I make a thriller, it's God chasing and feeding

Chapter 225 [5D Movie Viewing]

After entering the theater, Lu Zhengyi and the other two took the movie tickets and headed towards the theater.

Along the way, many Japanese people were following them along with the flow of people.

Even among them, Lu Zhengyi could see some Tang people speaking Tang language in low voices, blond and white-skinned Stars and Stripes people, and dark-skinned people...

Tourism, as a major economic pillar of the country, attracts many foreigners to travel.

In addition to visiting and visiting scenic spots, of course there are many tourists who come here for consumption.

But at this moment, Lu Zhengyi really couldn't understand that watching a movie could be done in his own country, so why would he go all the way abroad to watch a movie?

However, this thought was only fleeting.

It does not matter.

The important thing is that the new film "The Grudge" has a good start now.

Lu Zhengyi entered the theater with two cups of coffee in his hand.

There was no air conditioning or heating in the theater.

In some areas of the Tang Dynasty, there is already a chilly atmosphere in October, which makes people need to put on more clothes and quilts.

But the temperature here in Heguo is suitable for both cold and warm. Some people in good health even wear shorts and shorts.

But other than that, there was only a very subtle human voice in the auditorium.

Only one voice for discussion?

This made Lu Zhengyi and the two people's hearts sink.

Fortunately, as they entered the theater and walked along the aisle toward the auditorium, their sinking hearts relaxed.

Lu Zhengyi walked in front and stood at the entrance. He glanced over and had a smile on his face.

They entered the venue at the right time. When they entered, the theater advertisements on the screen had already reached their end and some necessary fire warnings were started.

Under the dim light, except for a relatively remote corner with a poor view, the theater was almost full.

At this time, the projectionist in charge of monitoring in the theater was standing by the aisle, whispering something to a foreign friend inside who was so dark that he could not see clearly. He was probably reminding him to be silent and watch the movie carefully. basic etiquette.

The rustling sound that Lu Zhengyi and the others heard in the corridor just now must have come from him.

With the projectionist watching from the side, other audiences in the venue maintained basic movie-viewing etiquette.

"Although I don't know what the situation is like in other theaters, the publicity is still somewhat effective."

As Lu Zhengyi stepped up the stairs, he whispered to Zhang Xueming behind him, "I thought it would only be some young people, but it seems that there are still fans who came to support because of Teacher Chen's propaganda."

There were not only young people in their twenties at the venue.

40. There are also [-]-year-olds.

This is rare for a horror film.

After all, horror movies are a genre that will gradually be disliked as we grow older.

"Shh-"

Because the theater was too quiet, Zhang Xueming instinctively raised her fingers and put them to her lips.

But soon, she realized that her actions were unnecessary.

No one in the venue noticed them, let alone being disturbed by their voices, just like outside and when entering the theater.

Even the projectionist who was standing at the end of the theater and responsible for monitoring the situation in the theater did not notice them.

But even so, Zhang Xueming did not speak and silently followed Lu Zhengyi.

The two of them walked all the way to the top row, then bent down and tiptoed past the audience in this row and went straight to the innermost seat.

That's right, the empty space in the corner belongs to the two of them.

The Grudge is a movie that Lu Zhengyi has watched as the director and Zhang Xueming as the investor. I don’t know how many times I have watched it.

They have seen the original film that has not been edited.

So at this moment, they don't have to compete with other viewers for such a good seat. Rather than watching a movie, they come to watch people.

Look at how everyone else is doing.

"Om-"

Lu Zhengyi and Lu Zhengyi had just settled down in their seats, plugged in the coffee and placed it in the storage area of ​​the armrest next to them, when the subtle sound of the engine sounded in their ears.

The movie has officially started.

Unlike other movies, there is no grand scene or thrilling soundtrack at the beginning, just a simple panoramic shot.

Under the cold white tone, outside a seemingly valuable house, a nanny car slowly drove into the camera and stopped in the center of the camera, which is at the door of the house.

As the car stopped at the door, the scene became quiet, and even the sound of the engine was no longer heard.

From the overall shot composition to the rhythm of the painting, Lu Zhengyi directed it according to the style of the Republic of China.

