In the blink of an eye, it was the end of May, and the filming of Han Dong's crew was also coming to an end.
The remaining few scenes were more about night scenes, and they focused on Han Dong and Yu Ming, so the two of them lived a life of black and white.
Today was Yu Ming's scene. Although Han Dong wasn't involved, Han Dong still went with him.
After 11 o'clock in the evening, the car left the company. Han Dong glanced at the office building through the car window, and couldn't help muttering: "Wang Zhongding doesn't seem to have stayed up all night during this time."
Yu Ming replied casually: "It should be that work is not so busy, right?"
"How could it be? There are so many movies in the summer, and there are meetings and promotions, so I should be busier than usual!"
As soon as Han Dong finished speaking, Shen Chuhua, who had been yawning, suddenly became energetic.
"Yes, Mr. Wang is really busy during this time. He participated in an opening ceremony at 10:28 this morning. As soon as the opening ceremony was over, he flew to Hangzhou to attend a mentoring activity. He didn't come back until 5:11 in the afternoon. And non-stop..."
"Hey! Hey!" Han Dong interrupted Shen Chuhua, "Are you my assistant or his assistant?"
Shen Chuhua smiled angrily, "Gossip King is just my hobby."
"Then please don't neglect your business, okay? I don't ask you to remember my schedule so clearly, I just hope that next time I ask you to buy two meat buns, you don't buy me two catties!"
Shen Chuhua curled her lips, "It's not that I don't want to do things for you, but that you have nothing for me to do. Notify you of any, and you don't want me to help you with private matters!"
Han Dong was quite embarrassing, "What do you mean by notifying anyone? Isn't it because I have a shooting mission?"
"However, during the filming of the Li Tian Gang, they ran around to promote it! Even Zhang Xinghu appeared on TV every now and then."
The driver was worried for Han Dong, "It stands to reason that after you finished shooting the cover, there should be many advertisers and print media contacting you. Why did it stop so much?"
In fact, Han Dong couldn't figure it out either. After the filming was over, Mr. Nick even mentioned about cooperating again, but there was no news after that. As for any advertisers and print media, no matter big or small, no one seems to have approached him.
"Under normal circumstances, who would such a contact call be made to?" Han Dong asked.
The others said in unison: "Of course it's the manager."
Han Dong tried to call Wang Zhongding, but the voice message was automatically transferred again. This has happened several times.
What the hell is he up to
When he got to the set, Han Dong overheard Director Lu talking on the phone.
"Okay, don't worry, Mr. Wang, I will definitely take care of it for the remaining few days."
As soon as Director Lu hung up, Han Dong's voice of questioning floated over.
"Why did Wang Zhongding answer your call but not mine?"
As soon as the words fell, everyone cast puzzled looks at him: You even have to ask this? Isn't it obvious
Director Lu patted Han Dong on the shoulder and comforted him: "Mr. Wang's dislike of you is only temporary. Think about it, you already have a share of the items he sent. Although it is shrunk, it proves that it is no longer enough to treat everyone equally." It's far away. If you work harder, Mr. Wang should answer your call in the near future."
Han Dong, "..."
After a while, Yu Ming put on his makeup and the staff got ready, and the shot started.
And Yu Ming knew the leading actor Ma Bin in the play.
Ma Bin was lying on the bed with his brows furrowed, obviously suffering from a nightmare.
In the existing survey of "ghost press", many people have seen "unclean things". This "thing" may not be real, and most of the time it is the reality formed by the projection of inner consciousness. That is to say, the more you are afraid of seeing something, the more you will see it.
And when the male protagonist just fell asleep, he already felt that he was "pressed".
All kinds of terrifying thoughts began to drill into his mind, and anything in the room might be twisted into a scene of horror.
For example, the bed sheet in front of the male protagonist is severely torn open with a big hole, the hole is only the size of a tennis racket.
It is impossible for ordinary people to get out of this hole, but Yu Ming can.
In addition to his own advantages, it is also due to Yu Ming's hard training these days.
Because flexibility can create a twisted effect and also show visual beauty. To achieve outright terror, you must work hard on posture and speed.
That's why this shot was taken last.
Don't say that the male lead lying on the bed is scared, everyone on the set is scared.
I saw the top of a head rising slowly, and the scattered wig spread out on the bed.
Then, a pale face appeared in the camera!
At the same time, there was an arm twisted to the back of the neck, which brought out half of the arm. Then there was the blood-stained upper body, and when it got out, the two arms kept dancing against the joints.
If someone with distortion phobia sees this picture, he will definitely be in a daze.
Just when everyone was feeling strongly unwell, Han Dong was drinking blood beside him.
Blood is indispensable in horror movies, and now blood is mainly made of honey and pigments, and sometimes some spices. So Han Dong often asked the prop master to make two extra bowls, which not only fights fatigue but also cures constipation.
Yu Ming had already climbed onto the bed, hanging on Ma Bin. Suddenly, the waist rotated 180 degrees, and the upper body turned away from Ma Bin instantly, but the lower body remained the same.
Everyone covered their mouths, not daring to breathe.
Only Han Dong hid in the dark and recorded secretly.
It's so awesome, don't you want to play how you want when you have sex
Suddenly, there was a terrible roar in the silent room.
"ah-"
Everyone could tell that this roar was the fear from the heart.
