Master Swindler

Because of the mirror image, the apartment building seems to be divided into four, appearing in front of, behind, left, and right of the two.

Those who stood at the window of their own room looked down at them with stiff and gloomy eyes.

This made Director An and Li Qiang suddenly feel small, like two turtles being thrown into a pot, surrounded by eaters holding knives in all directions.

Their legs and feet were so frightened that it was too much to stand here for a second, but they didn't dare to move a step.

The smiles of the wronged souls upstairs are getting bigger and bigger, and they are getting weirder and more deformed.

Director An was the first to persuade him. He pushed Li Qiang behind him forward: "It's none of my business. The grievance has its head and the debtor. It was he who killed the murderer. It was his father who sealed the resentment. Let the resentment flow back." They were the ones who killed the people behind."

"It's none of my business, don't come to me."

Li Qiang was afraid and angry when he heard that the grandson only thought about protecting himself at this time.

"Bah, what idea are you trying to get rich? You don't know? You just plan to trick a few unlucky ghosts into their lives. Why didn't you persuade the people inside to move out when you were so noble? If they move out, the people behind won't have to die. "

"If you really want to settle accounts, you will bear half of the lives of the people."

Director An seemed to have vented a little fear after yelling, but his mind cleared up a bit.

He shook his teeth and scolded: "Shut up, what's the use of infighting now?"

"Look, they can only surround us here for so long, which means that's all they can do. Both of us have ancestral treasures, but we can't break this situation, at least our lives are safe."

"It's a big deal to waste time with them. They will always shrink back at dawn. At that time, we will leave this ghost place and never come back."

Li Qiang calmed down, and nodded: "Yes, you are right, let my dad come and do it again, and forgive these dead ghosts."

Thinking of this, those ferocious and resentful faces didn't look so scary anymore.

Especially when they heard their conversation, the ghosts standing at the window seemed to be more anxious, but helpless.

The two became more and more complacent, and even provoked: "Hahaha, the grandson has the ability to catch your grandfather in."

"What's the use of standing on the window and stretching out your claws? You are talking about you. Didn't you have your wife and children taken over by the little boy? It's embarrassing to be a ghost. Why do you have the nerve to show your head?"

"Little girl, why do you want to invite brother in at this moment? If I knew today, why were you struggling when brother entered the house? If you want me to be willing, there will be nothing like today."

"Yo yo yo! Are you angry? Are you capable of jumping down to catch me? Oh, by the way, you are wearing a skirt, did you jump down to show the two brothers the style inside?"

As long as they broke through that layer of fear, the two of them seemed to be getting more courageous as they fought. Seeing the ghosts trembling with anger but helpless, the two of them became even more elated.

"Come down, come down, grandpa is standing here, promise not to run, come down if you have the ability."

The ghost, who was still full of anger and anxiety just now, suddenly withdrew his expression, became stiff and weird, and then showed a weird smile: "You said that."

As soon as the words fell, the two of them jumped out of the window and landed directly in front of them, as if the ghost was making dumplings.

The instant shortening of the physical distance made the courage of the two inflate like a punctured balloon.

The two of them were like ducks whose necks had been trampled, silent like cicadas, with terrified eyes and a smug and funny expression on their faces, but they shrank like chickens.

The surrounding ghosts grinned: "We're coming down."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Seeing that the people around were about to gather, at this moment, a figure with a little boy suddenly appeared at the door of an apartment building in one direction.

He seemed to be woken up by the movement outside, still sleepy and impatient: "Director, why are you arguing there in broad daylight? If you don't have work, go back to your room and take a good rest. You don't even look at the neighbors around you. And you?"

Director An glanced at the dark sky, where was the broad daylight he was talking about, but he also understood that only himself and Qiangzi had been caught in the illusion. In the eyes of normal people, it was obviously still morning.

The little boy appeared in one direction, but he didn't appear in the apartment buildings in the other three directions. This was the flaw in the phantom.

But it's all here, Director An naturally can't trust the little boy anymore.

Those ghosts obviously tricked Qiangzi here premeditatedly, explaining that they knew what they were doing, but why they were so pleasant in front of the little white faces and them, as if they were not aggressive—this was also the reason why they were confused.

So Director An deduced that the little boy probably had ghosts, or those ghosts were more cunning than he thought.

If you easily believed that the place where the little boy appeared was the real apartment building, and fled in other directions recklessly, you might have fallen into their trap.

