Due to the mirror image, the apartment building seemed to be divided into four, appearing in front of and behind the two of them.
Those who stood by the window of their room looked down at them with stiff and gloomy eyes.
This made Director An and Li Qiang suddenly feel small, as if two turtles were thrown into a pot, and all four directions were surrounded by eaters with knives eager to move.
They were so scared that their legs and feet became weak. It was too much to stand here for a second, but they didn't dare to take a step.
The smile of the ghost upstairs is getting bigger and bigger, and it is getting more and more strange and deformed.
Director An was the first to persuade him, he pushed Li Qiang behind him forward: "It's none of my business, the injustice is the one who has the debt, he is the one who murdered, it's his father who seals the grievance, and let the grievance flow back. They were the ones who killed the people behind."
"It's none of my business, don't come to me."
When Li Qiang heard that this grandson actually only wanted to protect himself at this time, he was naturally frightened and angry.
"Bah, you don't know what your idea of making a fortune is? You just plan to deceive a few unlucky ghosts to die. Why didn't you persuade the people inside to move out when you were so noble? If you want them to move out, the people behind you don't have to die. "
"It's really going to be settled, and half of the lives of you are behind your back."
Director An seemed to vent a little fear after shouting, but his mind became clearer.
He scolded with chattering teeth: "Shut up, what's the use of infighting now?"
"Look, they can only surround us here for so long, which shows that we have come here. We both have ancestral treasures on us, but we can't break this situation, at least our lives are not in the way."
"It's a big deal to spend with them. When it's dawn, they will always retreat. Then we will leave this ghost place and never come back."
Li Qiang calmed down and nodded, "yes, you're right, when the time comes, let my dad do the Fa again. Forgive these dead ghosts who can't make waves."
Thinking of this, those hideous and resentful faces don't look so scary anymore.
When You Qi heard their conversation, the ghosts standing at the window seemed to be even more anxious, but they were helpless.
The two became more and more complacent, and even provoked: "Hahaha, grandson has the ability to arrest your grandfather in."
"What's the use of standing on the window with your claws out? You're talking about you. Didn't you get your wife and children occupied by the little white face? You're so embarrassed to be a ghost, why are you embarrassed to take the lead."
"Little girl, why do you want to invite your brother in now? If I had known today, what were you struggling for when my brother entered the house? If you please, it would be nothing today."
"Yo yo yo! Are you angry? Do you have the ability to jump down and catch me? Oh, by the way, you are wearing a skirt. Did you jump down to show your brothers the style inside?"
As long as they break through that layer of fear, the two of them seem to be fighting more and more bravely. Seeing those ghosts trembling with anger but helpless, the two of them become more and more flirtatious.
"Come down, come down, grandpa is standing here, promise not to run, come down if you can."
The ghost who was full of anger and anxiety just now suddenly lost his expression and became stiff and weird, and then showed a weird smile: "This is what you said."
As soon as the voice fell, the two jumped down from the window and fell directly in front of them, just like the ghost dumplings above.
The momentary shortening of the physical distance made the two of them inflate with the same guts as a punctured balloon.
The two of them were like ducks being trampled on their necks, stunned like a cicada, their eyes were frightened, and their faces still had a smug and comical expression, but the whole person shrank like a chicken.
The ghosts around grinned: "We're down."
"Ah!!!! Ah-" The two of them squeezed together.
Seeing that the people around were about to gather, at this time, a small white-faced figure suddenly appeared at the door of the apartment building in one direction.
He seemed to be woken up by the movement outside, and he was still drowsy and impatient: "Director, why are you arguing there in the daytime? If you don't have any work, go back to your room and have a good rest. You don't even look at the surrounding neighbors. And you?"
Director An glanced at the gloomy sky, where was the day he called it, but he also understood that it was himself and Qiangzi who were caught in the phantom. In the eyes of normal people, it was obviously morning.
The little white face appeared in one of the directions, but he did not appear in the apartment buildings in the other three directions. This was the flaw in the illusion.
But now that he's here, Director An naturally can't trust Xiaobailian anymore.
Those ghosts obviously had a premeditated plan to deceive Qiangzi, indicating that they were also very clear about what they were doing, but why they were so friendly in front of Xiaobailian and them, as if they were not aggressive—this was also the reason why they were confused.