Because he was sitting in the highest row, he only had to look forward to look down at the other spectators below.

So far, they have had no reaction.

A quiet movie with a quiet theater.

About ten seconds after the car stopped, the nanny's door opened with a "clang" sound, and then, a face that was very familiar to the audience poked his head out, with a warm smile on his face. , raised his head and looked at the clear sky.

Finally, many viewers below had some reactions after this figure appeared.

However, because the theater was very quiet, even if some people wanted to say something, they were very restrained and did not directly make a sound or discuss it.

"Teacher Chen, this, this is the house prepared for you by the crew."

Immediately afterwards, another figure stepped out of the nanny's car and communicated in half-baked Tang dialect.

Whether it's the sound of two people talking, the sound of a car door being pushed, or the subtle and dull sound of getting out of the car and landing on the ground, all the sounds have excellent reception and are extremely clear in this background without any soundtrack.

Especially in this theater, these sounds that seem to be ringing directly in the ears make people feel like they are watching a documentary without narration.

As Chen Junsheng comforted Kanda Kyoko, who was not familiar with Tang dialect, and asked her to communicate in Japanese, the audience had a more subtle reaction.

Because they discovered that the two people in the plot used their real names.

Moreover, even career and life are included.

This makes people feel like they are watching a mockumentary.

From ordinary daily life to the plot, this is the way Lu Zhengyi chose when directing this movie.

There is no narration about the cause and effect, there is no sense of urgency about the murderer's photo being published in the newspaper, and there doesn't even seem to be a title...

"cough!"

An unnatural cough sounded slightly, causing Lu Zhengyi's attention to leave the film.

Or adjust your sitting posture, or get close to your friends who came with you, or take a sip of the drink you brought...

The audience at the scene started to make some small moves as Chen Junsheng and the two entered the room.

These subtle movements finally gave the silent theater some sound.

But the sound was not loud, and at this level, the projectionist behind would not have reminded them to be quiet.

He seemed to have noticed the gray-white figure in the corner of the camera, which brought a smile to Lu Zhengyi's face.

'Why not, let's make the atmosphere more immersive. '

Lu Zhengyi looked at the audience below, first stretched out his hand and gently held the palm of Zhang Xueming next to him.

After seeing the strange look she was looking at, he took out the mask tied with a red string around his waist, placed it on his thigh, and tapped it lightly with his fingers.It can be said that Lu Zhengyi has never left the Nuo side since he got it.

Even if you travel, you have to wear a red string on the belt around your waist.

Even with the Nuo mask as a carrier, she cannot leave the mask unless the user puts on the mask and summons the snow girl inside.

But this guy's Yin Qi was strong enough to penetrate the restraints of Nuo Mian and spread to the outside world, causing chills.

Although the chill is not fatal, it can only make people chill and shiver.

But for such a dangerous thing, Lu Zhengyi thought it was better to wear it on his body.

Of course, the red rope was just a random string he found, not a special object.

As Lu Zhengyi's fingernails tapped the Nuo mask, a cold feeling centered on the mask spread in all directions.

In an instant, the temperature in the theater, which had neither air conditioning nor heating, dropped several degrees.

And it continues as time goes by.

And below, the audience who had been in a little commotion because of the appearance of Kayako all calmed down and stopped moving.

They were all sitting upright, their faces reflected in the fluorescent light of the screen looking a little dull and stiff.

This sudden drop of coldness can be felt by everyone.

However, because they were watching a horror movie, for a moment, they couldn't tell whether it was because the theater suddenly turned on the air conditioner, or... because of the plot of the movie.

But I have to say that this air-conditioning came at the right time.

"Uh uh uh uh..."

As sounds like hiccups sounded one after another, Chen Junsheng panicked in the screen.

Offscreen, the audience was also panicked.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm just here to film a scene, that's not it."

In the picture, Chen Junsheng showed his strong Kung Fu foundation as always.

After the thin figure that made the audience feel inexplicably chilly appeared, he advanced instead of retreating, swinging his fist and intending to hit the resentful soul.

As Chen Junsheng got closer, the camera got closer.

