Chapter 9: Wangxian 5 There is no one in the entire crew who is safer than you...
It was already ten o'clock in the evening when the actors settled in.
Accommodation was arranged at the Gushu Impression Hotel in the scenic area. Several main creatives booked luxury suites on the 16th and 17th floors, while other staff members stayed in ordinary rooms on the 7th and 8th floors.
Because it is a mountain view hotel, the luxury suites have a whole wall of oversized floor-to-ceiling windows. During the day, you can see the mountain mist and lush greenery, which is very healing.
However, after nightfall, the view outside the window became somewhat cold and depressing. The vast expanse of black forest, with its fangs and claws bared, emitted hoarse and mocking howls from time to time under the blowing of the mountain breeze.
Jiang Bei was already a little frightened by Wen Ruojie's matter, and seeing this, he quickly pulled the curtains tightly.
She had to get up early tomorrow, but she didn't feel sleepy at all.
She thought to herself, I agreed to report to fans on the first day of joining the crew, so I might as well post on Weibo before going to sleep.
After looking around the room, I found that only the view by the window was better.
She opened the curtains again, took a selfie with her back to the window, and then selected a few daytime startup photos to post.
@姜贝: The mountain scenery in Shucheng is so beautiful. I have to work hard in the next few days, Xiao Jiang~(^o^)
[Shells only: Sofa~Beibei, take care of yourself. The temperature difference in the mountains is huge, don’t catch a cold.]
Jiang Xiaobei's Milk Tea: I was scared to death when the camera started today. Luckily, Beibei was standing far away [crying]
Xiaobai doesn't eat broccoli: I hope we didn't cause any trouble for the beautiful sister~
[Crayon Bear: Beibei, is there anyone else in the room? Why do I see a shadow?]
[Croissant 0912: Is it positioned as an impression of ancient Shu? I'm not kidding, but those internet celebrities who did livestreams at the Princess Mausoleum seemed to also live here?]
When Jiang Bei saw these comments, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.
shadow?
She hurriedly turned on all the lights in the room, walked around, and even checked the bathroom, but found nothing unusual.
Did you see some reflected light as a human figure? Many eye-catching supernatural posts online use this tactic.
Xiaobai doesn't eat broccoli: Wait [sweating] I just tested it, and it's definitely a little off. Pretty lady, is there a window behind you? If possible, don't get too close.
Jiang Bei's scalp suddenly went numb.
Have you tested...? What?
She looked at the curtains that were drawn after the photo was taken, hesitating whether to take another look to confirm.
Just when she was having a difficult psychological struggle, she suddenly remembered the Meng family she met at the cocktail party two days ago!
Yes, she gave her business card!
Jiang Bei suddenly pounced on his suitcase and rummaged through it like a headless fly.
Where did you throw it?!
She poured out a bunch of things from her handbag: oil-absorbing papers, perfume, sunscreen, lipstick, mirror, card holder, business cards of various craftsmanship... all scattered all over the bed.
She smoothed over the pile of colorful paper cards, searching one by one, her hands trembling a little unnaturally in the atmosphere of extreme fear.
Accidentally, a card flew out and landed under the TV cabinet.
Jiang Bei took a gamble and placed all his hopes on this life-saving straw.
She ran over, bent down, and reached out to pick it up.
But suddenly, she discovered that from this angle, she could just see the bottom of the glass window that was not covered by the curtain.
At the same time, a gust of wind blew over unexpectedly.
The moment the curtain was blown up by the wind, Jiang Bei finally knew the answer.
Shadow was not in the house.
But it's always stuck outside the window.
…
Next room.
Chen Songling had just finished taking a shower when he received Jiang Bei’s voice message on WeChat.
In fact, he and Jiang Bei had only communicated in the workplace and did not interact much in private. On WeChat, they only sent each other some polite words such as looking forward to cooperation.
Chen Songling was a little surprised when the other party suddenly sent him a voice message.
Jiang Bei's voice was husky, as if he had just fallen asleep, with a slightly sleepy tone.
"I have two scenes tomorrow morning. Do you want to come?"
Chen Songling was puzzled. Didn’t they announce the same thing together?
Just as I was about to press and hold the voice message to reply, he suddenly swiped up to cancel.
He remembered the ghostly woman named "Longzhu" and the strange words she said when she was burning incense.
Don't talk to anyone tonight.
Ha! He didn't believe in any of that supernatural stuff.
Uh, but does WeChat voice count as talking?
After hesitating for a long time, Chen Songling wiped the water droplets on his face in annoyance.
It was truly bizarre that he had actually been fooled by that woman's lies! In this day and age, he was still being influenced by such foolish dregs. The human spirit was truly fragile!
So I chose to type a reply...
Beibei: "I have two scenes tomorrow morning. Do you want to come?"
【Listening: Yes.】
Beibei: "I don't quite remember, when was the planned completion time for filming the Wangxiantai section?..."
【Listening: It's a late-night show, probably until 1 a.m. tomorrow.】
Beibei: “Oh, what time does the filming start…”
【Listen: Tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, it's in the announcement. 】
Beibei: “Is that so…”
Speaking of which, starting from the second voice message, although only one sentence was said, some meaningless noises were recorded, and the length was almost doubled.
Chen Songling was really confused, and adhering to the polite and friendly attitude between colleagues, he sent a good night emoticon.
