking, the soldiers who approached put his hands on his body and tied him into the same position as the others.

Ji Mingcheng sensed that something was wrong and kept explaining, but the soldiers ignored him, and only tapped him on the back with the butt of his gun when he made a big move.

Maybe it was because their actions were too gentle, Ji Mingcheng comforted himself, maybe they regarded him as a spy, when he saw the Japanese officer, he would be released if he just explained, maybe they would even send him back to Japan.

He was then pushed onto a large truck with the doors closed.

The truck was tightly covered by tarpaulins, starting from the train station, passing through the neat and orderly streets of Harbin during the Manchurian rule.

There is a peculiar style of Russian architecture here. On the streets, there are soldiers coming and going, and there are also female high school students in sailor uniforms.

The truck drove towards the suburbs and traveled almost 20 kilometers.

The interior of the carriage was not always quiet. Some people were struggling to break free from the shackles of the ropes, and some were crying softly.

With a pale face, Ji Mingcheng collapsed in the corner, feeling a chill down his back.

After an unknown amount of time, the car stopped, and the sound of neat steps could be heard outside, and then light came in, and the car door opened.

A group of people including Ji Mingcheng were pushed out of the car one after another.His legs were a little weak, and when he fell from the carriage, he stumbled and splashed a cloud of dust.

The crowd laughed, and someone cursed in Japanese: "Stupid Malu."

"Maluda?" Ji Mingcheng got up quickly, and was pushed forward again. Maluda means log in Japanese, why did they mention this word?

The fear of the unknown enveloped him tightly.

Gradually, there were sounds around, not only the movement of soldiers, but also women, children, and cries from a distance.

The mask was suddenly taken off, Ji Mingcheng's face turned pale, his hair was wet from the cold sweat, and he stood there trembling, like a drowned chicken.

There were about 30 people who came with him. At this time, the masks were all taken off, and they looked around in confusion.

This was in a large building. They were facing a three-story building in the shape of a "mouth". Even though it was daytime, the lights inside were still on.

You can also see prisons one after another from the railings separated by steel bars on the second floor. There are people standing inside and looking downstairs.

A dozen or so Japanese soldiers surrounded Liancheng and the others with guns, and the first order they issued was to take off.

However, most of those kidnapped were Chinese. They couldn't understand Japanese, and they panicked like lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

The tall, thin man who was pointed at by the robber was crying, his legs were trembling, and he was emitting a foul stench.He was so frightened that he lost control.

The Japanese soldier yelled at him fiercely and shook his gun. Dozens of people became chaotic, crying and wanting to go home.

Ji Mingcheng quickly reminded them, "Take off, just take off your clothes!"

He hastily tore off the clothes on his body, stripped off his outer robe, and kept his shirt on. The Japanese soldiers saw his movements, gave him a glance of admiration, and shouted in Japanese: "Take off your clothes, don't leave anything behind."

The others looked at Lian Cheng for help, "What are they talking about?"

"He stripped us all."

"Didn't you want our lives?" These people seemed to be grasping at straws, expecting Ji Mingcheng's answer.

"No, they only let you take off your clothes." Ji Mingcheng was dumbfounded.

This time the movements in the crowd were much faster. As long as they were not killed, what about taking off their clothes?

These people move fast and become red/strip/strip very quickly.

There were exceptions, Ji Mingcheng was unwilling to take off, and there was a woman in her twenties who was holding a child in the crowd. She hugged the child tightly and cried silently.

There was a stalemate for a while, but the Japanese soldiers did not beat her or force her to take off her clothes, but let two soldiers take her away.

An old man reminded Ji Mingcheng in a low voice, "Take off quickly, or you will be beaten."

On Nuo Da's square, soldiers wearing yellow-brown Japanese military uniforms came and went. When they passed by Ji Mingcheng and others, their eyes looked over, as if they were looking at a pile of lifeless goods.

Ji Mingcheng looked towards the second floor again. In the prison separated by iron bars, the man standing there had thin legs and a big belly.

After all, he took off his clothes, revealing his thin and terrifying limbs.

Ji Mingcheng is tall, standing out from the crowd, but he is the thinnest among them.

There were two Japanese soldiers in a team, one was in charge of checking the "maluda" who had taken off their clothes, and the other was in charge of recording.

Ji Mingcheng heard them talking, "This one is too thin, so I'll be assigned to Group B to raise it for a while."

Everything in front of me is weird, what do these Japanese people want to do?

When it was his turn, Ji Mingcheng quickly explained in Japanese: "I'm not with them, can you let me go, I'm a Japanese student!"

The two soldiers looked at each other, and one of them ran to the officer and whispered something.

The officer looked at Ji Mingcheng, waved his hand, and the inspection and recording started again.

This time they didn't pay any attention to Ji Mingcheng's explanation.

Ji Mingcheng was also assigned to Group B. He and six other people were escorted into the building by the Japanese. When they entered, there was the sound of a truck driving in behind them.

The building was quiet, and staff in white anti-epidemic suits were shuttling in the corridors. They were wearing gas masks, and their faces could not be seen clearly.

Ji Mingcheng was taken to the second floor. As soon as he entered the second floor, he could smell the obvious smell of formalin. The choking smell made him feel a little uncomfortable, and he sneezed.

The interior of the building is not as cramped as it looks from the outside, but is very wide. The east side of the second floor is guarded by soldiers and separated by iron fences.

On the west side is a row of cubicles with separate toilets, which look clean and comfortable.

Ji Mingcheng was assigned to a room, and he was the only one here for the time being.

He was addicted to drugs.

When he woke up again, there was another person on the tatami in Ji Mingcheng's room alone.

His hands were black, and a few fingers had fallen off, exposing the white bones.

"This time, select three more people and experiment with different temperatures."

"Yes!"

Ji Mingcheng's very familiar voice came.