Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

Chapter 96: Cause and effect cycle, retribution is unhappy (8)

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After eating, around seven o'clock, the Gan family moved into Chi Xiaochi's room and brought a single bed.

Gan Tang's attitude was mild: "It's troublesome."

In contrast, Gan Yu was gentle and polite, but what he said was a real welcome tone: "You're welcome, it's better when Tangtang and I don't exist."

Of course Chi Xiaochi was welcome, and was the first to get up and take a shower.

Aside from Xi Lou's insistence that he wears sunglasses when taking a bath, it's a little embarrassing, Chi Xiaochi didn't encounter any horrific incidents of blood spewing from the shower head, and it was a smooth transition.

He walked out of the bathroom with ease, put on his bathrobe, got on the bed, and put his wet hair on the edge of the bed, letting the water drop drop by drop, holding the script and reading it page by page.

According to Chi Xiaochi's personal experience, this is a rubbish work among rubbish.

In the script, six former high school classmates went to the old castle under the name of the rich second-generation male protagonist for a party ten years after graduation. The relationship between men and women is even more chaotic, and the various legs are split like rhythmic gymnastics.

This group of dead children is so dry, it has finally brought disaster.

Some people in the team began to disappear, and before the disappearance, there were some juvenile horror scenes such as female ghosts appearing behind their backs, mirror floating characters, and ketchup painting the walls.

Then there are the happy internal ripping, and all kinds of screams.

Of course, it is common sense that there are no ghosts in domestic horror films.

The initiator behind the disappearance is the second male "little blind man" who will be played by Song Chunyang. He has extremely poor eyesight. He wears glasses with thick bottoms of wine bottles all the year round. Without glasses, he can't see the road clearly. He is the object of ridicule and rich. The little follower of the second-generation male protagonist.

He relied on the universal artifact hallucinogen in the domestic horror film, as well as a wig, a white dress, and cosplayed into a female ghost to avenge his girlfriend who committed suicide ten years ago because he was drunk and raped by the male protagonist.

As for those missing, none of them died, they were just tied into the basement of the old castle.

This made Chi Xiaochi deeply suspect that the main purpose of the "little blind man" was not to take revenge, but to play a tense and exciting bound play with these people.

When turning to the last page of the script, Gan Yu sat on the other side of the bed and wiped his wet hair with a towel.

He asked, "Read it? How do you feel?"

Chi Xiaochi put the script upside down on his face: "I have mixed feelings."

With his status in the show business world, he hasn't seen something so hurtful for a long time, so he has to slow down.

Gan Yu took a pen and lifted the script from Chi Xiaochi's face like a hijab: "The page has ink, it's not clean, be careful to hurt your eyes."

Chi Xiaochi opened his eyes and glanced sideways, his eyes just fell on Gan Yu's unshielded chest and abdomen.

Chi Xiaochi's own figure is quite good. A pair of natural models have long legs of 1.2 meters, and they can be styled no matter how they pose. He has been in the industry for many years, and he has seen too many beautiful bodies. However, when Chi Xiaochi, who had read everything, saw Gan Yu sitting on the side of the bed and brushing his hair, he couldn't help but take a second glance.

He thought that such a figure was too good to be exchanged for money, and it was a blasphemy to the Creator to be wrapped in a white coat.

Gan Yu didn't have any self-conscious expressions. When her hair stopped dripping, she took the script and looked it up.

Although the two brothers and sisters did not participate in the plot, they also obtained a script from the staff.

Just in case, they proofread all the plot lines of the script to avoid any discrepancies between the script and the script.

Gan Yu read every sentence, Chi Xiaochi listened to it.

Gan Yu's voice was moisturised and unexpectedly pleasant to the ear, and the sound quality of 061 was too close to the usual reading habits. It was unhurried, like scratching people's ears. It was itchy and comfortable, so Chi Xiaochi couldn't help it. Think more.

But looking at Gan Tang, who had also finished bathing and listened to the script with a smile, Chi Xiaochi felt that he was thinking too much.

After confirming that the script was indeed the same batch of garbage, Chi Xiaochi reached out to read Gan Yu's script.

After getting closer, he whispered the question again: "…is that you?"

He always felt that Gan Yu was 061. This feeling was so strong that he couldn't help but want to confirm it again and again.

Gan Yu closed the script and put it on her lap: "No."

Chi Xiaochi raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what I'm asking?"

Gan Yu turned to look at him and smiled slightly.

His slightly hoarse voice was like a blunt cat's paw, scratching Chi Xiaochi's heart gently and slowly: "I don't know, but I guess you're going to screw it up again."

This is obviously to avoid answering, but Chi Xiaochi read a near-default answer from it.

He said, "You—"

Suddenly, a heart-piercing woman screamed from the other end of the corridor.

Just as Chi Xiaochi was about to get up, Gan Yu pressed his wet hair down, gently pushed him back on the bed, and rubbed him again: "I'll see."

At the end, he greeted Gan Tang: "Tang Tang, stay here with him."

Gan Tang, who put on a black vest and hot pants, nodded lightly.

The moment Gan Yu opened the door, a person rushed forward and hugged Gan Yu in his arms.

Gan Yu put his hands behind his back, frowning slightly as he looked at the person who came,

Noticing that the person holding him said nothing, Guan Qiaoqiao raised his eyes with unkempt hair and tears on his face, and was stunned for a moment: "Who are you?"

Gan Yu pressed one elbow against the door frame: "You come to my room and ask me who I am?"

Chi Xiaochi immediately entered the state, put on his clothes, and put on slippers: "Doctor Gan, who is here?"

