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ShadowⅡThinking-2

As soon as Fang Yisheng got out of the car, he saw Chen Yanting driving away in a hurry. He thought she must be asking for help.Turning around and entering the stairs, it was dark outside and the street lights were turned on one by one, and the lights in the stairwell were also lit as the owner returned home.

All the way to the fifth floor, he opened the door and the phone rang, glanced at the caller ID, Fang Yi paused before answering. "Teacher, why are you looking for me at this time?"

Fang Yisheng was puzzled when the man in the microphone said something. "Teacher, this is impossible."

What did the man say again.

"Teacher, at your age, even if you say that I was born secretly, you still can't afford it. You should face the reality early and go home and go on a blind date."

The man scolded him viciously, and mentioned the same thing again, this time Fang Yisheng also ignored the respect for the other party, and rolled his eyes. "Teacher, wake up, I am not tender, and I am not like you, where can you find a picture of a woman who looks like me to show your mother?"

The man seemed to understand that this bad idea was hopeless, and he no longer made it difficult for others. He finally remembered that he should greet this named disciple first.

"It's okay, I can still get used to my college work." Fang Yisheng put the shoes in the shoe cabinet, closed the door, opened the refrigerator with his cell phone in his hand, and thought about what to have for dinner. "Interpersonal? That's it. I talked to my classmates well, and the group report also cooperated with them very well."

The man asked a question, Fang Yisheng stopped his movements. "Don't talk about it."

The man's voice seemed anxious.

Fang Yisheng understood what kind of person the other party was, and was not displeased by his words. "Teacher, I won't talk about emotional matters."

The man was angry and helpless.

Fang Yisheng lowered his eyes and said lightly. "I don't think I can get better. Of course I know it's wrong, but if resentment can be resolved so easily, there won't be so many ghosts in this world."

The man scolded him angrily, and Fang Yisheng could only bear it obediently until the man couldn't stand his silent resistance and hung up the phone angrily.

Listening to the beeping sound of the phone, Fang Yisheng lowered his hands and stared at the refrigerator in a daze. Come on.

Throwing the phone on the table, he closed the refrigerator door and wiped his face vigorously.

The phone rang again, and Fang Yisheng almost wanted to throw the phone out. The feeling of irritability made him on the verge of losing control. He was eager to destroy something to vent the hatred and anger that kept rolling in his heart. He felt his whole body being torn apart.

The bell rang for a long time before it was cut off. He leaned on the sink and panted lightly. He had to rely on reason to comfort himself in order to suppress some frightening desires a little.

He had been to a psychiatrist and taken medicine for his emotional disturbance, but it didn't help, and when he thought of those things, he wanted to commit suicide.

The doctor said he was suffering from depression, and the meds he was taking made him feel so light and trance-like, but it only got worse, emotionally and heck, his life was a mess, so the teacher Making an exception taught him something that was not accepted by scientific understanding but stabilized him.

He can sleep without taking medicine, and can maintain a calm mood without taking medicine. He doesn't want to jump off a building all day long, and he doesn't fantasize about how wonderful it is to be a pile of meat.

The phone rang again, and he glanced at it. It was Chen Yanting. He turned off the phone without hesitation, and was about to throw it away, but at the last moment, he stopped and silently stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

Cell phones are expensive...

This realistic idea made him feel as if he was recovering his health, and the negative emotions slowly faded away as he felt funny.

After making a simple dinner for himself, he sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with hot milk in his hand, looking at the deep courtyard. The height of the fifth floor made his vision dark, and his small courtyard was sunk in darkness.

He looked at the darkness as the darkness looked at him.

He reached out his hand as if to plunge into it, but the touch of his fingers against the cold glass brought him back to his senses.Finally realizing that his condition was very wrong, he crossed his legs and silently prayed the scriptures he knew by heart.

"It's nice to see you. 』

"Haven't you seen it? 』

The man's deep voice slipped past his ears, like a cold poisonous snake, beautiful and dangerous.

Fang Yi's voice froze, Wei Nanjun's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, the way he looked down at himself, the way he smiled slightly, and the tip of his nose seemed to smell the scent of bath milk full of water vapor, all of which made him dizzy and cold.

He even feels hugged.

The feeling of dizziness became more and more intense, and something seemed to be drawn out from the bottom of my heart, dark and festering...

He wanted to rush up to hug that man, kiss him, and indulge himself to grab what he wanted deep down.

want, he wants to...

There was a sharp pain in his fingertips, and he realized that he was lying on the ground, and his fingers left five shallow bloodstains and scratches on the wooden floor.

He propped up his body and turned his head to look out the window. Countless shadows floated vaguely, staring at him coldly.

boom!

Fang Yi slapped the glass window, his hoarse voice hardly resembled a human growl. "Who allows you to stay here!"

The shadow scattered away, leaving only Fang Yi's voice panting heavily and with a distorted expression.

