If you don’t act well, you will go home and have a baby [Rebirth]

Accompanied by the shouting of the director outside the venue, Du Shi's body fell on Gao Qiong's hands, his eyes were closed tightly.

When the scene manager entered the studio, the camera, Song Qinghan and others were asked to leave for a while.

The make-up artist, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly approached Du Shi's "corpse" with a box, and fiddled with him.

"continue."

After the makeup artist finished putting on makeup, Song Qinghan and the others were invited back again, and the scene was no different from before.

Dushi's "corpse" was placed on Gao Qiong's hands, and the filming continued——

One of the people who were walking together suddenly fell down, and the remaining four people immediately had a commotion.

"Dush..." A resolute-looking man reached out to touch Dush's carotid artery, and shook his head silently at the people present, "Dead."

The remaining few people looked at me and I looked at you, and they all walked away from each other without a trace.

Du Ren: "Then... what should we do next?"

Song Qinghan: "Gao Qiong, you are a policeman, can you see the cause of Du Shi's death?"

Among the few people who described panic, Song Qinghan seemed relatively calm, but his trembling fists and a trace of panic and fear flickered in his eyes still exposed his fear of his companion dying unknowingly and his concern for his own life. safety concerns.

The man named Gao Qiong was just the resolute looking man just now. He lowered his head and rolled over on Du Shi, then shook his head: "I can't see it."

"Could it be that the murder weapon this time...was poison?" Another petite young woman opened her mouth hesitantly, "Otherwise, there would be no wounds..."

Song Qinghan suddenly looked down at her.

The woman flinched, taking a few steps away from Song Qinghan.

"You just said that you are Wei Wei from the Department of Chemistry. If it is poison... you are the most likely person to kill Dushi." Another man with a very slippery look glanced coldly at Wei Wei. , seemed to be judging where the murder weapon was hidden on her body.

Wei Wei shook her head eagerly: "I'm not! I didn't bring anything at all! Wei Ziqiang, don't slander people!"

"Heh." The young man called Wei Ziqiang sneered and kicked Du Shi's body, "Hey, I said, police officer, what can you say?"

Gao Qiong stood up from the ground, looked down at Du Shi's body, but suddenly looked at Du Ren: "Just now you said you were a student?"

Du Ren frowned, and said with some dissatisfaction: "You doubt me?!"

"No." Gao Qiong just shook his head, took off the white gloves on his hands and put them in his pockets, "I just want to ask you a few questions."

His gaze moved to Song Qinghan's face: "I remember you just said that you met Du Shi together? Did anything unusual happen before?"

Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, with a dazed expression: "I met Du Ren when I came in, and after walking for a while, I saw Du Shi standing alone in the rain, holding a handbag. Um... Du Ren patted him."

Gao Qiong looked at Song Qinghan who was obviously suppressing his emotions, shook his head secretly, and then asked Du Min: "You are a student, so why are you wearing a professional woman's suit? This kind of clothes are not usually worn by white-collar workers. on your body? And high heels..."

The high-heeled shoes on Du Ren's feet were white, covered with mud, and looked dirty, which did not fit Du Ren's identity.

Du Ren pursed his lips and said angrily, "When I was pulled into this ghost game, I was about to graduate and apply for a job, okay! I picked up the high heels on the road! The rules don't say you can't collect materials from anywhere?! If If the murderer dares to approach me, I will stomp on him!"

Everyone looked at the high-heeled shoes on her feet in unison. The ten-centimeter-high high-heeled shoes had thin and long heels, and the sharp toe pierced into the mud. Such shoes stomped on people, no matter how you looked at them...you shuddered.

At that time, it was indeed the period when senior graduates were recruiting for school. Du Ren’s statement seemed logical. Although Gao Qiong was very concerned about the pair of high heels on her feet, she didn’t say much, just pondered After a while, he called Song Qinghan: "Come, and carry Du Shi's body away with me."

"It's not the same thing to put him here alone..." Gao Qiong shook his head and sighed, feeling quite sad.

Song Qinghan looked at Dush's "corpse" and was silent for a while, then squatted down with trembling hands, held Dush's ankles with both hands, and lifted Dush up together with Gao Qiong.

"Where is the hut where you found the clue just now? Just put him there." Gao Qiong thought for a while and said to Song Qinghan.

"Yeah." Song Qinghan looked down at Du Shi's handbag that fell because it was lifted, frowned, and said in a dull voice, "Just now... Du Shi has been protecting his handbag, saying Maybe there are some clues in it..."

