Chapter 74 Chapter 74 Turn (Part 2)
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Leonhardt is a world-famous director, and even someone as ignorant as Mo Shiyu has heard of his name.
This well-known director was obviously not arrogant. After a simple audition, he took out his mobile phone, added Mo Shiyu's social account, and told him seriously that he must stay up late on time, not get a good rest, and maintain this half-dead tone. He is the chosen little zombie.
Mo Shiyu took three seconds to react before saying, "...Okay, I'll try my best."
The blond director nodded and left with satisfaction.
Mo Shiyu looked back at Vermouth, who was leaning against the wall smoking, and sighed silently, "What a unique director."
"He's just the type who's completely devoted to his films." Vermouth exhaled a puff of cigarette. "Whenever I worked with him, his impulsive nature always wore me down."
Although she was complaining, Vermouth's expression was relaxed and gentle.
Mo Shiyu walked up to her and curled his eyes slightly, "Ms. Chris, you really like acting, right?"
Vermouth chuckled and raised her lips towards him in a charming manner, "It's just a tool, Mr. Xiaoyu."
Mo Shiyu blinked.
Even he could see that Vermouth's lies were not so sincere.
Perhaps the reason why Vermouth was angry when Shuichi Akai called her a "rotten golden apple" was because she had indeed loved this industry for decades with a nonchalant look.
"Speaking of which, the reinforcements haven't arrived yet?" Mo Shiyu asked.
"It's a bit strange," Vermouth whispered. "Logically, he should be here."
The crew was about to start filming. Vermouth was the heroine, and as soon as she came out, she was surrounded and taken to the dressing room.
Mo Shiyu also felt that in this situation, they should not be too far away from each other, so when the makeup teacher said she wanted to give him a makeup trial, Mo Shiyu insisted on being with Vermouth no matter what.
The makeup teacher felt that it was a bit unruly, but when she saw that Chris had actually agreed, her eyes gradually became strange: "..."
He seemed to know something serious.
A gorgeous and dazzling international superstar and her gray-haired beauty puppy?
Wait, the makeup artist shook her head violently, don’t take everything!
***
Although this movie features a little zombie that travels across the ocean, the story is still a Western one, roughly telling a clichéd story about a group of unique superheroes who unite to fight against evil forces.
Mo Shiyu felt that this was a two-dimensional version of the Avengers.
Considering that director Leonhardt is a master of camerawork, every frame of this commercial film should be visually impactful.
"Look up." The makeup teacher was a young black man with a gentle voice. "If you feel uncomfortable, just put your bag on the sofa."
He pointed at the bag that Mo Shiyu had been carrying.
Mo Shiyu looked down at the white doll in the bag, said nothing, and put the bag aside.
He sat in the makeup chair, looked up at the makeup artist, and suddenly asked, "Do you like skateboarding?"
The black guy was stunned, "How do you know?"
Mo Shiyu raised the corners of his lips, a hint of smile spreading across his smoky grey eyes, "I guessed."
"You look beautiful when you smile." The black boy held his chin and gently patted his cheek with a powder puff. After looking at him for a while, he changed his cheek to a whiter color. "Is it because of the calluses on my hands?"
Mo Shiyu said, "And the tattoo on your arm."
The black guy looked at the bright red Siamese cat tattoo on his left arm, lowered his head and smiled, "This is my favorite skateboard brand. Its logo looks a lot like my cat."
Vermouth sat aside and glanced at them with a smile.
Mo Shiyu talked to the other party about skateboarding and cats. The black guy was happy to talk to him about things that interested him, and they became familiar with each other in a short while.
Mo Shiyu learned that his name was Scott, he was from Italy and now lived in the United States.
"I heard the assistant director seems to be Italian too. Do you know him?"
Mo Shiyu looked at him with a smile, his facial features like melted spring water.
Scott's face turned red because of his laughter, and he said hesitantly, "Of course, we are good friends. He introduced me here."
Mo Shiyu naturally asked this question out of some guess. He had just seen a red Siamese cat brand skateboard placed in the corner where John came out.
It's exactly the same tattoo as the one on Scott's hand.
"So that's how it is." Mo Shiyu said to him, "If there's a chance in the future, can I go out and play with you guys?"
"Of course!" Scott nodded. He seemed to have thought of something and spread his hands in embarrassment. "But it's probably just the two of us. John hasn't gone out with me since we came to Japan. He's probably too busy. I went to see him at night, but he didn't even open the door."
Mo Shiyu was stunned. "He doesn't go out at night? Every night?"
Scott nodded.
"When did you come to Japan?" Mo Shiyu thought for a moment and asked curiously.
"Two weeks ago," Scott said distressedly, "he never worked at night before. We would go to bars together, sing songs, and walk the streets. But recently, he seems to have been infected by the Japanese people. He hides in the hotel every day to work overtime - oh, sorry! I don't mean to say anything bad about Japan!"
"Please don't mind it." Mo Shiyu said, and he looked at the frowning Vermouth inconspicuously.
