Maybe it's not too late.
He stopped and stood on the cliff, thinking silently in his heart, although Deputy Director Jiang’s team has lost contact, although the Fengmen Pavilion is roaring around at this time, although the ghost-playing person has changed from an old lady to an old man, overall Speaking of, we still follow the direction of the script. In other words, there is nothing outrageous. Maybe everything can be saved, right
Thinking of this, Producer Wang felt that he could face Lao Yang again, sighed, and took out a cigarette from his pocket. The lighter lit up with a "patter", and suddenly a face appeared in front of his eyes.
"what-"
Producer Wang was taken aback. He stepped back and almost fell off the cliff. After shaking his eyes, he could see that it was Xiao Zhang.
"You bastard!" Seeing this man, the producer Wang was so angry that he threw the cigarette butt with his hand and pointed at Xiao Zhang and said, "What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm in a hurry. , Go to you in person, and Yang Ye, he has always been sleepwalking, looking for him to eat dry food."
After that, the producer Wang gasped for breath, but saw that Xiao Zhang hadn't spoken. For a long while, he looked up and saw Xiao Zhang standing there silently. The moonlight shone on his face with a cold white light, which was a bit crippled.
"What are you doing?" Seeing Xiao Zhang like this, Production Wang was suddenly a little scared and took a step backwards for some reason.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Wang." Xiao Zhang just said, with a strangely blunt voice: "I'm sorry."
Producer Wang gave a "tsk". He actually had something to say, but when he saw Xiao Zhang like this, he suddenly felt chilly. For a while, he couldn't say those words. Thinking about the live broadcast, the time should not be delayed, Yang Raised his hand: "The script, have you read the script?"
"I've seen it." Xiao Zhang replied stiffly.
"That's good." Production Wang looked at Xiao Zhang like this, and suddenly he didn't want to wait any longer. He just said, "It's good if you have seen it, then so be it. You hurry up to urge Yang Ye and just say what I said. What are you doing? Our crew invited him, not to let him eat, okay? By the way, that old Chen, you said he was robbing him of his age. It was originally a director’s play, so let him. This cameraman snatched it, what the hell is it?"
"Okay." Xiao Zhang stiffly lowered his head, raised his head again, and grinned at Wang Producer.
Production Wang originally wanted to ask the ghost to act, but when he saw it like this, he felt that Xiao Zhang’s eyes were blood-red, and his teeth were shining white, like... like entrenched. The wild beast that is gathering momentum will rush to eat people at any time. For a while, the aura flashes, hesitated, nodded and said: "Then you go."
"Go?" Xiao Zhang said muran.
"Yes, go back, Fengmen Pavilion." Wang Producer pointed to the back of Xiao Zhang. Maybe he had evolved. He felt that behind Xiao Zhang was dark and faint, like an unfathomable tunnel, but there was clearly a mountain road behind him. Going to the end of the mountain road is the Fengmen Pavilion.
When Producer Wang thought about it, he felt that his back was hairy, and he blurted out: "Who are you?"
"Who is it?" Xiao Zhang repeated his words mechanically.
"I'm asking who are you? You... What did you... What became?" Production Wang pointed at Xiao Zhang tremblingly, and stepped back: "I'm telling you, Xiao Zhang, the sky is clear, don't scare me. "
"Oh, you made a mistake, Mr. Wang." Xiao Zhang's voice finally eased, with a bit of popularity: "I am Xiao Zhang, aren't we making ghost movies? What are you thinking about?"
These words finally gave Producer Wang a bit of courage. He took a long breath and looked down at the moonlight rising in the mountains. He only felt a little funny. Why did he feel nervous when he came to shoot a ghost movie? That's ridiculous.
"I see." In order to show that he was not afraid, Wang produced a straight walk to Xiao Zhang, patted Xiao Zhang's shoulder, put his hand on Xiao Zhang's shoulder for a long time, his face was unpredictable, and finally smiled heartily. Get up-well, Xiao Zhang's touch is warm, so in any case it won't be a ghost, it won't be a zombie or the like, probably he is over-hearted.
Thinking about this, the production Wang's tone became stern again, frowning and critically saying: "Don't be stunned here, hurry up and follow my instructions, live it live, I can't afford to delay the time, can you hear me? ?"
"Okay, okay, Mr. Wang." Xiao Zhang nodded, nodding and bowing in as usual.
When Production Wang saw such Xiao Zhang, the more he felt relieved, his tone became more and more severe, and he almost reprimanded: "Go ahead, if it's delayed, don't want your salary in the past few months."
"Okay. Okay." Xiao Zhang seemed to be rushed by Producer Wang, and turned and walked towards the dark depths.
Seeing that Xiao Zhang was gone, Production Wang sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was mocking himself for how strange he was, but when he raised his head, he saw that there was no shadow behind Xiao Zhang in front of him!
"what-"
The director of Wang produced a "buzz" and yelled, his eyes went dark, and he passed out...
At the same time, the tent in the directing room suddenly became dark.
"Ah."
Everyone was staring at the screen, unexpectedly there was a power outage, and they couldn't help shouting.
"what happened?"
"Yeah, why did the power go out?"
"Is the generator out of power?"
"No, oops, don't step on my foot."
"Where did Mr. Wang go?"
"Didn't Mr. Wang go to Fengmen Pavilion?"
"what happened?"
"Stop making trouble, hurry, go find the generator."
"What kind of generator, quickly find a match, find a lighter, who has a lighter?—"
I don’t know where, a girl yelled. Soon, in the dark tent, "Puff" suddenly lit up, a face suddenly flashed out, and everyone shouted, because the person who came was not someone else, but just ran away. Out of the king producer.
The vast darkness, suddenly full of stars, illuminates everything at once, the two screens are constantly flashing, and the voice rang again: "Tsk tsk, I didn't expect you to choose A, aren't you afraid?"
Yang Ye stared at the screen with his chest in thought for a long while, shook his head, but didn't answer the question, just asked: "Seriously, I really don't understand why you forced me to make choices, and what's the use of choosing these? "
"Oh, you seem to have forgotten." The voice rang, as if mocking: "Do you know why you indulged?"
"I don't know." When Yang Ye answered this, his face was a little red. He had lost the memory of indulgence, but he felt that this question could not be refuted. Then it proved to be true, so... Why
The voice did not tell him, but said: "There is a reason for your indulgence, because you want to forget some things, and these things are irreversible, understand?"
"Oh." Yang Ye's eyelids twitched, and a painful tear surged in his heart. This tear seemed to remind him that those things do exist, so what
"Can you tell me? Oh, now I understand that that irreversible tragedy has something to do with what happened on these two screens?" Yang Ye felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.
"Yes, we deleted your memory, and then let you re-experience everything about that tragedy, but the ending... You have to choose." That voice suddenly lowered, with a touch of pity.
"Really?" Yang Ye suddenly regretted. He should choose B. B is just a variety show. That world looks like a comedy, and the world of horror experience is obviously a tragedy. Of course, he has to choose a comedy ending anyway. In order to avoid your own catastrophic ending, right? Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, stretched out his hand and pressed "B".
The screen flickered and fluctuated—