Chapter 306: Inhuman (114) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]
Director Qiao leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh. He rubbed his forehead, stood up, opened the window, held a cigarette in his mouth and took a deep puff.
Judging from his background, he seemed like he couldn't wait to jump off from here.
The production crew has a lot of big and small things going on all day long. For something like someone entering the room, there's actually no need to bother Director Qiao.
But Bai Jinshu suspected that this matter was related to those people who imitated them for some inexplicable reason.
If another staff member entered the room where he and Herbiskes were to take something, then everyone would be happy with the misunderstanding, and when it was told to others later, they would say he was just making a fuss. But if it really was related to those people, then another group of people were imitating the show guests, not only deceiving fans off-camera, but even going so far as to enter and leave the guests' rooms. The fewer people who know about this, the better.
Instead of asking a few assistant directors to accompany them to adjust the surveillance, and then not being able to make the decision and then telling the director about the matter, which might be leaked as crew gossip after the recording is over, it would be better to go directly to the director at the beginning.
At least the director will definitely not tell anyone. Everyone keeps their mouth shut when it comes to matters related to their job.
It’s just a pity for Director Qiao’s hair.
Bai Jinshu glanced over Director Qiao's head and felt that Director Qiao's hair would probably be in tatters after this recording session.
The guests were not stupid. When they heard that everyone's room had been entered by someone else, everyone's mind immediately thought of the person who had imitated them several times before.
Hong Conghua gently pulled the corner of Bai Jinshu's clothes and lowered his voice: "Is it..."
"I don't know," she said vaguely. Bai Jinshu avoided the question because Director Qiao was beside him. "Nothing was missing from our room, and there weren't any extra things. It seems like someone came in, moved some things around, and left."
Nian Yu quietly sent a message in the group: [We won’t go there because we will check the surveillance video later. ]
Yellow-haired: [? ]
Bai Jinshu immediately understood what Nian Yu meant: [If the ones who entered the room were really those things imitating us, then we can’t explain why we were there.]
Whether it makes the hotel staff think that the guests of the program are stupid and looking for trouble, or makes them think that someone pretended to be them and entered the room, it will not sound good if it gets out.
The fewer people who know about this strange thing, the better.
Several people were chatting in a group with their phones. Director Qiao was smoking by the window. When assistant director Xiaofeng came back, he saw that the house was quiet and no one noticed him.
"Xiao Feng?" Bai Jinshu raised his head. "Have you asked?"
"I asked around," Xiao Feng nodded, "the logistics staff said no one came in during the day."
The program crew planned to stay in a villa at the beginning of the recording, and later moved to a hotel. Everyone was in a hurry to prepare and didn't bring all their belongings. During the day today, some people did lose things or forgot to take things away after leaving them with colleagues. Everyone was in a mess for a while, room cards flew everywhere, and finally they borrowed a universal card from the front desk.
But no one really entered the guest room.
There are surveillance cameras in the corridor, and the rooms of the six guests have all been entered. It is obvious that the surveillance cameras need to be checked. If it is really someone from the program crew who went in, then it is just a small matter to speak out before checking the surveillance. Once a large number of people are mobilized to check and it is found that it is one of their own people, then it will be a big problem.
If the staff says no, then it probably means no.
Director Qiao secretly put out the cigarette in his hand and said, "Let's go and check the surveillance."
"Director Qiao, let's not go for now," Bai Jinshu said in time, gesturing, "It would be too big of a scene for eight of us to go. There may be other tourists under the front desk, so it would be inconvenient."
"Okay." Several guests had originally planned to stay in the villa, and no one brought an agent or anyone else with them. Director Qiao waved his hand and grabbed a PD to go downstairs with him.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Huangmao started yelling, "You're not going to do that to me? It's a habit, and it's getting worse and worse, right? Yesterday you took away fans, today you're visiting people, and tomorrow you have to record a show for us, right? Don't let me open my eyes and kick my legs tomorrow and find a buddy who looks like my twin standing by my bed and saying that he will replace me from now on?"
