Wu Ling did not reply to me immediately.

It was so much in the last two days that I went to bed at nine o’clock.

Sleep normally, consciousness into darkness.

When I woke up, I found it was dawn and my phone time was six o’clock.

No dreams, no unusual nights.

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

I asked her to meet her today after work.

Looking at the time, I was sleepy again.

The alarm clock didn’t go off, and I closed my eyes and wanted to take another snore.

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

I opened my eyes and saw a strange room.

It is a venue where some beds are made on the wooden floor, and the corner is stacked boxes and photography tools.

After a short period of surprise, I saw my own review.

Otka director.

I held my forehead.

It's really haunting.

Anyway, I had to go into a dream and see what killed them.

I looked around and still couldn’t see the twilight.

Someone entered the venue.

It is the male protagonist of Furukawa and Ma.

Guru shouted a big director.

The director was looking at the phone, and a big person he knew sent messages to solve these problems of the crew.I can only see this from his conscious and communications records.

The director himself is a bit distracted.

He was a little scared.

The bathroom was not locked, and the women who bathed there were all suffocated, and none of them escaped, which was a strange thing.

It was like the death of Mrs. Ishimada and the tree of Ishimada, like all the people who died in that hotel.

The director looked at the old man.

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

The director put the phone, "the police did not let us go."The company is still in contact with each other.I was just cursed.This thing . . .

The director’s mood is also depressed.

The producers are very dissatisfied with these things from the crew, and even more dissatisfied with the things one after the other, and more and more people are dying.This is disturbing.

The show became second.

If the crew does something else, the producers are probably hurt.Scandals and financial compensation alone will keep them in the mud.

The director of Otezawa is worried about his safety and his future work.

The two discussed it for a while and understood the relationship they could find.

"I'll ask Miss Jiu Jing and Ms. Ji Yong to think of a way."Mr. South, there may be some way.He is a foreigner and may be able to rely on their government, the strength of their companies on their side...” said Furukawa.

The director nodded his head.

The river went out first.

There is only one director left in the room.

The original independent space, which was originally an easy place, has become too empty now.

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

The director sat up, his mind shining.

I saw his consciousness and remembered something.

Mrs. Shimada surrendered once and was detained in the police station.

“The police!”The director shouted and found it on his phone.

He did not find any basis on the Internet, only to call to ask familiar people, get vague answers.

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

There is a local mascot at the door of the police station, a sculpture of a mascot that hides the appearance.

The director of Ozka took a shot on his forehead and stood up straight.

He put his feet on the quilt and fell straight.

I felt the sudden outpoon and turned to look.

At the entrance of the stadium stood a man, or the person I once possessed, and the third dead, who was caught by the female ghosts into the high bridge under the house.

The bridge looked at the director without expression.

The director got up from the ground, and as soon as he looked up, he was opposite the four eyes of the high bridge.His body was frozen.

The bridge came in through the doorway, and there was still dust on it.

The director rolled his eyes, “High Bridge... Yes, It’s High Bridge, right?”Have you... escaped?Ah, that’s great...” He said, trembling with dry words, nervous to the point of trembling.

Police have not yet found the body of the bridge.His body should still be stuck under the house.

Either way, the bridge is dead.

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

The director took a step back and said, “You’re a little dirty.”Take a shower and change your clothes.Ah.”

His eyes wandered, and he could barely think under fear.

The building is large and has two doors.One was where the bridge was now standing, and the other was behind the director.

The director stepped back.

Ticking up...

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

The back door was opened.

Ono, who died in the washbasin, stood there, with his hair and his face dripping.He had no expression, and his eyes were dead.He looked paler and wrinkled than the High Bridge, and looked as if he had soaked in water.

The director trembled even more.

The two ghosts went to the director one after the other.

“It’s not me... it’s not me who killed you!”It's not me!Do not come to me!Don't come here!"The director suddenly burst into a roar and rushed to the door of the house.

The two ghosts were slow to move, watching the director bypass the bridge and snatch the door.I followed the fly.

The door opened, and outside the door stood Furukawa, surrounded by Miss Niu Jing and Ms. Jiyong.

The director has a feeling for the rest of his life, reaching out to the three men, “There are ghosts!There’s in the room.”

His voice stopped.

The three men looked at the director without expression.

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

The water on the woman spread on the ground, wet the feet of three people.

The director's outstretched hand touched the cold skin, cold enough that he could not help shrunk.

But it was too late.

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

The director realized something.

I was more surprised than the director.

I didn’t see any irritated in these three.They can also touch the director.

Are they people or ghosts?Or something like a zombie?

I was thinking that the director was screaming and struggling.

There seems to be a living person left in the whole house.His voice did not attract anyone to see.

Takahashi and Ono grabbed the director’s shoulder from behind.

"The director has not finished the show yet."The river gave a distorted smile.

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

Ms. Ji Yong urged: “Let’s go.It's just you.Let's go . . .

They moved the director forward.

I saw the director’s soul pulled out by them.His body fell and hit the ground.

The shouts and struggles of the director stopped at this moment.The muscles in his face relaxed, following the footsteps of other ghosts, walked out of the stadium and headed for the direction of the mountain.