Chapter 75 Chapter 75 Turn (Part 3)
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Mo Shiyu's face turned pale and he looked at them in confusion.
"I didn't hear anything..." Mo Shiyu said softly and hoarsely, "There was only a knock on the door."
At this moment, all three of them realized that something unusual and strange had happened.
Vermouth quickly turned around and looked at the other makeup artists, all looking puzzled. With an apologetic look in her eyes, she said, "Everyone, I'm a little thirsty. Could you please pour me a glass of water? And then I can ask the director when the show will start? Please."
“…No problem.” said the black guy Scott.
He took one last look at the figure in red clothes and gray hair, his eyes flashing with some intense and turbulent emotions. He finally came to his senses, turned around and left at a slightly faster pace.
After sending away the irrelevant people, there were only three of them left in the dressing room.
Mo Shiyu calmed himself down, lowered his head and wiped his face deeply, as if to encourage himself, and began to describe what happened in the fitting room.
As he spoke, he recalled and slowly realized that more things were wrong.
At that time, his attention was completely attracted by the shadow in the mirror, and only now did he suddenly react -
When he was in the fitting room, although he was in a bustling and noisy crew, there was no sound around him at all.
"Then, there was a knock on the door, a very soft knock..." The memory became clearer. Mo Shiyu thought for a moment and used a metaphor, "It was like there was a film of water between us and me. I couldn't hear it clearly."
"The mirror that was a little slow." Vermouth murmured, "And the sudden silence in the space?"
Mo Shiyu nodded.
He had just changed into his costume and was fiddling with the wide, inconvenient red sleeves with some discomfort.
Gin had been leaning against the wall, listening quietly, and finally spoke. "It's unusually quiet, completely soundproofed, and the mirror's reflection doesn't obey the laws of physics. Perhaps this fitting room is a special, alien dimension."
"Another dimension?"
Mo Shiyu had to admit that compared to his supernatural explanation of encountering a ghost, Gin's point of view was more convincing and shone with the brilliance of materialism.
He raised his eyes.
He didn't know if it was his illusion, but Gin's gaze seemed colder and more focused than before.
"Being alone may be a condition for opening up another dimension." Gin looked at him and said.
"I'm inclined to this explanation, too." Vermouth rested her chin on her hand and tapped the mirror with her index finger. "Valentin, the strange things you've encountered may be related to the same reason why we can't leave here. It's all related to space."
The underground pollution has caused changes in the space around the hotel. Even the laws of physics have been distorted, and the resurrection of the dead may be explained by this.
It seems so, Mo Shiyu thought. But...
Mo Shiyu's eyes swept across the upside-down cell phone on the dressing table behind Vermouth.
He always felt that there was something he had missed.
"I just learned that the assistant director who died and then resurrected has been locking himself in the hotel room at night and refusing to come out. Let's go and check it out tonight." Mo Shiyu thought for a moment and spoke.
Gin said, "Okay."
At this time, the makeup artists who had been sent away knocked on the door and came in, and the three of them immediately quieted down.
Vermouth only painted one eye, and then naturally continued to put on makeup.
Mo Shiyu's fingers tightened unconsciously.
Gin looked at the gray-haired beauty beside him, whose face was pale and the corners of her narrow eyes still contained traces of fear.
His shoulders seemed thinner, and from this angle, his collarbone was pale and sunken, giving him a sickly yet clean look, like a blooming flower supported by a thin stem. If he had been a half-opened bud before, now he looked completely ripe.
"Can't you leave here?" Gin suddenly asked in a soft voice with an ambiguous tone.
Mo Shiyu looked back at him, and for some reason he felt a chill on his back. "You can only move within a two-kilometer radius. Didn't Vermouth tell you?"
Gin looked away and said coldly, "Hmm," "I said it."
Mo Shiyu felt puzzled and ignored him. He turned around and sat on the sofa, hugging his schoolbag.
She Yu was lying in the schoolbag, his dark eyes looking at him intently through the gap in the bag.
Mo Shiyu lowered his eyes and hugged his schoolbag tightly.
***
It has to be said that Gin, a cold creature with white skin, white hair, and wrapped tightly like an albino, is out of place on the lively set.
Even though the leading actress, Chris Wynyard, confirmed that the man was a friend who came to visit her on set and was completely harmless and wouldn't suddenly pull out a machine gun and shoot anyone, many people were still terrified.
Gin obviously doesn't like the crew full of people, but now for the sake of the two trapped (organization-recognized) beauties of the distillery, he has to stay here and can't even stay too far away from them.
So his already unkind expression became even more terrifying.
Only Mo Shiyu and Belmode dared to talk to him.
"Shiyu, are you friends with such a scary person?" The black makeup artist Scott hid behind Mo Shiyu's chair, not daring to appear in the killer's sight against the wall, and chatted with Mo Shiyu in an awkward posture.
Mo Shiyu turned his head to look at him and laughed, "Why are you so scared?"
Scott looked up at him, his eyes dazed for a moment, and he only felt that his smile was charming and bright. "Because it's really scary..."
How could there be such a person?
"Shiyu, I was just about to say that you look great in this costume." Scott suddenly said.
"Really? Thank you."
"I'm so glad I did your makeup..."
Scott seemed to be bewitched and wanted to raise his hand to smooth the other person's hair, but the next moment he felt the coldness piercing into his bones and his whole body froze.