"Thank you for adding an even more terrifying color to this already bizarre situation," Hong Conghua twitched his lips and pushed the yellow-haired guy unhappily, "Can you think of something better?"
"How can you think of anything good?" The yellow-haired man turned around and waved his hands in annoyance. "This smell of cigarettes, is Director Qiao such a heavy smoker? Let's talk in another room."
"Let's go to our place," Xiaoying said, "Nianyu and I have a conference room in our room with plenty of stools."
Last night the production crew was very tight on time to arrange hotel rooms, and there was no time to ask what rooms were available, so they just booked an entire floor.
After booking the room, we found out that not all of the rooms on this floor were guest rooms. There were also some family suites and suites with meeting rooms or study rooms. Of course, the larger rooms were allocated to the guests and directors first. Bai Jinshu and his friends got a family suite with a living room and kitchen. Everyone slept in their room yesterday because they were the only one with a long sofa that could accommodate one person lying down.
There is a small conference room in Xiaoying and Nianyu's room. Among other things, it has a lot of stools.
Everyone followed them into the room and saw six chairs placed in a mess in the conference room, as if someone had just finished a meeting not long ago.
"You two have nothing better to do than sit on all the stools while sleeping in a hotel?" The yellow-haired man asked curiously, "What kind of hobby do you have?"
"…We didn't do it," Xiaoying paused, "This is something that was moved in our room."
Not long after they were assigned to this room yesterday, they all went to Ersi's room. Who had time to tidy up the stools? This morning, the two of them were eager to catch up on their sleep and had no time to take care of the small conference room on the other side of the hotel suite. After they came back, it was Ersi who said someone had entered their room, and the two of them realized that the stools in the conference room had been moved.
"It's so boring to imitate you two," the yellow-haired guy sighed as he sat on a stool, "Not only did they come in without taking anything, but they also messed up all the stools. It's quite vulgar."
"Alright, alright, let's talk about what to do now," Hong Conghua interrupted him, "What if someone really came in by imitating us?"
"Nothing to do," Bai Jinshu shook his head. "If these people really look like us, then the only way now is to quickly catch them or control them."
A thief can steal for a thousand days, but you can never guard against thieves for a thousand days.
These guys are messing around with the way they are. If they are not caught sooner or later, something big will happen.
"That's the only way?" The yellow-haired man scratched his face. "No, now we know it's better to catch them, but how can we catch them? We can't catch them at all. How can you tell others, "Hello, can you please catch someone by photographing my face?" If you are a celebrity and someone has plastic surgery to look like you, I can explain it. I can also say that I am a crazy fan. But what can they say? Herbiskus has a half-brother who looks the same as him?"
Herbisk glared at him.
Huang Mao shrank his neck: "So what should we do?"
"Who told you to call the police?" Bai Jinshu glanced at him silently, "Have you forgotten where these people came from?"
He silently reminded: "Hong..."
"Human? How can they be considered human? They are not supernatural species..." Huang Mao didn't hear her words clearly. As he was talking, he came to his senses and said, "Oh, yes, this is what you made!"
He suddenly looked at Hong Conghua.
"I'm drawing more! I've already found three or four temporary assistants!" Hong Conghua held his head, "I will definitely update it tonight. I will definitely get rid of this thing! I have already drawn a plot where the protagonist travels through time in the real world to punish evildoers during his coma!"
"I hope I can really send him away." Xiaoying put her palms together.
"So the capture you're talking about is this," Huang Mao finally realized. "You mean Hong Conghua's plot includes a plot to capture them, so they will be captured after it's released?"
"I didn't say that..." Bai Jinshu was silent for a moment, "I don't know if this trick will work."
Herbisk pulled him.
"What's wrong?" Bai Jinshu looked up.
"Director Qiao sent a message," Herbisk looked up, "saying that they have returned from checking the surveillance and asked where we are?"
"Let them come over too," Xiaoying thought for a moment, "there's enough room anyway."
