Chapter 73 Chapter 73 Turn (I)
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If Mo Shiyu was still in a state of half-belief and half-doubt just now, now he really felt the feeling of cold hands and feet, as if falling into an ice cellar, in the warm hotel lobby.
Do the dead really rise again?
"Vermouth, are you sure that the other person is the real person? And not someone pretending to be you using a voice changer?" Mo Shiyu was silent for a while, then asked with difficulty.
Vermouth thought for a few seconds and said regretfully, "I've only met John a few times and am not very familiar with him. I can only say that based on my current experience, I believe it was John himself who was speaking to me."
So, this isn't the Western horror of a masked killer, but the Chinese horror of having an extra person in our midst?
To be honest, Mo Shiyu would rather meet the former.
At least the former wouldn't make him feel a chill down his spine when looking at a call record in broad daylight.
But what surprised him was that Vermouth's reaction was exactly the opposite of his.
The paleness from before had faded from the blonde beauty's face, and Vermouth's expression had returned to calm. Under her long, curled eyelashes, there was even a hint of strange interest and concentration in her beautiful gray-blue eyes, making this beautiful face look a little scary in the light and shadow.
To use a metaphor, it's like a dragon that sees the treasure it has longed for.
Mo Shiyu felt a chill in his heart: "...Vermouth?"
"Ah." The blonde beauty seemed to finally come back to her senses, turned her head to look at him, and a gentle smile appeared at the corner of her rosy lips.
"Sorry, I was just thinking, resurrection from the dead—such a disgusting fairy tale, actually happened to someone like me. Is it fate taking pity on me?"
Mo Shiyu looked at her, her beautiful face that had remained the same for decades, like eternal crystal, but always with a hint of sadness, and fell into silence.
Vermouth threw away her cigarette butt and said, "The clues have come to us, so let's go check it out."
Now that they are trapped, there is no other way except this.
Mo Shiyu stood up and walked downstairs with her. "Is the crew far from here?"
"The person on the other end of the phone said that it's exactly 2 kilometers away from the hotel as the crow flies, which is within our range." Vermouth stroked her long hair lazily. "It's completely different from the filming location I knew before. Maybe they're taking care of us."
"How thoughtful." Mo Shiyu sneered.
They are shooting a science fiction film, not a family drama. There are densely populated residential areas within 2 kilometers around. What is the purpose of the crew shooting here?
It's obviously not normal, I came here just for them.
"I've already reported this to the organization. They're very interested in this matter and will send people to support us." Vermouth hooked her hair. "However, considering that if something unexpected happens, it will only be the two of us trapped here to death, it's better to rely on ourselves rather than on others."
Mo Shiyu thought so too.
Moreover, even if Vermouth didn't say it, Mo Shiyu knew it very well in his heart.
The college student ran to him specifically to commit suicide. If he hadn't come to find Vermouth, he would have been the only one trapped.
Vermouth was implicated by him.
So did the dead college student.
Mo Shiyu had a feeling.
If he continues to stay in Yokohama, more and more people will be implicated by him.
***
They left the hotel and walked through a residential area that required climbing a slope. There were rows of small shops and residential buildings on the street. Everyone who passed by looked normal.
Mo Shiyu looked around cautiously step by step, but until they arrived outside the crew, he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.
The crew was in a residential area and the space was relatively small. Mo Shiyu saw blond-haired and blue-eyed actors, photographers, directors, cameras, and cables and props all over the floor. Everyone was crowded together and busy working back and forth.
There were also residents looking over here curiously, whispering words like "filming" and "celebrity".
Several elderly people held the struggling children in their arms, and the children reached out to them.
Somehow, Mo Shiyu was not moved by this scene full of life, and even felt inexplicably irritated and noisy.
At this moment, a handsome bearded man with blond hair noticed them and freed himself from a tangle of cables and wires.
He is tall, with blond hair that shines in the sun, and he is handsome. At first glance, he looks a bit like Captain America with a beard.
He greeted them with a look of surprise on his face, "Chris, you're finally here!"
As a professional actor, Vermouth was very stable. Not only did she not show any abnormal behavior, she even smiled in time and said these words with anger.
"So it really is here! I was skeptical when I came here. Leonhardt, why did you suddenly change the filming location?"
The man named Leonhardt was a little confused. "Didn't you know we were going to film the street fight here? I remember I told you about it. Strange..."
He scratched his head, a look of confusion in his eyes, but he soon started laughing again. "It took me a lot of effort to rent a few days. In order to rush the work, no one has slept well in several days - by the way, Chris, this is..."
His eyes were always looking at Mo Shiyu. The pale, gray-haired beauty in front of him seemed to have a strange magic. The eyes looking at him were cold and wet, which was really eye-catching.
Even standing next to a beauty like Chrissie Wynyard, she is not inferior to him.
"This is the actor who plays the red zombie that I recommended to you. His name is Mo Shiyu. Shiyu, this is the director of the crew, Leonhart Bere." Vermouth smoothly changed the address from the name of the wine to Mo Shiyu's real name.
