Wu Ling didn't reply to me right away.

There were so many things going on in the past two days that I went to bed at nine o'clock.

Fall asleep normally and your consciousness goes into darkness.

When I woke up, I found that it was dawn and the time on my phone was six o'clock.

No dreams, no anomalies for a night.

Wu Ling replied to me in the early hours of the morning, saying that they had returned to China. About the wound on my finger, they wanted to see me.

I made an appointment to meet her at work today.

Yawning and looking at the time, I felt sleepy again.

The wake-up alarm didn't go off, and I closed my eyes and wanted to take another nap.

The moment I closed my eyes, I felt that something was not quite right.

I opened my eyes and saw an unfamiliar room.

It's a venue somewhere, with beds on the wooden floor and stacked boxes and camera tools in the corners.

After a short period of surprise, I was able to see exactly who I was reviewing.

Director Otsuka.

I pressed my forehead.

It's really ghostly.

I'll have to go into the dream anyway and see what killed them.

I looked around, but I still couldn't see Ye Qing.

Someone entered the venue.

It is the male lead Furukawa and Ma.

Furukawa called Director Otsuka.

The director was looking at his mobile phone and sending a message to a big person he knew, wanting to solve these problems with the crew. That's all I can see from his consciousness and communication logs.

The director himself is a little absent-minded.

He was a little scared.

The bathroom was unlocked, and it was an incredible thing that all the women who bathed there were suffocated to death, and none of them escaped.

It's like the death of Mrs. Shimada and Taiki Shimada, like all the people who died in that inn.

The director looked at Furukawa.

Furukawa knelt down beside the director with a gloomy expression, "When can we get out of here?" This place is so uncomfortable. ”

The director waved his phone, "The police haven't let us go yet." The company is still dredging up the relationship. I just got scolded. This thing ......"

The director's mood is also irritable and depressed.

The producer is very dissatisfied with these things from the crew, and what is even more dissatisfied is that things are one after another, and more and more people are dying. It's disturbing.

This drama has become secondary.

If something happens to the crew again, the producers may be greatly damaged by this. Scandals and financial compensation alone will get them into a quagmire.

Director Otsuka is worried about his safety and his future work.

The two discussed for a while and learned about the relationship they could find.

"I'm going to ask Ms. Sakai and Ms. Yoshinaga to come up with a solution. That Mr. Nantian, maybe there is something to do. He's a foreigner, and he can probably rely on their government, the power of their companies,......," Furukawa said.

Director Otsuka nodded.

Furukawa went out first.

Director Otsuka was the only one left in the huge room.

What used to be a relaxing and independent space is now too empty.

Other staff members are still being questioned by the police, and some are reluctant to enter the enclosed indoor space, preferring to stay outside, in front of the police station.

Director Otsuka sat up and had a flash of inspiration in his head.

I saw his consciousness and remembered one thing as well.

Mrs. Shimada turned herself in once and was detained in the police station.

"Police Department!" Director Otsuka called out and looked it up on his phone.

He didn't find any basis on the Internet, so he could only call and ask people he knew, and all he got were vague answers.

Director Otsuka thought about it and recalled what the local police station looked like.

There is a local mascot at the entrance of the police station, a mascot sculpture in the shape of Jizo.

Director Otsuka slapped his forehead and stood up directly.

He stepped on the quilt with both feet, and when he took a step, he fell directly.

I felt the yin qi suddenly coming out and turned my head to look.

There was a man standing at the entrance of the venue, the same person I had possessed, and the third deceased, who was caught by the female ghosts and put into the high bridge under the house.

Takahashi looked at the director expressionlessly.

The director got up from the ground, and as soon as he looked up, he met Takahashi's eyes. He froze.

Takahashi walked in through the doorway, still covered in dust.

The director's eyes widened, "Takahashi...... Yes, it's Takahashi, right? You...... Did you escape? Ah, that's great......" he said dryly, nervous to the point that his body trembled.

Police have not yet recovered Takahashi's body. His body should still be stuck under the house.

In any case, Takahashi is a dead man.

I know the truth, and the director can guess the answer.

The director took a step back, "You're a little dirty." Let's take a shower and change your clothes. Yes. ”

His eyes rolled, and he could barely think in fear.

The venue is large and has two doors. One is where Takahashi now stands, and the other is behind the director.

Step by step, the director retreated.

Tick tock......

Hearing the sound of water, the director slowly turned his head.

The back door was opened.

Ono, who died in the washbasin, stood there, his hair and face dripping. He was equally expressionless, his eyes lifeless. Compared to Takahashi, his face was paler and a little wrinkled, and he looked like bread soaked in water.

The director trembled even more.

The two ghosts walked towards the director one after the other.

"Not me...... I didn't kill you! It's not me! Don't come to me! Don't come here! The director suddenly burst into a roar and rushed to the door.

The two ghosts were slow to move, and watched the director bypass Takahashi and rush out of the door. I flew along.

The door opened, and Furukawa stood outside the door, along with Miss Sakai and Ms. Yoshinaga.

The director had a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe, and stretched out his hand to the three of them, "There are ghosts!" Inside the room there was-"

His voice stopped abruptly.

The three men looked at the director with expressionless faces.

Behind the three of them was the woman I had possessed, the woman who had been forced into the hot spring pool by a cat and drowned.

The water on the woman's body spread on the ground, wetting the feet of three people.

The director's outstretched hand touched the cold skin, so cold that he couldn't help but wince.

But it was too late.

The three men reached out and grabbed the director's arms.

The director realized something.

I was even more surprised than the director.

I don't see any yin energy in these three people. They can also touch the director.

Are they humans or ghosts? Or is it something like zombies?

I was thinking that the director was already screaming and struggling.

It seemed like there was only one living person left in the whole house. His cry did not attract any scrutiny.

Takahashi and Ono grabbed the director's shoulders from behind.

"Director, I haven't finished filming this drama yet." Furukawa smiled a twisted smile.

"Let's finish this work together." Miss Sakai's sweet smile was gone, and her smile became very eerie.

Ms. Yoshinaga urged, "Let's go." It's up to you. Let's go......"

They pulled the director forward.

I saw the director's soul pulled out by them. His body fell all at once, smashing to the ground.

The director's shouting and struggling all stopped at this moment. The muscles on his face relaxed, and he followed in the footsteps of the other ghosts and walked out of the arena and in the direction of the mountain.