"Crack!"
Just pass!
As the lights came on, all the staff applauded at that moment.
"It's been hard work." Director Lu went over to help Yu Ming out of bed, "It's amazing, completely beyond my expectation."
Han Dong hurriedly sent the secretly recorded clip to Xia Hongwei, then put his phone in his pocket and walked towards Yu Ming.
Zhang Xinghu came to visit the set from another studio, and when he saw a bloody man walking out with a pale man in his arms, he was shocked, "You two are really..."
Han Dong smiled, "You guys just finished work too?"
"That's right." Zhang Xinghu rubbed his arms, "You guys are so sinister, I got goosebumps all over my body as soon as I came in."
"Is there?" Han Dong didn't feel it.
As a result, an actress next to her also said, "Why not? I've been haunted for days. Especially when I'm playing with you, I have to have nightmares for days."
Hearing what she said, many people came over to echo her.
"Han Daxian'er, let's do a ritual."
"That's right, let's be more at ease."
Horror film crews have always been taboo about supernatural events. The reason why "The Exorcist" has become the king of horror films is that apart from the plot and special effects, another important reason is that many staff members and actors died bizarrely during the filming process, and the director also died. Suffering from schizophrenia. Although there is no evidence that there is a causal connection with the shooting, it is inevitable that shooting horror movies will hurt the body.
Han Dong went to seek Director Lu's opinion.
Director Lu said: "Everything else is easy to handle, but Mr. Wang..."
"It's past two o'clock now, Mr. Wang should not be able to." The photographer interjected.
Director Lu thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Han Dong made people who were not in a good state of mind recently sit in a row, especially those who had the experience of ghost pressing the bed. Make talismans for i and them to get rid of the hostility on their bodies.
The atmosphere was serious when suddenly a door was pushed open.
All eyes turned to the door.
Wang Zhongding's stern face appeared in front of everyone.
The room was so quiet that even dandruff falling on the ground could be heard, and many people dared not even breathe out.
Han Dong also looked embarrassed, he didn't come sooner or later, but he came at this time.
There was an incense burner in the middle of the room, Han Dong was holding a "treasure sword" in his hand, and everyone had talismans on their heads... Such a grand scene can't be concealed even if you want to.
Director Lu stepped forward with embarrassment, trying to explain to Wang Zhongding, but was interrupted by Wang Zhongding waving.
"Go on." Wang Zhongding said suddenly.
As soon as this remark came out, everyone was stunned, even Han Daxian'er, who was so predictable, was stunned.
Wang Zhongding sat in a row with the group of people who had been crushed by ghosts, and waved to Han Dong again.
"Go ahead."
Wang Zhongding didn't say clearly, in fact, he was more serious than anyone else, and he had been fucking Han Dong for several nights.
With Wang Zhongding's permission, Han Dong tossed harder. Babbling and dancing, like performing a stage play, Wang Zhongding actually endured watching it.
"Anything that entangles you will die under my sword."
The "treasure sword" in Han Dong's hand was waved in front of everyone's eyes, and it has been going smoothly. But when he arrived at Wang Zhongding's place, his arm suddenly felt cramped, and he couldn't swing it anyhow.
Wang Zhongding's eyes changed suddenly, is it real or not? It's not acting, is it
Just as he was thinking, Han Dong suddenly fell backwards.
There was an instant burst of laughter in the room.
"I said Da Xian'er, you little devil, how did you clean yourself up?"
Han Dong hurriedly got up from the ground, looked at Wang Zhongding fixedly, and asked, "Are you a ghost too?"
Wang Zhongding's expression turned cold, "Just teasing you."
Han Dong deliberately reminded: "The ghost bed is usually a sexual dream."
"It has nothing to do with me." Wang Zhongding still had that cold face.
Han Dong breathed a sigh of relief, "Is that so? I thought you fucked me in a dream."
Wang Zhongding's righteous gaze suddenly turned elsewhere.
Han Dong originally wanted to continue asking, but a puppet stepped in, forcing a distance between him and Wang Zhongding. And there is not one such person. Later, Han Dong wanted to take a look at Wang Zhongding, but someone deliberately blocked him.
"Hey, what are you all doing?" Han Dong couldn't help asking.
An actress said: "We are afraid that once Mr. Wang sees you, he won't want to stay here anymore."
Han Dong, "..."
Relying on Wang Zhongding's happiness today, Director Lu boldly said to Han Dong, "Since you can tell fortunes, why don't you figure out whether our movie will be a hit or not?"
Wang Zhongding didn't show any dissent or displeasure, and also turned his attention to Han Dong.
Han Dong pinched his fingers, and instantly showed an excited expression to Director Lu.
"It must be a big hit,,! The box office is not high, so you kick me away!"
But Wang Zhongding clearly saw a strange emotion in Han Dong's eyes.
Director Lu laughed loudly, "Mr. Wang, did you hear that? Even Daxian Han said that."
Wang Zhongding didn't say anything, just said: "Everyone has worked hard, so I won't accompany you."
As soon as he went out, Han Dong chased him out.
"Hey, did you push all my announcements?"
Wang Zhongding did not deny it.
Han Dong asked, "Why?"
"Keep your mystery."
After speaking, Wang Zhongding turned around and left.
Han Dong snorted coldly, should he keep my sense of mystery or your sense of mystery