Out of concern for safety, Jian Jing stayed at home for the weekend.

Nothing happened, everything was calm.

On Monday, she had to go to school.

Jian Jing is a Chinese major, and the schedule for junior year classes is not tight, with only six classes a week, five professional classes and one elective class.

Today's classes are "20th Century Western Literary Criticism" and "History of Ancient Chinese Literature (V)". The former is a final paper submission, and only 20 to 30 people come to class, while the latter is a closed-book exam, and the teacher calls the roll, so there are about 40 people who come.

Jian Jing was a little uncomfortable returning to the classroom, always worried that her phone would ring at any time, and there would be new task notifications in the WeChat work group.

It took her some time to realize that she was no longer a social animal, but a student.

Teachers don't call the roll in college classes, so there's no pressure at all.

This sudden leisure confused her, and made Jian Jing involuntarily have the illusion that "this world is pretty good."

"Jian Jing, did you receive the president's text message? Do you have classes later?" A girl in the same major asked her, "Our equipment is ready, and we're going to start tonight."

Jian Jing thought about it briefly: the girl's name is Zuo Xin, and the two are relatively familiar classmates, and they joined the same club.

The club is called "The Mystery Club", with a total of about 20 people, and only seven or eight core members. In the past, everyone just got together to play Werewolf and watch movies, but after the new president took office last year, he learned from his mistakes and decided to do something big. Let's

make a mystery movie together.

The members thought it was interesting and agreed to the proposal.

Of course, filming a movie is not an easy task. Even if you just do it casually, it takes a lot of effort. Many people gave up halfway, but some people persisted.

Everyone spent half a year preparing, and today everything is in place. The president sent a text message to everyone to inform everyone to attend the opening ceremony.

Jian Jing was very interested and agreed: "I will go."

Zuo Xin smiled: "That's good, you are an investor, it would be wrong if you don't attend."

Jian Jing couldn't help laughing. The funds of the reasoning club were limited, and it was impossible to shoot a movie. The members racked their brains to raise 50,000 yuan, but it was still not enough.

In the end, she, a "big money" generously donated 30,000 yuan to the club to raise the funds.

Although it is not so formal and not so serious, it is her first time to invest in a movie. Since she is free, she must go and have a look.

At five o'clock in the evening, Jian Jing arrived at the agreed location: the old teaching building of the school.

This teaching building has a history of several decades. The red brick walls are covered with green ivy, which makes it cool to pass by in summer. But unfortunately, because the building is too old, it is not convenient to install equipment such as air conditioners and elevators, and it is no longer used as a teaching building.

At present, the classrooms in the old building have been allocated to clubs by the school. Club activities such as the literature club, film club, and oil painting club are all concentrated here.

"Jian Jing, this way." The president waved at her.

"The investor is here, everyone must perform well today." said the photographer.

The heroine was putting on makeup with a small mirror and ignored her.

The prop master was organizing the equipment and props, and he hurriedly said hello and continued to work.

Zuo Xin was flipping through the script, she was the screenwriter of this film.

"Hey." Someone patted her shoulder from behind.

Jian Jing turned around and saw a chariot in red, with messy black hair dancing in the wind, like a seaweed ball with fangs and claws on the seabed.

She: "..."

"Are you scared?" The other party took off his wig and said with a smile, "This prop is very realistic."

Jian Jing asked curiously: "Are there female ghosts in detective dramas?"

"It's an illusion." Zuo Xin answered, "The inner obsession of the heroine."

"Yeah, I'm just a guest female ghost." The other party said, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Luo Jun from the drama club next door, playing the male lead."

"Hello, hello." Jian Jing updated her memory.

President Hu, male, senior student majoring in film and television, new president of the detective club, and also the director of this play.

Photographer Wang, male, junior student majoring in film and television, old member of the detective club, photographer of this play, loves photography, and most of the equipment is his own collection. I don't know why, but I feel a little hostile to her.

Female protagonist Tang, female, sophomore student majoring in journalism, new member of the detective club. She has a striking appearance, a proud personality, and uses famous brands of cosmetics. She should have a good family background. She plays the female lead in this drama.

Zuo Xin, female, a junior in the Chinese Department, a veteran member of the Reasoning Club, and the screenwriter of this drama.

Deng Daoju, male, a senior in the Computer Department, a veteran member of the Reasoning Club, a prop master in this drama, and also guest-stars as a passerby.

Luo, the male lead, is a sophomore in the Acting Department and a member of the Drama Club. He plays the male lead in this drama and guest-stars in other supporting roles.

In addition, she, Jian Jing, a junior in the Chinese Department, is an unimportant investor in this drama. A total of seven people are the entire team of the self-made reasoning drama "Perfect Revenge".

The power-on ceremony is very simple, with a pig head in the phone, fruits in the phone, and a Guan Gong statue in the phone. Even the incense is virtual incense, and not a penny is spent.

After President Hu’s pretentious greeting, he couldn’t wait to greet everyone: “Everyone, let’s get to work!”

The plot of “Perfect Revenge” is very simple. There is a pair of twin sisters. After the elder sister mysteriously disappeared, the younger sister began to have nightmares in a distant foreign country. She frequently saw her elder sister appear beside her, covered in blood, and suspected that she had met with misfortune.

So the younger sister returned to China to replace her missing sister and find out the truth.

The scene to be filmed today is that the younger sister took advantage of the night to look for clues in the classroom, and the illusion of her elder sister appeared again to give her guidance.

It was deep in the night, and the old teaching building was quiet. President Hu went to each club one by one and asked them to cooperate in the filming. Finally, he got the old building that was completely dark for a day.