Director An showed a smile: "Grandson, I want to cheat your grandpa, I'm a little tender."

After speaking, he ran towards Lu Qingjia's direction regardless of Li Qiang, and said proudly: "Since there are fantasies all around, then the place you don't want me to come to the most happens to be the way out of this puzzle."

Sure enough, when Director An stepped onto the apartment building in the direction of Lu Qingjia, the figure of the other party turned into a phantom and disappeared.

The surrounding scenery also seemed to be shaken, and the structure of the corridors in the familiar apartment was distorted, as if to reveal the appearance before being disguised.

Director An's face became more and more smug, knowing that he had guessed right.

At this time, Li Qiang followed, panting, "Cousin, if you want to run away, why don't you take me with you?"

The two turned their heads and saw the ghost in the open space staring at them unwillingly, gradually turning into a phantom and disappearing.

Director An laughed loudly: "It seems that we two brothers are still blessed by God, as long as we don't fall for their tricks, there is nothing we can do about it, don't you think we will run away?"

As he spoke, he saw that the phantom that was about to disintegrate slowly solidified again, and the scene inside the apartment building was still presented in front of his eyes.

Director An frowned: "What's going on?"

Just finished speaking, I heard a voice from upstairs——

"Did something happy happen to you? Laughing so happily."

Director An's scalp was numb, and he looked up slowly, and saw that in the stairwell on the second floor, the little boy was holding a coffee cup in his hand, and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows, drinking coffee leisurely, with a smile on his face intent to look at myself.

"You, how do you—"

"Why do I appear here?" Lu Qingjia smiled, and walked down the stairs: "I am a living person, and the place where I am is the real direction of the apartment. Isn't that a matter of course?"

Speaking of which, director Chong An raised his glass: "I admire the director's ability to quickly distinguish between friend and foe in times of crisis, uphold the vigilance of not trusting anyone easily, and quickly implement his decision, and he is full of confidence."

"This is a very important quality. Most people lack this kind of courage and determination." Lu Qingjia said with a smile: "It's like Director An didn't care how many innocent people sacrificed when he realized that this kind of murderous building would help him achieve success. In terms of using unscrupulous means on the target, Director An already has the quality of a big man."

"It's just that there is a prerequisite for these qualities. They all need a clear and agile mind to make the right choice, and a long-term vision to weigh the pros and cons. It's a pity that An Dao doesn't have these as a basis, and the essence is completely different."

"People who are too stupid should not be too confident in their inferences. Instead, intuition may be more useful."

Lu Qingjia didn't know when he had already come in front of the two of them, and the gentle smile on his face was like an invitation from the devil: "Look, isn't this the result? To even fall for such a stupid trick makes everyone in the building really have no achievements." feel."

"I thought I needed to contribute more acting skills."

To make a simplified translation of these words, isn't it that the little boy has already predicted his prediction?

Director An's mind went blank at the moment, only the despair of making a life-or-death decision and being declared wrong.

Several heads emerged from the stairwell on different floors, and they all looked like they were dying at this time.

All of them were either bruised and swollen, or covered in blood. Among them, the case of the five female ghosts and the female branch girl was a sensational case at the time, which shows that the scene was tragic enough.

It is strange to say that director Ming An and Li Qiang, one is the culprit of the murder, and the other sits and watches several families break up and die. It stands to reason that seeing this kind of scene should not be visually uncomfortable at least.

But the panic and paleness on the faces of the two showed that they were obviously not as bold as when they were doing evil.

Those ghosts grinned, and voices sounded from all floors at the same time: "You are coming in~~"

"Ah———" Director An screamed, and wanted to run out of the apartment, but at some point at the door, the crew members who had been out to play came back.

Standing there in unison, Director An and the two wanted to rush out, but they didn't expect that it was two of the women, whose strength was beyond their power.

One of the female players pushed Director An back——

"What's the matter? Director! When the movie is at its climax, if your leading actor runs out, how can you still shoot this?"

Only then did Director An notice that one of them was meticulously recording the current scene with a camera in his hand.

Director An's chill penetrated into his spinal cord, he stammered and looked at the crowd: "You, you."

"We all know." The actors said, "It's nothing more than trying to respond to the grievances of the ghosts in each room, and arrange corresponding characters to do things that will anger them, so that we will be killed by fierce ghosts. The gimmick with the real and supernatural created a precedent for the whole genre, not to mention just this gimmick, even if your movie is made into a piece of shit, it will be enough for you to make a lot of money."