So Director An deduced that there is probably a ghost in the little white face, or those ghosts are more cunning than he thought.
If you easily believe that the place where the little white face appeared is the real apartment building, and flee in other directions desperately, it is very likely that they will fall for their tricks.
Director An showed a smile: "Grandson, if you want to deceive your grandfather, you are still a little tender."
As he said that, he ran towards Lu Qingjia regardless of Li Qiang, and said proudly, "Since there are fantasies around, the last place you want me to come over happens to be the way out of this puzzle."
Sure enough, Director An stepped into the apartment building in the direction of Lu Qingjia, and the figure of the other party turned into an illusion and disappeared.
The surrounding scenery also seemed to be shaken, and the familiar corridor structure in the apartment was distorted, as if to reveal the appearance before being disguised.
Director An's face became more and more smug, knowing that he had guessed right.
At this moment, Li Qiang came over and panted, "Cousin, you're going to run away and take me with you?"
The two turned back and saw the ghost in the open space staring at them unwillingly, gradually disappearing into a phantom.
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 about it. Don't you think we will run away?"
As he spoke, he saw the phantom that was about to collapse slowly consolidate, still presenting the scene in the apartment building in front of his eyes.
Director An frowned: "What's going on?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a voice from upstairs—
"Did you encounter anything happy? Laugh so happily."
Director An's scalp went numb, he slowly raised his head, and he saw in the stairwell on the second floor, Xiaobai-faced holding a coffee cup in his hand, his white shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, drinking coffee leisurely with a smile on his face Look at yourself.
"You, how did you—"
"How did I appear here?" Lu Qingjia smiled and walked down the stairs: "I am a living person, and where I am is the real direction of the apartment, isn't it natural?"
Speaking of that, Director Chong An raised his glass: "I admire the director's ability to quickly distinguish between friends and foes at a critical moment, uphold the vigilance of not trusting anyone easily, and quickly implement his decision with full confidence."
"This is a very important quality, and most people lack such courage and determination." Lu Qingjia smiled: "Just like An Dao didn't care how many innocent people sacrificed when he realized that this kind of murderous building could help him become famous. In terms of unscrupulous means to the target, Director An already has the qualities of a big man."
"It's just that these qualities have a prerequisite. They all require a clear and agile mind to make the right choice, and a long-term vision to weigh the pros and cons. Unfortunately, An Dao does not have these as a basis, and the essence is completely different."
"Those who are too stupid should not be too confident in their own inferences. Instead, intuition may be more useful."
Lu Qingjia didn't know when he had come to the two of them, with a warm smile on his face like a demon's invitation: "Look, isn't this the result? To even take such a foolish trick, the people in the building are really not successful. sense."
"I thought I needed to contribute more acting skills."
A simplified translation of these words, isn't it that Xiaobailian has already predicted his prediction
Director An's mind was blank at this moment, only the desperation of making a choice between life and death was declared wrong.
Several heads emerged from the stairwells on different floors, and they all looked like they were dying at this time.
One by one, their faces were black and swollen, or their bodies were dripping with blood. Among them, the cases of the five female ghosts and the female support girl were all sensational cases at the time, which showed that the scene was tragic enough.
It is strange to say that director Ming An and Li Qiang, one is the culprit of the murder, the other sits and watches several families break down. It stands to reason that seeing such a scene at least should not be visually uncomfortable.
But the horror and paleness on the faces of the two men showed that they were obviously not as daring as they were when they were evil.
Those ghosts grinned, and the voices sounded on all floors at the same time: "You guys are in~~"
"Ah—" Director An screamed and wanted to run outside the apartment, but at the door I don't know when the crew members who had been out to play came back.
Qi Shushua blocked there. Director An and the two wanted to rush out, but they didn't expect that it was the two women, and they were not strong enough to shake.
One of the female players pushed Director An back—
"What's the matter? Director! When the movie is at its climax, if your main character runs away, how will you film it?"
Only then did Director An notice that one of them was holding a camera in his hand, meticulously recording the current scene.
Director An's cold air penetrated into his spinal cord, and he stammered at the crowd: "You, you."
