An idea crossed his mind.

The entire bamboo hut is probably surrounded by these tricks!

Qian Cang immediately changed direction and ran towards the window.

In any case, he had to take a gamble.

"Why is the word 'death' following me?" Qian Cangyi couldn't help but think back to the note he saw in the conference room.

He's not a conspiracy theorist, but the critical situation at hand forces him to connect the two.

Could it be premeditated that he was treated to such a degree?

Time began to flow again, and Qian Cangyi had already reached the window.

He pushed the window open.

The evening breeze whistled.

Qian Cang grabbed the window edge with both hands and was about to jump out of the window, but he saw a strange scene under the moonlight.

On the floor in front of the house, the moonlight was as bright as a silver platter.

In the gap, a distinctive black color overflows.

After the black leaves the gap, it merges into a new word - "kill".

At this moment, Kazuchi Qian really appreciated the diversity of languages.

Under the moonlight, on the floor, the word "killed" sitting quietly in the center.

As soon as Qian Cang stopped at the window, once he jumped down, no matter where he jumped, the word "kill" would inevitably stay at the landing point.

The word "death" in the back is sliding up along the wall, not as fast as before, as if it has eaten the money and has no way to escape at this time.

In a few seconds, whether it is "death" or "death", any touch of the skin, death will be a foregone conclusion.

"Jump!" A shout came from afar.

Qian Cang looked ahead.

In the distance, Hawkeye's figure was standing at the edge of the bamboo forest.

Ahead, a bald eagle was swooping towards him, like a warplane.

This bald eagle is none other than the eagle-eyed spirit of Hawkeye.

The Eagle Spirit approached and released its claws, and a black object landed on the ground.

A squeaky sound came.

Qian Cang looked down and found that there was an extra mouse on the original word "kill".

The rat was lying on the ground, its small black eyes twinkling, and it wanted to run away in a panic.

However, when it rolled over and was about to escape, the word "kill" was already attached to its back.

The rat ran a few steps, tilted its body, fell to the ground, and lay motionless on the ground.

Qian Cang landed not far from the mouse, his knees bent, and his right hand on the ground.

By the time the momentum on the ground had completely dissipated, the rats were already dying.

Qian Cangyi stomped his right foot and quickly ran in the direction where Hawkeye was.

After doing this, the bald eagle did not stop moving, but flew to a corner outside the bamboo hut.

There was a bamboo basket in the dark corner, and there were a dozen mice in the bamboo basket.

"What's going on now?" As soon as Qian Cang got closer, Hawkeye asked.

"All of them have been hit, but they are not in danger of life for the time being." Qian Cangyi leaned his back against the bamboo, and turned his head to look behind him as he spoke.

Whether it was the word "death", the word "kill", or the word "poison", he didn't catch up, at least, he didn't see it.

Hawkeye's face was calm, and he said:

"It's good that people are still alive."

"These 'tricks' are aimed at life, and I have already thought of a way to deal with them - to use rats to withstand their attacks."

"In this world, I can manipulate the Eagle Spirit at will, don't worry."

While Hawkeye spoke, the Eagle Spirit was going back and forth between the bamboo basket and the house.

I saw the bald eagle moving flexibly between the two places, and the mice on its talons were thrown one by one to the place where the tricky "word" appeared.

"It's Hawkeye!" The tone of the shadow puppet play is excited.

The mouse landed on the word "death" with precision, successfully attracting the attention of the word "death".

After that, the bald eagle throws the mouse at the shadow puppet show.

The shadow puppet show found the word "cold" on his body through the mirror.

After grabbing the mouse, she touched the word "cold" with the mouse.

In the mirror, the black word "cold" gradually shifts to the mouse.

When the word "cold" is completely transferred to the mouse, the shadow puppet plays the mouse and throws it on the ground.

The rat fled as soon as it hit the ground, but the cold slowed its movements.

When the shadow puppet shows that this method works, he immediately runs to the fable.

As the bald eagle threw the mice one by one on the shadow puppet puppet's hand, the shadow puppet quickly helped the remaining actors transfer the trick after taking the mice.

A few minutes later, Qian Jiangyue and the others all left the hut.

The members of the Hell Journey back stood at the edge of the bamboo forest, and everyone let out a long breath.

"What the hell are these things?" Fable touched his eyes, he was impressed by the blindness just now.

The crowd turned their eyes to Hawkeye, hoping for an answer.

Hawkeye shook his head, stretched out his right hand so that the eagle spirit landed on his arm, and then replied:

"I don't know."

"At night, I asked the eagle spirit to warn, and it turned out that I found the strange word 'poison', so I chose to jump out of the window directly."

"The word 'poison' followed me to the bamboo forest, and after encountering a panicked mouse, it attached itself to the mouse, and after that, the mouse seemed to be poisoned, foaming at the mouth, and life and death were unknown."

Hawkeye briefly explained his situation.

"Strange, isn't the Eagle Spirit controlled by you? Is it possible to give a separate warning? The fable was puzzled.

"The skills have changed a little." Hawkeye didn't say much.