No one had any objections.
After a while, Director Qiao and the assistant director appeared in Xiaoying and Nianyu's room.
The information they brought was as expected. After checking the surveillance footage, they found that it was indeed them who had entered the room in the afternoon.
Even the clothes they wore were the same as they wear today.
Director Qiao took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and was about to light it up subconsciously when he remembered that this was not his room, but the room of the two guests. He could only resist the urge to smoke and rubbed his fingers and continued, "When the hotel heard from us that someone had entered the guest room, we went to the front desk this afternoon to ask if there were any suspicious people or people asking where the crew was staying. As a result, when the front desk came, they directly said that the guests came back on their own this afternoon and said that they forgot to bring their room cards and came to the front desk to ask for backup room cards."
The face recognition trick didn't work for other guests, but for the six of them, the front desk agreed without even thinking about it.
Not only did he agree, he also asked for his signature.
"I'm impressed," Huang Mao studied Director Qiao's phone for a long time, "This is the same as my signature. Isn't this guy really trying too hard?"
Herbisk looked at Bai Jinshu with inquiring eyes, and Bai Jinshu nodded slightly.
And the same with his.
All six people were with the crew this afternoon. Director Qiao was following the process the whole time, and he knew exactly whether they had returned or not.
It was really not these six guests who came in this afternoon.
"I'm convinced too," Director Qiao said, looking at the six people who had confirmed their signatures, and curled his lips, "Are they all the same?"
"Exactly the same." Bai Jinshu nodded helplessly.
"Is this god-like?" Director Qiao couldn't sit still anymore. He stood up and turned around several times before continuing, "Your autograph is fine. It's everywhere on the Internet. Huangmao has signed many fans. Conghua has comics signed in person. It's not surprising that he can learn your autographs. The question is how did the other three people learn them?"
If Nianyu's signature is found through some connections, such as attendance sheets or other documents in their unit, then it can be found even if it is impossible. Xiaoying also had an intangible cultural heritage experience hall before participating in the program. If someone asked for her signature when she was there, it would make sense. And Herbisk, his signature only appears on various contracts. You can't say that the person who imitated him is a partner, right?
The most incredible thing is that the program team has kept the guest selections secret. Before the show started, they only released a few silhouettes and keywords for people to guess. Even the guests didn’t know who the other guests were.
It will definitely take some time to get the signatures of Xiaoying Nianyu and Herbisk. How did they know that these three people would participate in this show at this time?
The six guests didn't expect this thing to be so similar, and they were a little silent.
Director Qiao put his hands on his waist and turned around a few times. He couldn't help but put the cigarette in his mouth and chewed it for a few times: "No, could it be that there is a traitor in the production team?"
"No, I'm going to call a meeting for the whole team to discuss this matter." He threw the cigarette he had been chewing into the trash can and walked towards the door. "You guys go to bed first. Get up early tomorrow. Remember to get up at 4:30. We have a start-up ceremony at 5:30."
Director Qiao walked away in a hurry, and now even Huangmao didn't know what to say.
"Hiss..." After a long while, Guan Hongyan took a deep breath and said, "What Huang Mao said may really come true."
"Pooh, pooh, pooh, I'll spit it out right away," Huang Mao spitted actively this time, "Then what should we do? Are we going to sleep tonight?"
"If you don't sleep tonight, I will die tomorrow before those things replace us," Nian Yu's AI said bluntly, "It's been two nights in a row. How can I sleep if I continue to toss and turn like this?"
Huang Mao: "Then I'm not... Never mind, if I don't sleep tonight I'm going to be ruined."
They are not made of iron. They have to get up at 4:30 tomorrow. If they don't sleep tonight, something might go wrong.
"Even if someone comes to replace me tomorrow, I will accept it. I'm not some rich second-generation or wealthy person. What good will it do for me to replace him?" The yellow-haired man wailed, "If you are too tired, you can come and discuss taking shifts with me."
