After experiencing those experiences on the second floor, Yang Ye was really a little scared. Seeing that Xiaoying's expression didn't look like a fake, he asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiaoying shook her head desperately and pointed at Yang Ye's back. Yang Ye frowned and looked back—"Ah"
Under the candlelight, a terrible cat face man!
"Ah." What's the matter
Yang Ye took a step backwards in fright. He was about to stare at the cat-faced man to take a closer look, but he heard Xiao Ying scream from behind: "Ah, ghost."
Yang Ye turned his head abruptly, and saw a woman lying behind Xiaoying, with a long tongue out and wearing a school uniform. It was the female student who had just hung up on the second floor.
"what."
He screamed, slipping under his feet, only felt a pain in the back of his head, closed his eyes, and at the same time, the ridiculous voice rang in his ears—
"Yang Ye, have you found the truth?"
…
"Yang Ye, it's time for you to choose again." That voice rang out in the vast darkness.
Yang Ye stood in front of the two screens and stared, looked left, looked again, blinked, shook his head and said, "I can't tell, I feel a little confused in my mind."
"Ha ha ha." The voice laughed: "Then you choose, A or B, there is not much time left."
Yang Ye pondered and said, "You have completely erased my memory. I don't know how to choose. The time is all messed up."
"Okay, then I'll give you some memories." The voice agreed readily, and the blue light flashed on Yang Ye's head. Suddenly, something like this appeared in front of Yang Ye—
In front of the TV station building, a man with a sense of leadership was patting Yang Ye on the shoulder, and the two walked downstairs side by side while talking.
"Director Yang, I will ask you this time. This is the wish of their cancer patients, and it is also a good deed done by our TV station." The leader smiled and said to Yang Ye.
"Yeah, don't worry, President Cao, I will do my best and I will do it well." Yang Ye nodded quickly, his face full of excitement and eagerness to try.
When the leader heard this, the white and fat face suddenly shrank into a ball, his eyes could not be opened with a smile, and he raised his voice and said: "That's good, alas, people always have some wishes in this life. I didn't expect these cancer patients. His wish is to make a horror movie, and our TV station decided to record this show. It is also a kind of merit, right? Haha."
"Yes, yes, it should be." Yang Ye also seemed to be very excited, standing on the steps, the sun shining on his face, smug and excited.
…
"Isn't this a good thing?" Yang Ye suddenly became happy when he saw this. It turned out that shooting this documentary-style horror film was to fulfill the wishes of cancer patients. It doesn't matter what the row is, just happy everyone.
"Oh, no, if life is really a comedy, why do you degenerate in love?" The voice said with a bit of pity: "Director Yang, you... haven't you remembered it yet?"
Yang Ye was startled, and squinted. For some reason, something like this suddenly appeared in front of him—
Blood, all blood, and blood all around, like the scene of a car accident, there were stumps of dead bodies everywhere, blood gurgling on the ground, and a person in the bloody sky climbed up, carrying a camera in his hand, dumbly. Seeing everything on the scene, I suddenly laughed nervously.
At this time, the voice sounded again, with a taste of judgment: "Yang Ye, how is it?"
… "Director Yang? Director Yang? You wake up."
In the vastness, a voice rang in his ears, Yang Ye slowly opened his eyes, only to see a group of people surrounding him, with heavy breathing blowing on his face. It was Xiao Sun Yang Ye and the others. Old Chen's camera also pointed at himself, a face flushed with excitement, and said loudly, "Director Yang, Director Yang, you are hell, right?"
He blinked, sat up, rubbed his eyes, looked around, and saw that he was sitting in the hall of Fengmen Pavilion, with candles lit in a circle around him, shining the Fengmen Pavilion brightly, Xiao Sun Yang Ye They are standing in front of them, looking at themselves worriedly, and Old Chen sticks to himself and keeps surrounding with the camera.
"What's going on here?"
He avoided Lao Chen's entanglement, got up from the ground with a grunt, and looked around. He remembered... He remembered that an old ghost appeared, and then he went up to the second floor alone, saw a hanged female student, and finally got off. Lou, when I met Yang Ye and the others, it seemed... as if he saw the hanged female student again, and then... he seemed to faint.
"what happened?"
Yang Ye looked back at the crowd and saw that Xiaoying, Xiao Li, Huang Han, Xiao Sun, and Xiao Chang were all there, and they were about to speak. Suddenly there was a cry of "Woo" outside the door, accompanied by the sound of the wind, as if they were a This kind of ghost cried, Yang Ye was startled. He turned around and looked outside the door, only to see the moon star sparsely, reflecting the steps outside the door, setting out a bright brilliance, not far away, the shadows slanted horizontally, indistinctly seeming to be someone.
"Who is where?" Yang Ye thought of the experience just now, suddenly a little hairy, and asked.
"I don't know." Everyone said in unison.
Yang Ye frowned, raised his head and scorned the crowd. Seeing that under the light, everyone looked a little weird. He bit his lip and asked, "What are you thinking?"
"I didn't think about anything." The people seemed to have made an appointment, and they said in unison.
Yang Ye was stunned, looking at everyone, seeing everyone also looking at him, all with deep eyes, as if they had something to say. At this time, the room was quiet, only the candles around were swaying in the wind, blowing up the thick dust on the ground. Waves reflected the faces of everyone, and a gust of wind came over, making a quiet rustle, even Lao Chen didn’t speak, and only pointed the camera quietly at himself, and after a while, he pointed at the door. With a weird smile.
"Director Yang."
Suddenly, Xiaoying broke the silence and stammered; "You... why are you sleeping so heavily? We can't wake up no matter how we call it."
"Sleep?" Yang Ye heard inexplicably, and blinked his eyes: "No, am I in a coma?" He said, repeating his experience on the second floor: "I was telling you at the time. Through my own experience, I saw the girl student who was hanged and... I fainted inexplicably."
When these words were spoken, everyone was surprised to see them all together, and they all looked at themselves dumbfounded, as if they had said something strange.
"What's the matter?" Yang Ye frowned, what's the matter with these people? How weird.
"Oh, that's it, Director Yang." Xiao Sun reported in a cautious tone: "We suspect you are dreaming."
"dream?"
Yang Ye was startled, and looked at the people suspiciously: "What dream did I have?"