The rich second generation catches demons and evil in the entertainment circle [Rebirth]

Playing God and Playing Ghosts Day 130 Director: You people have no heart

Teng Qinghua returned to the hotel and stayed in the hotel room for an afternoon.

First of all, I was uneasy for a long time because of the things I encountered on the set, and I felt like there was a shadow of that thing in everything I saw.

He didn't even dare to go into the bathroom of the hotel, and he didn't dare to turn on the faucet.

Just sitting there for an hour like being persecuted and paranoid, nothing happened, Teng Qinghua managed to calm himself down, and said to himself, that thing must have been left on the set, otherwise why would Jiang Yiming warn them Are you not allowed to enter the set during this time?

God must have a mind of his own.

Teng Qinghua thought about it, repeated it several times, and finally calmed down slowly. The frosted door of the hotel bathroom was still firmly closed, and a chair was used to hold it against it.

He was dizzy from editing in the hotel, and was going downstairs to the hotel's coffee shop to take a break, but he didn't expect to run into Mo Langqing who came back in a hurry.

The puffy director took two steps back to stabilize himself.

He was already in a bad mood, but now he was bumped into by someone without eyes, and the fat director's face darkened suddenly.

When he saw clearly that the person who bumped into him was actually a member of the crew and the original author of this film, Teng Qinghua took a breath, he must give people some face and a smile, right?I had no choice but to grit my teeth and admit it silently.

"Teacher Mo, what a coincidence." Teng Qinghua greeted.

Before Mo Langqing realized that the person he bumped into was Teng Qinghua, he lowered his head and apologized in a low voice, then quickly walked towards the elevator.

Teng Qinghua saw clearly that he was holding a laptop bag in his hands, he rubbed his chest, and let out a sigh of relief, no wonder the hit just now hurt him so much, most likely he was hit by the laptop.

The fat director said that people are unlucky, even if they are hit, it is not a wall of flesh, but a sharp and hard object.

Absolutely.

The director rubbed his chest, went to the coffee shop and ordered a glass of Flatiron.

He sat on the bar and looked at the opposite window, only to realize that it was raining outside.

"On a rainy day, people always feel bored." Teng Qinghua said, the coffee guy on the bar had his back to him, and he was the only customer in this row, the fat director was talking to himself rather bored.

"Don't you think so?" Seeing that the coffee guy didn't talk to him, he asked again with an obvious olive branch.

"Well, I can't breathe." The coffee boy responded, grinding the coffee beans in his hands without stopping.

Teng Qinghua smiled, thinking that he wouldn't be out of breath.

But looking at the barista, it really seemed to be sweltering and hot. A small piece of white shirt on the back was wet and stuck to his body translucently. It seemed that he was prone to sweating.

Sitting in the coffee shop, Teng Qinghua didn't feel cool, but also felt a little stuffy. I don't know if it was a psychological effect, and sweat broke out on his forehead and neck.

The rain outside is not small, and it is even getting heavier and heavier. Just look at the water droplets on the window, gradually forming a curtain of water, falling down with a splash.

Looking at the pouring rain outside the window, Teng Qinghua gradually realized what Si Na barista said "I can't breathe".

He thought of a few years ago, when he was filming the accident scene, it was the same day, the weather was fine in the morning, but it rained unexpectedly when filming in the afternoon.

The rain came unexpectedly, fast and urgent. It was just a drizzle in the mountains, but in a blink of an eye it turned into a heavy rain that hurts the body.

A group of them packed the equipment in a hurry. Many of the equipment in the crew were not waterproof, expensive and delicate. Everyone was busy packing these, and no one shared their thoughts with others.

Teng Qinghua still remembered that day, it was daytime, but the sky was groggy like six or seven o'clock in the evening, and the dark clouds above his head were so heavy that it seemed that he could tear off a piece by raising his head and hand.

The air is moist and full of moisture. When you take a breath of air from your nose and mouth, you can suck out the moisture. When you wipe your face, it is full of falling rainwater. When you open your mouth, it is full of rain that pours in. It is really hard to breathe. angry.

Recalling what happened a few years ago, Teng Qinghua unconsciously stirred the coffee spoon in the cup, and gradually broke out in a cold sweat.

"If you keep stirring the coffee, it won't taste right." The barista said suddenly.

