Director of a Suspense Film

Yu Chenxue's voice was very low and light, but there was an undeniable certainty inside.

If he was only 60% sure at the beginning, then after he tentatively made a conclusion with a tone of sure victory just now and got feedback from the other party, his certainty suddenly rose to 90%.

The lack of one level does not rule out that the young kid in front of him has received strict psychological or anti-interrogation training, but this situation is very small, and can basically be ruled out. After all, few people can stand still in front of him, a criminal psychology expert specially hired by the National Security Secret Service.

"Since these inferences are all correct, let's talk about your identity."

The professor of psychology smiled with satisfaction, the dagger in his hand whirled and spun, cutting out pieces of floating cold light, "You are the person who directed Q, and you have had contact with me,? And we know each other... Interesting,? I didn’t realize there was such a dark thread lurking around me.”

help! !

Zong Qi was dripping with cold sweat and swallowed involuntarily.

He didn't need Yu Chenxue, he was sure that his appearance would be full of flaws in the other party's eyes.

No,? You can't let Professor Yu go on talking!

Zong Qi felt that his vest was on the verge of being unable to fall off.

I can't imagine what the consequences would be for Zong Qi if Professor Yu knew that the pure male college student who lived downstairs was the director? He still cheated him repeatedly in this drama.

The most important thing is, although Professor Yu said that he can go back to Jiangzhou University to get his graduation certificate after the end of this semester.

But after all, Zong Qi hasn't got it yet, what if! What if!

How arrogant were you before? How regretful you are now.

"Huh,? Let me guess again, maybe we met a while ago."

Yu Chenxue's behavior is actually not in line with what an actor should do in the third act. For example, now,? His performance value has been dropping.

The most important thing is that Yu Chenxue paid more attention to the director Q in this drama, and did not complete the task of the investigator, so even if he has a unique secret to enter the drama, it can't stop the interpretation value Decline.

Soon, the artist's deduction value dropped by 70%.

The performance value required for the third act is 70%. Actors who do not reach this value will basically face a certain death situation. One can imagine the risk of falling.

However, Yu Chenxue still did not let go of Zong Qi's costume.

The artist's slender and cold fingers rest on the white neck of the black-haired young man, followed by the cold and sharp blade behind him, seemingly careless but full of danger.

"Aren't you willing to say it?"

At this very moment, Zong Qi concentrated all the strength he had secretly accumulated on his neck, and slammed forward fiercely, breaking away from the trajectory of the knife tip.

It happened that Yu Chenxue also lowered his head, ready to lean over to threaten and intimidate.

Putting psychological pressure on people, breaking down psychological defenses, and prying out important information from them has always been a specialty of criminal psychology experts. Like profiling, many criminal investigations use this type of practical interrogation technique. Yu Chenxue is one of the best in using it skillfully.

"you......"

What he didn't expect was that the black-haired youth bumped straight towards him.

In the next second, all actors heard a prompt from the system.

[The director has opened the permission to re-shoot, the time has been suspended]

The moment she received the reminder, Yu Chenxue was slightly taken aback, and her eyes widened in surprise.

It's no wonder that he didn't think of the director's identity on this plain young man in front of him. After all, the director directly bypassed the authority obtained by him as an S-level actor, and coupled with the previous strategizing deeds, he left unpredictable messages in the three major organizations, which is enough to show the cleverness of the means.

...No matter how you look at it, it has nothing to do with the fake ghost in front of you who is not very smart, and even sent him to your door in a stupid way.

However, Yu Chenxue did not have this chance to think.

Under the reversal of the director's authority, all the surrounding scenes began to flow back uncontrollably, and all the things that had happened all returned to the original point, returning to the original state that had not happened.

A few seconds later, Zong Qi reappeared ten minutes ago.

Ten minutes ago, the system had just announced the beginning of the third act. He has not been scratched by the anesthesia/drunk gun, and he is still in the process of meeting with the coward Anna and preparing to discuss what to do next.

"Me and the cowards went to the basement to fix that thing..."

While Anna was talking, she suddenly caught a glimpse of Zong Qi's strange expression, "What's wrong?"

"No, it's nothing." Zong Qi said hurriedly, his cheeks flushed slightly, "I'll go with you."

Nonsense, of course you have to be with Mama Araki, never leave half a step away!

Although surprised by Yu Zongqi's expression, Anna also knew that it was not the time to ask more questions at this critical juncture with a coward by her side. So she nodded after a short communication with Araki, "Okay, then let's go."

It's true that so many people can't protect them, but it doesn't matter if Zong Qi is alone.

Besides, he still has director immunity. Even if the following thing is an evil god, it is also classified as within the authority. The only person who can be said to be holding back is a coward.

Zong Qi followed Anna downstairs, watching the red dot representing Yu Chenxue getting farther and farther away from him on the other side, feeling indescribably at ease.

