There are too many people under suspicion.

Qiao Yan thought about the characters in this play. There were too many of them. There were many who were below the sixth female role. Did she have to eliminate them one by one?

In the afternoon, Qiao Yan studied the script for a while. Although she wanted to find the person with the problem, she couldn't stop working because of this.

People came back from the set one after another, basically they were actors who had no more scenes to shoot today. The agent opened the door and took a rough look. Some of them visited each other and chatted, while others just went back to their rooms quietly.

Rather than walking outside, most actors actually prefer to lie down and sleep during their breaks during filming.

Because acting is actually a very mentally and physically demanding job. Of course, the prerequisite is that you are serious and dedicated to playing your role well.

"I'm going out for a walk." The agent at the door said to Qiao Yan. Qiao Yan saw that she seemed to be waving to someone.

"Friends?"

"Yes." Qiao Yan had no reason to stop him, and the agent was not leaving for no reason. When he was with friends in the same industry, it was natural to talk about some things in the industry.

The door was gently closed, and Qiao Yan put the script down. Her role wasn't difficult, so she learned quickly. However, while her agent was here, she had to hold the script and pretend.

[I have always recognized Sister Qiao's acting skills.]

[Are there any sisters with first-person perspective here? Is it the back? ]

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My back hurts so much...

[What is this? I'll also switch to a first-person perspective.]

What the first-person audience feels is naturally what Qiao Yan herself feels.

Starting around lunch, she began to feel a dull pain in her back. At first, it was very subtle, like a needle prick, but then it gradually became more and more pronounced, and the pain kept increasing.

Qiao Yan already had some guesses about the source of the pain, but because her agent was here, she couldn't move. Now that she was alone in the room, she got up and went to the bathroom to check.

"Hiss..." Just by moving a little bit too much, I could feel the piercing pain.

The clothes that were sticking to her back were lifted up, and Qiao Yan looked in shock at the large purple-red bruise that had appeared on her back, where originally there was only a small purple handprint.

People who don't know her would probably think she was run over by a car...

The handprint was completely indistinguishable and blended with the large area of ​​purple-red. Qiao Yan carefully stretched out a finger and pressed it. It hurt!

I didn't feel anything when I came back this morning...how could it have changed so quickly?!

She twisted her neck to look at her slightly ugly back in the mirror. As her eyes moved, she suddenly caught a glimpse of another small purple-red figure sticking out from the bathroom door which was not completely closed.

"Ah!" She screamed and turned around quickly. Her clothes fell again and scraped her back, causing a slight pain, but there was nothing at the bathroom door.

She was very sure that she was not seeing things, but there was indeed nothing in front of her.

Unconvinced, she took out her cell phone from her trouser pocket and took a picture of the door, but there was still nothing in the picture.

Maybe he has already left, Qiao Yan thought, exhaled, and subconsciously glanced in the mirror when he was about to leave the bathroom.

The bathroom door was still half-leaning, and at this moment, although no figure appeared at the door, there was a pair of purple-red hands clinging to the door!

Qiao Yan almost forgot to breathe because a thin head gradually popped out from behind those hands.

A shapeless nose clung to the skin, limp and drooping. Eyeballs, black and not white, were embedded in the face, like two stones chiseled into a wall. Bloodstained black hair clung tightly to the scalp, as if a layer of white latex had dried.

Its mouth was just a simple gap, with no teeth inside when it opened. Its black eyes stared at Qiao Yan, "Mom..."

Don't come over here, I'm not your mother.

The words of the agent echoed in Qiao Yan's mind. Cold sweat slid down her back, giving her a tingling sensation as it passed through the purple-red marks that were emitting obvious heat.

She cautiously retreated to the edge of the bathtub, reached out to take off the shower head, and with her other hand, she flipped the switch without hesitation, turning on the maximum water flow and the hottest temperature.

Cold water spurted out of the shower head at an extremely fast speed towards the thing crawling in from the door. It made a high-pitched cry like a baby, like a cat's meow.

The water quickly became hot and scalding, and white mist appeared in the bathroom, instantly blurring the mirror, leaving people with only vague figures.

The hot water continued to pour over the creature, and its body turned from purple to brown-red from being burned, and its cries became noticeably louder.

Taking this opportunity, Qiao Yan quickly threw away the shower head and ran out of the bathroom, not forgetting to close the door.

"Ah—" After a pause after the violent movement, the pain in her back was noticed again, and she let out a selfish and twisted cry of pain.

Ding Dong——

The doorbell rang, and she started to jerk and grimace. She took a moment to calm down before going over to open the door.

The agent came back from chatting and stared at his own wet clothes and pants: "What did you do?!"

She entered the house and closed the door. She immediately heard the sound of water dripping from the closed bathroom: "Are you playing with water?!"

Seeing her agent about to open the door, Qiao Yan immediately grabbed her hand and said, "I was running water for a bath, but I turned on the wrong switch at first and got soaked by the shower head above."

"Then quickly take your clothes and stay inside. The air conditioner is on in the room, so don't catch a cold." As he said this, he took two steps and took out Qiao Yan's pajamas and other clothes from the suitcase, and handed them to her.

After taking her clothes, Qiao Yan was in a dilemma. She smiled awkwardly, opened the bathroom door nervously, and took a nervous look.

It was gone... She breathed a sigh of relief and then went in with her clothes.

Her back still hurt, but it wasn't as intense anymore. It was more of an itch, but she couldn't scratch it. When she emerged, she found the dinner her agent had ordered had arrived.

Qiao Yan sat down to eat, broke off the disposable chopsticks and asked, "Do you know which actors in our crew have children?"

"Huh?" The agent nearly choked on his soup. "Kid? What kind?"

"Um, are there more kinds?"

"Legitimate, illegitimate, adopted..." the agent asked, but received an unethical reply from Qiao Yan: "Those who died before they were born."