The old house of at least 50 to [-] years is located between several big trees, and the light cannot shine into the house smoothly. The fallen leaves, mud, stones and weeds make the inside and outside of the house a mess.

All the machines were brought up, and all the personnel arrived. After all, bad things happened in this place. Under the auspices of the director, they carried out a simple sacrifice, placing various sacrifices in inconspicuous places in the corners of the room, I hope those who linger here will forgive the offense for the next few days.

Wei Nanjun remained silent from the beginning to the end. He watched a dozen or so young children laughing and laughing in circles. Several of them had a large number of fans. They had red lips, white teeth, good looks, and were full of energy. Maybe it was because of this. This youthful and invincible atmosphere has attracted many older fans.

"Brother Nan, let's shoot up the mountain first after the first scene. You take the students to this place and simply tidy up the house scene."

Wei Nanjun nodded, and the stylist immediately came up to make final adjustments to his appearance.

The assistant director greeted the young people and told them to assemble.

Putting on the rimless glasses, Wei Nanjun followed the guide to position. When the machine started to operate, and the director gave an order, he looked like a different person in the camera, especially dressed like a beast.

"Wei Nanjun has really gotten up these years. Look, just that pair of glasses. I wear them like presbyopia. I wear them on his face. I feel very polite and gentle in the studio. Now I feel really abnormal. This acting is really good. Deserves the Best Actor Award.”

The assistant director whispered to the factory manager at the side, they watched the frolicking actors and Wei Nanjun who kept smiling all the time.

"Isn't it too early to be a pervert at this time? I just arrived on the mountain, so I have to wait until night to show my minions." The factory manager laughed.

"No, this character is excited now. He wants to kill people. He can't restrain himself. That feeling will change people's temperament. Wei Nanjun interprets it very well. This character kills people to enjoy the inflated desire for control. And □□, if he really didn't reveal this kind of breath until the night scene, it would be too deliberate and too rigid."

They stopped talking and watched the performance of the actors on the path quietly.

The young students didn't question why the teachers who have been in the classroom and research room for a long time are so physically strong. The boys' attention was on the only girl. They told ghost stories to scare them and were ridiculed by them. Their teacher looked at her gently. Watching them, calling attention to the mossy rocks beneath their feet, reaching out when the girl needed help.

Compared with the monkey-like male classmates, the girls have a better impression of the teacher and are more willing to stay by his side.

The old house was not far away, and the children showed various expressions on their faces.Some are excited, some are uneasy, some despise the old and dirty house, and some don't care.

The young professor pushed up his glasses. "Although I promised you to come, I really regret it."

"Why? Professor, are you afraid of ghosts?" The male student said with a smile, with a provocative expression on his face that he didn't realize.

"I'm not afraid of ghosts, but I'm afraid of bugs and rats. You better start praying that the house isn't too disgusting."

As soon as he finished speaking, the students froze in unison.

"Card! Not bad, now go into the room for the next scene." The director gave an order.

The daytime scenes are not difficult, and there are not too many NGs. The real challenge begins when the murderer reveals his intentions at night.

Wei Nanjun's assistant came up and fanned him with water, bento and a fan. "Brother Nan, isn't it hot? You've been very quiet these two days." Xiao Liu flapped the big cattail fan that the old man loved.

"No, I probably don't have a common topic with young people. I don't know what to say." Wei Nanjun opened the lunch box, and the food inside was not very good as usual, but he never picks and eats what he takes.

"Where's the little brother who came with Sister Yan yesterday? I thought he was also an actor. I wonder when Brother Nan met such a young actor."

Wei Nanjun's meat chopsticks paused, thinking of the young man who resisted his approach. "He just came to visit the class with Sister Yan and went back."

"Could it be Sister Yan's boyfriend?" Xiao Liu grinned.

"Stop talking nonsense, let your sister Yan know that you can peel off a layer of skin."

Little Liu smiled, and turned to look at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls who gathered together to eat and play. "I'm worried about the night."

"What?" Wei Nanjun raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know how many times I have to NG. Lin Guang and Lu Hongmian are the ones who play the most important roles? I don't want to say, it's just relying on face..."

Wei Nanjun raised his eyes and glanced at the young girl, but did not comment on this.

The role of Lin Guang is the final scapegoat. Lu Hongmian is a female student who has a crush on the murderer. The murderer uses her to drug Lin Guang. In the end, he kisses the female student, kills her, and puts the blame on Lin Guang.

There is no proof of death, and no one knows how Lin Guang took the medicine.

Lu Hongmian's character has seen a psychiatrist because of the pressure of the college entrance examination. The police judged that she might still have the drugs at that time, and kindly gave them to the nervous male classmate, but it triggered a series of tragedies.

The psychological transition and external performance of these two characters are indeed very important. Wei Nanjun understands Xiao Liu's worries, but so what, his scenes with their opponents are far less than their killing each other.

With his current status, no one would ask him to cooperate with a group of kids who could be regarded as newcomers and not considered to be famous.