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Jian Jing returned to the classroom, feeling a little uncomfortable. She was always afraid that her cell phone would ring or that there would be new task notifications in the WeChat work group.
It took her some time to realize that she was no longer a corporate slave, but a student.
Teachers don’t call the roll in college classes, so there’s no pressure at all.
This sudden leisure confused her, and made Jian Jing involuntarily have the illusion that "this world is pretty good."
"Jian Jing, did you receive the president's message? Do you have classes later?" a girl from the same major asked her, "We have all the equipment ready, and we will start the machine tonight."
Jian Jing thought briefly: the girl's name was Zuo Xin, and they were relatively familiar classmates and joined the same club.
The club is called "Mystery Club". There are about twenty people in total, and only seven or eight core members. In the past, everyone just got together to play Werewolf, watch movies and so on, but after the new president took office last year, they learned from their mistakes and decided to do something big.
Let’s make a mystery movie together.
The members found it interesting and agreed to the proposal.
Of course, shooting a movie is not an easy task. Even if you just do it casually, it takes a lot of effort. Many people give up along the way, but some people persist.
We have spent half a year preparing, and today everything is in place. The president sent a text message to everyone, notifying them to attend the opening ceremony.
Jian Jing was very interested and agreed: "I will go."
Zuo Xin smiled: "That's good, you are an investor, it would be unreasonable for you not to be present."
Jian Jing couldn't help laughing. The mystery club had limited funds and couldn't make a movie at all. The members racked their brains to raise 50,000 yuan, but it was still not enough.
Finally, as a "big shot", she generously donated 30,000 yuan to the society, and only then was the cost raised.
Although it is not so formal or serious, it is her first time to invest in a movie after all. Since she has time, she will definitely go and see it.
At five o'clock in the evening, Jian Jing arrived at the agreed location: the old teaching building of the school.
This teaching building has a history of several decades. The red brick walls are covered with green ivy, which makes people feel cool when passing by in summer. But unfortunately, because the building is too old, it is not convenient to install air conditioners, elevators and other equipment, and it is no longer used as a teaching building.
At present, the classrooms in the old building have been allocated by the school to clubs. Club activities such as the literature club, film club, and oil painting club are all concentrated here.
"Jian Jing, this way." The president waved at her.
"The investors are here, everyone must perform well today," said the cameraman.
The heroine was putting on makeup with a small mirror and ignored her.
The prop master was organizing the equipment and props. He said hello hurriedly and continued working.
Zuo Xin is translating the script. She is the screenwriter of this film.
"Hey." Someone patted her shoulder from behind.
Jian Jing turned around and saw Sadako in red clothes, with her messy black hair dancing in the wind, like a ball of seaweed baring its fangs and claws on the seabed.
she:"… "
"Are you scared?" The other party took off his wig and said with a smile, "This prop is very realistic."
Jian Jing asked curiously, "Are there female ghosts in mystery dramas?"
"It's an illusion." Zuo Xin answered, "The heroine's inner obsession."
"Yeah, I'm just a guest role as a female ghost." The other party said, "Let me introduce myself. I'm Luo Jun from the drama club next door, and I play the male lead."
"Hello, hello." Jian Jing updated her memory.
President Hu, male, is a senior student majoring in film and television. He is the new president of the mystery club and also the director of this drama.
Wang, cameraman, male, junior majoring in film and television, a veteran member of the mystery club, the cameraman of this drama, loves photography, and most of the equipment is his own collection. I don't know why, but he is a bit hostile to her.
Tang, a female sophomore in the journalism department, is a new member of the mystery club. She has a striking appearance, a proud personality, and uses famous brands of cosmetics. She should come from a wealthy family and plays the female lead in this drama.
Zuo Xin, female, is a junior majoring in Chinese. She is a veteran member of the Mystery Club and the screenwriter of this drama.
Deng Daoju, male, is a senior student in the Computer Science Department, a veteran member of the Mystery Club, and the prop master of this drama. He will also play a guest role as a passerby.
The male lead, Luo, is a sophomore in the acting department and a member of the drama club. He is the male lead of the play and also plays guest roles in other supporting roles.
