The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

The assistant director's body was not salvaged in the end, because the two salvaged staff members were almost washed away by the water, and everyone was terrified and dared not go to the river again.

The body was washed into the sea, lost in the ups and downs of the waves.

If it was the first time someone died, everyone didn't have much real feeling, after all, not many people saw it, but this time it was the assistant director, and the body was washed away under the eyes of so many people, the crew began to panic.

The torrential rain was still falling, and it was impossible to start work in this situation. Jian Yanxi frowned, with an extremely unhappy expression, and could only say that everyone should rest in their respective rooms and temporarily suspend work.

The crowd outside the door dispersed, Lin Zhaoyun still stood still, the cool wind blew, his lips trembled: "Last night... when did it happen?"

His lips were pale, leaving only a little pink in the middle, Wen Xun frowned and pinched his cheek sideways, and pinched his lips a little.

"So scared?"

Lin Zhaoyun nodded: "Scared..."

"It's midnight." Wen Xun said.

Lin Zhaoyun remembered that Wen Xun got up to go to the bathroom last night, but it was impossible to do anything in two or three minutes at most.

But he thought of the photo in the other party's wallet, and subconsciously looked at Wen Xun's face.

He had already let go of Lin Zhaoyun, took out a cigarette from his pocket, clicked it, and was wet by the rain again, but he still held it in his mouth.

"Don't be afraid, accidents are common."

There was still no tear mole in the corner of his eye.

The candlelight was dim yesterday, and Lin Zhaoyun couldn't see clearly whether there were tear moles on the faces of the two similar-looking people in the photo.

Chi Ye stood aside, Lin Zhaoyun felt his eyes turned to look, Chi Ye frowned and looked away, and Bo Zhiqiu, who was a few steps away, squinted his eyes and swallowed the smoke, his expression was gloomy.

"Come in, it's cold." Wen Xun squeezed Lin Zhaoyun's hand, the tips of his fingers were already icy cold.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and several people returned to the house.

After simply drying her hair and coat, Jian Yanxi brought the script from her room: "I'm worried about delaying the progress, but I really can't shoot anymore today. I can only get the lines right after that, and then I will tell you about the play."

"Now? The assistant director just..." Lin Zhaoyun looked at Jian Yanxi in surprise.

He tapped his finger on the table: "Don't waste time."

There were heavy clouds outside, and the room was still not bright. Jian Yanxi's face was just covered by a shadow, and Lin Zhaoyun couldn't help shivering.

Several actor assistants living on this bank knocked on the door and delivered a lot of supplies to them.

Among them are instant noodles and some drinking water, as well as bacon, vegetables and fruits.

After the people left, Chi Ye carefully closed the doors and windows, and locked all the unused rooms.

Lin Zhaoyun followed suit and felt relieved.

Lin Zhaoyun's role has not been finished for two more times.

The last scene with Wen Xun is over, and there are two left this time.

The first one, Chi Ye stopped Lin Zhaoyun and wanted to make it clear to him, he continued to lie pitifully, but Chi Ye saw the traces of love left by Wen Xun on him, he was angry and anxious, but he still couldn't help kissing you, and finally humiliated Please like him.

After the second Lin Zhaoyun comforted Chi Ye, he went to hook up with Bo Zhiqiu and did it.

After the masked ghost knocked on the door, Bo Zhiqiu pushed Lin Zhaoyun to block the gun. The masked ghost chased him all the way, and after a few steps, he was cornered and finally killed.

Until his death, he didn't know who was behind the mask.

Several people put the quilts and sheets together, took off their coats and got together. Jian Yanxi said to simulate a small scene and tell them a play.

"Just practice the first round first."

Chi Ye first picked up the script, approached Lin Zhaoyun, and began to match the lines without warning.

"Who did you just have sex with?"

Even though it was a confrontation, Lin Zhaoyun's ears were still red, and his eyes were swaying: "I..."

"Didn't you say we broke up?" Chi Ye was aggressive, and suddenly approached Lin Zhaoyun. Lin Zhaoyun, who was sitting cross-legged, leaned back slightly, followed by Jian Yanxi.

Chi Ye's lines were superb, and Lin Zhaoyun even broke out a little sweat on his forehead.

"So, do you like playing this kind of game? I can't satisfy you?"

Chi Ye's action at this time should be to grab Lin Zhaoyun's wrist and rub it, and he also wiped the marks on his neck heavily.

In fact, when Lin Zhaoyun read the script, this character was probably a bit masochistic, otherwise how could he be with Wen Xun's slight abuser, feel physically satisfied, and fall in love with Bo Zhiqiu who he loves to ignore the most.

