Chapter 127 Children’s Giggling Voice (7)
When Yan Shixun first found himself in a strange place, many speculations flashed through his mind. But he never thought that he was not even himself? ?
Although he had lost consciousness and didn't know how he got here from the hotel, nor did he see the existence that led to the current situation, but judging from the surrounding house environment and what he was wearing, this was definitely not something an ordinary living person could do.
More like, the power of ghosts and gods.
Yan Shixun's expression was terribly gloomy. He sneered, put the pocket watch back into his vest pocket, and prepared to leave with his long legs.
He needed to confirm whether other places around it were also the old Binhai from a hundred years ago, as well as other people in the program team...
Since that thing can even bypass his perception, let alone the other people in the program team, there is a high probability that they will be transferred here.
Yan Shixun took one last look around, then stepped over the high threshold without hesitation and walked towards Jing Yin's house along the road in his memory.
Since he is now "Jing Yin", it makes sense for him to go back to his own home, doesn't it?
On the night after the rainstorm, the entire city fell into silence, with only the dim street lights projected onto the ground, and every household was asleep.
The leather shoes fell on the stone road.
"despair."
"despair."
The crow circled twice and landed on the church spire, its dark eyes fixed on the man's back on the long street.
…
Yan Shixun could always feel vague gazes, as if someone was watching him secretly, but no matter how he used the reflection of the pocket watch and the glass window at the corner, all he could see was that there was no one around him.
So, the guy who made him lose consciousness and arranged all this was secretly watching him?
Yan Shixun did not react too excessively, and his posture was always natural, as if he was Jing Yin, returning home late at night and walking on the deserted street in the concession area.
But his heart was by no means as calm as he appeared.
The waves were so huge that I was so shocked that I couldn't control my breathing for a moment and it became heavier.
Yan Shixun noticed that the place he walked through was almost exactly the same as the scenery he saw when he visited the concession area after the opening ceremony.
It's not one of those relics that have been listed as cultural relics a hundred years later, but it's brand new, with the smell of paint and wood that has not yet dissipated.
Now, things are going to get interesting.
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows.
The entire area has returned to a hundred years ago... maybe even outside the concession area. This is the first time he has encountered such a situation. How strong is the guy who did all this?
However, perhaps because Yan Shixun acted too naturally, the audience in front of the camera didn’t notice the shock in his heart at all, and were still marveling that this scene was worthy of being created by a famous director.
[This scene is amazing! My god, Director Li is worthy of it. Although the venue rental was a big deal, it really worked. For a moment, I almost thought this was the old Binhai from a hundred years ago.]
[This is the first time I see Brother Yan dressed so formally. The costume and makeup team has such a good aesthetic. This suit must have cost a lot of money. Brother Yan looks like a big shot from the past, running for his ideals.]
[It's like the old Binhai movie I watched before! But it has a more indescribable flavor, mysterious and profound, walking on the edge of a knife amidst dangers.]
[Huh? Wait, the scene has changed! I was stunned. Isn't this a live broadcast? Why did it switch seamlessly to another place? It was on the street just now, but now it has changed to an old house, and the protagonist has also changed... Is this person wearing a cheongsam Chi Yan? ? ? ]
[Hiss! It really is! Okay, now I believe this is really a movie made by Director Li Xuetang and the program crew.]
[Surprised, this scene is so realistic! Hmm...wait a minute, am I seeing things? Is the person in the skirt behind the door the person I thought she was?]
[I’m sick… Listen to my sister. If you are really sick, go see a doctor. Don’t delay treatment. The skirt is about to be torn. Let the skirt go. (He hesitated to speak)]
Yan Shixun held the dark green tie that was balled up in his slender and powerful palms. He did not knock on the door of Jing Yin's house. Instead, he looked up to calculate the height of the wall, grabbed the protruding bricks with his hands wrapped in leather gloves, climbed up the wall in a few nimble steps, climbed over the high wall silently, and then landed lightly on the ground.
Although he had a slender figure and strong muscles that were definitely not weightless like feathers, Yan Shixun didn't make any sound.
As a result, the people in the house did not notice that there was one more person in the courtyard.
When Zhao Zhen woke up, he felt a splitting headache, which made him almost want to shout out loud to relieve his pain.
