"A well-known horror film director?" Han Fei hesitated: "Director Jiang, actually I still want to develop into comedy. Rather than giving others horror and making others scared, I prefer to see everyone's smiles.
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"I know you like to see everyone's smiles, and everyone also wants to see your smile. But at this stage, I suggest that it is better for you to star in horror movies. When you make a certain amount of money and no longer have to worry about life, you can
Go try more dramas." Director Jiang pointed out the problem sharply.
"The real character?" Han Fei touched his face: "Okay, I will have a good chat with him tomorrow."
After hanging up the phone, Han Fei still couldn't calm down. His first movie starring in him was about to be released. He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.
"Even if it's just to watch tomorrow's movie, I must survive in that school tonight."
After eating something casually, Han Fei found Li Xue, stalked him, rubbed her against him, and learned some new fighting skills from Li Xue.
These techniques are not complicated, but they are simple and deadly.
Some of the methods for exerting force cannot be found on the Internet. They were summed up by Li Xue based on his own practical experience, which was of great help to Han Fei.
If Han Fei only mastered basic fighting before, he has now begun to develop in the direction of professional fighting.
At three o'clock in the afternoon, Han Fei returned to his home.
After taking a shower, he began to read books related to education, and then watched many class videos and teaching experiences of front-line teachers.
He allowed himself to truly immerse himself in the role of teacher, and even continued to give himself psychological hints.
"Affiliative, tolerant, patient and respectful, I want to treat all children equally and let them regard me as a father."
Han Fei practiced with the teacher in the video until nightfall.
After closing the curtains, Han Fei stood in front of the wall. He memorized all the information related to Yimin Private Academy by heart.
Time passed by, and Han Fei's mind was filled with the terrain except the dormitory toilet. He took a deep breath and put on his gaming helmet.
The blood-red tide poured down, hitting the city crazily. Amidst the blood-red, Han Fei opened his eyes.
A faint stench drifted past the tip of his nose. Han Fei was still standing in the toilet cubicle on the first floor, and the surroundings were very quiet.
Feeling a slight chill from the landlord's ring on his fingertips, Han Fei gently pushed open the toilet cubicle door and took out the red school uniform he had obtained previously from the inventory.
As soon as the yin-filled school uniform was taken out, the darkness in the corner began to twist, as if a black snake was coming out of there.
"You hide it quite well." This little pet raised by Xu Qin is very good at hiding. It can even deceive unspeakable beings, let alone these ghosts and monsters in the school.
However, compared to its hiding ability, its other abilities are not so outstanding.
The "black snake" emerged from the corner and climbed onto the red school uniform, sucking in the yin and resentment in the uniform, and its body began to slowly expand again.
"The little guy's ability is to swallow, but now it is too small and can't swallow larger things at all." Han Fei wanted those items containing Yin energy to have little effect, so he might as well feed them all to Xu Qin's pets.
If it can recover quickly, then Han Fei will have some ability to protect himself.
Allowing the "black snake" to absorb the yin energy in the school uniform, Han Fei quietly walked to the toilet door.
The glass fragments on the ground have been cleaned up, and the broken windows have been replaced with new ones. The only difference from last night is that there is a sign on the door of the dormitory that no one is allowed to enter.
The spiritual altar that Han Fei had left under the bed was also found by the dormitory manager and thrown under the pile of confiscated high-power electrical appliances.
"Last night, four girls died in the building, but everyone seemed like nothing happened, and the door to the apartment building was still locked."
The dormitory manager was not in the house, so Han Fei wanted to go in and take out the crying altar and see if there were any spare keys for each room in the house.
As soon as he pushed the door open and entered the dormitory's room, he heard a door opening in the middle of the corridor on the first floor.
Hiding behind the door and peeking in secret, Han Fei discovered a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, bending over and approaching the dormitory's room furtively.
At first, the distance was quite far, and Han Fei couldn't see clearly. But as the child got closer, Han Fei recognized him at once.