"We all know it." The actors said, "It's nothing more than trying to respond to the grievances of the ghosts in each house, and arrange the corresponding characters to do things that will irritate them, so that we will be killed by the ghosts. You can borrow it. With a real and supernatural gimmick to create the first of the whole genre, not to mention this gimmick alone, even if your movie is made into a piece of shit, it will be enough for you to make a lot of money."
"But grandson, you look ugly and think beautiful. With so many lives as your stepping stone, what the hell do you deserve?"
Director An was frightened, but at any rate there were people in front of him, and there was room for communication with people.
He begged for mercy again and again: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, brothers, I was wrong, I really don't dare."
"You see that nothing happened, and you don't have any real losses, right? I'll leave everything to you now. You can shoot the ready-made resources on the set. You can make money by keeping the films you shoot."
"You just treat me like a fart."
Lu Qingjia's voice came from behind: "What a coincidence, we think so too."
"Of course we started doing this too, otherwise why do you think I should invest?"
Director An's back froze, and he looked at Lu Qingjia in disbelief: "You, you already—?"
"Is this a very sophisticated conspiracy? You can find most of what happened here by searching the Internet, and the rest will be filled by asking the old men and women around."
"You specially arranged for us to play the most hated role of the grievances, and under the guise of tidbits, you compel us to adapt to the characters and do things that violate morality. Let's guess your entire script structure."
"I guess what you said about the unit drama mode movie is true. Your movie consists of five short stories. These five short stories all take place in an apartment building. They are molesting girls through perverts, gamblers not doing their jobs properly, and sexual perverts killing people. Reservists are on the move, thieves are addicted to drugs, scammers deceive old people with pension money and suffer retribution from ghosts, cheap and rude to show the core of a story that pays for good and evil?"
"Unfortunately, the irony is that this story, which seems to be generally positive, takes the lives of more than a dozen people as a stepping stone, and is essentially a tool to serve a greasy, shameless, stupid, poisonous, lustful middle-aged man and make him a fortune. ."
Director An listened to Lu Qingjia's words and connected with the inexplicable behavior of this little white face from the first day, and now he only felt that his eyes were blackened.
So he had already guessed his plan? It's just that he didn't choose to pierce him, and he even decided to invest more money to make the movie go smoothly.
No wonder this guy tried frequently on the first day, no wonder he threatened to help with the actor's ideological work, but the result was that he was repeatedly unlucky.
It's no wonder that his entire shooting plan was disrupted, and the pictures taken now are all a farce.
It turned out that this guy had long known how to avoid the anger of the Specter, but instead led out his plans step by step.
No, that's not right. Hadron will appear here, and I'm sure it's also his conspiracy.
After all, no matter how scary those ghosts are, it is impossible to directly order the woman to bring Qiangzi, it must be the ghost of Xiaobailian, and only he can afford the money.
Director An's teeth trembled: "It's all you, what do you want?"
"I haven't killed anyone directly, so it's impossible for you to convict me."
Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Of course, so in my script, I just want Director An to be my hero."
"As for what happened during the filming, Director An was prepared to devote himself to art. After all, this is what you have repeatedly emphasized."
Director An trembled: "What do you want to shoot?"
Lu Qingjia replied, "Comedy films, when you recruited us at the beginning, didn't you just say comedy films about small people in the market? I also have a beginning and an end."
"A wife-terrified man caught in a middle-aged crisis resolutely pursued 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 When he was a privacy prop, he was caught by the police mistakenly for a drug dealing scene, and he returned to the filming location exhausted physically and mentally, only to find that the actors were getting along well with strange beauties of unknown origin."
"Only then did the man realize that the filming location he rented was a well-known haunted apartment, so in the atmosphere where everyone was drunk and awake, he encountered a series of funny misunderstandings, and finally unintentionally led to the story of the real murderer of the year. "
"How is it? Although the script is not very refined, is it slightly better than your belly draft?"
As soon as Lu Qingjia finished speaking, people or ghosts around him immediately held stinky feet.
Especially the gambler, obviously his wife and children were won, and he applauded the hardest: "talent, my brother is too talented."
"Hey! Look at Sun Zha, my brother is not a professional, just pull your shit script and revise it a little and you can make a good script. With your fucking skills, you still want to make a movie, you deserve to be like this. It's been a mess for many years."
