Yu Jing came running in search of the sound, and the old man shrank behind him like a little chicken, angrily: "Didn't you say you won't make ghost movies?"
"Ah, there's no ghost, it's a mechanism." Yu Jing explained helplessly.
The old man looked at the puppet with a look of despair: "Can I apply for a replacement?"
It is impossible to change people. Yu Jing will not disrupt the shooting plan. Fortunately, Xu Yuanbo just talks and usually stays with Yu Jing. If Yu Jing has anything to do, he will go to Wu Yue.
Half a month later, Yu Jing's film began to be edited and submitted for review.
The film is scheduled to be released at the end of October. At this time, there are more than fifty film and television dramas from the Han and Tang Dynasties on the Internet, and the audience's comments have gone from howling at the beginning to being rebellious now.
Even fans were discouraged when they learned that Yu Jing's Tang Dynasty film was about to be released.
[Director Jing, I can’t watch anymore. Now that I see Han and Tang movies, I feel like vomiting. 】
[From the love-hate relationship between Li Shimin and Guanyin Maid to the tit-for-tat confrontation with Li Jiancheng, I have seen all kinds of grievances and grievances, and they can be seamlessly connected. Who can be more miserable than me. 】
[Director Jing’s shooting was too slow, and now I can only smell the exhaust. 】
[Don’t worry, Director Jing, we will definitely support you. 】
On the day of the release, fans reluctantly grabbed a ticket, and felt even more tired when looking at the page showing successful purchases.
At the entrance of the cinema, the audience walked in silently and were not as noisy as before.
Some people had eye masks in their pockets and were going to the cinema to catch up on some sleep, as if they didn't intend to watch the movie.
Seeing this situation, many anti-fans gloated about the misfortune, but they never expected that Yu Jing would be where he is today.
Fortunately, Yu Jing has a lot of fans. Even if she doesn't want to watch the movie as often as before, the theater can still be packed on the day of the premiere.
Someone muttered: "Di Renjie's Wooden Puppet has such a hard-to-pronounce name."
The person next to him nodded feebly: "Di Renjie seems to be an official from the Tang Dynasty. It seems that he is telling stories about the court again, alas."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was a mask of pain.
Forget it, give Director Jing some heat, they should just sleep/play with computer/games.
As the show time came, the cinema instantly went dark, with only the light of the big screen illuminating the tired expressions of the audience. Someone took out a blindfold from his pocket and prepared to put it on himself.
In the quiet streets, people have fallen asleep, and occasionally a dog barks.
A four-story building appeared in front of everyone. There were dim lights swaying on the first floor of the building.
A watchman yawned and walked on the deserted street. He raised a small wooden hammer and knocked on the clapper, then struck a gong, and shouted with great energy: "The sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of the candle."
Two dark figures appeared on the window paper of the small building. They seemed to be a man and a woman.
With a swish sound, the female figure took out a dagger and stabbed the male figure in the chest. Blood spattered on the window paper, and the man fell down helplessly.
The watchman's eyes widened, a chill spread from the soles of his feet, and the cold night wind made him tremble all over.
Squeak——
The door of the small building was blown open by the night wind, and the blood on the ground made the watchman go limp and kneel on the ground.
The deceased was a male, his eyes were wide open, and he was lying on the ground staring at the watchman with an expression full of resentment.
As for the murderer...
A puppet was sitting on the bench, holding a murder dagger in his hand. Two drops of blood slowly slid down his beautiful face, looking at him with a smile.
The shrill voice echoed throughout the town.
"It's killing people! The puppets are killing people!"
Chapter 153
The first scene at the beginning of the movie was like being suddenly doused with ice water on a hot summer day. It not only drove away their tiredness, but also made them shiver from the cold.
The audience froze there, their hands at their sides trembling slightly.
Their sleepyheads were scared away.
"I remember, Director Jing said this was a Tang Dynasty movie..." the man said weakly, clenching the eye patch in his hand, his face was bruised and purple and finally turned black.
"That's right, Di Renjie was a well-known good minister in the Tang Dynasty. He served as prime minister twice." The woman next to him explained dryly.
This person appears in popular science videos.
Hearing this, the guy with the eye patch collapsed even more. He pointed at the screen and complained to the woman: "But why is there supernatural power in the Tang Dynasty? The puppets are killing people!"
After watching too many horror movies by Yu Jing, a small puppet killing people couldn't scare him. The reason for the collapse was that the movie was different from what he imagined.
I originally thought it was an elegant and delicate porridge side dish, but what I served was the incredibly spicy devil pepper.
The woman obviously thought about it with him. She was silent for a moment and said weakly: "Maybe...the fantasy of the Tang Dynasty?"
The guy with the eye patch covered his face and didn't speak for a while. Then he raised his head and looked at the audience in front, back, left and right.
The audience swept away their previous decadence and looked at the big screen with bright eyes, expressions of excitement and anticipation.
They pointed at the big screen and whispered——
"Puppets kill people, do they have souls attached to them?"
"Damn it! There is only the silhouette of the window and no picture. It is full of mystery. It is indeed Director Jing!"
"Looking at the watchman, I suddenly thought of the salesman led by Baigui Yexing Jing, help me."
