"Start!"

Buzz!

It’s the sound of wind caused by the swing of the shovel!

Bang——!

Qin Jue's arms were shaken, and the shovel head broke and fell to the side!

The cracked position of the wooden pole is terrifyingly real, and the irregular wooden thorns are clearly defined.

Takagi Ryu suddenly fell down, convulsing all over.

"Stuck!"

Tang Ting spoke up at the right time, and Xu Ying rushed forward almost like the wind, holding a blood bag and sticky special effects materials, squatting down to apply special effects makeup on Gao Mulong's neck.

Only a makeup artist of her level can do it without experimenting or drafting after the director temporarily changes the makeup effect.

Qin Jue still maintained his posture, motionless.

Zhen Chuchu stood at the entrance the whole time, shocked by her aura and the tragic and cruel scenes in front of her. She was trembling with real emotion, her mind went blank, she lost all her thinking ability, and she froze in place.

This time, with the plasma covering, there was no need to apply too much makeup. It only took Xu Ying half an hour to apply blood makeup on Qin Jue, so that half of her face was covered with splattered blood, along the sides.

A few lines of blood dripped under the outline.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Qin Jue is in great condition. It’s not that she has entered Mo Sen, but that Mo Sen’s soul has infiltrated into her.

Xu Ying hurriedly ran to the performance area. The room was too narrow, and every extra person would be an obstacle.

After the pause, shoot again.

The dynamic camera moved all the way to the scar. He carefully photographed the bleeding Gao Mulong for a few seconds, then zoomed out again and focused on the shovel. Qin Jue exerted a slight force, and the wooden pole came out of the shovel embedded in Gao Mulong's neck.

Fall off.

"Card."

"Continue."

The cameraman taking the dynamic close-up retreated, and the close-up cameraman behind Zhen Chuchu took over.

Qin Jue, half of his face dripping with blood, turned his head and looked at Zhen Chuchu, who was dazed in the entrance hall.

"Stuck!"

"Continue——"

The medium-shot cameraman behind Qin Jue is carrying the camera. In the lower right corner of the shot, Gao Mulong's lower body is still twitching. Qin Jue holds the broken shovel pole and walks towards Zhen Chuchu, who is shaking on the spot.

Limping.

Step by step.

Qin Jue raised the wooden pole, and Zhen Chuchu, who played the role of an ordinary person, put her head in her hands.

Poof——!

"Stuck!"

Zhen Chuchu was taken back to the nanny car downstairs, a thick and reinforced protective plate was tied on her back, she put on her costume again, and changed into the same type of pants with striped effect.

It’s another ten minutes before and after.

Zhen Chuchu rejected the assistant's suggestion to take a break. Her fear of being frightened by Qin Jue at this moment was very real. She would probably never be so involved in the drama again. It's okay to feel uncomfortable afterward, but she must not miss the opportunity!

Shooting begins again.

Zhen Chuchu knelt on the ground, crawling forward in vain like a turtle.

Behind her, Qin Jue stood, swinging the wooden pole and hitting her again and again.

Phew!

Phew!

Phew!

Over and over again, over and over again.

The two cameras interacted with each other to capture the killing at close range.

Zhen Chuchu crawled in pain and sobbed. The realistic interpretation completely put her into the situation of the character Su Qi. She was already crying without the need to brew emotions. The sense of despair burst out in every detail, which was better than that of some murder cases.

The on-site restoration of the video will be even more realistic.

Poof——!

"Stuck!"

Xu Ying and the leader of the props team ran over with blood bags and smeared blood on the "dead" Zhen Chuchu's forehead, side of her face and the floor beneath her body. Qin Jue's face did the same, with blood dripping down.

.

Shooting continues.

After their respective close-ups, Qin Jue, whose face was covered in blood, picked up the gasoline barrel and threw it towards Zhen Chuchu.

Large areas of liquid simulating gasoline were sprinkled on Zhen Chuchu, who fell sideways to the ground. She was already a "corpse", her breathing stopped and she was motionless.

After another pause, Gao Mulong and Zhen Chuchu followed the assistant and left the performance area, returning to the nanny's car to remove makeup, wipe themselves and change clothes.

The cameraman walked to the opposite corner and turned on the camera again.

In the slightly tilted camera, Qin Jue threw away the gasoline can, grabbed the newspaper on the shoe cabinet in the entrance and wiped his hands.

Picked up the lighter.

……

"Stuck!"

"The on-site personnel maintain their position - the playback is in progress -"

Tang Ting repeated, holding up the loudspeaker.

Considering the night scene, the single apartment used as the filming location was built separately and the location is extremely remote. Whether Qin Jue is violent or Tang Ting uses the loudspeaker, there is no worry about disturbing the residents.

He Xu sat in front of the monitor and stared at the playback screen carefully.

After a long while, he took a deep breath and said to the walkie-talkie: "It's over!"

"Call it over——!"

Tang Ting continued to retell, and a burst of cheers quickly erupted inside and outside the crew.

After taking off his makeup, Gao Mulong clapped vigorously and couldn't wait to get out of the car wrapped in a blanket, hoping to share his feelings with Qin Jue.

After all, Teacher Qin’s performance is really great!

Zhen Chuchu, who was in the other car, broke down and cried while hugging her assistant. She couldn't stop vomiting and her whole body was shaking unconsciously, as if she had finally woken up from a nightmare.

"Call it over——"

Tang Ting's voice floated into Qin Jue's ears.

I later understood the meaning of these two words. This meaning is like a switch, sealing off the soul named "Mosen".

Qin Jue staggered and leaned back against the wall. Starting at seven o'clock in the evening, four hours of shooting memories flooded into her mind.

It's Qin Jue's mind, not Mo Sen's.

She was in a trance, feeling that everything in her field of vision was being doubled, the ceiling was blurring, and the light bulbs turned into two, four, eight...

"Teacher Qin, thank you."

Gao Mulong's serious look reflected in front of Qin Jue's eyes.

"Uh-ah-ah, ah..."

Gao Mulong was hit in the neck with a shovel, and his blood flowed freely.

"Teacher Qin, thank you for your New Year's gift...my sister also liked it when she was still here..."

Zhen Chuchu's smiling voice echoed in Qin Jue's ears.

"Woo, woo..."

Zhen Chuchu crawled forward, her short and thin body lying prone, trembling.

I...

Killed again?

Qin Jue's mind was filled with noisy sounds. They were human voices, human faces, comrades-in-arms, close companions...

Plop!

Plop! Plop! Plop!

The pumping speed of the heart suddenly accelerated, and an extremely familiar and strong desire rushed straight into the head!

I want blood...I want to take action...I want to kill people!
To be continued...