Hearing this, Teng Qinghua came back to his senses, and looked over subconsciously, and saw that the man was still facing away from him, but his movements had changed, and he was cleaning the coffee pot.

He responded awkwardly, without even looking at it, he raised his coffee cup and took a big gulp into his mouth.

The smell of coffee is very weird, like the muddy smell of mud and rain, and the smell of rotten fish and algae, in short, it doesn't have the fragrance that coffee should have.

Teng Qinghua poured it into his mouth, and was so disgusted by the unspeakable smell that he spat it out and sprayed it all on the bar.

He retched, and couldn't help picking up the coffee cup to see what kind of coffee was in it.

In the beautiful gilded ceramic cup with a white background, the tan liquid was slightly tilted, and a layer of mud at the bottom could be seen. There were earthworms as long as little fingers burrowing out of it, revealing a belly like a link.

Teng Qinghua's face became pale and ugly, and he threw up on the spot on the bar, digging his fingers into his throat, wishing to vomit out the few drops of coffee that accidentally leaked into his throat just now, including gastric juice.

"What the hell is this coffee!?" Teng Qinghua vomited so much that his nose and tears came out, his eyes were red, and he threw the cup to the ground cursing.

The ceramic cup was not resistant to falling, and it fell into three big petals at once. The ceramic pieces reflected light under the laser light above the head, shaking Teng Qinghua's eyes sorely.

He blinked vigorously, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw brown water stains on the three-petal ceramic plate, reflecting three split human faces, but they were not his own.

Teng Qinghua was taken aback for a moment, feeling that the reflected face looked familiar.

He subconsciously took a closer look, and then took a deep breath. The reflected face, torn apart by the fragments, looked very much like Ma Mengqi!

He was startled, kicked down the chair at the bar, and took two steps back hastily.

"I haven't paid yet." The barista's voice sounded from behind him.

But Teng Qinghua couldn't wait to leave. He coughed until his face turned pale, and shook his head frantically, then rushed out sullenly: "Debit the account from my room card!"

"That won't work. I have to pay in cash for the coffee I make." The man stretched out a hand and stopped Teng Qinghua.

Teng Qinghua subconsciously looked at the hand on his shoulder. It seemed that the hand had just been pulled out of the water and hadn't been wiped dry. Come in.

The hand was a bit bloated, but it was astonishingly white, and there was a golden and blackened ring stuck on the ring finger.

The ring looked so small that it seemed to be digging into the flesh of the barista's finger.

Seeing those hands, Teng Qinghua's face changed drastically, and he suddenly turned his head to look over.

I saw the barista standing in front of him, almost standing close to him. When he turned around, it seemed that most of his body was completely taken into the arms of the other party.

Teng Qinghua screamed: "You?! It's you!?!"

The barista stood in front of Teng Qinghua with a pale face with swollen bubbles, his clothes were almost completely wet, dripping water continuously, and soon formed a small puddle at Teng Qinghua's feet.

"It's me, is the coffee good, Director Teng?" The barista asked softly, "That's the best coffee I can get, do you like it?"

Teng Qinghua retreated again and again, knocking over several sets of tables and chairs along the way: "Don't come here! Don't come here!"

"Are you afraid of me? What are you afraid of me doing? You are still my bole, without you, I would never have taken such an important role in a play until I die." He said, "Even if you didn't find me falling into the rapids Li, even if I died because of making your film, I will not take revenge on you."

Seeing him approaching him step by step, Teng Qinghua almost cried: "Then what are you doing here? Don't come here, please, just go wherever you should..."

"Where should I go?" Ma Meng stood up and paused, as if thinking about his words.

Seeing this, Teng Qinghua thought Ma Mengqi was moved by these words, and nodded quickly: "Yes, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, you can go wherever you want..."

"Ashes to ashes? Dust to dust?!" Ma Mengqi suddenly rushed in front of Teng Qinghua, his pale, swollen face was pressed against Teng Qinghua's face, squeezing his flesh twistedly, staring at Teng Qinghua, " This is where I should go!"

Teng Qinghua smelled a pungent stench, very similar to the coffee he drank just now, which came from Ma Meng's getting up.

The fat director retched again and was about to roll his eyes.

Ma Mengqi stared at him: "I don't hate you, and I don't blame you, I just want to make a deal with you."

Teng Qinghua was taken aback, making a deal?

What kind of deal can a dead person make with a living person?