Mo Shiyu raised his hand slightly, "Hello, Mr. Leonhardt."
Leonhardt stared at his features and demeanor, somewhat pointedly, rubbing his hands nervously before shaking his hand back, "Of course, I mean, no problem. I know you. You're here for an audition, right?"
"Um."
The blonde director poked Vermouth quietly, made an exaggerated “OMG” sound with his mouth, and whispered, “How did you find such a…”
He paused, blinked hard, and said intoxicatedly, "Oh my God, it's still gray hair, such a mysterious and beautiful color——"
Vermouth narrowed her beautiful eyes and stared closely at his reaction.
If this wasn't the real person, then the other person's crazy chanting was so realistic that even she, the actor, couldn't tell it was acting.
"Shiyu is my friend. He spent a year in the United States before and speaks English very well."
Vermouth said a few words casually, "I think his temperament is very suitable. Of course, the final decision is still yours. Just like the red coat you sent me overnight during the storm in Manchester last time."
Leonhardt was stunned for a moment, then asked in confusion, "Chris, what are you talking about? It's not a red coat, it's a green dress, right? And it's not raining, it's the snowstorm that stopped the flights that carry the haute couture dresses."
"But seeing such fantastic weather, I just couldn't pass up the opportunity to take a photo, so I found a way to get one."
Leonhardt scratched his hair, a hint of nostalgia glimmering in his blue eyes.
"I still remember it. We were the only two people who dared to go out. It was such a wonderful feeling to film in the snowstorm. You looked so beautiful in your green dress in the snow, like a painting..."
Vermouth lifted her hair and seemed to relax a little. "You're right, I remembered it wrong."
"Our big star is acting a little strange today. Maybe he didn't sleep well last night?" Leonhart didn't realize that Vermouth was testing him. He sighed carelessly and turned around to direct the crew to set up the scene.
"Shooting starts in half an hour. Are the lights set? Where the hell is that John?"
Mo Shiyu looked at Vermouth silently, asking with his eyes, is it really her?
Vermouth gave him an affirmative look, saying that this should be fine.
***
Mo Shiyu turned around and looked at the entire crew.
He hadn't seen assistant director John Smith yet.
Somehow, the crew in front of him gave him an extremely weird feeling.
It was a bustling crew, everyone was rushing around, few had the energy to look over there. But Mo Shiyu seemed to sense that behind the props, behind the walls, in the corridors, there were pairs of eyes silently watching him.
An instinctive warning of danger.
He seemed to be standing on a battlefield, his nerves tense to the extreme.
At this moment, a fat figure came out from behind a pile of props behind him with a loud noise. Mo Shiyu's heart skipped a beat. He turned around abruptly and saw the man shouting with sweat all over his forehead.
"Leonhardt, no one here is hard of hearing. I can hear you even if you don't yell!"
Mo Shiyu was suddenly startled.
Vermouth showed him the photo, and the person in front of him was none other than assistant director John Smith!
John strode over, a crumpled script in his hand, which he tossed around with a clattering sound. He had a straight head and was wearing a plaid shirt. He looked more like a programmer than an assistant director. He frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"
"I'm going to have a quick audition for the next half hour," Leonhardt and John said. "You'll be in charge of the props and set, is that okay?"
John wiped his red nose and said unhappily, "No problem."
Vermouth looked carefully at this dead man who was supposed to be dead, but now appeared here without any sense of incongruity. She said softly, "John, were you the one who called me just now?"
"Oh, Chris, yes, that's right, it's me." John smiled, "This is..."
He actually subconsciously looked at Mo Shiyu.
For a second, John's facial features moved extremely unnaturally, and his facial muscles formed an unusual expression, which Mo Shiyu keenly noticed a sense of incongruity.
But before he could see clearly, someone seemed to be adjusting the lights not far away. John's eyebrows flickered, and his expression was covered by the shadow for a moment.
The next second, John's expression returned to normal. "Are you here to audition for the role of the little zombie in red? Welcome."
It’s hard to say who the zombies are.
Mo Shiyu thought to himself, his muscles tensed.
After they chatted for a few minutes, Leonhardt took Mo Shiyu to the back for an audition. Vermouth hesitated for two seconds and decided to follow.
There's something wrong with this crew.
There was clearly no real danger around, and her intuition told her that the director and deputy director must be the same person.
However, there seemed to be some strangeness in this seemingly normal conversation just now.
She couldn't be sure where this strangeness came from. Was it a problem with them, or something else?
Vermouth decided not to separate from Valentine for the time being.
They came to the small room at the back.
Leonhardt first chatted with Mo Shiyu for a few words. Mo Shiyu was not very enthusiastic about him, but the blond director seemed to like this half-dead tone.
"I like him." He was extremely excited by the sight of this gloomy beauty. "That's him, a noble oriental beauty. He must be a perfect match for cinnabar and yellow talisman!"
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