Qian Cang's brows furrowed, realizing that the situation was not as simple as Hawkeye said.

Qian Jiangyue and others were recruited without knowing it, even Qian Cangyi, it was because of a coincidence that he found out, of course, considering the unique status of the word "death", it cannot be ruled out that the hell movie deliberately gave him a chance.

The problem is that the lethality of the word "poison" is only slightly worse than that of the word "death".

Judging by Hawkeye's description, he was constantly spying around.

Eagle Spirit's ability to sentry alone can indeed be explained, but Qian Cangyi has another idea in his heart.

It may be true that the Eagle Spirit can be a lone sentry, but the Eagle Eye is also always on the alert.

This vigilance is not for the movie "Joint Investigative Society", but for everything, including the real world in which Hawkeye lives.

Combined with the anomalous performance of Hawkeye in the Overworld.

Although there is no clear evidence, it has pushed Qian Cangyi's suspicions to the peak.

Hawkeye is also in danger in the real world, living in danger all the time as he is in the movie world.

That's why he's so vigilant.

The tour some time ago can be considered very relaxed, and even so, it did not make Hawkeye relax even a little bit of vigilance.

What exactly happened to Hawkeye? Or did he do something?

Qian Cangyi took a deep breath.

"What are we going to do now?" Little Drill Wind asks questions.

"Withdraw first?" The shadow puppet player glanced down at his own blue shadow.

Although this small film is a movie collection, there will be sequels, and there is a connection between them, but there is no need to worry about future films inheriting the previous injuries.

No matter how many injuries you have this time, as long as you return to the main world, the next time you participate in the performance, the injuries on your body will heal directly, and you don't need to use special props to heal them.

Naturally, there is no need to explain to others why the injury will recover.

Because that's the setting.

As a small film, this is a very obvious advantage.

"Don't forget our commission, perhaps, the hundred-year-old thief Dong An wants to find is these weird words." Qian Jiangyue did not agree with the idea of leaving.

"Yes, but ...... It's too dangerous. The little drill wind wanted to speak and stopped.

"Wealth is in danger." Qian Jiangyue looked at the bamboo hut.

"Vote!" The parable raised his right hand.

Qian Jiangyue snorted coldly and said disdainfully:

"How ignorant would it be to choose voting to decide on a plan?"

"There's only one time when voting is useful, and that's when you don't know which restaurant to go to."

"The benefits of the Joint Investigation Association are not as simple as you think."

"After the first performance is stabilized, we will continue to invite them based on feedback."

"Once the audience stickiness is formed, it means that we don't need to deduct the reputation value when we participate in the "Joint Investigation Association" movie series in the future, but there will be a small increase."

"In terms of salary, it is naturally impossible for formal films to compare with small films."

"I guess that after the end of this small movie, the salary you will get is 50% of the official movie you participated in, only a little more."

"The only problem is that we need to solve this commission at hand."

Small movies are not the same as formal films.

If the official movie is under the arrangement of hell movie, something must be done, then the small movie is not.

Assuming the Hell Return team is willing, they can stay in the offices of a typical firm or continue to take out a loan.

There will be no interference or even punishment for doing so, but when the settlement is settled, the reputation will definitely be heavy, and the remuneration will not be much.

"Really?" Fable did the math by heart.

"But......" Xiao Zhuanfeng glanced at Qian Cangyi, and when he saw that the latter did not speak, he did not say more.

"Do you have a plan?" Qian Cangyi asked.

There is some truth in what Qian Jiangyue said.

Let's say that a formal film is a metaphor for a formal job, then a small movie is similar to a part-time job.

Most of the part-time jobs offered by Hell Movies are one-time part-time jobs, and this movie set is equivalent to providing a stable part-time job.

Although stable, it does not require long-term participation, but provides an opportunity to choose.

In today's period when small movies are in demand, an opportunity is even more precious.

However, as soon as Qian Cang finished asking, he found that something was wrong.

Qian Jiangyue seemed to have been waiting for this sentence, and after he heard it, he turned his head, and his eyes lit up.

Qian Cang took a step back, and his instinct told him that the situation was not good.

……

Three days later.

Typical firms.

Dong An received a call saying that the commission had been resolved, so he hurried over.

For this commission, he asked more than a dozen firms, but the result was either perfunctory, or after providing some counter-evidence materials, he informed that he could not continue the investigation.

The typical firm is one he finds out of extreme reluctance, and in fact, if he hadn't had enough time and money, he wouldn't have searched for answers.

After Dong An came to the door, he straightened his collar and then rang the doorbell.

Fable opens the door and invites Dong An to take a seat in the living room.

After Dong An sat down, he heard a clear and audible voice coming from the office.

"Words are images or symbols that record ideas, communicate ideas, or carry language."

"Words can penetrate time and point directly to people's hearts."

"Even after a thousand years, people today can still see the scene of the past in the verses."

"Two yellow orioles are singing green willows, and a line of egrets is in the sky."

"Such a vibrant beauty, even if I read it now, I can still think of the picture that Du Fu saw."

Dong An turned his head to look, and he had a feeling that the words coming from the office were for himself.