It hurts to smash a ghost with gold

"Puff-"

With a loud noise, the shelf erected at the entrance of the hotel collapsed.The night light turned on instantly, and against the transparent and clean glass door, a puddle of red liquid was quite glaring.

The three of them were only four or five meters away from the door, and the sound was so close that they were all startled.

Qiaojin held his breath in his throat, stunned for a while and uttered a dirty word.

The lights flickered a few times, a young mother in a light floral dress, holding a four or five-year-old girl by the hand, staggered cautiously to the ground on the top of the crumbling shelf, and Turn around and hug the helpless little girl tenderly.

Liang Yueyang glanced at Qiao Jin casually, and saw him shaking his head looking at the red liquid on the ground, knowing that he couldn't see it.

"It looks like the color of the blood is quite correct," Qiao Jin shrugged, "but if you add some filters in the later stage, it might turn into some weird color."

The props team began to come to clean up the scene, and complained while busy: "No matter how weak the shelf is, it can't hold a bucket."

The young woman hugged the little girl, dodged the men who were working, and stood beside the door with piercing eyes. When she glanced at Qiao Jin, she was a little frightened, and then she stared closely at Liang Yueyang.

"I think she wants to talk to you." Looking at the woman's expression, Yun Mao reminded Liang Yueyang who turned his gaze away.

Before Qiao Jin could ask, Liang Yueyang asked first, "How is your injury?"

"It's okay." Qiao Jin squeezed his elbow, and there was only a small opening. He followed Yun Mao's gaze and looked at the door suspiciously, "Is this shelf crushed by ghosts?"

Liang Yueyang said softly, "Don't move."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed his injured arm and squeezed it tightly, and the energy in his hand was slowly wrapped around it.

Qiaojin felt that there seemed to be two cold little snakes crawling up his skin, and he struggled a little bit of resistance, then curled his lips and looked at the cheeks of the person in front of him, muttering strangely in his heart, he almost thought that someone jumped off the building just now It's over.

"Hiss." The wound was suddenly numb, and Qiao Jin frowned.

Yun Mao's eyes followed the mother and daughter all the time, seeing them turn around and walk into the gate, he immediately reached out to grab Liang Yueyang's clothes: "Brother, she's gone!"

His voice was very urgent. Qiaojin looked over subconsciously, his pupils shrank instantly, and there were two dusty shadows, one big and one small. They did not move to the small sliding door that had been opened on the side, but to the one in the middle. revolving door.

The transparent revolving door slowly turned half a circle, alarming the prop personnel at the door, they looked at each other in blank dismay.

"See it?" Liang Yueyang stared at him, without waiting for an answer, and followed the two figures in front of him, "Next, avoid the things you see."

Qiao Jin gave a wry smile and nodded respectfully: "Okay, I'll follow your orders."

Unable to follow upstairs, Yun Mao trotted and said, "The tenth and eleventh floors are large conference halls, and the upper floors are all hotel accommodation, but you need to swipe your card to go up. I'll find someone..."

A golden card waved coquettishly in front of Yunmao twice.

"Here." Qiao Jin's gleaming teeth coupled with a smug smile did not deserve a beating.

"How did you get it?" Yun Mao said in surprise, "The ninth floor is not open to the crew."

"He looked at this building in a wrong way before, so I checked the situation. Only the hotel administrators can go up to the ninth floor. I wanted to sneak up, but I found out that I need to use a membership card, so I bought it secretly. It's not yet Use it." Qiao Jin snapped his fingers and looked at Liang Yueyang with a smile, showing a low-key arrogance.

Liang Yueyang's eyes were bent, but his tone was cold: "It's hard luck."

"By the way, Zeng Wenfei lived on the seventh floor." Thinking of this, Qiao Jin hurriedly added.

Yun Mao glanced at him with drooping eyes: "Zeng Feiwen."

Elevators, which are beyond the age and should not appear in front of the camera, have been blocked by thin cardboard props, leaving only a small opening to get in and out.

Seeing that the mother and daughter had reached the corner of the cardboard, Liang Yueyang snatched the membership card, took two steps faster and then slowed down, turned his head unnaturally, and followed the two stiffly.

"Tsk." The two people in the back sighed in unison.

"The acting skills are much worse than mine." Yun Mao nodded reassuringly.

"He doesn't film," Jokin chuckled, then frowned, "but why is he putting on such a show?"

Yun Mao's serious look of an old cadre, coupled with his immature and innocent face, is a bit ridiculous: "Pretend to be a member of the ghost and break into the enemy's interior."

Still pretending to be a ghost?Jokin laughed.

"His yin is much darker than a ghost." Yun Mao drew vertical curves with his hands, tsk-tsk, and it got darker every year.

Qiao Jin was about to laugh, but when he raised his hand, his face was startled: "I prepared the card because I thought we would use it when we went up, ghost...shouldn't it be used?"

"No need, why is it so troublesome for a ghost to take the elevator? When we were together last time, the light bulb blew up because the ghost wanted to get off the elevator, but maybe your breath hit her, and the elevator didn't stop." Yun Mao didn't care much. After explaining for a while, he turned around and saw the little assistant coming in a hurry, and hurriedly greeted him, "I'll go to work first, and wave to me if I have something to do."

"Then he was found to be not of the same kind as soon as he got into the elevator?" Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows, and followed Yun Mao slowly, before he even reached the sleeping place.

The elevator was shrouded in cardboard and the light was very dark. The woman clicked the up button, turned her head and touched the top of her daughter's head softly.

"Mom, I want to eat candy." The little girl shook her braids and looked up at her mother with clear eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator opened the door with a ding.

The woman looked back at Liang Yueyang with dark eyes, carefully held the child, and retreated to the inside of the elevator.

Liang Yueyang looked at the woman without hesitation, and just stepped in with one foot, when she heard the woman's alienated voice: "The eighteenth floor, thank you."

The woman's snake-like eyes fixed on the man tightly.

"Don't be nervous, you can't move me." Liang Yueyang calmly clicked the button on the eighteenth floor, but the blue light didn't turn on, and the elevator door closed slowly.

He lowered his gaze and put the membership card on the sensor under the button. After a beep, he pressed eighteen again, the button became brighter, and the elevator started to run.

The mirror-like elevator door reflected a pretty woman's figure. Under the dim light, the middle slit divided the woman's face into fragments.

"You're not like us."

There was a creaking sound in the elevator, Liang Yueyang turned his head to the side, expressionless.

The woman and the little girl had distorted cheeks, long and narrow eyes, froth at the corners of their mouths, and swollen nails, and they were oppressed instantly like electricity.