Master Swindler

Due to the appearance of the mirror image, the apartment building seems to be divided into four, appearing around the two of them.

Those who stood at the windows of their own rooms looked at them condescendingly with stiff and gloomy eyes.

This gave Director An and Li Qiang a feeling of suddenly becoming insignificant, as if two turtles had been thrown into a pot, surrounded by eaters holding knives in four directions.

They frightened their legs and feet, and they stood here too much for a second, but they didn't dare to take a step.

The grin of the evil spirits upstairs grew bigger and bigger, and it became more and more weird.

Director An was the first to persuade him. He pushed forward Li Qiang behind him: "It's none of my business. He is the one who is wronged. He is the one who kills. It is his father who seals the grievances. Let the grievances back down. They were the ones who killed those behind."

"It's none of my business, don't come to me."

When Li Qiang heard that this grandson was only thinking about protecting himself, he was naturally afraid and angry.

"Bah, you don't know what to make a fortune idea? You are planning to lie to a few unlucky ghosts to die. Why didn't you persuade the people inside to move when you were so noble? You don't have to die if you want them to move the people behind. "

"You really want to settle the account, you will carry half of the lives."

Director An seemed to vent a little fear after roaring, but his mind became clearer.

He cursed with trembling teeth: "Shut up, what's the use of infighting now?"

"You see, they can only surround us here for so long, which means that we are here. We have ancestral treasures on both of us, so we can't break this game, at least our lives are safe."

"It's a big deal to spend with them. When it's dawn, they always retract. Then we will leave this ghost place and never come back."

Li Qiang calmed down, and nodded: "Yes, you are right, let my dad come and do the law again when that time comes. Forgive these dead ghosts for not being able to make waves."

Thinking of this, those hideous and resentful faces looked less terrifying.

Especially when they heard their conversation, the ghosts standing at the window seemed more anxious, but they were helpless.

The two became more proud, and even provoked: "Hahaha, grandson has the ability to catch your grandpa in."

"What's the use of paws standing on the window? It's you, aren't you being taken over by the little white face, your wife and children? When a ghost is a shame, why are you embarrassed to show up."

"Little girl, why do you want to invite your brother in now? I knew it today. Why were you struggling when your brother entered the house? If you want me, nothing will happen today."

"Yo yo yo! Is this angry? You have the ability to jump down and catch me? Oh, yes, you are wearing a skirt. Did you jump down to appreciate the style inside?"

As long as they broke through that level of fear, the two seemed to be more courageous as they fought. Seeing those ghosts trembled with anger but helpless, the two became more and more fluttering.

"Come down, come down, grandpa just stand here, promise not to run, come down if you have the ability."

The ghost who was still full of anger and anxiety just now suddenly closed the expression on his face and became stiff and weird, and then showed a weird smile: "This is what you said."

As soon as the voice fell, the two saw the ghost dumplings above, jumping from the window and directly in front of them.

The physical distance shortened instantly, making the two of them inflated with the same courage as a punctured balloon.

They were like ducks stepped on their necks, their eyes shuddering with horror, their faces still had funny expressions of triumph, but the whole person shrank like a chicken.

The surrounding ghosts grinned: "We are down."

"Ah!!!!!! Ah——————" The two huddled together.

Seeing the people around him about to gather, a small white face suddenly appeared at the door of the apartment building in one direction.

He seemed to be awakened by the noise outside, with drowsiness and impatience: "Director, what are you making in the middle of the day? If you have no work, go back to the room and take a good rest. I haven't looked at the surrounding neighborhood. What about you?"

Director An looked at the gloomy sky, where was the broad daylight in his mouth, but he also understood that he and Qiangzi were the only ones who had been caught in the phantom. In the eyes of normal people, it was obviously still morning.

Xiaobaiface appeared in one of the directions, but he did not appear in the apartment buildings in the other three directions. This was a flaw in the phantom.

But since it's all here, Director Ann can no longer believe in Xiao Bailian.

Those ghosts obviously premeditated and deceived the strongman, explaining that they knew what they were doing, but why in front of Xiao Bailian and them, they looked so pleasant, as if they were not aggressive - this was the reason why they were bewildered.

So Director An inferred that the little white face was probably ghosts, or those ghosts were more cunning than he thought.