He raised his hand, covered his throbbing temples, and turned over with difficulty.
When the snowflakes in front of his eyes, which looked like a broken TV, gradually faded away, Zhao Zhen could see clearly where he was and understood why he had a headache.
——He was hit by a club.
There were traces of blood in the palm of his hand that was lowered from the sun. He tilted his head and saw that there were also traces of blood on his shoulder. He had just been lying on the floor of the utility room with an old-fashioned wooden mop thrown next to him.
The answer is already clear.
Zhao Zhen blinked, and when he came back to his senses, he realized something was wrong.
He was originally in the penthouse suite of the hotel, waiting in the living room with the production crew, wanting to wait for the official people to take over the investigation of the prank and corpse in the penthouse suite.
Even before he lost consciousness, he was trying to comfort White Frost.
Bai Shuang was frightened by the blood in the milk bottle.
However, suddenly, Zhao Zhen's eyes went dark and he remembered nothing.
When he opened his eyes again, he had been knocked unconscious by a club and thrown into the storage room.
The ground was very cold, causing Zhao Zhen's upper and lower teeth to chatter and chatter. It was foreseeable that if he really lost consciousness and lay on the ground, he would die of hypothermia in just one night.
Who did it? Even if you have a grudge against him, you wouldn't do such a thing. In today's society, there are cameras everywhere, especially the live broadcast of the program group is always on. That person can't get away...
When Zhao Zhen lowered his head and saw his own clothes clearly, he was stunned for a moment, and his mind was as dry as an old bearing, unable to turn.
Because he was going to attend the opening ceremony, he wore the trousers and thin woolen sweater prepared for him by his agent, which was fashionable and not frivolous.
But now, Zhao Zhen found that the clothes he was wearing were no longer the ones he remembered. Instead, he was wearing a men's robe from a hundred years ago. Under the light grey robe were trousers of the same colour and cloth shoes.
Zhao Zhen is an actor. In order to have roles to play, he takes on all kinds of dramas, including TV dramas from a century ago. So he knows very well that his current outfit is a typical male outfit from a century ago.
His numb and dull brain started to churn out words one by one like a broken machine.
...Could it be that someone changed his clothes while he was unconscious?
What is the picture???
Even though he was in the entertainment industry, Zhao Zhen had seen a lot of fanatical fans' actions and knew a lot of the shabby things in the film and television circles. He thought he was already a mature "old" actor.
However, this miraculous development still exceeded Zhao Zhen's expectations.
However, the ground was too cold, and Zhao Zhen couldn't hold on for a while. He quickly stood up with the help of the cupboard next to him, and then happened to face a broken floor-standing dressing mirror next to him.
The broken mirror reflected Zhao Zhen's image.
He was wearing a light grey robe and a pair of gold chain glasses on his chest. His hairstyle was also a common men's hairstyle a hundred years ago.
Zhao Zhen had to admit that although the person who did this was a bit strange, the costumes and props were really well prepared. At least, he couldn't tell that it was a prop.
If he didn't know, he would have thought he was really in the old Binhai from a hundred years ago.
The wound on his head needed to be treated, and he also needed to figure out the current situation. Zhao Zhen didn't dare to delay any longer and hurried to the door of the utility room.
However, as soon as he pushed the door shut, Zhao Zhen's expression changed.
Can't push it open.
It looked like it was locked from the outside.
Is this guy sick? He wants him to die here and he even changes his clothes!
Zhao Zhen couldn't help but curse. After realizing that he couldn't get out by himself, he immediately banged against the door with his body, and without caring about being cautious, he quickly shouted for help: "Is there anyone outside?"
"Open the door!"
After shouting like this for a while, when Zhao Zhen was becoming more and more unsure, a voice finally came from outside.
"Is it... Zhao Zhen?"
It was a female voice, hesitant and uncertain.
But since he could call out his name by voice, it seemed that he must be someone who knew him.
Zhao Zhen immediately said happily: "It's me! The door is locked from the outside, please help me open it."
There was a series of high-heeled footsteps sounds outside, and it sounded like a woman was walking over to check the situation.
Then she hurriedly said, "Please wait a moment, I'll find someone to help you."
"good."
But the more Zhao Zhen thought about this voice, the more he felt something was wrong.
