I eat candy in the horror world

The silver crescent moon hanging in the night sky was obscured by clouds at some point, and the whole sky was overcast and dark, except for a flash of white lightning in the distance.

Xiao Jiang raised his head and stared at it for a while, sighed, turned his head to the young man who was walking towards the dressing room in a leisurely manner, and said, "Brother Song, it looks like it's going to rain today, so let's not go back to the city tonight." , I am afraid that the road will not be safe."

The young man looks gentle and delicate, and his eyes are like crescent moons when he smiles. He untiedly untied the suit jacket that had bound him all night, "Then come back tomorrow."

Xiao Jiang saw that he was panicked by the heat, so he quickly took out a small fan from his backpack and chased after him, raised it high and started blowing at the young man.

He glanced to the left and right uneasily. Everyone had just finished filming the last scene of the day, and they were all busy wrapping up work. The people coming and going around made him feel a little more secure.

Xiao Jiang swallowed, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, "Brother Song, do you think our crew is really haunted?"

As soon as the words fell, a hand appeared on Xiaojiang's shoulder, which made him tremble and almost jumped up.

Turning around, it turned out to be the assistant director. Xiao Jiang breathed a sigh of relief, "Director Chen, you scared me to death."

"Tsk, you're so timid." Director Chen sneered, and turned to look at the young man who was quietly enjoying the cool breeze, "Why did Song Xi leave now?"

Song Xi "Stay here and chat with the photographer for a few more words."

Director Chen's complexion changed subtly, and at the same time his body approached Song Xi, "You're not talking about photographer Zhang, are you?"

Song Xi nodded, took off his suit and put it on his arm, and his body suddenly became much more relaxed.He glanced at the expression on Director Chen's face, and said amusedly, "Why, you also believe that our crew is haunted?"

Director Chen's expression froze, he waved his hands pretending to be relaxed, and said loudly, "There are no ghosts in this world, it's impossible."

"But I saw that photo..." Xiao Jiang said quietly, "There is really a black mass in the corner of the photo, like... like a head with its back facing the camera."

Director Chen had goose bumps on his body, but he still stood firm.Before leaving, he also asked Song Xi to take good care of his little assistant, and told him not to spread feudal superstition everywhere.

Song Xi took the small fan from Xiaojiang and blew it on his forehead, "Did you hear me, don't let your imagination run wild."

This is not the insistence of materialists, but a truth recognized all over the world.

From ancient times to the present, no one or any evidence can convincingly prove the existence of ghosts or spirits in this world.Those terrifying pale faces, pupilless eyeballs, and souls full of hatred all come from the rich imagination of human beings.

"Even if the photos are exposed, what about the script that appears at your door every day?" Xiao Jiang didn't give up. He didn't believe in ghosts before, but in recent years, for some reason, there have been so-called ghosts from time to time. Ghost photos and ghost videos were uploaded on the Internet, and no trace of fraud could be found.

But what really frightened him was the strange things that happened around Song Xi in the past three months.

"Script..." Song Xi stopped.

Xiao Jiang reminded him, "Brother Song, we have checked the monitoring. Every time the script appears at the door of your room, the monitoring will have a black screen for a few seconds. The security guard also said that no one else has touched the monitoring."

"Maybe they are in collusion with the pranksters?" Song Xi turned off the small fan, his expression slightly restrained.If there are ghosts, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Don't do bad things, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.He walks upright and sits upright, and ghosts will not come to him.

The hotel booked by the crew was in the county town about one kilometer away from the shooting location. After Song Xi changed his clothes and took off his makeup, it was almost twelve o'clock when he returned to the hotel.

Xiao Jiang went to park the car. Song Xi stood at the door and blew the cool breeze for a while, feeling sleepy, yawned, turned around and walked into the lobby with drooping eyelids.

As soon as one foot stepped in, a grandfather clock on the right suddenly rang.

The first sound fell, and the second sound followed, the sound was heavy and distant.

After a full twelve rings, the bell stopped.Like a dividing line, the lobby, which was still somewhat popular just now, suddenly became quiet.

The staff at the front desk had lowered their heads, one was typing on the computer, and the other was writing. The figure of the guest who had just stepped into the elevator was gradually disappearing behind the cold elevator door.

"Brother Song." Xiao Jiang came in from the gate holding the car key, his hair and face were covered with water, he raised his hand to wipe it, and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you go in?"

Song Xi came back to his senses, only then noticed the little assistant's distress, and quickly looked outside the revolving door.

The heavy rain poured down, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the ground with a patter.

"When did it rain?" Song Xi murmured, but he didn't notice it.

Xiao Jiang wiped the water off his face with a paper and said, "I just got off the parking lot, it was very sudden."

Song Xi glanced at the little assistant's wet hair, and said with concern, "Go upstairs and take a hot bath first, so as not to catch a cold."

Xiao Jiang felt warm in his heart, and even his previous fear of ghosts was a little less.But when he walked out of the elevator with Song Xi, stepped into the corridor on the third floor, and saw the old script, he froze and his face turned pale.

Song Xi looked up at the monitor in the corridor, and the green dot was flashing, indicating that it was operating normally.

Sighing almost helplessly, he walked to the door and looked at the things on the carpet.

The cover of the script was covered with black mildew and was not signed.The corners are curled up, and the ridges are brushed, as if they have been weathered for many years, and they will be broken at the slightest touch.