If it is easy to believe that the place where the little white face appeared is the real apartment building, and desperately fled in other directions, it is very likely that they will be defeated.

Director An smiled: "Grandson, I want to cheat your grandpa. I'm still a little tender."

When he said that, Li Qiang ran towards Lu Qingjia's direction, and said proudly: "Since there are fantasies all around, the place where you least want me to come over happens to be the way to survive this puzzle."

Sure enough, Director An stepped onto the apartment building in the direction of Lu Qingjia, and the other side's figure turned into a phantom and disappeared.

The surrounding scenery seemed to be shaken, and the corridor structure in the apartment that was familiar was distorted, as if to reveal the face before being disguised.

Director An's face became more smug, knowing that he was right.

At this moment Li Qiang followed, panting and saying: "Cousin, are you fucking catching me if you want to run?"

The two turned their heads and saw the ghosts in the open space staring at them unwillingly, and gradually disappeared into phantoms.

Director An laughed loudly: "It seems that our brothers are still blessed by God. As long as we don't fall for them, we can do nothing. Don't you think this will come out?"

As he spoke, he saw the phantom that was supposed to collapse and slowly solidified, still showing up in front of the eyes as the scene in the apartment building.

Director An frowned: "What's the matter?"

When I finished speaking, I heard a voice from the upper floor——

"Have you encountered anything happy? I laughed so happy."

Director An's scalp was numb, and he slowly raised his head, and saw that in the stairwell on the second floor, the little white face was holding a coffee cup in his hand, and his white shirt sleeve was rolled to his elbow, drinking coffee leisurely with a smile on his face. Look at yourself.

"You, how do you—"

"How did I appear here?" Lu Qingjia smiled, and walked down the stairs: "I am a living person. The real apartment direction is where I am. Isn't this taken for granted?"

Speaking, Director Chong'an raised a cup: "I admire the director for being able to distinguish friends and foes quickly when he is in danger, uphold the vigilance of not believing anyone easily, and implement his own decisions quickly with full confidence."

"This is a very important quality. Most people lack this kind of courage and determination." Lu Qingjia laughed: "It's just like the director, realizing that this kind of fierce building can help him succeed, he doesn't care how much innocent he sacrifices. Regarding unscrupulous means to the goal, Director Ann already possesses the qualities of a big man."

"It's just that these qualities have a prerequisite, they all require a clear and quick mind to make the right choice, and a long-term vision to weigh the pros and cons. It's a pity that Andao doesn't have these as a basis, and the essence is completely different."

"People who are too stupid should not be too confident in their inferences. On the contrary, intuition may be more useful."

Lu Qingjia didn't know when he had already arrived in front of the two of them. The gentle smile on his face was like a demon's invitation: "Look, isn't this the result? It's so stupid that everyone in the building is really unachievable. sense."

"I thought I needed to contribute more acting."

To be a simplified translation of these words, isn't it that Xiao Bailian has already predicted his prediction?

Director Ann's whole mind is blank at this moment, only the despair of making a life and death decision and being declared wrong.

Several heads emerged from the stairwells on different floors, and they were all in their dying state.

One by one, his face was black and swollen, or his body was dripping with blood. Among them, the five female ghosts and the female sub-girl cases were all sensational cases at the time, which showed that the scene was tragic enough.

Strangely speaking, director Ming Mingan and Li Qiang, one is the culprit of the murder, and the other is sitting and watching the destruction of several families. It stands to reason that seeing this kind of scene should at least be visually uncomfortable.

But the panic and paleness on their faces showed that they were obviously not as bold as they were when they did evil.

The ghosts grinned and their voices sounded on all levels at the same time: "You are here~~"

"Ah----" Director Ann screamed, trying to run outside the apartment, but at the door I don't know when, those crew members who originally went out to play returned.

The two of Director Ann wanted to rush out, but they didn't expect that it was two of the women who could not shake their strength.

One of the female players pushed Director Ann back in one go--

"What's wrong? Director! When the movie is at its climax, if you, the leading actor, ran out, how would you shoot this?"

Director An noticed that one of them was meticulously recording the current scene with a camera in his hand.

Director An seeped into the spinal cord, and he stammered at everyone: "You, you."