I feel like this is...very familiar.
Where have you heard it before?
Before he could figure it out, in addition to the sound of high heels, another series of twisted sounds were heard outside.
Like someone who is just learning to wear high heels, she walks crookedly and is not used to it.
"Is Zhao Zhen in there?"
Zhang Wubing's surprised voice came: "We found another one, that's great!"
Zhao Zhen was so surprised that he didn't bother to figure out why he clearly heard the sound of high heels, but it was Zhang Wubing who came.
"director!"
"Zhao Zhen!"
Zhang Wubing responded affectionately through the door of the utility room: "Wait, I'll unlock it and let you out right away!"
"That's right, I don't know where this key is?" Zhang Wubing's voice was a little hesitant.
But Zhao Zhen suddenly realized something. He reached out to touch his waist under his robe and his fingers were hit by something hard.
When I pulled it out, I saw it was a whole bunch of keys, and at a glance there were dozens of them.
Very good, it seems that the key to the utility room is most likely in his possession.
Zhao Zhen was almost so angry that he laughed. Zhang Wubing, who was outside, was silent for two seconds after hearing the news, and then said, "It's okay. If you don't believe it, there's an axe at the door of the utility room."
"It's a good opportunity to break the door lock."
Zhang Wubing's voice sounded somewhat happy, and judging from the "crackling!" sound of the axe hitting the wood that soon rang out, he had already done so.
But Zhao Zhen couldn't be happy. He silently looked at the mirror next to him. In the mirror with cracks spreading, his image with a wound on his head was reflected.
He had a wild guess.
Perhaps, that axe was originally intended to kill him.
Fortunately, Zhang Wubing quickly solved the problem of the locked door. With a "bang", the lock fell off.
The door of the utility room was pushed open from the outside.
"Okay Zhao Zhen, come out quickly."
Zhao Zhen breathed a sigh of relief: "Director, luckily you are here, otherwise I might have to freeze here for a whole, a whole, a whole..."
He looked at the person in front of him, and the words he was about to say were stuck.
Zhao Zhen was stunned, and pointed his finger at Zhang Wubing tremblingly: "Director, you... still have this kind of hobby?"
But he finally understood why he clearly heard the sound of high heels, but it was Zhang Wubing who appeared.
——Because Zhang Wubing was wearing high heels.
Zhang Wubing was wearing an old-fashioned school uniform skirt that didn't fit his size. His soft belly was tightly squeezed by the light blue uniform top, and under the skirt, his two legs, which looked like men, were wearing white stockings and a pair of black leather shoes with small heels.
What's even more exaggerated is that Zhang Wubing's hair, which was not too long to begin with, was pulled out into two small tufts, tied with blue ribbons. Just because the hair was not long enough, it lost the innocent and lively feeling that this hairstyle should have, and became two tufts that reached up into the sky.
To be honest, nothing can better show that the owner of these clothes is a pervert than this outfit.
It's to the extent that people will take photos and call the police when they walk on the street.
Zhao Zhen thought so in his heart, but he didn't have the heart to say it out loud, for fear of hurting Zhang Wubing's soft heart.
"It's okay, director. I understand. I'm an adult now and I like freedom."
Resisting the discomfort of being burned by the eyes, Zhao Zhen comforted him with difficulty: "This is your own freedom, director. I won't tell anyone."
However, after these words were spoken, Zhang Wubing, who was standing at the door of the utility room with an axe in his hand and smiling, ready to greet Zhao Zhen, fell silent.
Zhang Wubing, who has always been shameless, rarely knows what to say in response.
The scene fell into an awkward silence.
The audience was almost going crazy with laughter.
[Hahahahaha what's up with Director Li Xuetang? Has he switched careers to become a comedy director? Well I have to say, Director Li Xuetang is really good at making comedies. I'm almost laughing like crazy.]
[Oh mother, Mai Ai Si, Mai Ai Si! I would pay a lot of money for a pair of eyes that have not seen this scene.]
[Fuck! Director Zhang, what are you doing? Director Zhang! You are the director of a top variety show now. Even for the sake of variety show effects, you still have to consider your image and burdens, right? You don’t have to work so hard. It’s not that bad. Hahahaha.]