"But grandson, you are ugly and beautiful in your thinking. How the hell are you worthy of taking so many lives as a stepping stone for you?"

Director An was terrified, but at least the people in front of him were human beings, so there was room for communication with human beings.

Then he repeatedly begged for mercy: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, brothers, I was wrong, I really dare not."

"You see that nothing happened, so you don't have any real loss, right? I'll leave everything to you now, the resources on the set, you can make it yourself, and keep the movies you make to make money."

"Just let me go as a fart."

Lu Qingjia's voice came from behind: "What a coincidence, we thought so too."

"Of course we've started doing that, otherwise why do you think I should invest?"

Director An's spine shivered, and he looked at Lu Qingjia in disbelief: "You, did you--?"

"Is this some kind of elaborate conspiracy? You can find most of what happened here by searching the Internet, and the rest can be completed by asking the old men and women around you."

"You deliberately arranged for us to play the most hated roles of the innocent souls, and you used the guise of tidbits to force us to adapt to the roles and do things that violate morality. Let us guess the structure of your entire script."

"I guess the unit drama movie you said is true. Your movie is composed of five short stories. These five short stories all happened in an apartment building. They were molested by a pervert, a gambler, and a pervert. The reservists are ready to move around, the thief is addicted to drugs, the scammer cheats the old man's pension money and suffers ghost retribution, what is the core of a story that shows good and evil are rewarded cheaply and rudely?"

"It's a pity that the irony is that this seemingly positive story is based on the lives of a dozen people as a stepping stone. It is essentially a tool to serve a greasy, shameless, stupid, poisonous and lustful middle-aged man and make him a fortune. .”

After listening to Lu Qingjia's words, Director An recalled some inexplicable behaviors of this little boy from the first day.

So he already guessed his plan?It's just that he didn't choose to expose him, and even used his tricks to invest more money to make the movie go smoothly.

It's no wonder that this guy tried frequently on the first day, no wonder he threatened to help the actor with his ideological work, but the result was that he was unlucky again and again.

No wonder his entire filming plan was disrupted, and now the pictures shot are all farces one after another.

It turned out that this guy already knew how to avoid the wrath of the ghosts, but instead drew out his plan step by step.

No, no, Qiangzi will appear here, maybe it is his conspiracy.

After all, no matter how frightening those ghosts are, it is impossible to directly order the female cousin to bring Qiangzi. It must be the ghost of the little boy, and only he can afford the money.

Director An's teeth trembled: "So it's all you, what do you want?"

"I haven't killed anyone directly, even if you say Potian can't convict me."

Lu Qingjia smiled and said, "Of course, so in my script, I just want Director An to be my hero."

"As for what happened during the filming, director An himself was prepared to dedicate himself to art, after all, you have repeatedly emphasized this."

Director An trembled, "What do you want to shoot?"

Lu Qingjia replied: "Comedy, when you recruited us at the beginning, didn't you just talk about making comedies about small people in the market? I also have a beginning and an end."

"A henpecked man caught in a middle-aged crisis resolutely pursued his movie dream. Under the circumstances of financial constraints, unreliable actors, and bad luck, a series of hilarious accidents happened, and he was beaten by a strong man as a pervert. I was caught by the police as a scene of drug dealing during the private props, and I returned to the shooting location exhausted physically and mentally, only to find that the actors were friendly with strange beauties of unknown origin."

"It was only then that the man realized that the filming location he had rented was a well-known haunted apartment, so in an atmosphere where everyone was drunk and I was sober, I encountered a series of funny misunderstandings, and finally unintentionally led to the story of the real murderer of the murder case. "

"How is it? Although the script is not exquisite, is it slightly better than your belly draft?"

As soon as Lu Qingjia finished speaking, no matter whether people or ghosts around him, they immediately praised their feet.

Especially the gambler, since his wife and children have been won away, he applauds the hardest: "You are talented, my brother is too talented."

"Hey! Take a look, Sun Shi, my brother is not a professional. Just pull your shit script and modify it a little bit to make a good script. With your fucking ability, you still want to make a movie. You deserve it. It has been doing odd jobs for many years."

Director An couldn't hear his words, he just felt his ears buzzing, and couldn't believe that the movie he relied on to turn himself around, not only made wedding dresses for others, but also cost his own life.

