nervous

"Poor Miss Mei still got on the wedding sedan. Please find a way to save Mei Fang before the end of the wedding ceremony (30 minutes countdown). If you can't save Mei Fang before the wedding, the game will be forced to end. Tip: Players can go to the Zhu family's old house or the Mei family's courtyard to find the Zhu family's eldest son or the Mei family's young master for help. "

The message was immediately sent to every player’s mobile phone, and also reached the hands of the director team and screenwriter.

"...Who sent this message?" The director was sweating profusely at this moment, and the speed at which he wiped the sweat off his forehead could not keep up with the speed at which the cold sweat was coming out: "Where is the screenwriter? Where is the executive assistant director? Go ask them!"

As the person who specifies and confirms every step of the process in the script, as the chief director, he can be sure that this task did not appear in the original script at all!

Even if he tried to pretend to be ignorant at this point, the director knew that this matter would never end well.

The investors’ affairs are no longer important. What needs to be considered now is the personal safety of the guests and staff - didn’t you see that Lin Lang was directly “possessed”!

With the director's many years of experience in metaphysics, he was certain that something must have gone wrong with Lin Lang. Perhaps he was possessed by a "ghost" hiding in the dark.

But the screenwriter and executive assistant director did not arrive, but the hurried assistant director arrived first.

"Director!" the assistant said anxiously, "The phone call is not going through!"

"Who's calling?"

"Everything!" the assistant said, "The phone keeps showing no signal, and I can't make calls! Just now, Xiao Wang from the logistics department told me that he was going to get today's lunch box outside the film and television city, but for some reason, he couldn't get out of the film and television city!"

"Where's the walkie-talkie?" the director asked hurriedly.

"The intercom is still working." The assistant was young and had never encountered such a bizarre thing before. He was almost crying: "Director, is this a ghost wall? What should we do?"

"Don't panic, don't panic..." the director muttered to himself, and for a moment he didn't know whether he was comforting the assistant or hypnotizing himself.

The next moment, the little assistant let out another short scream.

"Director... look at the monitor!"

"What?" The director turned his head subconsciously, and saw a line of bright red words that seemed to be written in blood appear on the screen at some point.

"Keep filming, or everyone will be buried with you."

The assistant couldn't hold it in any longer and burst into tears: "How come this ghost still has a habit of taking photos!"

director:"......"

He didn't know whether to be scared first or complain that the assistant's comments were too accurate.

Seeing that the "ghost" who wrote the bloody words could obviously hear their conversation, the director quickly pulled the assistant to stop howling. At the same time, he mustered up the courage to ask the bloody words: "If we complete the filming according to your requirements, will you still hurt us?"

"Won't"

The director breathed a sigh of relief.

"Take good pictures, or you'll die—"

Lin Lang, who had been observing the mutant's every move, said: "......"

"Director, director! It's going to kill us!" The little assistant cried even harder.

director:"......"

How should I put it? Suddenly I don’t seem to be so scared anymore.

Although this ghost is more or less a little crazy, since they can communicate, it means that their current safety is guaranteed.

What's more - this is a ghost story! No special effects, no scripts or props, just an authentic ghost story! Is there anything that can arouse a director's creative desire more than this?

The director rolled up his sleeves and was full of energy.

"Xiao Chen," he instructed his assistant, "Go and tell the assistant directors to comfort the people below and not to panic or offend it accidentally. Don't tell the artists the truth, just shoot it as the original plot process. Everyone, work hard, and when we leave this damn place, I will give everyone a red envelope."

The director gestured a heart-moving number.

The assistant wiped away her tears and thought to herself, this is just a ghost place. Although the fear in her heart did not dissipate, she gained a brief courage because of the large red envelope.

He nodded vigorously, grabbed the jade pendant given to him by his family, which was said to have been blessed by a master, and ran towards the nearby Group B Studio.

...

"I always feel that the mission is weird." Ding Bowen stared at the screen of his mobile phone. After reading the mission carefully, he said to Su Mu, "This is the first time I have seen a mission that forces the game to end."

No matter how complex the games were in the past, the fundamental goal was to avoid the hunters and complete the course.

These artists will complete their tasks for the sake of reputation and image, and will not fight for the final championship and one million, but it is boring to be friendly in competition programs. Therefore, the program team boldly added a large number of amateurs to make the program more explosive. In order to ensure that these amateurs can persist until the last five minutes of the game, the program team will even deliberately ask the hunters to avoid the players and let them go temporarily.

If the mission is forced to end, not to mention whether the shooting time is long enough for editing and playback, the amateur players will be the first to disagree.