Hearing Song Chunyang's voice, Guan Qiaoqiao showed a rescued expression and cried out, "Chunyang! Chunyang, it's me!"

Chi Xiaochi walked to the door: "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong?"

Guan Qiaoqiao grabbed Chi Xiaochi's wrist across Gan Yu and whispered, "Chun Yang, come here."

Seeing Chi Xiaochi's puzzled face, Guan Qiaoqiao was frightened and frightened, her throat seemed to be strangled, and it sounded as dry and unpleasant as a hen with a broken throat: "...Come here, come here quickly."

Gan Yu let go of the arm blocking the door, but was still between Chi Xiaochi and Guan Qiaoqiao.

He said succinctly: "Together."

Guan Qiaoqiao had no intention of paying attention to the ambiguity between the two. She was wrapped in a muddy panic, and dragged Chi Xiaochi's arm to her room.

As soon as he entered the room, Chi Xiaochi felt a strong feeling of being stared at.

That feeling is undoubtedly derived from the hanging photo in the room.

Different from the picture Chi Xiaochi saw a few hours ago, in the long snowstorm, a clear humanoid silhouette appeared on the other side of the horizon.

If there is a ghost in the photo, it may have been just a vague, harmless figure before, but now it has grown eyes and locked its prey firmly.

Guan Qiaoqiao was trembling all over, grabbed Chi Xiaochi's arm and tightened it: "It's closer than before, she's here!"

Guan Qiaoqiao just took a bath, and the black spots seemed to faint on the paper, and the head, shoulders, and body all gave birth to a basic shape.

What's even more frightening is that at the moment of looking at the photo, she also felt a line of sight projected from the photo.

This kind of stare is everywhere like air, infiltrating into her bones, even if she escapes from the room, she feels that there are eyes staring at her from all directions.

It was a gaze that sent chills down her spine, with a satisfied smile that made her scalp numb, as if she was in front of a prey that couldn't be more agreeable.

Guan Qiaoqiao couldn't stand this kind of oppression, so she screamed and ran out of the room, and went to Song Chunyang as if she was running for her life.

Noticing the change in the photo, Chi Xiaochi was stunned for a long time, then turned around and twisted Guan Qiaoqiao's arm out of the room.

Many people have heard Guan Qiaoqiao's scream and went out to watch. Even the staff who are NPCs whispered and snickered.

Chi Xiaochi put her clothes on: "Don't stay here, sleep in another room."

Guan Qiaoqiao trembled nervously: "she's looking at me."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Qiaoqiao, calm down and look at me."

Guan Qiaoqiao's eyes turned back and forth in horror, trying to find the source of the sight, but insisted as if being stunned: "She is looking at me."

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Chi Xiaochi decisively slapped her face and said anxiously, "Qiaoqiao, calm down!!"

Guan Qiaoqiao was shaken by the sight, and even the pain could not free her from her fear.

Chi Xiaochi didn't hesitate any more, slapped her round and slapped her to the ground.

Guan Qiaoqiao was slapped and fell to the ground. She covered the corners of her bloody lips, and her scattered eyes finally reunited.

Chi Xiaochi explained to Xi Lou, "I see, this is called physical calm."

Xi Lou: "..." God is so physically calm.

After that, Chi Xiaochi shook his painful hand again: "It's cool."

Xi Lou: "..." Don't say it, it seems pretty cool.

Chi Xiaochi eagerly helped Guan Qiaoqiao up, but she seemed even more excited than her: "Qiaoqiao, didn't I tell you to move out of the room earlier?"

Guan Qiaoqiao, who was tortured by the sight and sweating, looked up at him absentmindedly: "You already knew?... When did you tell me?! Why didn't you tell me?!"

"I told you." Chi Xiaochi was just as nervous and panicked as she was, and a thin layer of water mist almost came out in his eyes, "I saw something wrong with the painting in your room this afternoon, and I couldn't find you. , I told Lao Yuan, and if I met you, I told you to move the room—"

Guan Qiaoqiao was stunned for a moment, and the chaotic thinking finally became clear for a moment.

... Yuan Benshan

When Song Chunyang came to find Yuan Benshan in the afternoon, did he ever tell him about it

Then why did he...

She was full of fear like a flood, and finally found a flood outlet, struggled out of Chi Xiaochi's arms, rushed towards the door that Yuan Benshan had been shutting, knocking and kicking frantically.

But when she rushed into the room, she found that Yuan Benshan was not in the room.

That gaze still followed her like a shadow, from every photo, every crack in the wall, every door and window.

She turned around in the empty room like a trapped beast for a few times, until Song Chunyang's figure appeared at the door, and she jumped up as if she saw a savior, lying on his shoulders and crying loudly.

Chi Xiaochi stroked her hair, but there was a coldness between her brows and a smile.

He had already sorted out many clues in his mind just now, and found some doubts.

When Song Chunyang was still alive, the balloon girl also came to him.

However, after Song Chunyang lost his eyes, he struggled alone in the dark for three whole days before he died.

It stands to reason that the crew has been filming for half a month. Song Chunyang was absent from the first three days of filming, and the death flag should have been triggered long ago, but why did he die on the third day

Chi Xiaochi speculated that on the first day they entered the crew, the balloon girl came to cast.

And three days is probably the time it takes for the balloon girl to have the ability to move and kill.

If Chi Xiaochi didn't guess wrong, the balloon girl had completely "stared" at Guan Qiaoqiao, which meant that Guan Qiaoqiao had at most three days to live, which could be used to fear and wait for death to come.

Now save a little effort and cry.

… It’s a long time coming to Japan.