[You were obviously laughing, and you never stopped! Pfft! Sorry, Xiaobing, mom still loves you, even if you are dressed like this... I can't take it anymore, I am laughing so hard that I am looking for my head on the ground.]
[Ah, Zhang Wubing is wearing an old-fashioned schoolgirl uniform, right? I have always envied the uniforms of those days, and I think they are much better looking than my current sportswear and school uniforms. I once said that even a pig would look good in an old-fashioned school uniform from a hundred years ago! But now after seeing Zhang Wubing's image... I'm sorry, I apologize for my youthful recklessness. Ah, it's too eye-catching.]
After a long and almost unbearable silence, the person next to him coughed and broke the deadlock: "Zhao Zhen, what happened to your head? Did you hit it somewhere?"
Zhao Zhen awkwardly withdrew his gaze from Zhang Wubing and looked to the side as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw: "No, I woke up like this, it seems like someone beat me... uh."
"Chi...Yan?" Zhao Zhen called out to the other party hesitantly.
The beautiful woman nodded generously and admitted: "It's me. I was dressed like this when I woke up."
Chi Yan, who was standing next to Zhang Wubing at this time, was wearing a slim-fitting satin cheongsam that was slit all the way to the knees. There was a pearl inlaid on the seam. As she walked, her snow-white calves were faintly visible under the exquisite cheongsam, and the high heels made her legs look so perfect that they looked like a plaster model.
Chi Yan had the most fashionable curly hairstyle of old Binhai a hundred years ago, with a diamond hairpin in her hair, a three-layer pearl necklace around her neck, and a pearl and diamond bracelet on her snow-white wrist.
She looked like a former coastal socialite, beautiful enough to appear on magazine covers or be printed on posters plastered all over the streets.
Zhao Zhen was seriously amazed and was stunned for a moment.
However, when he accidentally saw Zhang Wubing next to him, he closed his eyes in pain and suddenly came back to his senses.
"Ah... Director Zhang, have you ever thought about changing the size?"
Zhang Wubing: “…”
Silence, silence is Cambridge tonight.
He has never been so speechless in his life!
"…Do you think I want to dress like this?"
Zhang Wubing complained: "When I woke up, I found myself sleeping in the study, wearing this set of clothes. I thought there was a pervert, so I hurried out to look for you, and then I found Chi Yan and you. I didn't have time to change clothes, okay?"
Zhao Zhen: "...I'm sorry, Director. It's my fault."
"But what is going on?"
After seeing the familiar people, Zhao Zhen calmed down a little and asked, "I clearly remember that I was in the top floor suite of the hotel, but my eyes went dark, and when I woke up, it was like this, and someone even changed my clothes. What happened?"
Chi Yan's slender willow-leaf eyebrows were filled with sorrow, and I felt pity for her.
She shook her head. "I don't know either. I was just like you. I was trying to comfort Bai Shuang, but everything went black before my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on the carpet in the living room. There were broken pieces of wine glasses all around me. I don't know what happened."
The three of them compared their experiences and found that they were surprisingly similar. No one knew what happened, but they had already appeared here from the hotel.
"Since we all remember that we were comforting Bai Shuang, then..." Zhao Zhen looked around blankly, but did not see Bai Shuang in the corridor that was luxuriously decorated in the old coastal style.
"Where's the white frost?"
Several people looked at each other and shook their heads.
"I should have been the first one to wake up. When I woke up, I was in the study on the second floor. I called out a few times but no one responded. When I came downstairs, I saw Chi Yan lying in the living room."
Zhang Wubing said: "But I didn't see Bai Shuang."
"Since we are all here, Bai Shuang should be here too."
Chi Yan took out a handkerchief embroidered with red flowers from her bosom and handed it to Zhao Zhen: "Use this to clean your wound first. We will find a medical kit to treat your wound. Compared with Bai Shuang, your injury is more important now."
It's always a pleasure to be cared for.
A warm feeling surged in Zhao Zhen's heart. He thanked Chi Yan, took the handkerchief without thinking much, and pressed it to his forehead.
The handkerchief still carried the scent of powder and a strong smell of blood.
Zhao Zhen didn't care about this and prepared to walk out of the utility room and take a good look with the two of them to see where this was and what was going on.