"hiss--"

"Cough, cough, cough!"

"call--"

When the distorted skull and face that looked like it had been dented by a small hammer appeared in front of the screen, various strange sounds sounded from the audience's mouths, including gasps or gasps. The sound of a sharp exhale or a cough.

"Isn't he just a ghost? I have learned it after all..."

"Fuck!"

"This is not fair!"

Unfortunately, after Chen Junsheng's fist passed through this ghost shadow.

As powerful as he was, fear finally appeared on his face that was always smiling no matter what he faced.

And this fear can be transmitted, at least, many people present unconsciously held their breath.

The completely black screen plunged the theater into a brief darkness, and there was a sound like chewing in the ears. In addition, there were occasional crunches like brittle bones being bitten into pieces. sound.

Not to mention the audience, Lu Zhengyi felt that Zhang Xueming, who had watched Zhang Xueming beside him countless times, had become a little stiff with the atmosphere of the scene.

But soon, she grasped her palm tightly with her backhand and interlocked her fingers.

Compared with other people who could feel the coldness, Zhang Xueming would not be affected because of her contact with him.

When Lu Zhengyi looked at her, his eyes unconsciously glanced at the screening observer at the end of the aisle.

The man in a suit who had whispered to the audience to be quiet just now was sitting on the stairs, huddled in a ball.

Probably cold.

"The temperature is too low."

Lu Zhengyi whispered softly in harmonious language, and tapped the Nuo noodles with his fingers, "Control your Yin Qi a little."

Just like an air conditioner remote control, the temperature has warmed up slightly.

Next to him, Zhang Xueming realized what Lu Zhengyi had done with the Nuo noodles.

Although he knew that Lu Zhengyi was nearby, others probably couldn't hear or see him.

But Zhang Xueming still came close to his ear, and then whispered, "I, is this really okay for us?"

"Isn't it a bit hot?" Lu Zhengyi looked at her blinking her eyes cautiously, imitating hers, and leaned close to her ear, "I just checked the weather forecast, it's 25 degrees today."

"So many people don't turn on the air conditioner, and the indoor temperature is at least 27 degrees Celsius. It's a bit hot, and people can't bear it."

"Cool down now, be cooler and enjoy the movie better."

Zhang Xueming looked at him and said, "Then you are so kind."

In my ears, the sound of chewing gradually disappeared, and the screen lit up again, and this cannibal house welcomed its next guest.

The re-lit fluorescent light hit Lu Zhengyi's face, and he was smiling brightly.

"you do not say."

……

"I need to complain to you. Turning on the air conditioner in such a cold weather in this weather has caused me a lot of trouble!"

"I'm really sorry, sir, the air conditioning is not on in the theater."

"No? How is it possible!"

A pale-faced dark-skinned spectator was saying something angrily, but because of his dark skin, the overall impression was more of a feeling of excessive blood loss.

Those thick lips, like sausages, were a little gray.

In front of him, a middle-aged man in a suit kept bowing.

When the movie ended, Lu Zhengyi was not sure about other theaters.

But their cinema is quite complicated.

Some people sat on the seats, as if they were stupid, some people angrily went to the monitor behind to complain, and some people left the theater in a hurry without knowing what they were doing...

All in all, people's stress responses are different.

But the strange thing is that no one present left the show early. No matter how scared or panicked they were, they all endured until the end of the film.

"... I'm really sorry, sir. You can feel it. If the air conditioner was really turned on, it wouldn't be at this temperature now."

The middle-aged man in a suit had not yet recovered from the movie, when several dark figures in front of him bumped into him and began to curse.

He bowed and apologized, and occasionally interspersed his apology with a few explanations.

But when he said these words, the middle-aged man himself frowned and looked confused.

As a monitor at the venue, he could clearly feel the temperature changes in the theater just now. The coldness was as if winter had entered early.

The angry black-skinned spectator was about to say something, but after feeling it carefully, it seemed...it was indeed not cold, and even a little hot!

The anger on his face froze.

While they were arguing, two figures walked slowly past them. They lowered their heads and looked at their phones attentively, just like two people with their heads down.

(End of this chapter)