As a high-end hotel, the lobby of the Plaza Hotel covers a very large area, with a floor height of seven or eight meters.
More than two years ago, when there was still electricity, Qiong never opened his mouth when talking.
The sound of "click" sounded several more times, as if the other party was trying to start a fire, but could not start again. Goosebumps gradually appeared all over Ji Shanqing's body because of the sound of "click" in the darkness.
Step by step it's getting closer.
When the sound of the lighter finally stopped, Qing Jiuliu's voice sounded close to his face: "Let's go back."
Ji Shanqing's hair exploded, and he turned around and ran. However, just after running two steps, he suddenly stopped again and turned around.
"It's a bit strange. This is the second time I heard these two sentences." He whispered in the darkness, as if he had forgotten his fear for a moment. "The wording, speed, and tone are all exactly the same."
"If I'm not wrong, you can record, mute, edit, and play it back." After a moment of silence, Ji Shanqing suddenly added: "My voice just now didn't sound like it was wandering away.
"
Not a single sound came from the darkness. Qingjiu Liu, who was standing there just now, seemed to have melted into the darkness, making no sound.
"Think about it carefully, no matter who you are, if you could kill me if you got close to me, I should be dead by now." Ji Shanqing frowned and murmured: "Then right now
What’s going on?”
As he himself discovered, as soon as these words came out, it was as if someone had covered them with something, and they suddenly stopped in the air, without arousing the slightest echo.
"Go back." The second half of the sentence means that if the great witch-sama gets impatient and comes down in person, we will suffer." Ji Shanqing repeated this sentence softly, feeling that the courage gradually returned to his body.
: "When those words rang out, Qingjiuru was walking towards me from the gate to cooperate, as if to make me relax my vigilance."
"But you don't know. That sentence itself is very problematic."
After Ji Shanqing said the last sentence, he closed his mouth and his side fell into silence again.
After a few seconds, a strange deep voice came from the darkness: "What's the problem?"
Ji Shanqing smiled silently. The man couldn't help but come out anyway. It's just that he said too few words just now, and he couldn't tell the direction of the person.
When Libao spoke again, he did not answer the other party's question. Instead, he asked: "You know that the great witch is upstairs, but you still dare to provoke us. Do you not know who the great witch is, or are you too confident in this situation?"
"Both." This time, the unfamiliar voice suddenly laughed low and became excited: "Ah, it's coming, it's coming."
What's coming
Ji Shanqing frowned, feeling that he was almost able to find his location, so he quickly asked: "What are you going to do?"
"It's not that bad. You're already in the right place at the right time." The voice said with a hoarse smile.
Ji Shanqing was startled. He wanted to jump away but it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, a familiar face suddenly appeared in the darkness in front of him. The man jumped up and instantly
Blocking his retreat, a glimmer of light flashed in his hand, and then there was something sharp, wrapped in a straight force, and it sank deeply into the chest of the gift bag.
When Ji Shanqing lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground, his vision suddenly became blurred, and he could still vaguely distinguish a vague outline in the darkness. The person was Qing Jiu Liu who was holding a piece of broken glass.
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After pricking it hard twice, and feeling that the person under him was no longer moving, Qingjiuru gasped, pulled out the long piece of glass, and threw it away with a "clang" sound.
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"It's finally over," he muttered to himself breathlessly. He stood up holding his knees. After looking around in the darkness, he took steps towards the direction that should be the stairwell: "
Who is it?”
Perhaps it was because his tense nerves were finally relaxed, Qingjiuru's murmuring voice gradually became lower and lower, wrapped in fatigue.
A loud "boom" sound suddenly tore through the air, and a black shadow as big as a room suddenly fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily. It just swallowed Qing Jiuliu's foothold; along with the crisp glass
The sound of shattering, fragments and echoes flew out in all directions, shaking the entire lobby as if it was faintly shaking.
When the fierce shattering sound lasted for a full half minute and finally gradually quieted down, an unhurried sound suddenly appeared in the air.
"Oh, it looks amazing when it's hanging from the ceiling. It's even more extraordinary when it's dropped."
Along with these words, a white light flashed in the darkness, and then a circle of flashlight light lit up, immediately illuminating the surrounding space. Under its dim and cold light, the lamp was broken in half.
, the colored glaze chandelier that was stuck in the debris was occupying half of the hall in a splattered state.
The person holding the flashlight was a short, fat, unattractive man. A pair of thick lenses reflected light under the flashlight. He pulled off his cultural shirt and walked towards the chandelier, looking around.
I looked around.