He murmured: "No, it's impossible, the material is not enough, you can't make it out."

"Enough!" Lu Qingjia said: "I just learned editing, and the things in my hand are enough to make a movie."

"So An Dao, you can wrap up."

These words were like the death knell of death, Director An subconsciously ran away.

There are ghosts upstairs, and the door is blocked by people, but Director An still has a place where he feels safe in his heart, and that is his room on the first floor.

Because it was his uncle who drew the runes there, plus the things on his body, he could escape the catastrophe no matter what.

The two fled into the house along the corridor, and the people and ghosts behind watched them without catching up.

Director An was suspicious, but in the next second he knew why the other party was so calm.

Because the moment he opened the door, he saw the scene he saw yesterday again.

On the wall at the head of the bed, there is an extra human figure relief, it is an old man with a terrifying and hideous expression, reaching out to hold something so as not to be dragged into hell.

But today, the statue is more clear, and the fine lines on his face are clearly visible, it is clearly his old uncle.

It was the last line of psychological defense that he and Li Qiang could rely on for peace of mind.

An erratic and gloomy voice sounded from behind: "Go in, the old man has been waiting for you for a long time."

Director An and Li Qiang turned their heads slowly, and the last scene they saw in their lives was the mournful, resentful and happy expressions of the ghosts who were directly and indirectly killed by them.

Lu Qingjia left the apartment building, smoked a cigarette slowly, and when she returned inside, the mural on the wall had changed from a single person to a group.

The ugliness of the struggle before death, with a lot of humor in the panic, makes people laugh.

Then everyone took out all the materials that had been filmed in the past few days, and began to do editing, dubbing, special effects and post-production work under the direction of Lu Qingjia.

How to say?It feels like Lu Qingjia really wants everything to be the same.

Originally shoddy, and even the low-quality shots caused by unexpected conditions, after his later adjustments, they showed a strong sense of substitution.

When the finished film came out, they really were the people who participated in it in person, and they all looked at the story after the connection and reorganization in it and laughed.

"Oh my god, director An's skills are really good. You can see his expression before he was beaten, and his perverted and funny appearance when he was filming with a nasty partner. The most amazing thing is that cowardly appearance at the police station."

"Brother, you are so talented. Even if this movie is on the market, it is above the standard in comedy movies. Except for some camera flaws, there is no way to do it. After all, you can't let the grandson act with a knife on your neck. I'm afraid He still can’t perform that way.”

"But if you use other lenses in series, there is nothing wrong with it."

This is the case with movies. Different editing ideas may edit out two completely different stories. Lu Qingjia really did what he said, and completed a comedy movie that is completely tragic in nature.

At this time, the players heard the notification that the task was completed in their minds.

Lu Qingjia said: "Where is this movie shown? I have heard that in order to restrict players from accumulating wealth and converting points in the dungeon by relying on business talents, the result is that the player turns the dungeon into their own continuous point warehouse. .”

"I don't think you are so generous to me, are you?"

The horror game is grinding its teeth: "The movie will be included in the game, and the producer will be divided according to the box office."

Lu Qingjia nodded. This was within his expectations. It is said that because the player's operation was too rough, many bugs in the game were revised after her.

You must know how much information he got from Zhong Liyu, so it is impossible to give him such an easy opportunity, so Director An's idea at the beginning will not succeed.

It is impossible for those ghosts to appear in the cinema in the same way as he was filming, and the scenes that must belong to ghosts will be blank by then.

However, the game requires the player to finish filming the movie, and it is definitely impossible to turn it around and throw it away as a result of deliberately taking it as the title.

Thinking of the huge underworld pattern of the selection field, and the fact that there might be more than one underworld of that size, Lu Qingjia knew where the ticket warehouse came from.

He smiled: "Do I need to invest in publicity funds?"

"No need! We have a complete publicity system, so don't worry about it." You You said angrily.

When it's stupid?Once this guy stepped in and became a producer, he bound himself to the interests of the movie. The quality of the movie was acceptable, and he wouldn’t lose money just from the box office share. Let him invest more, it’s the money that was given to him Not enough?

There is also the matter of taking advantage of the time difference in the world to harvest a large sum of money in the financial market, and it has not settled with the scammers yet.

It's even more arrogant than that one back then, anyway, who was relying on business one step at a time, this guy is good, he's a scythe if he picks up leeks.