As soon as he took a step, Zhao Zhen let out a "hiss!"
His knees were aching terribly.
It's not the kind of injury caused by bumps, but rather a joint problem caused by years of cold.
However, Zhao Zhen is very young and pays attention to health preservation during filming, so he does not have any joint pain.
What's going on?
Zhao Zhen looked down at his wrinkled robe, feeling confused and uncertain.
"Zhao Zhen?" Chi Yan turned around and called him curiously.
He limped quickly after him.
But Zhao Zhen walked too fast, so he didn't see that in the broken mirror behind him that reflected his figure, cracks were spreading, making "crack" and "crack" sounds.
And in each fragment, different angles are reflected.
In the mirror, Zhao Zhen, who was gradually walking away, suddenly turned around and smiled stiffly with his mouth wide open.
“Boom!”
In the utility room, the ball placed high on the counter suddenly fell to the ground, making a sound.
It rolled around on the ground, but suddenly stopped in the open space in the middle.
Like it hit something.
Then, the ball slowly floated into the air.
It was as if it was picked up by an invisible hand.
The audience watched this scene happen and gasped.
[Wow!!! Isn’t this a comedy movie? What’s the point of this? I was caught off guard and saw this thing. I was so scared that my heart almost stopped beating!]
[Is this a new attempt by director Li Xuetang? When I first saw Brother Yan, I thought it was a movie set in an old coastal area. When I saw Zhang Wubing, I thought it was a light comedy. It wasn’t until now that I realized… this is a fucking horror movie! ! ! ! The kind with real ghosts! ]
[What the hell! ! The kid upstairs was playing with a ball, and I was so scared that I threw my phone out! Damn it, I was so scared that I ran from the living room and got into bed.]
[I knew it! You must never let your guard down when watching this show! Do you know why this show is called "Heartbeat Tour"? It means to make your heart beat like crazy! As for how it beats, don't worry about it! Isn't it the same when you are scared?]
[Ahhhh, the child is going to die of fright. I am alone in my ancestral home, on the sixth floor! No electricity! I am alone! In the countryside! I am going crazy with fear.]
However, even though the barrage of comments was flashing rapidly, this time not only Zhao Zhen, but even Zhang Wubing was unaware of it.
After leaving the utility room, the three of them walked along the corridor to the living room.
And Zhao Zhen finally saw clearly where they were.
Mahogany walls, carved jade screens, European-style portrait sculptures, colorful oil paintings... This combination of Chinese and Western styles is so distinctive that one can tell at a glance that it belongs to a special era a hundred years ago.
"What is this?" Zhao Zhen hesitated. "If it was a prank or to scare us, that person is really generous."
Zhang Wubing shrugged, but because the clothes were the wrong size, his soft belly showed out from the hem of the clothes because of this movement.
"Who says it's not? Look at the foreigner pattern on this vase and the signature below. This is an authentic antique. It was exported and sold domestically. It has a typical style and is genuine. You should know that this batch of porcelain was originally intended to be sold overseas, but the ship sank and only a few were left. Now they are being sold for more than one million."
Zhao Zhen looked at the ordinary porcelain bottle that Zhang Wubing was pointing at and gasped.
Zhang Wubing said nonchalantly: "My old man likes these old things and bought quite a few of them, so I have seen them too. These ones you see are all genuine."
"There is just one problem." But Zhang Wubing was still a little hesitant, even doubting his own judgment: "These things are too new."
"The things my old man bought are already in the best condition, but even so, they show signs of age. But the things here are so new that they look like they were just made."
Zhao Zhen raised his eyebrows and jokingly said, "It doesn't look like it's from the Western Zhou Dynasty, but from last week?"
Zhang Wubing was amused. He didn't find the emergency medical kit in the cabinet in the living room, so he just squatted down with his legs apart and was about to look through the drawer below.
Some bulky items like medical kits may also be placed underneath.
Zhang Wubing himself didn't think anything was wrong, but Chi Yan exclaimed, quickly covered her face and turned away.
Zhao Zhen also showed a horrible expression.
Zhang Wubing: "??? What are you doing?"
"director……"
Zhao Zhen spoke with difficulty: "You are wearing a skirt now, please pay attention to your image when you squat."
Zhang Wubing just reacted: "..."