"I like drama, and I also have some knowledge of opera. This puppet seems to be a Hua Dan. Look at its joints. It can move."
…
The watchman's shrill screams echoed over the streets for a long time, scaring the merchants so much that they turned off their lights, sealed their windows and hid under their beds for fear of getting into trouble.
In the majestic city, at the feet of the emperor, a murder unexpectedly occurred, which quickly alerted the imperial guards and Dali Temple.
The Imperial Guards with serious faces and swords at their waists surrounded the small building, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
"You said the puppet killed him?" Di Renjie, the current Shaoqing of Dali Temple, called the watchman to him and asked in a deep voice.
The watchman was shaking like chaff and did not dare to look at the deceased. He trembled and swore to the sky: "Sir, I saw it with my own eyes. The puppet killed this man with a dagger! The dagger is still in the puppet's hand. This always happens. You can’t fake it!”
As soon as these words came out, the Imperial Guard couldn't help but look at him, and the scrutiny in their eyes was chilling.
A group of solemn and solemn men still held knives in their hands, and the dead eyes of the dead flashed from time to time. The watchman wished he could faint directly, rather than suffer the torture here.
At this time, Wu Zuo wiped the blood on his hands and nodded slowly to Di Renjie: "Sir, the deceased was stabbed through the heart and died on the spot. The murder weapon was the dagger in the hand of the puppet."
Di Renjie frowned when he heard this. Seeing that the watchman was shaking as if he was going to faint, he signaled to his men to take him back to Dali Temple first.
The sky in the east is turning white, and occasionally you can hear the crow of roosters. This street is the most prosperous and lively place in the West City, and businesses are about to open their doors.
The small building is called Chunyi Building. There are countless fine wines in the building, especially Chunri Zui, which is highly sought after by dignitaries in Chang'an City.
Puppet murder is too weird, and the corpse cannot be left here to cause panic.
"Someone, take the deceased and the puppet back to Dali Temple."
The puppet sat quietly on the bench, with a pair of beautiful eyes looking at it mercilessly, and two drops of blood added to its charm.
When the attendant went to hug it, the puppet's head moved slightly when he bumped into it somewhere.
"Sir, it's moving!" The attendant screamed and crawled away.
Master Wei Song frowned. He didn't expect that a small puppet would cause such a fuss among his followers.
"The joints of this puppet are flexible, just like ordinary people. It just uses a mortise and tenon structure. There is nothing to be afraid of."
The attendant swallowed his saliva and went to move the puppets with trepidation. The puppets were tall and made of wood, so they were very heavy and had to be carried back by two people.
The master sent the investigation results to Di Renjie.
"Sir, the deceased was Ding Bing, the shopkeeper of Chunyi House. The cause of death was excessive blood loss. There were no traces of the second person at the crime scene, only two pairs of footprints, one of which was compared to a puppet."
Di Renjie lowered his eyes and said nothing, as if he was asleep. Suddenly, he smiled and asked: "Sir, do you think this case was a puppet murder?"
Wei Song shook his folding fan, but smiled and said nothing.
The next day, Di Renjie came to Dongshi with his guards and master. The bustling streets were full of whispers.
Passers-by stood in the sunshine, as if this could dispel the coldness all over their bodies.
"I heard that the shopkeeper of Chunyi Tower was killed by a puppet!"
"Really or not, how can a puppet kill someone? It doesn't move."
"Hey, the news has spread all over the West Market. How can I still lie to you? Maybe I have done too much harm and the wronged soul will come to take revenge."
Everyone looked panicked, and the timid ones decided not to go out in the next few days.
Master Wei Song frowned: "Sir, this case must be solved quickly, otherwise as time goes by, rumors will spread everywhere, which will be detrimental to public security management."
Di Renjie naturally understood this truth.
He led his two right-hand men to a puppet theater. The theater that used to be bustling with people was deserted today, with not a single guest in sight.
"Old man, are you open today?" Wei Song asked with a smile.
The old man guarding the gate was upset. When he saw the three people dressed in extraordinary clothes, he could only smile and make an excuse: "Sorry, today is the day for the puppets to be lit. Please come back tomorrow."
Di Renjie became interested: "What is the consecration?"
The old gatekeeper waved his hand to drive him away, and the guard Chen Yu quickly showed his badge.
The class leader hurried over and welcomed Di Renjie and his party in.
The class leader told him honestly: "Sir, I wonder if you have ever heard that the eyes on paper figures are not beautiful. If you don't remember the King of Hell's invitation?"
Di Renjie stroked his beard and nodded slowly: "I have heard of it."
"Puppets are just the opposite. Every time a puppet is made, the troupe will consecrate them and put their eyes on them. Once the eyes are put on them, they can have thoughts and sing for everyone on the stage." The troupe leader muttered.
Di Renjie and his master looked at each other and followed the class leader to the backyard. On the altar were three puppets, about half a person tall, with vivid facial features that could even blink their eyes.
The person in charge of the consecration reminded me tirelessly: "The consecration of a puppet can only open the eyes, not the orifices."
Guard Chen Yu got Di Renjie's hint and stepped forward to ask: "Why can't you be happy?"
"If the puppet's eyes are not sweetened, the emotions will arise in the orifices and kill people."