"It appeared again..." Xiao Jiang staggered towards him, staring fixedly at the script on the dark red carpet, and was about to pick it up and throw it away as usual, when Song Xi suddenly held down his hand.

"Don't throw it away." Song Xi said resignedly, "It will follow us wherever we go, and it will appear on the seat in the waiting room even to catch a red-eye flight. It can't be thrown away."

"Then, what should we do then!" Xiao Jiang bit his nails nervously, "Brother Song, or let's call the police!"

"Do you think calling the police is useful?" Song Xi lowered his eyes and squatted down.

"It's useless." Xiao Jiang shook his head dejectedly. Except for the old script that couldn't be thrown away, they didn't receive any threats. The police would only let them pay attention to safety and continue to observe after accepting the case.

Seeing Song Xi's movements from the corner of the eye, Xiao Jiang was shocked, "Brother Song!"

Song Xi had already picked up the drama with one hand, then took out the room card, opened the door and walked in.

Xiao Jiang's pupils trembled, and he followed quickly, walking around Song Xi, persuading him to throw away his things for fear of bad luck.

Song Xi opened the dirty paper and found that the text inside was all blurred, then closed it and threw it on the coffee table, "Isn't there nothing wrong with it?"

"It's too late!" Xiao Jiang jumped anxiously.

Song Xi stretched out his hand to grab him, half-jokingly said, "Since you can't resist, just accept it, it's impossible for it to open its mouth and eat me."

Xiao Jiang understood what Song Xi meant, no matter whether it was a person or a ghost who sent the script, the intention of the other party was obvious, if Song Xi didn't take the script away, the matter would not stop.It's better to follow the other party's wishes first and wait and see.

Seeing that the little assistant had calmed down, Song Xi patted him on the shoulder, took his bathrobe and walked to the bathroom.

The environment of the hotel is limited, the bathroom is only five or six square meters, and it is full of internal organs. It is full of toilets, sinks, showers, bathtubs, etc.

Song Xi took off his clothes and stood in the bathtub, raised his head and took off the shower head.He closed his eyes and felt the touch of water flowing over his skin. The exhaustion of the whole day was swept away, and he sighed in comfort.

When the ending sound fell, there was a touch of coolness on the tips of the ears and a light breath. Song Xi opened his eyes warily and looked back.

On the wall covered with yellow scale, there are drops of steam condensed, and a long black shadow.

After coming out of the bathroom, Xiao Jiang had already prepared his things for tomorrow's trip and returned to his room.

After a busy day, Song Xi didn't want to toss about any more, so he wiped his hair a few times, slipped into bed in a bathrobe, wrapped himself tightly from head to toe, and didn't intend to turn off the lights.

This is his long-standing habit.

Song Xi took a deep breath, turned over and lay on his side, his eyes swept over the shadow cast on the white wall, and the picture he saw in the bathroom just now flashed through his mind.

No, that shadow is wrong!

The bathroom is small, and the incandescent lamp is almost hanging above the head. Under normal circumstances, the shadow should be shrunk under the person's feet.

Song Xi wanted to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to prove something, but his limbs felt heavy and the scene in front of him became distorted.The light in the room was dimming, slowly consuming everything.

The eyelids became heavier and heavier, and the unprecedented drowsiness impacted Song Xi's consciousness.Before completely losing consciousness, there was a rustling sound in the room, similar to the sound of paper rubbing.

He tried his best to open a slit of his eyes, and there was a black figure sitting on the sofa directly opposite the bed, flipping through the script with his head down, in a lazy and casual posture.

"You..." How did you get in, who are you, and what do you want to do?Song Xi had a lot of questions to ask, but he couldn't control his mouth, and only made a vague breathy sound, his mind was full of sleepiness, sleepiness, and sleepiness.

Finally, he succumbed to sleepiness and fell asleep.

This sleep was very heavy, and Song Xi woke up with a dull pain in his forehead.Without even opening his eyes, he stretched out his arms and stretched his waist.

When the hand was retracted, the fingertips rubbed against something sharp.He froze for a moment, looked at the head of the bed, where the broken and old script lay quietly, the paper trembled, and automatically opened the first page.

The handwriting clearly revealed the scene one by one. When I woke up from a hangover, I lay sore on the big hotel bed with a man sleeping next to me.

Next to guess who he is.

At this time, there was movement from beside him, Song Xi turned his head, hugged the quilt for the first time and shrank back, and at the same time quickly and cautiously lifted another quilt next to him.

A thin man curled up under the quilt.

The man has disheveled hair, a crumpled shirt, and glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose.Probably feeling cold, he shivered with his arms folded, opened his eyes in a daze, and met Song Xi's surprised eyes.

Right now the scene is exactly as described in the script!

Song Xi didn't bother to talk to the other party. He took the script on the bedside table and double-checked it, then flipped back.Except for the words revealed on the first page, the content behind is still vague.

"You... what are you looking at?" The man said tremblingly, looking at Song Xi with some fear, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Song Xi looked at the script in his hand, then turned his head to look at the man's expression, and said hesitantly, "You can't see what I'm holding?"

The man was at a loss, "...what?"

Just as he was about to speak, the script in Song Xi's hand suddenly moved and closed by itself, and a strange and sharp sound came from the yellowed pages.

It said "Song Xi, welcome to the world of scripts."