Thinking about it, Zong Qi felt a little regretful again.

He originally wanted to save this opportunity for reshoots until the final battle, so as to avoid unforeseen circumstances. But he overturned his identity as an NPC who was supposed to be Tian/Yi/No/Seam, which is outrageous.

the most important is......

He touched the corner of his mouth that seemed to still have some pain. Thinking of the accident just now, his heartbeat and complexion began to become strange unconsciously, one thumped and the other cheek was hot.

Just re-shooting Qian Zongqi in a moment of panic, he wanted Professor Yu to stop talking, but he didn't know how to find a way, so he subconsciously and cruelly gave him a head hammer.

In the end, I didn't expect that this head bumped into it, and it happened to meet Professor Yu who bowed his head...

Can't think about it anymore.

Zong Qi covered his face and wailed in his heart, quickly threw these redundant thoughts out of his mind, and continued to bury him in the sand like an ostrich.

Anyway, the actors will not remember the events before the reshoots. God knows this and I know it, so let’s just treat it as nothing happened!

 …

The countdown to the third act continues to decrease.

Anna came to the hall with one person and one ghost.

Now the floor of this hall is completely covered in blood, and the gap in the middle creaks, like a pot of water that is about to boil, pushing up the tight-fitting floor and bursting out like a stab.

"Crunch crunch—"

A creepy sound rumbled underground.

Outside the ancient building, believers were still walking around with candles in their hands, repeating strange movements.

They muttered obscure old sayings.

If there are knowledgeable people here, they may be able to hear the prayers they recited are from Liu Chenfang's "Goddess of the Black Fan", which contains a spell to summon the swollen daughter, which is regarded as a standard by all members of the Swollen Women's Association.

The night sky gradually became darker, and the bright moon was covered by black clouds.

The high priest standing at the front was wearing a black cheongsam, his long hair was **** behind his head, and he was holding a black folding fan in his hand, half of his delicate face was covered by the fan.

Strange to say, the highest priest registered in the Swollen Convent should be called He Fang, a well-dressed middle-aged man with an amiable appearance. He is a well-known wealthy businessman who runs the import and export business in Jiangzhou.

I don't know when it started, maybe from the day before the filming of "Ghost Tower", the high priest became this mysterious and beautiful woman.

Although the believers felt a little strange, the strange thing was that none of them felt that there was anything wrong with it. It was as if the moment they discovered the weirdness, something inexplicable automatically completed this logical problem.

She looked at the ancient building in front of her with great interest, her pupils were pitch black without a trace of light.

"It's time to start."

The ground of the ancient building suddenly trembled twice.

The summoning circle formed by the gathering of blood emitted an ominous light and sank quickly.

It was as if something had swept away all the blood.

Anna no longer hesitated, a black and white pupil gradually dyed white.

The densely packed Gu worms spread out from the dense ghostly air under the cover of darkness.

In order not to deduct Zong Qi's salary, Anna only borrowed part of Araki's ability to be on the safe side.

"bump-"

In the next second, the ground shattered into pieces of broken planks.

A huge icy airflow swept up from the ground, rushed these wood fragments high into the sky, and splashed down like raindrops.

Huge and bloated brown-red tentacles rush out from the bottomless underground, with horrible, unspeakable things attached to them, mucus hanging on the tail, easily rolled out and swallowed the white human brain in the iron cage, disgusting It's almost nauseating.

"What is this?" Zong Qi showed a disillusioned expression, "Is this the evil **** that the evil/religious organization wants to summon?"

All the actors who watched this scene directly suffered different degrees of mental shock, ranging from nausea in the stomach to sharp pain in the brain and groggy.

Li Goudan, who had climbed to the tall building, happened to see this scene from the railing.

I don't know why, but he is obviously a cultist, but his mental endurance is not very good. After looking at it, he rolled his eyes and fell directly from the railing, falling from the third floor to the middle of the hall.

The group of tentacles that had just been summoned waved in the air for a while, and quickly locked on to the prey that came to the door.

However, at the moment when the tentacles rolled past, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Because he felt an indescribable stench coming from the prey.

Like a pile of poop.

So the tentacles were rolled halfway, and they only corroded Li Goudan's clothes with mucus, then retracted them again, and automatically cleared the area with a radius of two meters around the evil/cultist.

Zong Qi's eyes lit up, and he grabbed the coward's collar and threw it over there, "Go and find it, there must be something on him that the evil **** doesn't want to touch."

"Ahhhhhh, help!"

The coward was directly thrown out of the central battle circle, tremblingly fumbled around Li Goudan, and finally found out the old yellow seal.

The moment it turned back happily, the huge and bloated black-red tentacles just opened a crack, exposing the indescribable mouthparts inside, and swallowed half of the hall.

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