Director An couldn't hear him, he just felt his ears buzzing, and he couldn't believe that the movie he relied on to turn around was not only making wedding dresses for others, but also taking his own life.
He murmured, "No, it's impossible, there's not enough material, you can't make it out."
"Enough!" Lu Qingjia said, "I just learned editing, and it's enough to make a movie with what I have in hand."
"So Director An, you can finish it."
These words are like the death knell of death, and Director An runs away subconsciously.
There are ghosts upstairs and the door is blocked, but Director An still has a place where he feels safe in his heart, and that is his room on the first floor.
Because his uncle drew the runes in the same way, and with the things on his body, he could escape the catastrophe no matter what.
The two fled along the corridor into the house, and the people and ghosts in the back watched them without catching up.
Director An was suspicious, but 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 by the head of the bed. It is an old man with a terrifying expression, who stretches out his hand and wants to hold something that will not be dragged into hell.
Today, the statue is clearer, and the fine lines on his face are clearly visible. It is clearly his old uncle.
It was the last line of defense for him and Li Qiang to rely on.
An erratic and gloomy voice sounded from behind: "Go in, the immortals have been waiting for you for a long time."
Director An and Li Qiang slowly turned their heads. The last picture they saw in their lives was the sad, resentful and happy expressions of the ghosts who were directly and indirectly killed by them.
Lu Qingjia walked out of the apartment building and slowly finished smoking a cigarette. When he returned inside, the murals on the walls had changed from a single person to a group.
The ugly state of struggling before death, and there is a lot of comicality in the panic, which makes people laugh.
Then everyone took out all the materials they had taken these days, and started editing, dubbing, special effects and post-production work under the direction of Lu Qingjia.
How to say? It gave the impression that Lu Qingjia really wanted everything to be the same.
The shots that were originally shoddy, and even had poor texture due to sudden conditions, after he adjusted them in the later stage, instead showed a strong sense of substitution.
When the film came out, it really was the people who participated in it themselves, and they all laughed and laughed when they saw the story after the connection and reorganization in it.
"Mom, Director An's skills are really good. Look at his expression before he was beaten, and his perverted and funny look when he was scolding people for filming. The most amazing thing is his cowardly look at the police station."
"Brother, you are too talented. This movie is on the market, and it is above the standard in comedy movies. Except for some flaws in the shots, there is no way. That way he can't play."
"But you really use other lenses in series without any inconsistency."
That's how the movie was originally, with different editing ideas, it is very possible to edit two completely different stories. Lu Qingjia really completed a comedy movie that was downright tragic in nature just as he said.
At this time, the players heard the sound of the task completion in their minds.
Lu Qingjia said: "Where is this movie being shown? I have heard that in order to restrict players from accumulating wealth and converting points in the dungeon by relying on business talents, the player turned the dungeon into their own endless warehouse of points. ."
"I don't think you're so generous to me, are you?"
The horror game gritted its teeth: "The movie will be included by the game, and will be divided according to the box office and the producer."
Lu Qingjia nodded, which was within his expectations. It is said that because the player's manipulation was too sassy, the game has revised a lot of bugs after her.
The game must know how much information he got from Zhong Liyu. Naturally, it is impossible to give him such an easy opportunity, so Director An's idea at the beginning will not succeed.
It is impossible for those ghosts to appear in the cinema in the way he was filming, and the pictures that must belong to ghosts will be blank by then.
However, the game requires the player to finish the movie, and if this is the title of the game, it is definitely impossible to turn it around and throw it away as garbage.
Thinking of the huge underworld structure in the selection field, and that there may be more than one underworld of that size, Lu Qingjia knew where the ticket warehouse came from.
He smiled: "Do you need me to invest more money in publicity?"
"No! We have a complete announcement and distribution system, so don't worry about it." The game puffed.
When it's stupid? As soon as this guy stepped in and became a producer, he tied himself to the interests of the movie, the quality of the movie was acceptable, and he would not lose money just by dividing the box office. If he made additional investment, it was disgusting to give him the money. Not enough
There is also the use of the time difference in the world to harvest a large sum of money in the financial market, and it has not yet followed the liar to settle accounts.
