Chapter 76 Chapter 76 Revolving (Part 4)

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"It's almost time to turn on the phone. What are you doing?"

A voice suddenly interrupted. Director Leonhardt came over, put his arm around Mo Shiyu's shoulders, looked at Vermouth, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Go get ready."

Vermouth frowned slightly, retracted her gaze which had become somewhat cold and scrutinizing, and without saying anything else, turned and left.

Mo Shiyu was put on the shoulder and pulled away by the director. He walked through the messy wires on the floor of the crew. He lowered his eyes and took a deep breath.

Sense of disharmony.

Ever since he joined the crew, he has been feeling an lingering sense of disharmony.

At first, it was just people from the crew, but later even Vermouth and Gin seemed to become strangers.

However, to the two of them, he is the one who is abnormal.

"Chris seems to be in a bad mood."

Leonhardt touched his arm, which was covered with goose bumps. "It's rare to see her make such an expression. For a moment I thought she was going to peel the skin off you—haha, I'm kidding. But Shiyu, did you say something to her?"

Mo Shiyu didn't say anything.

He didn't think Leonhardt's words were exaggeration.

If their memories continued to deviate by a hair's breadth like this, Vermouth might really have to peel off his skin to see if there was bright red flesh and blood underneath, or another unfamiliar face.

It was like he couldn't tell whether the person in front of him was the real person or something pretending to be him.

The same must be true for Vermouth.

The crew was as chaotic as a boiling kettle, with people dragging boxes and equipment everywhere. The noise made Mo Shiyu feel annoyed.

Suddenly, a low, laughing male voice came from my ear.

"what's on your mind?"

Leonhardt lowered his head and asked in his ear with a slightly ambiguous tone.

Mo Shiyu turned his head uncomfortably and looked at him. Just as he was about to say something, his breath suddenly stopped.

The blond director walking beside him had a snow-white smiling mask on his face at some point, with his bright red lips curved, staring at him intently, his voice filled with laughter.

"What's wrong?" The mask grinned, revealing the pink bed of flesh and texture.

“%+…”

Gin turned his head and looked at the gray-haired figure who pushed the director away not far away.

Valentine was breathing softly, his face so pale that it was hard to tell whether it was from his makeup or his own complexion. His eyes were sharp and hysterical, like a small animal that was cornered.

Gin's eyes suddenly darkened.

The director who was pushed away by Mo Shiyu had a bewildered look on his face. He scratched his lower back which was hurt by the collision. The confusion on his handsome bearded face was about to overflow. He sniffed in confusion.

"What's wrong? Shiyu? Am I breathless?"

Mo Shiyu looked at him several times in surprise and doubt, but the director's expression was so vivid that there was no trace of acting at all. The snow-white mask just now seemed like an illusion to him.

Did he see it wrong?

No, it's impossible. Mo Shiyu gritted his teeth. This mask was the one on the face of the male college student who jumped off the building!

It really followed!

"What did you say just now?" Mo Shiyu asked, staring at him intently.

"I told you, I noticed you were quiet and seemed to be worried, so I asked. If you're not comfortable talking..." The blond director rubbed his waist in pain and said with a bitter face, "You don't have to talk about it."

Although this young man looks thin and weak, he is actually very strong. His waist feels like it was hit by an iron spike.

Leonhardt seriously suspected that he had a herniated disc from the blow just now.

It’s true that you can’t judge a book by its cover.

“…I see.”

Mo Shiyu shook himself awake for a moment, then tried to regain his composure. He raised his eyes and smiled apologetically at Leonhardt. "I was so nervous just now that I suddenly felt dizzy for a few seconds and lost control of my strength. Are you okay?"

Leonhardt hummed in confusion.

He thought that the kid didn't look nervous, but more like a stressed cat with its fur standing on end.

"It's okay." He said sympathetically, "Then sit down for a while and adjust your state. If you feel uncomfortable, your scenes can be postponed. Your health comes first."

"Thank you for your concern. I think I can shoot normally." Mo Shiyu said.

Vermouth looked at the gray-haired figure sitting on a chair in the distance and asked, "Is that you?"

Gin deadpanned, "Yes."

The answer was so quick that Vermouth glanced at him for a moment longer, her beautiful eyes moving slightly before she chuckled, "Well, I think so too. He's the only one with such an addictive aura."

Whatever this change was, it favored Valentine, that was certain.

Vermouth glanced at Gin and raised her voice slightly hoarsely, "To be honest, I've always had a feeling..."

Gin put out the cigarette with one hand and said coldly, "Shut up."

***

The lights came on, Mo Shiyu adjusted the hem of his red dress, tied one side of his hair with a black headband, walked under the camera lens, and shook the water off his hands.

Vermouth does not appear in this scene, it mainly focuses on the male protagonist and his friends.

The male protagonist is a handsome red-haired guy with a face that looks like a super scumbag, but he is a shy person. He blushed as soon as he met Mo Shiyu's eyes. After trying for a long time, he finally said to him, "How are you?"

Mo Shiyu wasn't paying enough attention and almost used his muscle memory reflexively.

After finally coming to his senses, he quickly changed his answer to a short one.

"You're very beautiful." The red-haired young man looked at him and after a while he managed to say, "You'll definitely be famous."

Mo Shiyu curled his eyes and said, "Thank you."