"No, he said for the last time... that he would break up. I was afraid of him, so I agreed."

"He said he wouldn't come to me again."

"It's really broken up!"

Lin Zhaoyun almost leaned on Jian Yanxi's body.

Chi Ye suddenly lowered his head, stooped down, and buried it on Lin Zhaoyun's shoulder, his scorching breath hit the side of his neck: "We broke up, then you like me, okay?"

"He has such a bad temper, he must have treated you badly."

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly asked: "Do you know each other...?"

Chi Ye nodded, but did not answer, suddenly a hand stretched out from the outstretched hand, grabbed Lin Zhaoyun's chin, and Chi Ye lowered his head and pressed it.

Lin Zhaoyun was taken aback, and even said that there would be no rehearsal for the intimate scene, but it was the chief director who pinched his chin.

Jian Yanxi's low voice recalled: "Chi Ye is more eager."

Chi Ye in front of him suddenly became short of breath, as if a wolf who smelled meat had stuck to him.

Lin Zhaoyun was pinched by his chin and couldn't escape.

The tip of Chi Ye's nose was filled with a faint fragrance, which was so soft to the touch that he almost wanted to inhale it.

After a while, Lin Zhaoyun finally came to his senses, and hurriedly stretched out his arms and bent his legs to push back, but failed to push back, and subconsciously grabbed the fabric of the opponent's clothes.

But it was only a few seconds, and Chi Ye straightened up immediately.

"Okay." Jian Yanxi looked very clearly from this angle, and let go of Lin Zhaoyun after Chi Ye left, but Lin Zhaoyun's whole body softened, and when he stretched his hands, his palms were wet and slippery, and he didn't sit up for a moment.

[Wo Cao, Director Jian is awesome! ! 】

[Now Jian Yanxi is in my eyes, there are four big characters on her head: Tauren chief! ! ! ! 】

[That is to say, if there is a follow-up plot, will Director Jian still fool my wife into acting in some third-level short film? ! 】

"Next is Bo Zhiqiu's role."

"At this time, Bo Zhiqiu is a little tired of you. You still pester him often. This time, you are the first to start. Although he is a little tired of you, but you are good-looking, and he also likes your youthful reaction, so it is still It's easy to get hooked."

Before Lin Zhaoyun could catch his breath, Jian Yanxi hugged Lin Zhaoyun around his waist and put him in Bo Zhiqiu's arms, telling him the desired effect one by one.

The wide palm pressed Lin Zhaoyun's lower back, bringing him closer to Bo Zhiqiu.

"First you are in charge."

"Later, Bo Zhiqiu felt that his strength was not enough, so he turned against the client."

"Come on, let's go again."

Lin Zhaoyun's expression was still dazed. When he raised his eyes, Wen Xun and Chi Ye were also staring at him. They were sitting close to each other, barely more than one meter away.

This realization made Lin Zhaoyun's neck turn red instantly, and even the tips of his ears turned red.

Bo Zhiqiu lowered his head, half-jokingly: "When you're shy, your whole body won't turn red, right?"

Lin Zhaoyun thought he didn't know, he couldn't see his whole body, his lips were slightly parted, and he frowned and said he didn't know.

Only 886 made up his mind: [Yes, all red. 】

But he looked so pure and obedient, no one spoke for a while, as if he was breathing in.

This movement is actually not difficult, but it requires a little tacit understanding, a bit like bridging in Jiu-Jitsu.

Bo Zhiqiu built a bridge and turned over to pin Lin Zhaoyun under him. However, Lin Zhaoyun also needed the cooperation to keep his feet on the opponent's waist at all times.

After several rounds, Lin Zhaoyun's breath was unstable, and the joints of his hands and feet, as well as the position of his pelvis were hit several times.

Jian Yanxi finally shouted: "It's ok."

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly relaxed, and lay on the bed with his head up for a while without moving.

Talking about the play again and again, digging out the details, the time passed unconsciously, and it was four o'clock in the afternoon.

After Lin Zhaoyun sat up, his stomach let out a loud grunt, and his face turned red.

"Hungry?" Jian Yanxi stopped.

"I'm already hungry." Chi Ye said.

"It's four o'clock, and I haven't eaten lunch yet."

"Yes, let's make a face."

Lin Zhaoyun was so embarrassed that he immediately raised his hand and said that he would go downstairs.

The food he cooked was unpalatable, but the noodles were okay, Wen Xun said to help cook together, and the two entered the kitchen one after the other.

