C1 1 there's a real ghost in the movie

My name is Guo Ning, I graduated from Chongqing University's School of Motion Picture Studies. Compared with the famous Bei Ying and Ying Ying, my tuition is relatively low and my teaching quality is average.

After graduation, it was like a series of newborn calves daring to pursue their dreams. Having just finished my career selection, I entered the current most popular microfilm industry.

In Beijing and Tianjin many film and television companies, used to all kinds of small and messy low-rent housing. Originally, I thought that suffering was the only way to succeed, but the end result was far beyond my expectations. The industry is filled with too many lies and deceit …

After a long period of frustration and shock, my self-confidence no longer swelled to the point where I could finally take a good look at my own abilities.

Rejuvenate, begin to study hard, in the lowliest position to get a lot of valuable professional experience. During this time, I was recommended by colleagues, cross-border creativity of a well-known commercial.

But you know, because of the benefits, in the end, I was pushed out of the main advertising team. After they shamelessly copied my ideas, they even gave me only five hundred dollars when they fired me.

Although my heart was in my throat, I didn't fail again. At least this would prove that I was useful. From then on, I worked even harder, confident that the olive branch would once again reach out to me.

However, the source of the horror of the wraiths' curses all began with my belief.

One night at midnight, I was still in the rental house, working through the night with my roommate's kayak notebook, taking notes of a curious ad bridge that I had come up with by chance.

The cool phone on the workbench suddenly hummed. An investment representative called me directly.

I fumbled for a cigarette and lit it, the butt flickering, and talked to the agent about the cooperation.

On the phone, I was thrilled, but also surprised that the investors had chosen such a subject. The film's plot is extremely gloomy: It tells the tragic story of a young man and woman who, in the early days of the Republic of China, sought to break through feudal evil forces and pursue true love, but ended up as a martyr.

Although it is not good, but I immediately said what was on my mind, "Mr. Chen, please forgive me for speaking bluntly! I don't think the subject matter is pleasing, and the expression is obscure and difficult to understand. In other words, this movie doesn't make any money at all. "

He said, "You just need to do your job well."

Clearly, this time, the investors were determined to film. Even the script and the location had been decided beforehand. In other words, there's not much room for me here.

But anyway, it was my chance to actually do a movie, and it gave me a chance to deduce the production process for the ad scene.

Plus, the investors actually promised to pay me a monthly salary of 100,000 yuan. Furthermore, after getting killed in the movie, they even offered me 500,000 Hong Kong dollars as a reward. This condition is simply heaven-defying, so I can't refuse. Because I desperately need the money to advance my dream of starting an advertising creative studio.

Fortunately, in terms of setting up a team and choosing a role, I can still barely finalize a few spots …

Without a doubt, the female lead's first choice is, of course, my university's goddess, Zhou Xiaoxan.

Although I haven't contacted her since graduation, I have been inquiring among my classmates about her. After finding out that she wasn't doing well, I contacted her immediately.

Exhausted with the agent, the investor even threatened to cut my monthly salary by the waist!

But in the end, I still managed to win over the female lead to Xiao Han. Because I sympathized with her bad luck, I deeply trusted her to be able to do so. And of course, there's another thing, you know...

After the contract was officially signed, the filming continued without pause.

According to the investors' request, we went to Kunshan City, Jiangsu Province, to shoot the main scenes in the ancient town of Zhouzhuang...

The old name of Zhouzhuang Chun Feng Li, so far preserved, is the Ming and Qing buildings, so its tone is gray. In Suzhou, where the green never faded and was always south of the Yangtze River, this gray sometimes gave off a gloomy and ominous feeling in my eyes.

During their first time in the ancient town, everyone was intoxicated by the beautiful scenery of the ancient painting. The shooting had been very smooth.

But then, with the bad weather pouring in and the filming cycle being infinitely prolonged, there was a long and terrible legend about an ancient town that spread through the crew like a plague, causing many people to be suspicious during the day.

As more outsiders discussed the plot of the movie, a shocking rumor began to spread: The movie we are filming is not for people to see at all, but for ghosts to watch!

More and more people are saying that we can't finish the movie because of the ghost. It was just like the troupe from the legends, where everyone died! Furthermore, this never-ending bad weather was the most powerful proof that the legends of death could reappear in the human world!

Later on, I actually noticed that since I entered the ancient town, as the filming neared its end, strange things happened to the crew more and more frequently …

The camera was always disturbed by an unidentified signal: the occasional half-life of an actor; the occasional close-up shot, where the actor's face was distorted and distorted without reason; or the addition of a long, pale hand to the crowd.

When the footage of the river was edited out, a long-haired female corpse appeared on the surface of the water far away! But the photographer Chen Lu clearly remembered that the river at that time was crystal clear and completely empty.

After that, the tape strangely returned to normal, making everyone think that it was Chen Lu who was trying to scare them. But what chilled me was that Chen Lu had shown me what might have been the dead woman's body on the river.

What's more, capacitances pointed to the microphone, and were always recorded in the chattering, staccato sounds of women singing. This made everyone connect the dots. It was said that the troupe of people from the legends had all died …

In the editing room, the actor's hearty laugh suddenly turned into a sinister laugh. As for the actress, her soft sobs were turned into mournful sobs on the computer screen!

Later on, some of the actors, too, would have strange situations that they themselves would have to deal with from time to time.

The most obvious is Xiao Han, at the end of the film, her spirit began to become more and more dispirited, and the mood also showed an indescribable uncertainty.

And, to my displeasure, she had repeatedly, in an evil way, asked me to cut out the end of the film and reverse the tragic end of the story.

I explained to her more than once that this ending was agreed upon by the investors in the contract, and that it was impossible to change it …

...

Deep in the night, rows and rows of black willow trees cast their shadow over the mist. The loose black clouds covered the moonlight, making me feel uncomfortable all over. "Huu."

The air was filled with an irritating coldness and dampness, so cold that one could squeeze out water from it.

According to the script, the scene we are about to film is a scene of a couple crying bitterly on an old bridge in the night after a passionate dialogue.

Perhaps it was because of the wind and sun, but even during the day, the entire bridge was a mottled black color. Even though it looked ancient and ancient, it exuded a lifeless and cold aura as it emitted an indescribable sense of desolation and deathly stillness.

The sky was abnormally dark, and there were very few people walking on the paths on both sides of the stone bridge. With the help of the light cast by the movie set, one could faintly see the stone bridge, the buildings, the shadows of the trees, and the waning moon in the dark clouds reflected in the water. The image of the unhurried night wind stirring the water was blurred and flickering, like a long black silk that rippled in the wind.

The night was beautiful, but the filming didn't go well. In order to hold their heads and cry over the plot, the male lead, Wang Sen, who was standing on the bridge, cried a hundred times. However, Xiao Han's emotions were unable to develop properly, causing the filming to enter a stalemate.

"Zhou Xiao Han, are you sure you can pass this?" I picked up the megaphone and stood not far from the bridge, shouting, deliberately hiding the fact that I was always taking care of Xiao Han from the rest of the crew, lest they point fingers behind her back.

"Sorry, Director Guo. Can you give me another five minutes?" "Sorry …" Xiao Han apologized profusely. Her blue qipao trembled under the moonlight. The night wind caressed her hair, making her look pitiful. She appeared very humble in front of everyone.

I gave her a helpless look, wanting to add a few words of criticism...

But she suddenly caught a glimpse of a crimson curtain floating in the air behind Xiao Han on the dark ancient bridge.

What!

What is it?