He looked up at Gao Qiong, obviously he had a natural sense of trust in his identity as a policeman, which was also a kind of psychological dependence that Song Qinghan unconsciously produced as a college student.

Gao Qiong thought for a while, then put Du Shi's body down, then reached out and took the handbag, just about to open it, Wei Ziqiang raised his hand to stop him: "Hey——"

"A policeman like you must have so many hands. What if you swallow the contents before we can see clearly?"

Gao Qiong frowned, and asked with some displeasure: "Then what do you mean..."

"Let her come." Wei Ziqiang pointed to Wei Wei who was standing next to him, "I met this little girl before, she was out of breath after being chased by a dog, and she was so weak, let her come, I Feel more at ease."

"Okay." Gao Qiong looked at Wei Wei, and handed the handbag to Wei Wei's hand.

Wei Wei swallowed, took the handbag with trembling hands, and slowly opened it in front of everyone——

Unexpectedly, the handbag was empty, Wei Wei reached out to search inside, only found a piece of paper in the interlayer.

She glanced at everyone nervously, then pulled out the piece of paper——

Only a smiley face was drawn on it.

A thunderbolt struck from the sky, and the flickering electric light illuminated their faces one by one, making their faces pale and pale, as if they were not alive.

The originally warm and lovely smiling face looked even more terrifying on such a dark and terrifying bloody rainy night.

"What... what does this mean?" Du Ren pulled the piece of paper and looked at it several times, with a dazed look on the face of Monk Zhang Er who couldn't figure it out.

Wei Ziqiang also frowned, looked at the note viciously, and said, "I thought it was a good thing, who knew it was such a thing..."

Gao Qiong shook her head, beckoned to Song Qinghan and lifted up Du Shi's body together.

"I don't care what you do with this matter." Wei Ziqiang stood aside and said casually, "Who knows who is the murderer who secretly gave me such a sneer? I don't want to die in such a crappy game." in."

Wei Wei watched nervously as Wei Ziqiang's figure disappeared at the end of the path, and then looked at Gao Qiong expectantly.

This girl seemed to have no opinion all the time. From being framed by Wei Ziqiang at the beginning to a series of things later, she seemed to be terrified and horrified, and she was slaughtered by others. It was really pitiful to watch.

Gao Qiong let Wei Ziqiang leave, raised his chin, and signaled Song Qinghan to move forward.

They put Du Shi's body in that hut, and then Gao Qiong opened the box containing the clues in front of Song Qinghan, and put it down a little bored after seeing the contents inside.

"What are you going to do next?" Gao Qiong took out a lighter and a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and began to puff in front of Song Qinghan.

Du Ren and Wei Wei have already left together, only Song Qinghan and Gao Qiong are left in this small room.

"I...I'm going to look for clues." Song Qinghan glanced over Du Shi's body and replied in a calm voice.

"Oh..." Gao Qiong replied dully, "Then I'll go first."

"Uh..." He gracefully stepped out of the threshold of the hut, waved his hand back, and disappeared into the night.

Song Qinghan lowered his head and walked out of the wooden house.

A thunderbolt struck, and it rained again.

The cameraman who was following Song Qinghan touched his goosebump-covered arm, shivered, and cursed secretly for how the prop team made the temperature so low, and quickly followed Song Qinghan's pace.

"Uh..." Cui Qiao looked at the video sent back by the cameraman, feeling a little strange, "Why does Song Qinghan look so weird? Is he the murderer?"

Feng Huan just smiled and said nothing.

"No way?" Cui Qiao shuddered, "He just participated in this round, right? Is it so exciting?"

"Why do you think he is the murderer?" Feng Huan looked at Cui Qiao as if he really thought Song Qinghan was the murderer, and said slowly.

"Isn't he?" Cui Qiao pointed at the monitor, "Dush only had contact with him and Du Ren for a relatively long period of time before, right? If it's really poison or something, one of him and Du Ren will be given to Du Shi It was poisoned, and it happened to be poisoned or something..."

"Who said the murder weapon was poison?" Feng Huan raised one eyebrow and clicked his tongue, "Did I say that?"

"But Wei Wei just now..." She paused, "I was misled by her."

"The murder weapon is not poison."

Feng Huan listened to her analysis with a smile, without any intention of explaining.

"Oh... it's getting more and more exciting." Cui Qiao sighed and rubbed her forehead.

She has been following the first episode of the first season of "Life is Like a Play" until now, and has filmed a total of 24 episodes. She didn't feel much at first, but combined the first episode of the first season and the current second season After comparing the first issue, she couldn't help but gasp.