"We all know." The actors said: "It is nothing more than to respond to the grievances of the ghosts in each house and arrange for the corresponding characters to perform actions that will provoke them, so that we can be killed by the fierce ghosts. The real and supernatural gimmick created the first of the entire genre, and other than this gimmick, even if your movie is made into a shit, it will be enough for you to make a lot of money."

"But grandson, you look ugly, but you think you are beautiful. With so many lives as a stepping stone, what the hell do you deserve?"

Director An was terrified, but at any rate people were in front of him, and there was room for people to communicate.

He repeatedly begged for mercy: "I am not worthy of me, I am wrong, brothers, I really dare not."

"You see nothing happened, and you have no real loss, right? Now I leave everything to you. You can shoot the available resources on the set. You can keep the movies you make and make money."

"Just put me as a fart."

Lu Qingjia's voice came from behind: "It's a coincidence, we think so too."

"Of course we started to do this, otherwise why do you think I should invest?"

Director An felt a chill in his back, and looked at Lu Qingjia incredulously: "You, did you--?"

"Is this a meticulous conspiracy? Most of the things that happened here can be found by searching the Internet. The rest can be completed by asking the old men and women around you."

"You deliberately arranged for us to play the most hated role of the evil spirits, and under the guise of tidbits to trick us into adapting to the role to do something against morality, let's guess your entire script structure."

"I guess the unit drama mode movie you mentioned is true. Your movie consists of five short stories. These five short stories all take place in an apartment building. They use perverts to molest girls, gamblers not doing their jobs, and sexual perversions. The reserve is ready to move, the thief is addicted to drugs, the swindler cheats the old man's pension money and suffers the evil retribution, cheap and rude to show the core of the story of good and evil?"

"Unfortunately, this seemingly positively guided story is based on the lives of a dozen people as a stepping stone. The essence is to serve a greasy, shameless, stupid, and lustful middle-aged man to make him a big fortune. ."

Director An listened to Lu Qingjia's words and related to the inexplicable behavior of this little white face from the first day. At this moment, he only felt that his eyes turned black.

So he had guessed that he planned?He just didn't choose to pierce him, or even just calculated it, and invested more money to make the movie go smoothly.

No wonder this guy frequently tried on the first day, no wonder he threatened to help the actor's ideological work, but he got unlucky repeatedly.

It's no wonder that his entire shooting plan was disrupted, and the pictures now taken are all farce after one.

It turned out that this guy had long known how to avoid the angry points of the ghosts, but instead led his plan step by step.

No, it's not right, Hadron will appear here, and it's his conspiracy to guarantee it.

After all, no matter how scary those ghosts are, it is impossible to directly ask the female cousin to bring the strong son. It must be the ghost of Xiao Bailian, and only he can afford the money.

Director An’s teeth trembled: "It turns out it's all you, what do you want?"

"I haven't directly killed anyone. You said Potian couldn't convict me."

Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Of course, so in my script, I just want to be my lead actor."

"As for what happened during the filming, I want to prepare for the dedication of art, and I am prepared for it. After all, this is what you have repeatedly emphasized."

Director An trembled: "What do you want to shoot?"

Lu Qingjia replied: "Comedy, when you first recruited us, didn't you talk about making comedies of the little people in the market? I can count on the beginning and the end."

"A man who is afraid of his wife who is in a middle-aged crisis resolutely pursues his movie dream. Under the circumstances of financial constraints, unreliable actors, and bad luck, a series of hilarious accidents occurred. He was beaten by a strong man as a pervert and bought I was caught by the police as the scene of a drug trade when I was a privacy prop. I returned to the shooting location exhausted physically and mentally, only to find that the actors were friendly with strange beauties of unknown origin.

"The man realized that the shooting location he rented was a haunted apartment well-known far and wide, so in an atmosphere where everyone was drunk and I was alone, he encountered a series of funny misunderstandings, and finally unintentionally led to the story of the murderer. "

"How about? Although the script is not exquisite, is it slightly better than your belly draft?"

As soon as Lu Qingjia finished speaking, no matter whether it was a ghost or a ghost, he immediately squeezed his feet.

Especially for gambling ghosts. Obviously, his wife and children have been won, so he clapped hardest: "He is talented, our brother is too talented."

"Hey! Sun, look, my brother is not a professional background, just take your shit script and revise it a little to make a good script. You have the fucking skills and want to make a movie. You deserve it. For many years, it was a mess."