"With such a heavy force, an elephant was killed." He narrowed his eyes and just laughed for a while, but his voice suddenly stopped.
Under the chandelier, there was no blood seeping out as he expected.
The thick glasses just shook, and he suddenly realized that it didn't take a second; however, before he could turn around, a hand suddenly wrapped around his neck from behind, and gradually tightened on his throat. The force was not very strong, but his body
The blood in his body suddenly changed its direction, rushing towards the hand, and then disappeared like a mud cow entering the sea.
"Look at me carefully." When his thick glasses made him feel weak and his eyes were dizzy and darkened, Qingjiuru's voice as he gritted his back teeth rang in his ears: "With a face like this, you plan to hit it with a chandelier
it took"
A vague "gurgling" sound came from the throat with thick glasses. I don't know whether it was blood flow or lack of breath.
"How come you always find an opportunity to praise yourself?"
As he spoke, Ji Shanqing showed his head from the other side of the chandelier. When he saw him, his eyes widened with thick glasses. He fluttered his hands and feet a few times. The clothes on the chest of the gift bag were torn, but what happened under the layers of clothes that were opened?
There was no skin visible; he covered the holes in his clothes with his hands with an unhappy look on his face. He instructed Qing Jiuli: "Put it down when it's almost done. I'll suck you to death later."
"You just know how to use your mouth." Qingjiureu muttered. Seeing that his thick glasses had turned white and his face looked like he was about to faint, he lazily threw him to the ground and put a few sticks on his neck out of boredom.
Fingers.As a precaution.
The thick glasses that had just lost a lot of blood in one breath now really didn't have the strength to get up; his lips trembled as he glanced at Ji Shanqing and asked vaguely: "Why do you still have you?"
"One is because he is not a human being, and the other is because we both found out that each other was asking something creative in the hall." Before his question could be asked, Qingjiuru impatiently finished his answer: "No, then we will ask you."
"Was it your ability just now?" Ji Shanqing squatted down and said with certainty: "Who are you and why did you come to the door?"
Thick glasses took a breath and opened his mouth
How do you spend 10,000 yuan to make a horror movie?
The answer lies in editing.
Once it is determined who the "actor" is, this ability can be activated. After activation, every action taken by the actor, every word spoken, and every scene that appears will be used as initial video data for the ability owner.
Edit; the scenes and sounds released after editing will become the "set" and "plot" in the eyes of the actors, allowing the actors to act according to the script. Due to the limited budget, the film cannot be too long, at most fifteen minutes
After that, it’s time to determine the ending of the film’s story. Since it’s a horror movie, it’s best if someone dies.
The film's budget of 10,000 yuan should be used to purchase necessary props. Don't spend more than it should.
ps: Once filming starts, the set will be protected from interruption until it ends.
"In other words, what we saw was actually recorded by you, modified, and then shown to us." Ji Shanqing sneered, "But this lamp, no matter how you look at it, it must be more than 10,000."
"In the end, things in the end of the world are worthless." Thick Glasses struggled to say.
"This is really the worst film I have ever received in my acting career." Qingjiuru spat, pinched his neck and asked: "Why are you coming to trouble us?"
"I can't say" Thick Glasses uttered these words, and suddenly he felt a rush of blood; he hurriedly shouted to Ji Shanqing: "Anyway, it's because you killed a visa officer, right?"
"How did you think it was me?" Libao was surprised. He didn't expect that this person was actually a candidate under another examiner. However, he thought about it and quickly frowned.
"I have a few companions." Thick Glasses stammered, "I have the tracking ability of a woman."
"No," Qingjiu Liu also discovered the discrepancy: "When I heard the whistle for the first time, the task of tracking the visa officer's killer had not yet been completed."
"Whistle"
Behind a pair of lenses, the man opened his eyes in confusion. "Is this the whistle you are talking about?"
Qing Jiuliu and Ji Shanqing paused, then raised their heads with pale faces.
The long whistle sounded softly. This time the distance was much closer, and it sounded as clear as if it was in the ear. To be continued.
ps: Do you know how long I have been stuck on this chapter? I have been stuck all the way from nine in the morning to now. I have finally finished writing it. I have already thought about the plot that will happen next, but it is a wonderful experience to live and die without being able to write it. Horror plot
I won’t write more, after all, some people love it and some people fear it.
Thank you to Little Fat Bird, Hua Xia Mian, Mia, etc. for your monthly votes, Nianhua Jushi, Sure enough, Lost and Fallen Leaves, Daughter Chasing the Sun, etc. Everyone wants to ask me why the list is so short.
If I stay in front of the computer for a while, I'm going to vomit