Wen Xun and Lin Zhaoyun were making food in the kitchen when Jian Yanxi suddenly walked in and squatted down to look at the things in the cabinet below.

Wen Xun followed suit, and said in surprise, "There is wine."

Lin Zhaoyun turned off the liquefied petroleum gas stove, and bent down to see that there were red wine and champagne, and immediately understood the usefulness of these things.

It's for the finale.

Jian Yanxi must prepare these early so that they can be drunk at each actor's finale.

When Lin Zhaoyun and Wen Xun came out of the kitchen with a large pot of noodles, Jian Yanxi came out with several bottles of champagne and red wine.

"Drink?"

In the past few days, everyone's nerves have been tense, and the atmosphere has become very strange. It is time to relax.

Several people said yes, and Lin Zhaoyun couldn't refute, so he dug out some small dried fish and small nuts from under the coffee table.

Both the red wine and champagne were not low in alcohol content. Lin Zhaoyun was only dizzy after being persuaded to drink two glasses, and the sense of fear just now was gradually weakened.

He suddenly felt someone touch his leg under the coffee table.

Touched again and again.

Only then did Lin Zhaoyun realize that it was not accidentally touched, but someone deliberately touched it.

And he belatedly...discovered that it wasn't just one person.

His legs retracted again and again, and someone even pushed his knees away.

Lin Zhaoyun reacted violently, he flicked back suddenly, the stool on his right was overturned by him, and the script fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

Lin Zhaoyun blushed and couldn't say anything, he couldn't say that someone touched his leg on purpose, if he didn't admit it, wouldn't it be him who was so embarrassed?

He only trembled his eyelashes and shook his head, squatting down to pick up the script.

After eating and drinking until the second half, everyone was a little drunk, and Lin Zhaoyun even felt sleepy.

In the haze, someone suddenly asked: "Director Jian, who is the murderer?"

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly became sober because of this problem, and looked at Jian Yanxi, and all the others also looked at him.

Jian Yanxi raised her eyebrows: "I have already emphasized this matter when I turned on the machine."

Jian Yanxi did not answer the following questions.

The wine was also drunk almost, and it was a bit of an unhappy breakup in the end.

Everyone was going to sleep after drinking, but someone proposed to take a bath and change clothes.

"It's so cold..." Lin Zhaoyun actually wanted to take a bath, but there was no hot water.

Ikeno: "I'm angry, take a cold shower."

They are all people who love cleanliness, so they decided to go back to their rooms to change and wash before coming to the lobby to gather.

Bo Zhiqiu and Lin Zhaoyun walked at the back, and before he and Lin Zhaoyun separated at the fork in the road, he suddenly grabbed Lin Zhaoyun's arm and pulled him to a stop.

"What, what's wrong? Teacher Bo."

Lin Zhaoyun was so drunk that he leaned against the wall and was about to slip down, but Bo Zhiqiu held him up with his palm stuck on his waist.

"Actually, I had a little confrontation with Ike Ye and Wen Xun. They all wrote in their scripts that they are not the murderer."

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned: "Then, is there no murderer?"

Bo Zhiqiu shook his head: "Our scripts are all fake scripts."

"what?"

Bo Zhiqiu leaned on the wall with one hand, very close to Lin Zhaoyun. Lin Zhaoyun's fair skin exuded a faint pink after drinking.

The extraordinarily beautiful facial features are so stunned that people can only look at their Adam's apple and press down.

"In order for people not to know who the masked man is, he even prepared a true and false script. Until the final scene, no one knows who the real culprit is." Bo Zhiqiu explained.

……

Back in the room, Lin Zhaoyun sat on the edge of the bed to relax, and suddenly asked 886: Are these things a coincidence?

886: [What? 】

Lin Zhaoyun was nervous, and the sweat on his palms wiped the side of his trouser legs: The three of them knew each other in the script...

886: [Yes. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: In reality, the three of them also knew each other earlier.

Lin Zhaoyun picked up his own script again, wanting to see if there is a follow-up plot, and to find some clues about the masked man's true identity.

However, he found that he seemed to have taken the wrong script. He probably got it mixed up when he overturned the script just now. After looking at the catalog twice, Lin Zhaoyun was choking on his breath.

Round [-]: Scaring the Fourth Male (Lin Zhaoyun)

Round [-]: Chasing and Killing the Fourth Male (Lin Zhaoyun)

The third round: After a fight, kill the third man (Ikeno)

The fourth round: Fight with the male one, and finally kill the male one (Bo Zhiqiu)

The fifth time to insert memories: high school...

Lin Zhaoyun said to 886: I, I seem to have got something incredible...

He got the script of the masked man.