Director Ann couldn't hear him. He only felt his ears buzzing. He couldn't believe that the movie he relied on to turn himself over would not only make a wedding dress for others, but also his own life.

He murmured: "No, it's impossible, the material is not enough, you can't get it out."

"Enough!" Lu Qingjia said: "I just learned editing, and it is enough to put together a movie with what I have."

"So Director An, you can finish."

These words were like the death knell of death, and Director Ann subconsciously ran away.

There are ghosts upstairs and the door is blocked, but there is another place that Director Ann feels safe in his heart, which is his room on the first floor.

Because there was his uncle who drew the runes, plus the things on his body, he could escape the disaster anyway.

The two fled along the corridor into the house, and the people and ghosts behind them had a lot of time to watch them not catching up.

Director An was suspicious, but in the next second he knew why the other party was so calm.

Because the moment he opened the door, he saw the scene he saw yesterday.

There is a human-shaped relief on the wall of the bed, an old man with a terrifying and hideous expression, reaching out to hold something not to be dragged into hell.

Today, the statue is clearer, and the fine lines on his face are also faintly visible. It is clearly his old uncle.

It is the last line of defense for him and Li Qiang to rest assured.

A erratic and gloomy voice sounded from behind: "Go in, the old immortal has long been waiting for you."

Director An and Li Qiang slowly turned their heads, and the last scene they saw in their lives was the expressions of bitter resentment and joy on those Li Gui killed directly and indirectly.

Lu Qingjia left the apartment building and slowly smoked a cigarette. When he returned inside, the mural on the wall had changed from a single person to a group.

The ugly state of struggling before his death was full of funny horror, which made people laugh.

Then everyone took out all the material they had taken these days and started to do the editing, dubbing, special effects and post-production work under the command of Lu Qingjia.

How to say?It feels like Lu Qingjia really thinks everything will be the same.

The lens that was originally shoddy, and even low-quality due to sudden conditions, after his later adjustments, showed a strong sense of substitution.

When the film came out, it was really the people they participated in personally, and they all leaned forward and backward with a smile watching the story after the reorganization.

"Mom, Director Ann is really good at skills. Look at his expression before he was beaten, and his perverted and funny look when he was shooting in a stunned file. The most amazing thing is that he was in the police station."

"Brother, you are so talented. This movie is on the market, and it is above the standard in comedies. There is no way except for some flaws in the lens. After all, you can't put the knife on the neck of the grandson. I'm afraid This way he still can't perform."

"But there is no harm in connecting it with other lenses."

The original movie is like this, different editing ideas, it is very possible to edit two completely different stories, Lu Qingjia really just as he said, completed a comedy movie that is completely tragedy in nature.

At this time, all the players heard a reminder that the mission was completed.

Lu Qingjia said: "Where will this movie be screened? I have heard that you want to limit players to accumulate wealth and convert points by operating talent in the copy, but instead you let the player turn the copy into his own continuous point warehouse. ."

"I think you are not so generous to me, are you?"

The horror game is grinning: "The movie will be included in the game, and the box office and the producer will be divided."

Lu Qingjia nodded. This was within his expectation. It is said that because the player was too aggressive, the game changed a lot of bugs after her.

The game must be clear about how much news he has collected from Zhong Liyu. Naturally, it is impossible to give him such a relaxing opportunity, so the first idea of ​​Director An will not succeed.

It is impossible for those ghosts to appear in the movie theater the way he was during the shooting, and the scenes that must belong to ghosts will be blank by then.

However, the game requires the player to complete the filming of the movie. The result of this purpose is definitely impossible to change hands and throw it away as trash.

Thinking of the huge underworld pattern in the selection field and the possibility of more than one underworld of that size, Lu Qingjia knew where the ticket warehouse came.

He smiled: "Do I need to invest in publicity funds?"

"No! We have a complete publicity system, so you don't need to worry about it." The game was angry.

When is it stupid?As soon as this guy stepped in to become a producer, he tied himself to the interests of the movie. The quality of watching the movie was acceptable. The box office score alone would not lose money. If he asked him to invest more, it would be the money that he was given to him. Not enough?

There is also the use of the world's time difference to harvest a lot of things in the financial market. It hasn't settled with the scammers yet.