As expected, Yan Hua, an internet celebrity who has gained considerable attention for his controversial remarks, was the first to stand up and yell at the director through the camera: "What kind of mission is this! How can you force the game to end? I'm here to win the game, not to act in a TV series with you!"

Although this statement is straightforward, it also expresses the thoughts of many amateur players.

Whether the program plot is complete or not is something the directors and artists need to consider. It has nothing to do with them. Don't delay them from making money!

Although these players were not as brave as Yan Hua to confront the program team directly, they also expressed their support to Yan Hua with their eyes and small gestures.

Yan Hua was immediately more proud of the players' support and shouted even more vigorously. Therefore, he did not notice that when he started to shout, the "scarecrows" welcoming the bride stopped their movements, turned their heads in unison, and stared at Yan Hua with their eyes without whites. Their faces, which were mostly covered by the talisman paper, slowly moved every muscle, and froze into an extremely weird smile.

Yan Hua, who was talking incessantly, felt a chill coming from behind him. The surroundings suddenly became quiet. Even the expressions of the players who supported him changed from approval to horror.

...what happens?

Yan Hua turned around blankly and was suddenly met with a pair of dark eyes that seemed to be filled with ink.

Yan Hua let out a terrified cry. Born as a fitness coach, his legs went limp and he fell to the ground in fright.

No, it's just a script...

Yan Hua comforted himself in his heart, but whether it was the weird expressions and smiles of the NPCs, or the weird atmosphere that suffocated him, it was not just a variety show script.

He had been to many haunted houses before, but compared to the scene before his eyes, no matter how exquisitely built those haunted houses were, how bloody the decorations were, how hard the people playing the ghosts worked, and even with the bonus of BGM, they were completely inferior to the scene before his eyes - that was the fear of fate and death from the depths of his soul.

Fortunately, these "NPCs" had no intention of attacking them. It seemed that they were simply angry because Yan Hua disturbed the wedding procession.

After Yan Hua covered his mouth and forced himself to be quiet and stop protesting, they all turned their heads back and headed towards the unknown destination again.

“It’s horrible…”

Someone let out a choked murmur. It was embarrassing to tell others that you were scared to tears by a "program", but no one had time to mock this cowardly player. They all said the same thing in their hearts: This is too scary!

"Then, what should we do now?" Someone asked stutteringly. Fearing that he would attract the attention of the "NPCs" again, he half covered his mouth and dared only to make a faint sound.

Fortunately, the sound of the suona music was loud enough, so this little noise did not attract the attention of the wedding party. A player immediately replied, "Doesn't the mission ask us to seek help from the eldest son of the Zhu family or the youngest son of the Mei family? This is the Zhu family's old house, right? Shall we go in now?"

"Don't try to get yourself killed!" The player next to him said immediately, "Butler Wu is watching us all the time. If you want to go in, you have to wait until he's far away."

"Besides, it's hard to say what kind of dangers there are in the old house." Another player followed.

The Zhu Family Mansion, where the wedding procession was held, was undoubtedly the strangest place in the entire film and television base, except for the wedding procession. Players pushed each other, but no one dared to enter the Zhu Family Mansion, even though it was right next to them.

"I'll go." A clear young voice suddenly said.

Su Mu did not try to hide his words like the other players did. He seemed to not care about these strange "NPCs" at all, and spoke with full force, enough for every player on both sides of the street to hear.

Ding Bowen was so scared that he quickly pulled Su Mu's hand: "Keep your voice down! They will notice!"

Ding Bowen didn't even know why he was so scared - they were all staff members of the same show and were just following the script, but he just couldn't contain the fear in his heart. It was as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body was cold and stinging.

But Ding Bowen's reminder was still a step too late, and Su Mu's voice once again made these "NPCs" stop.

Ding Bowen noticed that Butler Wu had an obviously angry expression on his face.

He himself did not have the appearance that would cause the uncanny valley effect. Rather, he had kind eyes and a kind demeanor, much like an old butler. But at this moment, against the backdrop of this underworld scene, and with his cold eyes that looked like he was haunted by a ghost, even the kindest look would only appear terrifying, as if he could reveal his two rows of fangs at any time and swallow all the troublemakers into his stomach in one gulp.

I told you to keep your voice down!

Ding Bowen shouted in despair in his heart, and the next moment, he saw Su Mu raised his hand and waved at Butler Wu in a friendly manner.

Butler Wu: “…”

Ding Bowen: “…”

"What are you afraid of?" Su Mu said seriously, "It's just a script. We are in this era now. We should believe in science!"

Ding Bowen: “…”

Although, why do I feel it's so wrong when you say this?