Vermouth said before that John died two weeks ago.
There must be some connection between the two.
"Okay." Scott finished his makeup, put away the tools, and brought him a red robe. "This is your dress. The fitting room is next door."
"Thank you." Mo Shiyu retracted his gaze, took the clothes, lowered his head to study them, "It really is an ancient costume..."
The workmanship is really fine, it is not made of ordinary materials and is definitely worth a lot of money.
"I'm going to change my clothes." He said to Vermouth.
"Go quickly and come back soon." Vermouth looked at him and nodded.
…
The fitting room was right next door, a small temporary room, simply covered with wooden boards. Vermouth could see it just by raising her head.
Just in case, Mo Shiyu turned on his phone and made a voice call with Sister Bei.
He took the clothes to the fitting room and changed in no time.
The zombie in red... Mo Shiyu looked back at himself in the mirror in the fitting room. His face was painted very white, with a faint blue under his eyes, but his lips were painted with bright lip balm.
Dressed in red, she looks like an ominous blood-red flower. It may bloom beautifully, but will wither quickly.
Her long gray hair was draped over her back, loosely tied to one side with a black headband, and the ends of her hair fell from one shoulder to her waist.
Mo Shiyu fiddled with this hairstyle twice. It was really unlucky.
No matter how I look at myself in the mirror, I just don't like myself. I really feel like I'm not human.
But think about it, it's not easy for the aesthetics of Chinese characters in American movies to reach this level.
Mo Shiyu sighed and just turned around to go out, but suddenly he stopped.
The air was eerily quiet.
He slowly turned his head and looked around the small fitting room.
Just now, for a moment, it seemed like something was amiss here, not quite the same as usual. But Mo Shiyu couldn't put his finger on what was wrong.
What's wrong?
Mo Shiyu stood there motionless, as if frozen in time. The hairs on his body suddenly stood on end, as if his subconscious mind had discovered something extremely terrifying, but his conscious mind had not yet fully reacted -
Mo Shiyu clenched his fists, then suddenly gritted his teeth, turned his head sharply, and then turned back.
His eyes suddenly fixed on the mirror.
He knew where the sense of disobedience came from.
It's the mirror behind you.
When he turned his head, the person in the mirror was half a beat slower than him.
***
"Knock, knock, knock."
Almost the next second, there was a knock on the door behind him, which almost blew his mind out of nowhere.
The taut string in Mo Shiyu's nerves almost broke.
He subconsciously turned his head, his face pale and frightening. He didn't dare to turn his back to the mirror completely, so he could only keep his body sideways and stare at the door that was so close.
He noticed out of the corner of his eye that the person in the mirror behind him had completely kept up with the speed at which he turned his head, appearing remarkably normal.
——As if the shadow that was a little slow just now was his illusion.
What was going on? Was that him in the mirror?
Or something else dirty?
The door was only knocked three times, and the person outside said nothing.
Mo Shiyu was neither in nor out. He held the phone tightly. On the phone page, the call interface of Vermouth was silent.
The person knocking on the door was not Vermouth.
Mo Shiyu slowed down his breathing and tried his best to calm down in this cramped environment.
He calmed down and sensed Sheyu, who was placed in his backpack in the outer room.
Fortunately, to his relief, She Yu responded to him quickly.
"Is someone knocking on the door?" Mo Shiyu asked in his heart.
"Yes." She Yu said.
"Who is it?"
"It's someone I know." She Yu immediately sent him a video.
Mo Shiyu was stunned by the image. The next second, the door in front of him that was locked from the inside was pushed open. The other party rushed in directly with terrifying strength. The wind caused by the door being pushed hard blew his hair.
He raised his head blankly and felt a pulling force on his arm.
Outside the door, a killer with silver hair draped over his shoulders took half a step in, grabbed his arm and pulled him out.
Gin lowered his head and looked at Valentine, whose face was extremely pale and who was looking straight at him with his head tilted up. He realized something was wrong and immediately looked up at the dim fitting room before lowering his head to look at him again.
"What's wrong?" he asked in a low voice.
"...Gin?" Mo Shiyu slowly uttered a word.
"Why are you here?"
Mo Shiyu turned his head and saw Vermouth still putting on makeup at the dressing table. She was not putting on makeup at the moment, but looking back at him, as if she had noticed that something was wrong with his expression.
On the dressing table, Vermouth's cell phone was lying upside down.
Gin seemed to find his question difficult to understand and frowned slightly, "It's you and Boss who need reinforcements, isn't it?"
That’s true.
Mo Shiyu felt that this reason was sufficient, but the scene before him was really unreasonable.
Gin came in less than a minute while he was in the fitting room?
This is such a coincidence.
Something is wrong.
"Why did you just knock on the door and not say anything?" Mo Shiyu suddenly asked.
Gin frowned and looked at him. He didn't say anything. Instead, Vermouth spoke up. She said strangely, "Xiaoyu, what are you talking about? We've called you several times."
"You're the one who's been silent."
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