He quickly raised his hands and pushed down the skirt that was stretched apart by his thighs: "Pervert!"
Zhao Zhen: “…”
Director, now I see you look more like a pervert...
Zhang Wubing also felt aggrieved. He went from "finding a medical kit for Zhao Zhen" to "angrily finding a medical kit for Zhao Zhen."
He didn't do it on purpose! How could he, a grown man, have experience wearing skirts?
The crystal chandelier in the living room couldn't be turned on, and only the kerosene lamp that Zhao Zhen brought from the utility room could barely illuminate a little space.
They tried, but the crystal chandelier flickered and then went out. Zhao Zhen thought it was probably a problem of unstable voltage.
"It's a bit strange. Are we really in Binhai City?" Zhao Zhen said, "I haven't heard of power outages in many years. It seems that the power supply in the city has always been guaranteed, right? And..."
He raised the kerosene lamp in his hand: "Even if a normal family would prepare for a power outage, they would usually put power banks and USB lights, right? Who would put a kerosene lamp at home?"
"If that's the case..." Zhang Wubing pondered, "We didn't seem to see any sockets on the wall along the way?"
“Will modern decoration ignore this thing?”
Several people were speechless, but a bold guess emerged in their minds.
——Could it be that where they are now is the old Binhai from a hundred years ago?
Zhang Wubing wanted to say something, but when his eyes accidentally passed by the floor-to-ceiling window next to him, he suddenly realized something and turned around to look.
Then, he took a long breath, and his whole body, which was still maintaining an unrestrained posture in the skirt, stiffened.
Under the dim light, the darkness outside the French window was thick and gloomy, like ink that could not be dissolved. Only the white marble angel statue on the fountain in the courtyard could vaguely see the outline of a human figure.
But it has completely lost its original beauty, and exudes a spooky atmosphere in the late night after the rain.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling stained glass window, a pair of eyes stared straight at the people in the living room through the light-colored glass.
But I can't see the body.
It's like... there's just a pair of eyes floating in the air.
“Aa ...
Zhang Wubing's heart-wrenching screams echoed in the empty house: "Ghost!!!!"
Frightened by Zhang Wubing's scream, Zhao Zhen and Chi Yan were also infected with fear and subconsciously followed suit.
Then, a sound, neither loud nor soft, came from outside.
"Shut up."
The sound was not loud, but it was very effective in making several people silent and they dared not shout again.
The unlocked glass door was pushed open from the outside, and a man in a straight suit and trousers stepped in first.
"It's a novel experience." The man snorted coldly, "I always catch ghosts, but this is the first time I've been mistaken for a ghost. Zhang Dabing, you've made it."
Several people were so nervous that they dared not breathe and stared at the door closely.
But when that person spoke, the others reacted half a beat late.
This voice... sounds like Brother Yan?
Zhao Zhen, who was originally frightened by Zhang Wubing, felt his heart fall back to normal when he saw that the person coming was Yan Shixun.
Zhang Wubing cried out "Woof!" and threw himself at the thigh of the man standing at the door, howling: "Brother Yan! Is it really you, Brother Yan?"
"I just thought I was going to die."
Zhang Wubing was crying with tears and snot all over his face, looking so pitiful.
Yan Shixun was speechless. Even through the thick wool texture of his suit pants, he could still feel the wetness transmitted to his skin through the trouser legs.
This little fool!
He lowered his head and wanted to laugh at Zhang Wubing as he did in the past. However, at a close distance, the details that he had missed due to the dim light were clearly displayed in front of him.
Yan Shixun's entire body froze.
What is this thing with a high bun and a skirt? ? ?
"Zhang is sick?" Yan Shixun asked in disbelief, "Why are you dressed like this?"
Zhao Zhen raised his hands and covered his eyes with a "pa!" sound, but his shaking shoulders revealed the fact that he was laughing wildly.
Zhang Wubing cried: "Brother Yan, do you dislike your cute little illness?"
"Yeah." Yan Shixun answered sincerely.
Zhang Wubing was suddenly struck by lightning.
A small single sound has such great destructive power.
The audience's laughter directly filled the screen.
[Xiaobing: My feelings for Brother Yan were wrong after all!]
