muscle actor

Chapter 229

The first day of shooting was completed, and it went smoothly. Hu Hui kept communicating with him, discussing the location of the camera angle.

The actor's position is very important, which is related to the results of special effects in the later stage. If it is accurate, it can save a lot of time and energy.

What followed was a one-man show. Facing the empty green screen, relying on various imaginations in the brain, I showed a chilling sense of fear.

"You can slow down your reaction time in this scene!"

After watching the performance, Xu Wenzheng suggested: "From imagination to expression reaction, it is best to give the audience some time, and the effect may be better."

Ding Cheng understood and quickly found the feeling. During the pause of a few tenths of a second, he left room for the audience to use their imagination.

Xu Wenzheng secretly gave a thumbs up, awesome!
Looking at Ding Cheng's acting skills, there are only two words:
exquisite!

Slowly turn around and walk sideways out of the small gap between the bed and the wall, which is as narrow as a tomb.

My heart was pounding, my neck, wrists, and chest were cold, and my eyes were beating wildly in their sockets.

He looked around the bedroom with wide eyes, momentarily petrified.The plums on the bedside table to the left of the bed were gone, the plates were gone, and there was nothing on the table.

Walking towards the door to the living room, stopping again, staring in disbelief at a painting on the wall.

Pretty sure there was no painting at all when you first walked in!
It was a still life painting.In the tin dish in the middle of the old wooden table was a plum.The light fell on the plums, and the plate was a manic orange.

The painting on the wall of the living room became distorted again, and the woman standing on the stairs was covered in blood, looking straight into her eyes and smiling cruelly...

Beside the railing of the sailboat, the sailors disappeared, only a row of bloodless men and women.

The man on the far left, closest to the bow, was wearing a brown woolen suit and holding a bowler hat. His hair was parted in the middle, bald, and fell down to his eyebrows, showing shock and bewilderment.

The fruit in the still life becomes a severed head, orange light slides over sunken cheeks, slack lips, glazed eyes rolled up, cigarette behind the right ear.

"No!"

Ding Cheng stumbled towards the door, his feet seemed to be stuck in the mud, and the door couldn't be opened.

The chain on the door was hanging there, not drawn, and the latch was upright, like a hand pointing at six o'clock, but the door just wouldn't open.

I was breathing hard like a boat struggling in a violent storm, but I couldn't feel any air...

It was as if the room swallowed all the fresh air!

Gasping for breath, like a long-distance runner approaching the finish line, he put one hand on his chest, as if doing so would calm his heart.

The room seemed to be humming too, as if countless mouths were hidden under the glossy, disgusting wallpaper.It was so bad in my stomach that I seemed to be swinging around in a greasy hammock.

The air seemed to condense into a soft lump, sticking to the ears, and the whole person was squeezed together by some force.

"Help!"

I want to reach out to the old telephone, watch my arm slowly fall to the table, too slow, a little abnormal, like the arm of a diver, and even expect to see the splash of water from my hand.

Finally, he took hold of the receiver, lifted it up, and carefully lowered the other hand, then dialed 110...

Hold the microphone to your ear, and when the dial is turned back to its original position, you hear a series of clicks that sound like the wheels in a game of roulette.

"you are mine!"

Countless howls sounded in my ears, as if the devil had found his most beloved toy.

The room began to melt in front of him.

The ceiling began to sag, and right angles and straight lines were deformed, not into curves, but into strange horseshoe arches, which were painful to the eyes.

A glass chandelier in the center of the ceiling drooped like spit, and several paintings began to bend like the windshield of an old car.

The doors to the bedrooms and corridors were beginning to sink in and widen in the middle, as if grotesque ghosts were passing in and out.The lights were bright and hot, filling the room with an orange glow.

Cracks appear in the wallpaper, and small black holes turn into mouths.The floor sank in a concave arc and heard it coming.

It lives behind this room, hidden in the wall, humming...

Ding Cheng seemed to be trapped in a molten, rotting cave, which was sinking sharply and tilted extremely.The bedroom door is no longer a bedroom, but a cannibal coffin.

The wall on the left with the still life of fruit pressed out, split in a long crack, like an open mouth, leading to another world, and something is coming out of it.

Hearing drooling, rapid breathing, smelling something alive and frightening.

Turning around suddenly, seeing the only window, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, he ran over desperately.

"anyone there?"

"Can you see it?"

He waved his arms vigorously, yelled desperately, looked at the figure at the window that was close at hand, and said excitedly: "Quickly call the police!"

It wasn't until the other party also made the same action that it was horrifyingly discovered...

It turned out to be me too!

A lunatic wearing a mask suddenly appeared behind him, slashing himself desperately with a knife, he could only climb out of the window and walk to other rooms along the window sill less than ten centimeters away.

1 minutes,

10 minutes,
half an hour...

I don't know how long it took,
It's not over yet!
Ding Cheng went completely crazy, wept loudly, finally climbed to a window, and tried his best to get in, but...

Still 1408!

Just when he gave up, his daughter appeared in front of him, as if an angel descended, opening his arms to save himself.

When I opened my eyes again, everything returned to reality, as if it was just a dream, and I returned to a peaceful life.

When I came to the post office and was about to send a letter, I suddenly found that everyone around me was staring at me, slowly showing evil smiles.

Suddenly everyone started going crazy and smashing everything around them. A shocking scene appeared in front of Ding Cheng...

It turns out that I,

Still in room 1408!

After filming, Ding Cheng looked at the monitor. This reversal happened several times. Every time when the audience thought they were saved, they cruelly broke hope again and brought people back to the nightmare-like hell.

"I'm not afraid of you..."

"Since you want to play?"

"Then stay with you!"

Exhausted, he leaned against the corner, slowly took out the lighter, looked at the ever-changing illusion in front of him, and said with a final smile: "Come together!"

The raging fire ignited, in order to prevent more people from being victimized, he sacrificed himself and died with the devil.

"Let's make another ending!"

After watching the material, Xu Wenzheng suggested: "Shoot another ending with a different ending, then it will become a hot spot after the release, and the effect should be good."

Ding Cheng has no objection. When it comes to playing publicity, the bald-headed team can be said to be the master of the crowd.

(End of this chapter)