Hong Conghua rubbed his forehead and said, "I will wait for my assistant to give me the manuscript tonight and then post it on Weibo."
Herbisk patted Bai Jinshu and said, "If you are worried, how about we take turns to keep watch tonight?"
"No need," Bai Jinshu shook his head, "I'm a light sleeper, I would hear any noise if there is one."
He was the first one to notice Hong Conghua walking to the window last night. He could even hear such light footsteps. His words were indeed convincing.
Herbisk didn't seem to care much about being replaced by someone else, or it was really hard to see the emotion of "worry" on his face.
At this point, Bai Jishu rubbed his brows and said, "At worst, we can just lock the door."
These six things that imitated them went downstairs today to ask for the room card, which means they may have a card that can open the door. Not only would it be strange to change the room at this time, but with their ability, it would be too late to change it. It would be better to lock the door directly. Unless the person in the room opens the door, no one can come in.
"Remember to lock the door." He looked around and saw everyone nodded.
As Director Qiao ended the meeting, everyone washed up and prepared to go to bed.
Bai Jinshu yawned and turned off the light in the hallway.
As the other breathing sound in the room gradually became lighter, he carefully put the kitchen knife to his side and slowly closed his eyes.
In another room, Hong Conghua changed his posture while sitting on a single lazy sofa, still frantically making the final modifications.
Previously in this extra story, the original setting for this newly appeared monster was that she could only imitate the appearance of others but would be exposed if you looked closely. As a result, if the setting in the extra story doesn't match the settings of these things, then there will be problems.
The other late-stage cultivator in the room is also a great immortal. He goes to bed at three o'clock and gets up at seven o'clock every day. Staying up late is a common occurrence for him. Even if he has to get up at four-thirty tomorrow morning, it will not affect her staying up late as usual tonight.
Two people were in the room, each occupying a lazy sofa, and living in peace.
After finally revising all the manuscripts, Hong Conghua stretched, clicked send on Weibo, and glanced across.
While the film was still being edited, Hong Conghua yawned and planned to take a shower and go to sleep.
"Hey? The bath towels have not been changed?" She suddenly realized that the bath towels and various toiletries in the bathroom had not been replenished.
"Oh, that," the girl turned around and said, "Sister Conghua, if you hang up during the day, I won't bother you. There will be no aunt to change the towel. If you want to take a shower, go downstairs and ask the front desk for a new bath towel."
Hong Conghua agreed and opened the room and was about to go out, but suddenly she remembered what they had discussed tonight, hesitated for a moment, and closed the door again: "Forget it, I'll make do with it tonight and change it tomorrow."
During this moment of hesitation, she vaguely saw Ersi coming out of the elevator in the distance.
I guess he went downstairs to ask for a bath towel.
He and Herbisk, two men, are always safer than her and the late girl, two girls. Hong Conghua curled her lips and turned into the bathroom.
Two people walked out of the corridor.
Ersi held the mobile phone in one hand and pressed the elevator door button with the other hand, then walked towards the room with Herbisk.
It was already past one in the morning, and this floor of the hotel was occupied by staff members, with no outsiders. Everyone knew that there would be a make-up opening ceremony at five in the morning, so they all went to bed early.
There were not many suitable open spaces near the hotel. Although it was 5:30 in the morning, Director Qiao was worried that they would be seen by tourists who got up early, so after much consideration, he finally chose the hotel's banquet hall.
The banquet hall was originally rented for weddings or other large-scale events and conferences. There was a T-shaped stage in the front that could not be dismantled. Now it has been completely wrapped up by the staff to make it convenient for placing things like offerings and incense tables tomorrow.
The hotel waiter who was in charge of the arrangements only knew that the crew was planning to record a program here, but he didn't know that they were planning to hold the opening ceremony here.
The entire corridor was unusually quiet at this moment. The hotel's floors were all carpeted, and the sound of footsteps was barely audible. However, there were a few sporadic sounds of TV dramas or talking coming from a few rooms, probably from the staff who couldn't sleep.