He carefully revealed his eyes and looked at the man in black not far away. His cold eyes seemed to be tempered with cold light. He seemed to be looking at him, but also seemed to be bypassing him and looking at Mo Shiyu.
Scott withdrew his hand tremblingly.
I always feel that if he continues like this, he will be strangled until his eyeballs fall out.
What a scary guy. Even though he's so far away.
The entire crew was watching Shi Yu, but no one dared to approach him or say a word.
***
Half an hour later, the filming officially began.
Mo Shiyu subconsciously observed everyone present, including the assistant director.
To be honest, there's nothing wrong with it.
Director Leonhardt was sitting in the director's chair explaining the scene to the actors. He turned around and saw Mo Shiyu. He widened his eyes in shock, stood up and uttered an aria.
“Oh, my beautiful oriental angel, my irreplaceable grey agate! I think I will dream about you tonight, I really love the dark circles under your eyes!”
"...Thank you." Mo Shiyu listened to the director's strange praise with a frown on his face.
"But, it seems like something is missing." Leonhardt frowned and looked around. He tapped his chin rapidly with his fingers, and suddenly he saw something and his eyes lit up.
He leaped over to a prop box and took out a large stack of yellow talismans painted with cinnabar.
He quickly ran to Mo Shiyu, picked up a yellow talisman, and carefully pressed it on Mo Shiyu's forehead.
Mo Shiyu slightly widened his eyes and felt the yellow talisman hanging down to his chin, partially obstructing his vision.
The yellow talisman covers the face.
In this way, only when you walk, the wind will carry the cinnabar and yellow talisman, allowing you to get a glimpse of its true appearance.
Vermouth came over to take a look and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Not bad."
I have to say, this is a stroke of genius.
The makeup on Mo Shiyu's face is very impactful, with white skin, dark circles under the eyes, and bright lip balm. At first glance, the impact is strong, but it is too sharp.
Now with a yellow talisman covering her face and a red dress, the colors have become richer than before, diluting the morbid feeling but adding a bit of ominousness and graceful beauty, which is surprisingly compatible with the makeup.
"A beauty is beautiful, but a half-covered beauty is more powerful and alluring." Leonhardt nodded with great satisfaction.
"Zombies are very afraid of yellow talismans," Mo Shiyu clarified. "The only zombies with yellow talismans on their faces are those that have been subdued or suppressed by Taoist priests."
Leonhardt raised his finger and shook it, as if to say, "Don't underestimate me, I understand your culture." "I've seen zombies walking around with yellow talismans on them."
“…Have you seen it?”
"Of course, that's in your movies. I've seen it before. It's a scumbag zombie that pretends to be suppressed by the yellow talisman and doesn't move, tricking people into killing it." Leonhardt vowed.
Mo Shiyu remained silent.
He thought back to the script.
His character is a little zombie who travels far away from home. Because he can't speak the language, he can't buy a mahogany coffin to live in, so he can only live under a cross.
He slept for more than ten years and became an urban legend.
Later, the protagonist came to an abandoned church and accidentally woke him up.
This happens at the beginning of the movie. It serves as a small climax of the plot, unfolding a mysterious and vast worldview with the aim of quickly immersing the audience in the movie.
So it has to be amazing.
"We'll be filming your part later, and it'll require some challenging action sequences." Leonhardt described it to him and asked, "My idea is to try not to use a body double. Is that okay?"
Mo Shiyu thought about it for a moment and nodded, "No problem."
Leonhardt patted his shoulder encouragingly. "It's okay if it doesn't go well. Not everyone can do an action scene as perfectly as Chris. Just try a few more times. Everyone has a first time, and we all learn through trial and error."
Mo Shiyu pursed his lips and smiled faintly, "Okay."
While waiting, he sat in the actor's chair and read the script, and suddenly paused.
He sensed Vest No. 2, who had arrived in Yokohama.
The person who had contact with the vest was indeed a US government official, and he was transferred to the vicinity of the underground cave.
Rather than dealing with the group, all national governments are now more concerned about the underground of Yokohama.
Mo Shiyu used a pseudonym to gather intelligence.
He discovered that unusual events were happening not only in his area but throughout Yokohama.
It is worth noting that around the hole, Majia saw Sakaguchi Ango, who was talking on the phone with someone unknown. Majia recognized the lip shape of "Dazai".
Damn, do these two people know each other?
Yokohama is too small!
Mo Shiyu immediately felt his identity was in jeopardy. After all, if Ango knew, it meant the government knew, and he would be finished.
He was a human being transformed by the Moth People, who were the center of attention. No one believed him when he said he had nothing to do with the "book".
Mo Shiyu is now trapped in Yokohama. If the government comes to arrest him, he will be trapped.
No, he had to find a way.
At this moment, Vermouth came to call him, "Tokiyu, it's your turn."
Mo Shiyu stood up, looked at her expression, which was identical to hers, and suddenly asked, "Chris, before entering the fitting room, I called you just in case. Did you hear anything during that time?"
Vermouth was stunned and looked back at him.
The air suddenly fell into an eerie silence.
"What are you talking about?" Vermouth asked curiously, "When did we talk?"
“…”
Mo Shiyu looked at him blankly, and suddenly felt his body become stiff again.
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