Lying on the comfortable and soft big bed, Chen Songling recalled all the troubles that happened today and felt more and more unhappy.
For some unknown reason, he found the Taoist priest who had sent him home last time in his WeChat list.
Although the mother repeatedly emphasized that the other party was an expert, he used his superb Feng Shui and Yin Yang skills to calculate the kidnapper's location and then called the police to rescue her.
But Chen Songling is an atheist after all. He is more inclined to believe that these Taoist priests and Feng Shui masters have a set of connections in the "lower nine classes" circle, and may even know the kidnapping gang, and it is just a case of black robbing black.
But he had no place to vent his frustration, so he clicked on the WeChat name called "Taixu".
【Listen: Hello.】
After waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply.
Chen Songling clicked on the orchid avatar with a dark background and casually browsed the other person’s circle of friends.
[Taixu: Ms. Wang Suqing of the Qingcheng Mountain Taoist Association is also the honorary vice president of the Shucheng Orchid Cultivation Association and the Shucheng Senior Photography Association. The following are Ms. Wang's works. Families who would like to purchase the photo album can contact me.]
Attached are a few macro photos of orchids, which are similar to those taken by the old master in the park, nothing special.
The last picture is of the Taoist priest himself, bending over to take a picture of an old lady with his mobile phone, while the old lady in Taoist robes is squatting and concentrating on taking pictures of flowers with a Nikon slung around her neck.
Chen Songling was speechless: A staged photo of an old lady?
A strong sense of unreliability came over me.
After much hesitation, he finally sent the other party a red envelope of 200 yuan.
【Listening: I would like to buy a copy of Ms. Wang’s photography collection. 】
【The red envelope you sent has been received】
[Taixu: Fellow Daoist Chen, long time no see. Alas, the signal was bad just now, so I didn't see your message. Leave me your address and I'll send the album to you tomorrow!]
Chen Songling: ...So fast.
[Listening: I have something to say. The sasaeng fan who stalked me last time was also in the group and said something strange to me. Don't you Taoist priests know how to read horoscopes? Could you please help me calculate my fortune for the near future?]
The other party took a long time to reply, but the point was not here.
【Taixu: What did she say?】
【Listen: She told me not to talk to anyone tonight.】
【Listening: To be honest, the moment I saw her, I felt a chill in my heart and couldn't sleep well.】
【Taixu: Did you do as she asked?】
Chen Songling was stunned for a moment, not knowing what the other party meant, but he still replied honestly.
【Listening: There was no one else in my room, so of course I didn’t say anything.】
[Listening: Oh, but my co-stars sent me a voice message, and I typed back.]
【Listen: What happened? 】
【Taixu: Do as she says.】
[Taixu: There is no one in the entire crew who is safer than you.]
【Taixu: Cherish it well.】
Chen Songling couldn't understand what the other party meant at all.
Cherish? Cherish what?
After all this time, he's just an ordinary charlatan, right? If you can't tell fortunes, just say it directly.
He threw his phone aside in frustration, turned off the lights and went to sleep.
Half asleep and half awake, he was woken up by a slight sound.
It sounded like polyester fabric being rubbed continuously. Chen Songling concentrated for a while to identify the sound coming from the next room.
Next door is... Jiang Bei.
Why is she still awake so late? She has to get up early tomorrow.
Rustle, rustle, rustle——
The sound came again, and this time he could vaguely hear the friction between the clothes, and some crisp "clicking" sounds, like beads hitting a smooth floor.
It seems so close.
Chen Songling pondered, lost in thought. What on earth could be making that noise? A mouse? Was Jiang Bei running late at night? Was he hallucinating?
Neither look alike.
He closed his eyes tightly, his mind wandering, and suddenly he recalled the scene when he was hanging out in a bar with his friends, and the girl at the same table was knocking on the table with her manicure, click, click.
Yes! That's the sound!
He suddenly opened his eyes, and an astonishing guess involuntarily emerged in his mind: there might be a woman next door, hunched over, crawling back and forth in the room with her hands on the ground.
Once I figured out the whole connection, the voice became more and more unscrupulous.
Click, click, click——!!
Chen Songling was so scared that he broke out in a cold sweat, but his body felt heavy like a huge rock hit at the bottom of a pond. It felt like countless mosquitoes were circling and buzzing in his ears, and his throat was blocked by cotton. He was floating in the invisible thick liquid, as if being stretched and squeezed by some malicious force.
It's sleep paralysis.
His body was unable to move, but his mind was unusually clear. He heard the sound coming from far away and then from the corridor.
Chen Songling suddenly realized that the other party was looking for the main door of his room.
Help!
Help!!
He cried out silently, his worldview suffering an unprecedented impact.
The door started to bang, one bang louder than the other, but strangely, the floor was as silent as death, and even in the entire hotel, no one expressed dissatisfaction with the noise to stop it.
Chen Songling felt that his life might be at stake here.
And at this moment, the attack outside the door came to an abrupt end.
After waiting for nearly an hour, no strange sound was heard again.
Chen Songling finally regained control of his body. He bravely turned on all the lights in the room and tiptoed to the door to check.
A stick of incense was stuck in the upper right corner of the closed door.
It’s the one Long Zhu gave me.
Incense ash was scattered on the ground inside the door, like a gray cordon.
He subconsciously grasped a possibility.
If there were no such line...
Has that thing come in yet?
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