The director sat behind the monitor, squinting at the screen.

The setting is very deep and deliberately Chinese-style. It is clearly the interior of an old and dilapidated church, with a colorful half-painted image of the Virgin Mary and a huge cross on the glass.

But the windows and walls were covered with yellow talismans with red cinnabar, and when the blower outside the venue blew, the talismans made a rustling sound.

It's like various warm and cool paints are applied on a black and gray background.

The whole scene has the atmosphere of Hong Kong movies from the 1980s and 1990s, which is eerie and romantic.

"An ancient Eastern nation." Leonhardt muttered as he watched the stunning and vast images on the monitor. "They're clearly a reserved and gentle race, but strangely, they're naturally suited to these brilliant and elegant colors."

…

Unlike traditional superhero movies, this is a science fiction and road-themed movie. The fledgling protagonists travel along the way, and because it is raining, they hide in an abandoned church.

The church was full of yellow talismans. They didn't know what they were and accidentally knocked over several of them.

As the yellow talisman floated down to the ground, the atmosphere slowly changed.

Someone squatted under the cross and saw several wet handprints underneath the cross.

What can I say about that handprint? It's blurry, but it exudes beauty.

It was as if being gently brushed by a beautiful, bone-biting hand.

It's clearly just a handprint.

The protagonist put his hand on it.

The camera zoomed in for a close-up.

"Guys." The protagonist looked down for a long time before saying slowly, "Come and take a look at this."

The remaining few people walked over, squatted down and examined it for a while. "What is this? Is there someone living here?"

"I don't know." Someone looked at the beautiful handprint, "It doesn't look like it was left by a human. Could it be a vampire?"

"No vampire would live in a church unless they were crazy." The protagonist said sarcastically.

"This is an Eastern talisman." Someone tore off a yellow talisman and studied it for a while. "It's all over the wall. It's most likely used to suppress something."

The next second, the yellow talismans on the wall behind them made a whirring sound, as if responding to him. He was startled and turned to look behind him.

They heard the sound of bells.

The distant rhythm, intermittent, seems to echo in my heart.

They explored the church, seeing more yellow talismans plastered all over the walls, and their uneasiness and excitement grew.

"Is there a big guy here?" the protagonist whispered expectantly.

In the world view of this movie, superheroes are everywhere and the industry is already saturated. The protagonist is a descendant of a hero who is obsessed with making achievements and becoming famous. During his travels, he always hopes to find a big villain to fight.

While exploring the church, more yellow talismans were torn off and scattered in the air.

During the period, they encountered several small monsters. These curses would breed in dark and deserted places. They were not very powerful, but they would pop up from time to time and scare the audience.

The feeling of unease was building.

"The soil here is renovated." The protagonist found that the soil under the cross was very loose, as if it had just been dug up, and hurriedly said to his companions.

They used tools to turn over the soil and dug up a wooden coffin.

Coffin under the cross.

The coffin was simple and heavy. On each edge was a cinnabar yellow talisman with extremely complex patterns. There was also a wet handprint left on it.

The two yellow talismans sealing the coffin have broken.

The protagonist held his breath and slowly pushed open the coffin.

No one, it's empty.

"..." The protagonist let out a breath, not knowing whether it was disappointment or relief.

The coffin was clean and looked well-maintained.

"A coffin wouldn't be buried in a place like this for no reason." The group sat around the coffin, and the protagonist said, "The coffin is empty, but where is the person inside?"

"Where is the villain?" he said in despair.

Just then, without any warning.

Two wide dark red sleeves stretched out from the darkness behind his head, resting on both sides of his shoulders and falling all the way to his chest.

A beautiful face covered by a yellow talisman and looking like a skeleton emerged from the darkness.

The red-clothed zombie tilted its head, and the yellow talisman fell to one side, revealing a sleepy gray eye.

There was a light dark blue under his eyes, and his eyelashes were long and thick. He looked very closely into the visitor's eyes. His long gray hair was loosely tied to one side with a black hairband, flowing down one shoulder.

"Are you...looking for me?"

He opened his mouth and asked in a sleepy, low voice.

The moonlight illuminated the hem of the red dress, revealing strange flowing patterns.

It's illusory and extremely beautiful.

"Card!"

The director finally called out, and Mo Shiyu suddenly stood up from the protagonist, dusted him off, and said awkwardly, "Excuse me, excuse me."

Don’t be fooled by the beauty and horror in the footage, there is a huge gap between reality and the footage.

In order to make the shot look better, he lay down behind the protagonist in a place not captured by the camera, with his waist hunched, and his posture was as weird as it could be.

The red-haired protagonist in front of Mo Shiyu seemed to be able to control himself. It was not until the director called cut that his whole face turned red as if a switch was pressed.

"No, it's okay." He said shyly and ran away like the wind.

Leonhardt is a director who is very good at shooting pictures. He shot this scene in a strange and beautiful way, combining the aesthetics of the East and the West.

He was quite satisfied with Mo Shiyu's performance.

In fact, this role does not require any acting skills, just the temperament needs to be portrayed, with few expressions and few lines.

However, Mo Shiyu still felt ashamed when performing.

——Didn’t he say, how could Western directors come up with such a pretentious way of appearance? Wouldn’t the audience really feel sick of it?