Lin Zhaoyun immediately turned the pages down, only to find that the next few pages were soaked in water, and the words were so wrinkled that it was impossible to read clearly.

Staring at the script, he suddenly thought of something, he said to 886 nonchalantly: You said it's impossible, someone will play two roles.

886: [If the masked man is one of the leading roles, it is not considered to be playing two roles, right? 】

Lin Zhaoyun: Maybe there are other characters...

886 didn't understand the first time, but suddenly understood: [You mean, twins? 】

Lin Zhaoyun thought for a while, felt that he had figured it out but didn't, so he shook his head: "Forget it, I don't know."

He smelled of alcohol and was a little drunk. He wanted to read the script carefully but was a little dizzy.

"Let's take a shower first."

He took off his coat slowly, even if he wiped it with a damp cloth.

There was a whistling wind from the bathroom. Lin Zhaoyun walked in and the ground was covered with water stains. He found that a very small ventilation window was not closed tightly, and a water channel had accumulated from the shower to the sink.

He was still thinking about the script, so he found a stool and stood on it, and closed the window with all his strength.

After closing it, he found a towel and stored some water in the washbasin, ready to wipe it off.

He slowly wrung out the water, crossed his hands and grabbed the hem of the clothes, trying to give it a lift.

A lightning flashed outside, and then fell into darkness again, and the flickering candle seemed to be about to burn out, slowly dimming, Lin Zhaoyun's heart beat violently for a moment, suddenly felt scared, and wanted to take off his clothes urgently down.

rustling...

Lin Zhaoyun held his breath, as if he heard something rubbing against the floor.

People have synaesthesia. For example, now, Lin Zhaoyun felt that the sound was like someone twisting and crawling on the floor, or to be more precise, he thought of someone crawling out from under the bed.

The movement of undressing froze instantly.

He was so frightened that he was about to scream, he wanted to take off his clothes quickly, but he frantically moved, but the more messy it was, it almost seemed to be wrapped around his head.

Suddenly, the candle went out, and the little light beyond the T-shirt disappeared completely.

Before the candle was extinguished, Lin Zhaoyun seemed to hear a very slight sound of footsteps and blowing...

Lin Zhaoyun's scalp was numb, and his mind went blank.

Several people were in the hall just now, it is impossible for someone to hide in advance, and he clearly locked the doors and windows.

A terrifying thought flashed through his mind, and his teeth chattered.

rustling...

Something is moving.

There was a flash of cold white lightning outside, Lin Zhaoyun saw a black figure approaching gradually through his thin T-shirt, only the outline could be seen, the lightning lit up again, and then the thunder reminded Lin Zhaoyun to call for help quickly.

And he had already missed the best moment to call for help. The next second, the black shadow came before his eyes, tightly covering his mouth through Lin Zhaoyun's clothes wrapped around his head.

The tip of the nose catches his scent, which doesn't belong to everyone else, citrus, surprisingly fresh, and familiar.

But the next moment, he immediately remembered that this was the smell of the shower gel he used!

This man used his body wash, which is used for bathing...  

In an instant, Lin Zhaoyun understood.

Those water stains on the ground before were not rainwater, and no one else could be found in all the rooms before, because that person had been hiding in his room and took a shower by the way.

Lin Zhaoyun almost fainted from fright.

He didn't respond for the next half a minute, because he was so frightened that he went rigidly still.

Lin Zhaoyun's eyes are particularly good-looking, even if he covers most of his face and can only see those almond-like pupils, he still thinks he is good-looking.

Being stared at by those wet eyes, anyone would pause for a while.

The eyes under the mask watched Lin Zhaoyun's face turn pale, and began to tremble under his control, even the fingers pushing on his shoulders trembled.

"Don't be afraid."

The man pushed Lin Zhaoyun against the wall, and straightened up his waist, which was dazzlingly white and soft to the point of being sticky.

Lin Zhaoyun let out a muffled "woo" and trembled even more.

The other party took off some of the clothes on his face and hung them on his shoulders. Lin Zhaoyun faced the terrifying facial mask directly. He closed his eyes instantly with trembling eyelashes, and the tip of his nose was sweating wildly.

The other party's voice was very strange, but he did not hide it. He whispered softly, and put the tip of his nose in Lin Zhaoyun's ear to deliver the words.

"Do you know what that prudish director is doing watching your various scenes in the middle of the night?"

"There's also the film king who is going to follow you up and rule you out."

"And that spare tire who already knew the secret of Maoyan and would peek at you running around naked in the middle of the night."

"Tsk, you are not afraid of them, what are you afraid of me?"