After filming the last item on today's schedule, the chubby, dark-skinned director James Mangold called it a wrap.
Angelina Jolie and Winona Ryder immediately went into their dressing rooms without saying hello to anyone else.
Soon, they left the film set with their assistant.
Cao Kun changed his clothes and came out; almost everyone else had already left.
Without delay, he took a taxi back to his rented room.
As for cultivating oneself in a mental hospital, there's no need to rush; there's plenty of time.
For the next few days, everything went smoothly for the crew.
Because the majority of the film takes place in the mental hospital, the shooting period there lasted for two months.
During the first week, everyone was relatively normal, and progress was smooth.
In the second week, people kept getting sick and taking leave, which slowed down the filming progress.
In the third week, a major event occurred.
A camera that was filming on a crane suddenly fell from a great height, injuring a staff member.
Fortunately, he was taken to the hospital in time and his life was saved, but the recovery period will be at least six months.
As a result, the insurance company and the production company will have to pay out a large sum of money.
In the fourth week, something even stranger happened.
Everything seemed normal during the filming.
But looking back later, it turned out to be just a bunch of snowflakes.
Before the director could figure out the reason for this, something even bigger happened.
Two people, unable to bear the loneliness, sneaked into an abandoned area for a tryst, only to meet a tragic end there.
When the crew found them, neither of them was wearing clothes.
One was hanging from the ceiling of the corridor, and the other drowned naked in a toilet.
Everyone panicked.
Someone died, and in such a bizarre and terrifying way.
"Wait, director, there's a problem with the audio we just recorded."
The sound engineer adjusted the equipment and pressed play.
First, a series of static noises came from the equipment, followed by an unpleasant sound like fingernails scraping glass.
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying voice filled with anger, tyranny, and murderous intent exploded in everyone's ears: "Die, you will all die."
"ah!"
Many people were so frightened that their faces changed drastically, goosebumps rose all over their bodies, and they couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
It wasn't just women; many men were also trembling with fear.
"I want to go out."
"I want to leave here."
...
Extreme fear caused chaos to erupt at once.
Many people turned around and ran away, quickly leaving the mental hospital.
Once someone took the lead, others immediately followed suit, and soon the entire crew of over a hundred people was reduced to only a dozen or so.
Angelina Jolie, Winona Ryder, and Ryan Reynolds are all in it.
Cao Kun naturally didn't run away. He calmly watched those who were fleeing, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Do you really think everything will be fine once you leave here? That's incredibly naive.
Cao Kun's gaze shifted and landed on the short, chubby director, James Mangold.
James was clearly startled, but as the director, he forced himself not to panic.
"Call the police, yes, call the police first."
James took out his phone and dialed 911.
After calling the police, James calmed down considerably and began calling the producer and the insurance company.
After making a few phone calls, James relaxed a bit, pulled out a chair, sat down, and asked his assistant to get him some coffee.
Taking this opportunity, Cao Kun walked over and said, "Director, I think the police might not be able to handle this kind of thing. We need to find professionals."
Normally, James wouldn't even bother with a minor actor like Cao Kun.
But the situation is different now. James needs someone to talk to, so he wasn't surprised by what Cao Kun said: "You also think this is a paranormal event?"
Cao Kun nodded: "That's right, the police are only responsible for killing people, they don't care if ghosts kill people."
James flinched: "Do you know anyone who's an expert in this field?"
Cao Kun nodded again: "I know him, that's me."
"You?" James looked Cao Kun up and down, his eyes full of suspicion: "You can exorcise demons?"
Cao Kun: "Yes, I will."
James: "Your name is..."
"Cao Kun".
"Damn, this is serious, don't joke around."
Cao Kun: "I'm very serious."
James rubbed his temples: "I can't make this decision on my own. I need to discuss it with the producer and the insurance company."
Cao Kun sensed that James was being perfunctory, but he didn't care.
If it were him, he would also think the other person was unreliable.
However, that's true, but sometimes the price can be different depending on the time.
Cao Kun didn't press the matter. He nodded and left, leaving James to wait for the police.
That evening, Cao Kun received a call from Ryan Reynolds, who invited him out for a drink.
Upon arriving at the bar, Cao Kun saw Ryan Reynolds sitting alone in a corner booth.
Walking over, Cao Kun saw that the man's face was pale, and when the light shone on his face, it even looked a bit bluish.
His lips were a pale blackish-purple.
He was wearing a thick jacket, his arms were crossed over his chest, and he was shivering slightly, looking very cold.
Cao Kun was not surprised by this guy's condition.
Having spent so much time in this gloomy place, and having done *that* there before, it's no wonder this guy got sick.
Seeing Cao Kun sit down, Ryan Reynolds forced a smile: "What would you like to drink? It's on me."
Cao Kun: "Beer."
Ryan Reynolds ordered a pitcher of draft beer, shuddered, and said, "I feel like I'm going to die."
Cao Kun: "And then?"
Ryan Reynolds: "Why aren't you surprised at all?"
Cao Kun: "There are ghosts in the mental hospital we filmed. The couple who died today died there while doing that. You guys did it there before too, so it's normal that you're about to die."
Ryan Reynolds's suspicions were exposed by Cao Kun, and he immediately gaped: "How can you be so sure?"
Cao Kun: "Because I can exorcise demons."
Ryan Reynolds was so startled that he jumped to his feet; had the booth not been fixed in place, he probably would have fallen over by now.
After a long while, until the waiter brought the beer, Ryan Reynolds finally sat down and cautiously asked, "You really can exorcise demons?"
Cao Kun took a sip of beer: "There's no benefit in lying to you."
Ryan Reynolds picked up the whiskey on the table and downed it in one gulp: "Can you save me?"
Cao Kun: "Actually, you won't die, but you will be seriously ill. Within three months, get plenty of sunshine, and you will gradually recover."
Of course, this is assuming you no longer go to the mental hospital.
"Three months?" Ryan Reynolds said with a bitter face, "That's too long. Not going to film would be a breach of contract, and I'd have to pay a penalty. I don't have that kind of money. Is there any other way?"
Cao Kun: "Yes, but it costs money."
Ryan Reynolds immediately asked, "How much?"
Cao Kun: "How many do you have?"
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