In the book of the first issue of the first season, Wei Wei and the others sometimes showed some flaws. After the first episode, they always had to reshoot several times, but I will watch this episode again...

She has learned how to mislead others.

Feng Huan looked at Cui Qiao as if suddenly enlightened, and narrowed his eyes.

She was right, but she still ignored - in this issue, there is a person who is not a resident guest!

Song Qinghan.

There are obviously his shadows everywhere in the whole story, but no matter how you look at it, his sense of presence is actually not very high.He is very calm, but also immature, with the natural innocence of a college student, making people want to play with him again.

The murderer probably thought so too.

The monitor's camera panned to Dush's body, and a hand slowly came in from outside the camera.

"murderer……"

Gao Qiong's face appeared in the camera, and his awe-inspiring uprightness seemed to have nothing to do with the murder.

He reached out and turned over Dush's body, and stuck an x ​​on Dush's back.

"The first one." A cold and indifferent voice rang out from the camera. It was clearly the same as Gao Qiong's voice before, but it made people feel chills all over their bodies, as if they were in a freezing cellar. .

"Sister Du Ren... Where are we going?" Wei Wei followed Du Ren, wanting to get close to her, but seemed to have some concerns, so she had to stay far behind her.

"Why, are you afraid that I'm the murderer?" Du Min turned his head, and his high heels made a small splash on the ground, with a smile on his face.

"No...not." Wei Wei shook her head nervously.

"Look above you, it's going to rain again, there's a wooden house in front, go and hide."

"Hey." Wei Wei followed closely.

"Crackling——" thunder suddenly sounded, and a wet figure appeared in front of the wooden house.

"Gao Qiong?" Du Ren frowned.

"We meet again." Gao Qiong smiled.

"Hey——" Wei Ziqiang poked his head out of a small house to get some air, and saw Song Qinghan who was soaked like a drenched chicken, and couldn't help shouting, "There seems to be a clue here, I am missing one person, you Let's make it together."

Song Qinghan wiped the water off his face and nodded.

As soon as he stepped into the door, the wooden box on the table made a soft sound.

Wei Ziqiang quickly opened it——

"Fallen Angel."

"What is this?" He muttered, and threw the note at Song Qinghan, "Look at it."

Song Qinghan read the note carefully, his eyes darkened: "Fallen angels..."

Angel is the embodiment of beauty and kindness, and it represents all good meanings.And the fallen angels turn from good to ugly, from good to evil.

"What did you think of?" Wei Ziqiang squatted on the chair and asked with a cigarette in his mouth.

"You said, who is a born angel, and who will become a fallen angel?" Song Qinghan seemed to be interested suddenly, grabbed the note, and discussed it with Wei Ziqiang with great interest.

Wei Ziqiang looked at him as if he was insane, and took a deep puff of cigarette: "How did I know?!"

Song Qinghan took a deep breath, and there was still a bit of shrinking on his face, but there was a bit of academic fanaticism in his eyes: "Angel...it's an angel!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Wei Ziqiang threw the cigarette in his hand impatiently, wanting to grab Song Qinghan's collar and beat him up.

"I said, Du Ren and Wei Wei are in danger." Song Qinghan's body trembled, his soft and heavy voice matched the sound of the torrential rain outside, it was indescribably ethereal and strange.

"You mean...Gao Qiong is the murderer?!"

"……Um."

Wei Ziqiang froze for a moment, then patted his head: "What's going on?!"

Song Qinghan shook his head, glanced outside and saw that the heavy rain would last for an unknown amount of time, his eyes were a little nervous, and he said softly: "We need to find Wei Wei and Du Ren first."

With that said, he stood at the door, clenched his fists, and rushed into the rain curtain.

"Hey..." Wei Ziqiang hurriedly followed.

"How do you know the murderer is Gao Qiong? Isn't he a policeman?"

Song Qinghan walked cautiously on the road, and replied in a low voice: "Because of the angel."

"what?"

"Speaking of angels, what do you think of?"

"Birdman."

"..."

"Angels are the embodiment of beauty, and fallen angels represent that this incarnation has been dyed black... the few of us, me and Wei Wei Duren are all students, you are a youth in society, and only Gao Qiong is the incarnation of justice. I have a little bit of an angel..."

"Hey, but didn't some people say that students are simply angels?!"

Song Qinghan froze for a moment, then nodded: "...There is such a saying."

"then you……"

"But angels have more than this meaning." Song Qinghan shook his head, his eyes swept over Wei Ziqiang, his eyes were full of fanaticism, "In ancient China, angels also meant officials sent from the central government... in our Among these people, who is still with the government?"

Wei Ziqiang: "..."