He was wondering, but before he could react, Ma Mengqi stretched out a hand towards him, and poked his fingers straight at his chest, piercing his shirt, causing a dull pain from the skin on his chest to his brain.

"You?!" Teng Qinghua tried his best to hide back, but Ma Mengqi caught him to death. His eyes were red with anxiety, and he yelled desperately.

As soon as Jiang Yiming and Zhong Sheng entered the lobby of the hotel, people in the lobby looked towards the corner of the coffee shop, as if they were looking at some diorama.

Jiang Yiming raised his eyebrows and was about to pass by when he heard a familiar shout: "I don't make deals! I don't!"

He paused, and Zhong Sheng frowned slightly beside him: "Is it the director?"

Jiang Yiming nodded slightly, and hurried there.

When the two of them ran to the coffee shop, they saw a chubby barista struggling to grab Teng Qinghua. Teng Qinghua kicked the barista like a fish flopping on a cutting board.

The customers nearby didn't dare to go forward, and even took out their mobile phones to record them strangely.

What Jiang Yiming saw was not only that, he saw clusters of black air constantly bubbling out from Teng Qinghua's chest, and the black air rose up, covering Teng Qinghua's eyes, as if covered with a thin layer of black. yarn.

Jiang Yiming's face changed, and the crowd was dense. He simply put his hands on the bar, exerted strength on his waist, turned over, and ran over in three steps in two.

"Let go of him, I'll do it," he said to the barista.

The barista looked at Jiang Yiming's figure and compared it with the big fat director and himself. He restrained Teng Qinghua with difficulty and said, "Little brother, this man is so powerful, you must not be able to catch him. He hurt..."

Before he finished speaking, he loosened his hand, and saw the young man gently and skillfully opened his hand and pushed him to the side.

Jiang Yiming grabbed Teng Qinghua's neck with one hand in his backhand, pinned him under his arms, and slapped him so hard that Teng Qinghua couldn't move at all.

Seeing this, the barista stared in surprise, unable to believe it.

Jiang Yiming took out the old coin with the other hand, pressed it against the fat director's back, slapped it hard, and said in his mouth: "The evil spirits, all evil spirits will be retreated!"

Teng Qinghua opened his mouth and let out a "wow", spit out a mouthful of black and sticky phlegm, and immediately fell limply on the ground.

As soon as Jiang Yiming let go, Teng Qinghua fell limp on the ground.

Zhong Sheng looked around at the crowd who were filming with mobile phones and chatting in whispers. He asked the hotel security to stop all the customers in the coffee shop in a low voice, and no one was allowed to leave first, and asked all the people present to delete the videos and photos. .

At first, there were some people in the coffee shop who were not happy about it. Later, when the security guard said that there was a transfer of 100 yuan to cooperate with the deletion, they deleted them one by one.

Money can turn the devil around.

However, even so, this incident was still spread. Someone opened the Weibo live broadcast and uploaded the scene in the coffee shop directly online.

[?This is the director Teng Qinghua, right? From the drama "Mountain and Sea Records"? 】

【Why does the director look so scary... as if he's in a daze...】

[Mom, what's going on with this crew?He fell into the water two days ago, and today the director is in a daze. Is this an accident? 】

[Who is the person who flipped over the bar and ran over?So handsome?It's very much like my school bully over the wall (not]

[...I, day?Is it Jiang Yiming? 】

[It must be Mingming, this skill is Mingming at first glance, if you are not familiar with it, you can watch "Escape from the Sky", Master Jiang is responsible]

[A little bit handsome... I can substitute Chen Feng for this action]

[Hey, why is the screen shaking so much!I want to know what are they doing behind the scenes?Jiang Yiming captured the director?Then what?Why did the director vomit? 】

[There are so many noises, I can't hear clearly, I just saw Jiang Yiming's mouth moving, as if to say something? 】

【I'm so nervous watching...】

[+1... If the feature film has such a rhythm, can we really look forward to it? 】

[So... Could it be that this is a hype promotion for the show?Or is the director talking about the play...? 】

[I think the director can develop the actors and adopt acting skills. This makes me want to vomit along with him]

[I hope actors can learn how to retch for real like the director!The director teaches more!Although it is said to resist real people...but I still hope that the things that are shot can be seen]

【director!If you can't teach once, teach twice!For the quality of the play!Director rush! 】

Teng Qinghua: You people have no heart.