What they brought over was actually not much.
In other words, the dead director "Zheng Chao" brought very little.
In addition to the necessary instruments and some batteries for the filming, only the script and some pens used to modify the script were left.
The pen is definitely not afraid of water.
Only paper and batteries will.
If the ghost's body is not a battery, it should be the scripts in their hands.
"No, the script doesn't make sense..."
"Everyone of us should have already picked up the script. At least we won't throw it outside in the rain, and it won't get wet."
They originally thought they had found the truth, but Meng Jun's words made them fall into doubt again.
Indeed it is.
The script was distributed to them by the director. Although it seemed useless, everyone kept it well. There was obviously a tent, so it was impossible to throw the script outside in the rain.
"Let me go and confirm. They should all be back."
Meng Jun stood up and left the tent alone.
It wasn't long before he came back wet.
It's just that Meng Jun's face is a bit unsightly.
"It's exactly as we imagined, everyone's scripts are well preserved."
"Cheng Xin is not dead, but she went to the tent of another team because she was afraid."
After hearing Meng Jun's words, everyone fell silent.
The important clue that I finally caught was suddenly broken.
Is there something wrong with the direction of their thinking?
The essence of the ghost...isn't it a script?
Ning Qiushui stared straight at the fireworks in the tent without saying a word.
He always felt that he seemed to have missed something very important.
But for a while, he couldn't remember what he had missed. A lot of things happened in this short day, which made the information in his mind a little confusing.
Due to the heavy rain, those who had been keen on filming were now huddled in their tents and did not dare to run around outside.
The good news is that their location is on top of a mountain, so no matter how hard the rain falls, it's unlikely to accumulate.
At least they won't die inexplicably due to natural disasters.
"They're not filming anymore?"
Fengyu opened the tent curtain and sneered.
Ningqiu Waterway:
"It's actually possible to take pictures on this day. Although many places in the ancient house are dilapidated and leaky, computers and other things can be placed in the tent. After all, they are connected wirelessly."
"The cameras are not afraid of rain. Maybe the reason why they don't want to continue filming... is just because the rain is too cold."
In the tent, the three of them all agreed with Ning Qiushui's statement.
Luckily they still had enough small gas cans to light a fire for them.
They quickly dried their bodies, collected the rainwater outside in a small pot, boiled a large pot of hot water, and drank it slowly.
The body gradually warmed up.
They all put on their own clothes.
The rain was indeed very heavy and cold, so everyone tacitly refrained from mentioning the shooting.
They were all waiting for the rain to stop.
I don’t know if it was because of the rain that the scary ghost in the old house didn’t appear again for the time being.
Perhaps, like everyone else, it doesn't like the rain very much.
Before I knew it, it was already night.
"Four people taking turns to keep vigil, or two and two?"
"Two two, let's take care of each other in case of any emergency."
After Meng Jun finished speaking, he paused and then said:
"I'll stay up until midnight, which one of you will be with me?"
Fengyu hurriedly raised his hand.
"Me, me, brother Jun, I'm with you!"
Ning Qiushui looked at Fengyu with some surprise.
Bai Xiaoxiao next to him came closer and whispered in his ear:
"Meng Jun saved his life twice."
"He feels at ease following Meng Jun."
After hearing what Bai Xiaoxiao said, Ning Qiushui understood.
If someone saves him twice in a row, that person will also make him feel at ease.
The two rested in the tent until they were woken up by Meng Jun and others in the middle of the night. Then they sat up and walked to the door of the tent, where they sat and continued to watch for the rest of the night.
"I'm so sorry for dragging you into such a terrifying bloody door..."
Bai Xiaoxiao sighed lightly.
Ning Qiushui didn't blame her, nor did he sanctimoniously say it didn't matter.
He looked at Bai Xiaoxiao, who was shrouded in the moonlight. Even though the lipstick had been washed away by the rain, the full lips still looked a little bright.
"In the second bloody door, I owe you a favor, and now is the time to pay it back."
Ning Qiushui said.
Bai Xiaoxiao laughed and said:
"Didn't you save me once? If you had to repay the favor, you already repaid me."
After finishing speaking, she pursed her lips in embarrassment.
Although her head was separated from her body at that time, her consciousness did not disappear. She still remembered Ning Qiu's removal of her pants.
The two were silent for a moment, and Ning Qiushui suddenly asked:
"By the way, Sister Bai, are you... very powerful in the outside world?"
Bai Xiaoxiao was stunned for a moment, and a malicious smile flashed across his face:
"Why, Qiu Shui, are you asking for something from me?"
Ning Qiushui touched her nose.
"Can you help me look up a person...or help me look up a picture?"
Bai Xiaoxiao did not refuse.
"It's a small matter, but let's wait until we can get out alive..."
Ning Qiushui nodded.
Outside the tent, it was still raining.
No intention of stopping.
It seemed that it was precisely because of the rain that everyone had a rare and comfortable time without the interference of ghosts.
The two sat at the door of the tent, chatting for a while. After getting to know each other gradually, Bai Xiaoxiao realized that Ning Qiushui was not as emotionless as he seemed. He was just good at hiding his emotions and didn't like to express them through his expressions. He revealed his inner feelings, and Ning Qiushui also discovered that Bai Xiaoxiao was not as mature as imagined, and sometimes made some very childish and naughty jokes.
As they chatted, Ning Qiushui's previous thoughts gradually cleared up, calmed down, and became less chaotic.
So, he finally remembered what he had overlooked!
"I remembered!"
He suddenly murmured something, which stunned Bai Xiaoxiao on the side:
"What do you remember, Qiu Shui?"
Ning Qiushui slowly turned her head, stared straight at Bai Xiaoxiao, and said word by word:
"The ghost's true form...is the script!"
pS: Five updates today, good night.