He really doesn't understand things about cultural people.

"Hey!" Feng Huan carefully watched the footage sent back by the cameraman several times from left to right, and knocked on the table, "This analysis is very good!"

"You really think so..." Cui Qiao's mouth twitched.

"There." In the dark rainy night, the lights in the cabin in front were particularly conspicuous.

"Be careful." Song Qinghan frowned, his heart beating violently, and he couldn't help reminding Wei Ziqiang who was about to open the door in a low voice.

"Du Ren died!" The director's off-site voice came again.Accompanied by the movement of Wei Ziqiang pushing open the wooden door of the hut.

"Pa, pa --" With two superimposed soft sounds, Wei Ziqiang quietly fell to the ground.

"Wei Ziqiang is dead!"

The make-up artist came on stage again, Du Min's body was covered with wounds, and Wei Ziqiang's clothes on his chest had two holes, which were stained with blood.

"...the gun." Song Qinghan took a step back and hid by the door, using the door frame to block his body.

Gao Qiong sat on the table, next to Du Ren's body, and Wei Wei who also fell to the ground for some reason.

He smiled slightly: "You are the only one left."

The hand holding the gun was slowly raised.

"Are there really any bullets in your gun?" Song Qinghan asked quickly while hiding by the door.

Gao Qiong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "You know."

"You should only have two bullets, enough to kill one person." Song Qinghan guessed.

"Yes." Gao Qiong threw away the empty gun in his hand, "How do you know?"

"Judgement." Song Qinghan's voice trembled, "The wounds on Wei Wei and Du Ren's body are different from those on Wei Ziqiang's. If you have enough bullets, you will definitely not use another weapon—unless that weapon More convenient than a gun."

"Is that so?"

"No...the key is the three weapons."

"If the three murder weapons can be used indefinitely, then the murderer is simply invincible to the chess pieces. The rules of the game must not allow this to exist, so since you have a gun, the bullets in the gun must only Kill someone."

"And you just shot Wei Ziqiang twice."

"interesting."

Gao Qiong took out a screwdriver from his cuff, which was about to be scrapped, and walked slowly towards the door: "Then do you know, I still have a murder weapon that can be used again..."

Before he could come out, Song Qinghan rushed in from the door, kicked Gao Qiong's knee, then snatched the screwdriver with his hands, and stabbed Gao Qiong with a blank expression——

gameover!

The murderer died, but the pawns survived.

Feng Huan looked at the last scene, Song Qinghan seemed to be stunned for a moment after stabbing the screwdriver into Gao Qiong's body, then slowly let go of his hand, rolled himself into a ball, and wept suppressedly The sound came from his knees.

"... very powerful." Cui Qiao murmured.

"Yes, it's very powerful." Feng Huan pressed the switch of the horn and roared, "The filming is over! You can rest now."

The headlights on the set were turned on, and the staff who had already prepared quickly helped Wei Wei and others who were lying on the ground or lying on the ground, and wrapped them up with several large towels.

Song Qinghan drank several sips of the spicy ginger soup with his body wet, and finally suppressed the chill on his body.

"The performance is very good." Sitting next to him, Du Ren said with interest, "This filming ended very quickly, I wonder how Director Feng plans to edit this story?"

She nodded curiously, was pressed by the assistant next to her and drank another bowl of ginger soup, coughing until it was so spicy.

Du Shi also sat next to them, rubbed his nose and sneezed: "Grandma, before I realized it, I was fascinated by Gao Qiong, who gave me an anesthetic. When the director said this in my headset , I'm so dumbfounded."

"Narcotics?" Song Qinghan thought for a while, and suddenly realized, "So that's the case. Then Brother Du, your real 'death' time was not when you fell down, but when Gao Qiong caught you?"

"Yeah." Dush's voice was a little muffled, "It was killed by a screwdriver."

"Hahahahahaha!" Du Min laughed beside him, "You really are the cannon fodder for the opening series."

"...You have also been killed."

"It's because I'm a weak girl." Du Ren retorted.

"Then sister Wei Wei was not declared 'dead' because she was just fainted by anesthesia?" Song Qinghan thought for a while and asked again.

"It should be." Du Ren curled his lips a little depressed.

They were talking here, and Feng Huan walked over with his hands behind his back: "Everyone performed very well this time, and then I will give you a day off to go around and then continue filming."

Song Qinghan frowned, and Du Shi and Du Ren beside him were already smiling and thanking the director.

The author has something to say: Chu; don't get the name; Ming: when a fish cries, water knows, but when I cry, who knows qaq

Han Han: ... I know, just take a bite