It's almost arrogant than that who was at the beginning. Anyway, who was doing business step by step at the beginning. This guy is good, and it is a sickle to have leeks.

Such mistakes cannot be made now.

Lu Qingjia nodded regretfully and asked the game to transfer the part of the box office that belonged to Director Ann to his wife on a regular basis.

After arranging everything, he returned to the apartment and said goodbye to the reluctant ghosts.

At this moment, their hostility has disappeared, and they are no longer trapped in the apartment, and they have felt the call from the underworld.

Lu Qingjia left a lot of things for them, plus his own soul coins, he should be able to start well in the underworld.

It's just that the female ghosts are a little reluctant to bear Lu Qingjia, and the little ghost who thinks he has a new father is also crying sad.

When the gambling ghost sees an opportunity, he immediately said, "Son, don't cry, I went to the underworld dad to buy you a toy car."

The gambling wife pulled her son over: "Don’t be too close, we don’t need to see you when we leave the apartment. The underworld can’t help pornography, gambling, and drugs. It must be your paradise. Dragged down."

Lu Qingjia also smiled and said, "By the way, my ability to temporarily exist with you, have you forgotten this?"

Gambler: "..."

At the same time, in reality--

Inside a prison somewhere in Southeast Asia.

Zhong Liyu sat in the visiting room and waited for almost half an hour before finally seeing his father in light-colored prison uniforms come out.

To be able to give birth to such a beautiful son, obviously Zhong's father's appearance can also be beaten.

I think back then, in the Southeast Asian region, I was a mastermind, eating black and white, and provoking thousands of obsessed Chinese godfathers.The enemy's mistress even took the initiative to surrender to him because he admired him.

For example, this year is old, but it is also well maintained. The number of people in fifty is less than forty. No matter in appearance or figure, they are no worse than young people. They even have the charm of power that has been precipitated by long-time superiors.

Zhong's father became the winner of his life. The biggest failure was that he gave birth to such a filial son in front of him, which cut his ambition and became a joke in the industry.

I didn't want to see this debt collection, but he had no choice but to invest in the construction of the prison he was staying in now.

When he saw an unfilial son, Zhong father was not angry: "What are you doing again? Your father and I haven't died yet. It's more interesting that you go to the grave frequently after I die."

Zhong Liyu disapproved: "Dad, what are you talking nonsense? It's only 20 years. You are only in your early 70s when you come out. If you perform well and fight for a reduction of your sentence, it will only be more than 60."

"Look at the poor man who works in real estate next door. You are still president in your 70s. I know you have a serious career. I can help you start from the village head when you come out. Let's climb to the top of power step by step."

When Father Zhong came out, Rao did countless psychological constructions, but he was so angry that his filial son opened his mouth.

But the same topic has been debated countless times, and he has to admit that he had a son with a brain hole. The sad thing is that he hasn't realized it for so many years.

So I swallowed the old blood and asked impatiently: "I won't tell you anything else, what are you thinking about today? Hurry up and say it, get out of here."

Zhong Liyu's face flashed with a twist: "Dad, I remember one time my mother didn't resolutely divorced you, but was so angry that she almost chopped you off. Oh, yes, the scar on your ear was chopped by my mother at that time, or I took you to the hospital for more than a dozen stitches."

"But then it stopped. How did you coax my mother back?"

The only person Zhong's father is willing to talk to with his filial son is his wife. He didn't look so ugly when he heard that, but he put on a smile instead.

Before I was ready to speak, I immediately realized something was wrong: "What do you mean? Didn't you say that mature parents have to learn to deal with emotional disputes on their own, don't you use their children as a shield? Why do you suddenly ask about this now?"

Zhong Liyu was embarrassed and said, "Well, this is not to come to your dad to learn from you, although dad, you don’t do good things in your life, and you are brave and relentless-oh, by the way, I heard the prison guard tell me that you told me yesterday Uncle Kim is fighting."

"No matter how he is your predecessor, you were sent to prison back then, you two fight for a lifetime, how can you still be like a primary school student in jail at an age? I heard that you have formed a clique again ."

Father Zhong's brain was abrupt and he slapped the table fiercely and said: "Stop the damn nonsense, what sutras are you okay with? Or take the sutras that break the mirror and reunite."

As he said, he took a breath: "You char siew stuff, don't tell me and want to mess with that liar?"