[Pfft! This is not Brother Yan’s fault. I wanted to laugh too.]
[Hahahahaha Zhang is sick hahahaha, the director has lost his real name! ]
[I am the only one who noticed that Brother Yan said he was catching ghosts before? So are ghosts really real? Did Brother Yan lie to me when he told me to believe in science before? Crying.]
[The heart of an innocent child was broken just like that, tsk tsk tsk, Brother Yan, hahahaha.]
[Maybe it was the script given by the director? I have to say, I didn’t expect that a famous director like Li Xuetang would really be able to play with it.]
When Zhang Wubing was so stiff that he was almost as stiff as the statue in the yard, Zhao Zhen and Chi Yan explained their experiences to Yan Shixun, and Zhao Zhen also expressed his doubts.
"Brother Yan, I don't think some pervert knocked us out, brought us here and changed our clothes, but we are now in the old Binhai."
Zhao Zhen raised the sleeves of his men's robe and said, "I have keys, a lot of small stamps and other things on me. I think I look like an accountant or a housekeeper. If it was really a pervert who did it, he wouldn't have to go into such detail, right?"
Zhao Zhen used to be an atheist, but now he has completely broken free from his self-restraints and even his guesses have become bolder.
——He has been in the same coffin with a female ghost before, so what is impossible to happen?
Zhao Zhen originally thought that his guess was too bizarre and Yan Shixun would not believe it.
Unexpectedly, Yan Shixun just nodded calmly: "You are right, this is the old Binhai a hundred years ago."
Several people were surprised: "Huh?"
Yan Shixun took out a folded movie poster from the pocket of his woolen coat.
The poster is full of old coastal style. The girl on it has permed hair and red lips, and she is smiling sweetly. However, the movie date marked in the lower corner is a hundred years ago.
"The place where I woke up was different from yours. When I walked back from outside, I was sure of three things."
Yan Shixun said calmly: "First, we are now in the old coastal concession area from a hundred years ago. I have seen the buildings outside, the barber shop, the dance hall, the movie theater, the embassy, the club, the Peace Hotel, the coffee shop... The decorations and things used inside are all from a hundred years ago. And they are not deliberately arranged, but the traces of people using and living there."
"Second, we don't have a way to leave for now. I tried, but it's all foggy outside. Walking to the end of the street is just another loop. You'll never reach the end, and you won't be able to touch the edge. It's impossible to get out by physical means for now."
"Third, we each have our own identity. You can look around on your bodies and there should be information that can prove your identity."
Yan Shixun crossed his slender hands in leather gloves in front of him, holding the civilized stick, and chuckled: "Let me introduce myself, I'm Jing Yin, a diplomat."
"Died seventy years ago."
"By the way." Yan Shixun said with a smile: "We are now in Jing Yin's house."
"The last owner of the house died sixty years ago. Since then, it has been abandoned and uninhabited."
Several people held their breath and stared blankly at Yan Shixun who was standing with his back to the light. When he said that he was dead, they subconsciously trembled.
It was like a cold wind blowing past them and through the hall.
Chi Yan was the first to come to her senses. She took two quick steps and grabbed a small ladies' handbag from the European-style carved sofa next to her.
"As for identity information, I think I know who I am." She took out a small badge with words engraved on it from her handbag.
[Lin Ting, Foreign Languages Women's Class, Jingcheng University]
This is a student's identity badge.
But after Chi Yan took it out, Zhao Zhen hesitated for a moment and asked, "But Sister Chi Yan, you don't look like a student?"
"On the contrary, Director Zhang..." His gaze turned to Zhang Wubing.
Although Zhang Wubing's image is really eye-catching, his identity is self-evident.
Zhang Wubing looked up blankly.
Chi Yan pursed her red lips.
"Then let's look around the house. We should all have our own identity information. Maybe from there, we can find a way to leave."
Yan Shixun noticed the reactions of the few people. He clapped his hands gently to attract their attention: "Since we are here and I woke up in a building outside, it means that all of us have identity information that matches our own. What we did and where we appeared also conform to the logic of our identity."
"Besides us, there were a few other people on the top floor of the hotel. They should be nearby as well. If we look carefully, we might find something."
Yan Shixun smiled: "Now - welcome to the large-scale role-playing game."
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