The hotel rooms are not well soundproofed and the corridors are too quiet. You can hear what people in each room are saying when walking along them.
The room closest to the elevator was occupied by several cameramen from the production crew, who were snoring loudly.
If he walked further in, he would see several makeup teachers who were with the group. He heard someone inside say, "Will this help?"
"Whether it works or not, praying can at least comfort me," someone replied. "I've been with the crew for several years, and it's rare to see a show as evil as this one. Three incidents in three consecutive days. I guess it's really something. Praying may really make it better. And let me tell you about my previous crew..."
"What happened to the crew before?" Another curious voice sounded.
This is actually a triple room.
"Damn, you scared me, Yuanyuan, you're not asleep yet!" The first voice startled me.
"No, I was just lying there playing with my phone," Yuanyuan replied, "Sister, what happened to your previous crew? Tell me about it?"
"We thought you were asleep," another female voice muttered, "But tell me, sister, what did you do with that crew before?"
"My previous crew was the one that went viral last month. The second male lead was still selling his honest persona everywhere. Didn't you know he had a little ghost?" The room was instantly gossiped about. "We all know that when he joined the crew, he said that he had to have two boxes of lunch each time. The logistics department thought he ate too much at first, but then they found out that he ate one box for himself and took one back. We thought he was being nice to his assistant, but who would be nice to their assistant by bringing them cold food?"
"Later, the script supervisor in the same group said it when we were drinking. He must have a ghost! And the ghost must eat whatever he eats, including his belongings, clothes, meals, and even the car he drives and the house he buys. All of them must be given to the ghost! They must be exactly the same!"
"ah?"
"Damn... I was wondering," another makeup teacher muttered, "Why is his studio saying everywhere that he doesn't accept gifts from fans, not even a piece of candy, and he also said he doesn't take a single needle or thread from fans. I guess he's afraid that if fans give him a gift without that little ghost in it, the little ghost will make a fuss and won't protect him, right?"
"And..." The makeup artist lowered her voice. Er Si pulled the corner of his mouth in disdain and walked a few steps forward before he heard her next words, "I heard that he defeated his competitors and got the role after he raised a little ghost. Look, he's famous now."
There was a burst of "tsk tsk" sounds in the room. The three girls started a topic suddenly and ended it quickly, and soon moved on to discuss other topics.
Herbisk chuckled twice and walked towards the room.
Their room was deep in the corridor, far away from the ordinary staff. When they reached the door, Bai Jinshu took out the room card from his pocket.
With a "click", he pushed the door hard and opened it.
The room was dark, as was the entrance hall and the small kitchen next to it.
Ersi turned around and closed the door.
Herbisk walked in front, without turning on the lights, and went straight to the room where the bed was.
Just then, there was a very light sound of something falling to the ground.
Something silvery-white flashed by on the right.
In the dark room, a column of blood suddenly spurted out.
*
Cen Bingqi suddenly jumped up from the bed, holding a kitchen knife in one hand and turning on the light with the other.
He didn't know why he woke up here, but it was obvious that someone had entered the room.
And by the time he had fully sobered up and come out of his instinct, the man had already been killed by a slash in the throat from the kitchen knife in his hand.
As the lights came on, he saw the person on the bed opposite him open his eyes alertly, blinked a few times, and sat up.
The man looked at the kitchen knife dripping with blood in his hand, then slowly lowered his gaze to look between the two beds.
There was a dead body lying on the ground.
At this moment, Cen Bingqi suddenly turned around, and swung the kitchen knife in his hand backwards without warning, hitting something with a "clang" sound.
Metal ornaments placed in the foyer of the hotel room.
He raised his eyes, his sharp gaze fixed on a face.
He looked into that face and saw his own murderous eyes in the other's eyes.
He also saw his current face clearly.
The person in front of him had the same face as him.
The author has something to say:
Cen Bingqi is the name of the killer's personality.
鮫 means to stop, so the killer personality uses this word as a name, which means that if you fall into my hands, you are finished (eyes move)
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