This mistake cannot be made now.

Lu Qingjia nodded regretfully, and asked the game to regularly transfer the part of the box office share belonging to Director An to his wife.

After arranging everything, go back to the apartment and say goodbye to the haunted ghosts.

Now that their revenge had been avenged, their hostility was gone, and they were no longer trapped in the apartment, and they already felt the call from the underworld.

Lu Qingjia left a lot of things for them, plus his own soul coins, they should be able to start well after going to the underworld.

It's just that the female ghosts were a little reluctant to part with Lu Qingjia, and the little ghost who thought he had a new father also cried sadly.

Seeing an opportunity, the gambler immediately said, "Son, don't cry, I went to the underworld and dad bought you a toy car."

The wife of a gambler pulled her son over: "Don't be so close, our mother and son won't have to see you when we leave the apartment. You can't help pornography, gambling and drugs in the underworld. It must be your paradise. If you die and pay off your debts, our mother and son won't suffer from you." Tired."

Lu Qingjia also smiled and said: "By the way, have you forgotten the ability that I have temporarily stored with you?"

Gambler: "..."

At the same time, in reality——

Inside a prison somewhere in Southeast Asia.

Zhong Liyu sat in the visiting room and waited for almost half an hour before finally seeing his father in light-colored prison uniform come out.

Being able to give birth to such a good-looking son, it is obvious that Father Zhong's appearance can also be beaten.

Back then, in the Southeast Asian region, he was the all-powerful, taking all black and white, which made thousands of obsessed and crazy Chinese godfathers.The mistress of the enemy even took the initiative to join the enemy as his internal support because of her admiration for him.

Now that he is older, but he is well-maintained. People in their [-]s look less than [-], and they are no worse than young people in terms of appearance or figure. They even have more charm of power accumulated by long-term superiors.

Father Zhong has been a winner in life all his life, and his biggest failure is that he gave birth to such a dutiful son in front of him, which cut his ambitions and became a joke in the industry.

Originally, I didn't want to see this debt collection, but the prison I'm staying in now was invested and built by him, so I can't help it.

Seeing the unfilial son, Father Zhong got annoyed: "Why are you here again? Your father and I haven't died yet. When I die, it will be more interesting for you to go to the grave more often than now."

Zhong Liyu looked disapproving: "Dad, what are you talking about? It's only 20 years, and you are only in your early 60s when you come out. If you behave well and try to reduce your sentence, you will only be in your [-]s."

"Look at the poor real estate guy next door, who is over 70 and is still the president. I know you have a serious career, and I can help you start from the village chief when you come out. Let's climb to the top of power step by step."

Even though Father Zhong had done countless psychological preparations when he came out, he was still so angry that his filial son opened his mouth.

However, the same topic has been debated countless times, and he has to admit that he has a brain hole after giving birth to a son. The sad thing is that he hasn't realized it for so many years.

So he swallowed his old blood, and asked impatiently: "I don't want to talk to you about anything else, what do you want to do today, tell me quickly, and get out when you're done."

Zhong Liyu's expression flickered a bit: "Dad, I remember that once my mother didn't insist on divorcing you, she was so angry that she almost chopped you off, oh yes, the scar on your ear was cut by my mother at that time, or I sent you to the hospital for more than a dozen stitches."

"But then nothing happened. How did you coax my mother back?"

The only person Father Zhong was willing to chat with with his dutiful son was his wife. Hearing this, his face was not so ugly, but he put on a smile instead.

Just when I was about to speak, I immediately realized that something was wrong: "What do you mean? Didn't you say that mature parents have to learn to deal with emotional disputes by themselves, and don't use children as a shield? Why are you suddenly asking this now?"

Zhong Liyu said embarrassingly: "Here, didn't you come to learn from Dad, even though Dad has never done good things in your life, you are very brave-oh yes, I heard the prison guard tell me that you still talked to me yesterday. Uncle Kim is fighting."

"No matter what, he is also your senior. You sent him to prison back then. You two have been fighting all your life. Why are you still acting like a primary school student in prison at such an age? I heard that you formed a gang again. .”

Father Zhong's brain twitched, he slammed the table and said: "Don't talk nonsense, what sutra are you free to learn? Or the sutra of reunion after a broken mirror."

As he spoke, he took a deep breath: "Don't tell me you don't want to mess with that liar again?"