Together with her, Jian Jing, a junior in the Chinese Department and an unimportant investor in the drama, there are seven people in total, making up the entire cast of the self-made mystery drama "Perfect Revenge".
The power-on ceremony was very simple. There was a pig head in the phone, fruits in the phone, a Guan Gong statue in the phone, and even the incense was virtual. Not a penny was spent.
After President Hu bowed in a pretentious manner, he could not wait to greet everyone: "Everyone, let's get to work!"
The plot of "Perfect Revenge" is very simple. There is a pair of twin sisters. After the elder sister disappeared mysteriously, the younger sister began to have nightmares in a distant foreign country. She frequently saw her sister appear beside her, covered in blood, and suspected that she had met with misfortune.
So, the younger sister returned to China, replaced her missing sister, and looked for the truth of the matter.
The scene to be filmed today is the scene where the younger sister goes to the classroom to look for clues under the cover of night, and the illusion of her older sister appears again to give her guidance.
It was late at night and the old teaching building was silent. President Hu approached each club one by one and asked them to cooperate in the filming. Finally, he got a picture of the old building in complete darkness during the day.
Miss Tang took a deep breath and tiptoed up the stairs.
The light and shadows were flickering, as if an evil spirit in the shadows could drag her into another world at any time. Silently, she looked up suddenly and saw a woman in red. She raised her hand and pointed at the classroom.
The heroine walked in and found the classroom very ordinary. The desks, chairs, blackboard and slogans all looked familiar.
But the next moment, bloodstains suddenly appeared on the snow-white wall.
Lines of blood were left behind, and one could vaguely make out "The one who killed me is..."
President Hu gestured: "Cut!"
"Ah, I'm so tired." Miss Tang put away her expression in a second and looked around, "Where's my bag?"
Luo took off his wig and moved closer to the camera: "How was the filming?"
"Give me the props, don't mop the floor." Deng Daoju snatched the expensive wig and carefully put it aside.
The terrifying atmosphere suddenly dissipated.
President Hu and Wang Weijia met their heads and looked at the small window, exchanging a few words from time to time.
"The expression is still a little stiff."
"I think it's OK. This is the first time for everyone to shoot, and the effect is pretty good."
Miss Tang rolled her eyes at them.
"People will definitely feel a little unnatural in front of the camera, everyone is like this." Luo suggested, "Why don't we take a break and try it again."
Zuo Xin raised her hand: "Jian Jing bought fried chicken and Coke, let's have a midnight snack first."
Cameraman Wang raised his head and said, "How generous! You are indeed an investor."
President Hu glared at him and said with a smile, "We're just hungry. Let's eat something together and discuss how to shoot later. I can ask the other groups not to come today to make room for us. We have to shoot enough material to avoid losing money."
After working hard for most of the day, the others were happy to take a break, so they moved over tables and chairs and each started to eat a piece of fried chicken.
Zuo Xin was most familiar with Jian Jing, so she asked her, "You took two days off last week. Is there anything wrong?"
"I'm sick." Jian Jing said briefly.
Cameraman Wang was fiddling with his equipment and didn't go out for supper: "Why did I see on the news that you committed suicide?"
Jian Jing pretended to be surprised: "You also believe the unfounded rumors of the tabloids?"
"They're not even tabloids. Several of them are provincial media outlets. They said your new book didn't sell well, and you were so depressed that you committed suicide." Cameraman Wang pushed his glasses up. "They made a lot of sense."
"That's the unscrupulous media." Jian Jing said calmly, "I published a new book, and they took advantage of the popularity. It's a common trick."
She looked nonchalant, which made cameraman Wang's jealousy obvious.
President Hu asked: "Are you just talking nonsense?"
"It's true that I went to the hospital. Everything else is made up." Jian Jing blinked. "It's like when a female celebrity goes to the hospital for a physical examination, people will say that she had an abortion. If it's not written in a sensational way, who would read it?"
Miss Tang said: "It's like this now. If you don't attract people's attention, you won't get traffic."
"Times have changed." President Hu sighed twice and called Wang, the cameraman, as if nothing had happened, "Come and have some food. What are you filming?"