Miss Tang took a light breath and tiptoed up the stairs.

The light and shadow flickered, as if the evil spirit in the shadows would drag her to another world at any time. Silently, she looked up suddenly and saw a woman in red. She raised her hand and pointed to the classroom faintly.

The heroine walked in. The classroom was very ordinary and normal. The desks, chairs, blackboards, and slogans were all familiar.

But the next moment, bloodstains suddenly appeared on the snow-white wall.

Lines of blood were left, and it could be vaguely distinguished that "the person who killed me was..."

President Hu gestured: "Cut!"

"Ah, I'm so tired." The female protagonist Tang put away her expression in a second and looked around, "Where's my bag?"

The male protagonist Luo took off his wig and moved to the side of the camera: "How is the filming?"

"Give me the props, don't drag on the floor." Prop Deng snatched the expensive wig and carefully put it aside.

The terrifying atmosphere dissipated immediately.

President Hu and cameraman Wang met and looked at the small window, exchanging a few words from time to time.

"The expression is still a little stiff."

"I think it's okay. This is everyone's first time shooting, and the effect is good."

The female protagonist Tang rolled her eyes at them.

"People will definitely feel a little unnatural in front of the camera, everyone is like this." Male lead Luo suggested, "Why don't we take a break and do it again."

Zuo Xin raised her hand: "Jian Jing bought fried chicken and Coke, let's have a midnight snack first."

Photographer Wang raised his head: "How generous, worthy of being an investor."

President Hu glared at him and said with a smile: "I'm just hungry, let's all come and have something to eat, and let's discuss how to shoot later. I can ask the other groups not to come today to make room for us. We have to shoot enough materials to avoid losing money."

After working hard for most of the day, the others were happy to take a break, and they moved tables and chairs over, and each of them ate a piece of fried chicken.

Zuo Xin was most familiar with Jian Jing, and asked her: "You took two days off last week, is there something wrong?"

"I was sick." Jian Jing said briefly.

Photographer Wang was fiddling with his equipment and didn't go for a midnight snack: "Why did I see in the news that you committed suicide?"

Jian Jing pretended to be surprised: "You believe the tabloids' rumors?"

"They are not tabloids. Several of them are provincial media. They said that your new book didn't sell well and you were depressed and committed suicide." Photographer Wang pushed his glasses, "They made a very convincing statement."

"That's what unscrupulous media do." Jian Jing was calm and composed, "I have a new book, and they are trying to take advantage of the popularity. It's a common trick."

She looked indifferent, which made Photographer Wang's jealousy obvious.

President Hu asked, "You said all this nonsense?"

"It's true that I went to the hospital, and everything else is made up." Jian Jing blinked, "It's like when a female star goes to the hospital for a physical examination, people say it's an abortion. If you don't write it in a more sensational way, who will read it?"

Miss Tang said, "It's like this now. If you don't attract people's attention, you won't get traffic."

"Times have changed." President Hu sighed twice, and greeted Wang the cameraman as if nothing had happened, "Come and have something to eat. What are you shooting?"

Wang the cameraman said, "Behind the scenes footage. It's the first time we're shooting today. Let's keep some memories."

President Hu didn't want to force it, so he asked Deng Daoju, "Don't clean up, eat first."

"I'm going to wash my hands." Deng Daoju showed his dirty hands, "You guys eat first."

Miss Tang only ate one wing and said, "I won't eat anymore. Fried food can easily cause acne." She wiped her mouth, saw the lipstick on the tissue, and stood up quickly, "No, I have to touch up my makeup."

"Fortunately I don't need it." Male protagonist Luo ate heartily, "This restaurant tastes good, and the chicken is marinated very well."

They ate and talked, and then Deng Daoju, who had been tidied up, joined in, and everyone talked about the next shooting content.

Zuo Xin said, "Let's take a few more outdoor shots later, they will definitely be used."

"That's right, it would be best if we could take a few aerial shots, but unfortunately we didn't borrow a drone." President Hu said.

"There is a tree next to it, can we climb up the tree and take a few shots?" Male protagonist Luo suggested.

After hearing this, cameraman Wang picked up the camera and said, "I'll go outside for a walk." He didn't care about the others and went downstairs.

After a while, his voice came from the window: "Old Hu, come down."

"I'll go and take a look." President Hu wiped his mouth and hurried downstairs.

At this time, Zuo Xin's phone rang. She picked up the phone and went outside to answer the call: "Hello, Mom, I'm at school..."

The voice gradually faded away.

The remaining three people didn't know each other well, and they ate fried chicken and drank Coke quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, President Hu came up with a little wet on his shoulders: "It's raining, we will directly shoot the tenth scene in a while. Male lead, go put on some makeup."

"Okay." Male lead Luo was also straightforward, took his toiletry bag, and hurried to the bathroom.

Props Deng followed and got busy, restoring the previous scene arrangement.

About ten minutes later, the others came back one after another, but the heroine Tang was missing.

President Hu was anxious, fearing that he would not be able to shoot again if the rain stopped, and asked hurriedly: "Where is Tang Yuran?"

"Didn't she go to touch up her makeup?" Jian Jing asked curiously.

"It's been half an hour, why is it necessary to take so long?" President Hu said, "Jian Jing, Zuo Xin, can you go to the bathroom to urge her?"

Jian Jing was about to agree when the familiar subtitles appeared again.

[System: New mission has been released]

[Mission name: Murder case in the Detective Agency]

[Mission description: On the night when the Detective Agency started filming, Tang Yuran, who played the heroine, died mysteriously. Please help the police find the real culprit and bring the criminal to justice]

[Mission reward: 20 courage points for success, no punishment for failure]