It's even more arrogant than whoever was at the beginning. Anyway, whoever was doing business step by step at the beginning, this guy is really good. After smashing leeks, he is a sickle.
This mistake cannot be made now.
Lu Qingjia nodded regretfully and asked the game to regularly transfer the part of the box office share that belonged to Director An to his wife.
After arranging everything, I went back to the apartment and said goodbye to the reluctant ghosts.
At this moment, their revenge has been avenged, their hostility has disappeared, they are no longer trapped in the apartment, and they have already felt the call from the underworld.
Lu Qingjia left them a lot of things, plus his own soul coins, going to the underworld should be a good start.
It's just that the female ghosts were a little reluctant to give up Lu Qingjia, and the little ghost who thought he had a new father also cried sadly.
Seeing the opportunity, the gambler immediately said: "Son, don't cry, go to the underworld to buy you a toy car."
The gambler's wife pulled her son over: "Don't be too close, we don't have to see you when we leave the apartment, the underworld can't help but bet on drugs and pornography, it must be your paradise, if people die and debts are eliminated, our mother and son will not suffer from you. Tired."
Lu Qingjia also smiled and said, "By the way, have you forgotten about my temporary ability with you?"
Gambler: "..."
Meanwhile, 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 a light-colored prison uniform come out.
To be able to give birth to such a good-looking son, obviously Zhong's father's appearance can also be beaten.
Back then, in the Southeast Asian region, he was all-powerful, taking both black and white, and provoked thousands of obsessed and obsessed Chinese godfathers. The mistress of the enemy even took the initiative to join the enemy as his inner response because of her admiration for him.
Now that he is older, but also well-maintained, a person of fifty or so looks less than forty. No matter in appearance or body contour, it is no worse than that of young people, and even has more power and charm precipitated by the long-standing superiors.
Zhong's father has been a winner in his life, and his biggest failure is to give birth to such a dutiful son in front of him, which makes his ambitions cut in half and becomes a joke in the industry.
Originally, I didn't want to see this debt collection, but I have no choice but to invest in the construction of the prison now.
Seeing the unfilial son, Father Zhong was annoyed: "Why are you here again? Your father, I haven't died yet. When I die, it will be more interesting for you to visit the grave more frequently than it is now."
Zhong Liyu looked disapproving: "Dad, what are you talking about? It's only 20 years, and you were only in your early 70s when you came out. If you did well, you would be in your 60s."
"Look at the poor real estate man next door. He is still the president in his seventies. I know that you have a serious career. When you come out, I can also help you to start as the village chief. Let's climb to the top of the power step by step."
Rao Shi Zhong's father had done countless psychological constructions when he came out, but he was still angry when the dutiful son opened his mouth.
But the same topic has been debated countless times. He has to admit that he has a brain hole when he gave birth to a son. Sadly, he has not realized it for so many years.
So he swallowed the old blood and asked impatiently, "I don't want to talk to you. What are you thinking about today? Hurry up and get out of here."
Zhong Liyu's face flashed a bit of twist: "Dad, I remember that once my mother was not determined to divorce you, and she was so angry that she almost chopped you up, oh yes, the scar on your ear was cut by my mother at that time, or I took you to the hospital for a dozen stitches."
"But then it was over. How did you coax my mother back?"
The only person Zhong's father is willing to chat with his filial son is his wife. Hearing that, his face is not so ugly, but he puts on a smile.
Just when he was about to speak, he immediately realized that something was wrong: "What do you mean? Didn't you say before that mature parents have to learn to deal with emotional disputes by themselves and don't use their children as a shield? Why do you suddenly ask this now?"
Zhong Liyu said embarrassedly: "This, this is not to come to Dad to learn from you, although Dad, you have never done good things in your life, you are very brave - oh yes, I heard the prison guard tell me, you told Jin yesterday Uncle is fighting."
"No matter what, he is also your senior. He was sent to prison by you back then. You two have fought all your life, how come you still look like a primary school student in prison at the same age? I heard that you have formed a gang again. ."
Father Zhong's brain was suddenly benevolent, and he slammed the table and said, "Stop talking nonsense, what scriptures do you have when you have nothing to do? Or take the scriptures that are broken and reconciled."
Saying that, he took a deep breath: "Don't tell me you want to mess with that liar again, you char siu thing?"