Cameraman Wang said: "Behind the scenes, this is the first time I filmed today, so I'll keep some for the memory."
President Hu didn't want to force it, so he asked Deng Daoju: "Don't clean up, eat first."
"I'm going to wash my hands." Deng Daoju showed his dirty hands, "You guys eat first."
Miss Tang only ate one wing and said, "I won't eat it anymore. Fried food can easily cause acne." She wiped her mouth, saw the lipstick on the tissue, and stood up quickly, "No, I have to go put on some makeup."
"Luckily I don't need it." Luo ate with relish, "This restaurant is delicious, the chicken is marinated well."
They ate and talked, and then Deng's props, who had been neatly organized, joined in, and everyone talked about the next shooting content.
Zuo Xin said, "Let's shoot a few more scenes later, they will definitely be useful."
"You're right. It would be nice to take some aerial photos, but unfortunately we couldn't borrow a drone," said President Hu.
"There's a tree nearby. Can we climb up and take two photos?" suggested Mr. Luo.
After hearing this, Cameraman Wang picked up the camera and said, "I'm going to go outside for a walk." After that, he didn't care about anyone else and went downstairs.
After a while, his voice came from outside the window: "Lao Hu, come down."
"I'll go take a look." President Hu wiped his mouth and hurried downstairs.
At this time, Zuo Xin's phone rang. She picked up the phone and went outside to answer it: "Hello, Mom, I'm at school..."
The sound gradually faded away.
The remaining three people didn't know each other and they ate fried chicken and drank Coke quietly.
After an unknown amount of time, President Hu came up with a slightly wet shoulder. “It’s raining. We’ll go straight to the tenth scene. Actor, go put on some makeup.”
"Okay." Mr. Luo was also straightforward. He picked up his toiletries bag and quickly went to the bathroom.
Deng Props then got busy, restoring the previous scene layout.
About ten minutes later, the others came back one after another, but Miss Tang was missing.
President Hu was anxious, fearing that he would not be able to shoot again if the rain stopped, so he hurriedly asked, "Where is Tang Yuran?"
"Didn't she go to touch up her makeup?" Jian Jing asked curiously.
"It's been half an hour. Is it really necessary to wait so long?" President Hu said, "Jian Jing, Zuo Xin, can you go to the bathroom and urge her?"
Just as Jian Jing was about to agree, the familiar subtitles appeared again.
[System: New task has been released]
[Task Name: Murder Case of the Mystery Society]
[Task Description: On the night when the filming of the Reasoning Society started, Tang Yuran, who played the heroine, died mysteriously. Please help the police find the real murderer and bring the criminal to justice]
[Task rewards and penalties: 20 courage points for success, no penalty for failure]
Today we had classes on "20th Century Western Literary Criticism" and "History of Ancient Chinese Literature (V)". The former had final papers due, so there were only about 20 to 30 people in class. The latter had a closed-book exam, and the teacher called the roll, so there were about 40 people in attendance.
Jian Jing returned to the classroom and felt a little uncomfortable. She was always afraid that her cell phone would ring and there would be new task notifications in the WeChat work group.
It took her some time to realize that she was no longer a corporate slave, but a student.
Teachers don’t call the roll in college classes, so there’s no pressure at all.
This sudden leisure confused her, and made Jian Jing involuntarily have the illusion that "this world is pretty good."
"Jian Jing, did you receive the president's text message? Do you have classes later?" a girl from the same major asked her, "We have all the equipment ready, and we will start the machine tonight."
Jian Jing thought briefly: the girl's name was Zuo Xin, and they were relatively familiar classmates and joined the same club.
The club is called "Mystery Club". There are about twenty people in total, and only seven or eight core members. In the past, everyone just got together to play Werewolf, watch movies and so on, but after the new president took office last year, they learned from their mistakes and decided to do something big.
Let’s make a mystery movie together.
The members found it interesting and agreed to the proposal.
Of course, shooting a movie is not an easy task. Even if you just do it casually, it takes a lot of effort. Many people give up halfway, but some people persist.
We have spent half a year preparing, and today everything is in place. The president sent a text message to everyone, notifying them to attend the opening ceremony.