This kid was the gangster from Yimin Private College who committed suicide by jumping off a building. He was skinny, with a square face, big eyes, half yellow and half black hair, and a tattoo of the word "hate" on his arm.
"Why did he run into the dormitory building?"
The victim was approaching. Now that he had met him, Han Fei would not let him go.
When the boy was lying next to the dormitory window and slowly stretched out his head to peek inside, Han Fei also poked his head out.
When their eyes met, the boy was startled.
"Shh! Don't talk!" When the other person retreated, Han Fei grabbed the other person's collar with one hand and covered the other person's mouth with the other hand. It looked like he was very experienced and often did this kind of thing.
After the boy calmed down, Han Fei slowly let go of his hand.
"Hospital, dormitory manager? Why did you change the person?"
"It's not safe here. Let's go to the dormitory where you just came out to chat first."
Han Fei put the crying altar into an electric pot, closed the lid, and walked out of the dormitory room with the electric pot in his arms.
They returned to dormitory 104 in the middle of the corridor. After the door was closed, Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why do you have the key to this dormitory?" Han Fei put the electric hot pot with the altar hidden under the bed and began to ask the boy.
"I, I am a student here, of course I will have the key to this place!" The boy said very harshly.
"Your name is Zhang Guanxing. You are seventeen years old this year. You dropped out of school for no apparent reason a year ago and started hanging out with the social youth near the school. You even named yourself a wild dog." Han Fei memorized all the information about the deceased: "I am right
You know very well, I hope you will stop lying."
The boy didn't expect Han Fei to know so clearly. He shrank his neck, his expression a little unnatural.
"Tell me how you entered the dormitory building? What are you doing here? Why do you have the key to this dormitory?" Han Fei's expression was not too stern, but it gave people a sense of calm and self-power.
"What does it have to do with you?" The boy glanced at Han Fei. He seemed to hate adults.
"Some bad things happened in this school. I am a new teacher. I have an obligation to protect the safety of all students, including those who have attended this school." Han Fei had already made it clear.
, he also wanted to protect the boy in front of him.
"Are you a new teacher?" The boy finally raised his head and said hesitantly: "I used to live in this dormitory, and the key was originally assigned to me. I didn't do it to steal things in the dormitory, but I just want them occasionally.
Come back because I really have no place to sleep."
"No place to sleep?"
"After my father and my mother got divorced, he kept drinking heavily. After he came home, he would beat me and vomit everywhere. That was not a home at all. The garbage dump was cleaner than that." The boy covered his arm.
The word tattoo.
"Then how did you enter the dormitory building?" Han Fei was more curious about this. The door to the dormitory building was locked, and all dormitories on the first floor were equipped with anti-theft nets.
"My best buddy lives in Room 201 on the second floor. I usually climb into their dormitory by stepping on the anti-theft net, and then sneak back." The expression on the boy's face was a little strange, as if he was hiding something.
"If you have anything to say, just say it all. I'm a teacher and I can help you."
"Actually, I'm trapped here now and can't get out." The boy slowly told the truth: "I just wanted to go to the dormitory to steal the key."
"Stuck here? What do you mean? Can't you climb down from the second floor again?"
"Something happened to my buddy, and the people in their dormitory seem to be..." The boy hesitated for a long time, and finally said: "They are all dead."
"All dead?!"
"Some time ago, my buddy picked up a jar somewhere in school. After he took the jar back to his dormitory, he talked to it every night. Later, his academic performance really improved by leaps and bounds." There was a trace of fear in the boy's eyes.
"I originally thought he was starting to study hard, but when I went to their dormitory later, I found that not only him, but everyone in their dormitory was surrounding the jar."
"They looked pale, looked inside the jar, and kept saying something."
"I didn't care at first, but a few days later when I went to their dormitory again, I found that my buddy was missing! His three remaining roommates were still surrounding the jar."
"I was scared. After I ran out of their dormitory, I quickly called my buddy."
"The call was connected, and my buddy spoke normally, with just a little echo."