If you are sick, you should give up treatment

Xiao Zimo's new film has officially started filming. Because of the small group nature of the crew, the others have collaborated many times and are familiar with each other. Only Xiao Zimo is a "newcomer". It is conceivable that Xiao Zimo is Embarrassingly thrown out alone, isolated, and seemed out of tune with them, especially Xiao Zimo was appointed the leading role by default, and came directly to start filming without even trying the scene, and because he changed the script many times, the others Because he changed a lot of scenes, he was more or less hated.

"The first scene is when you stay in a hotel, so it's okay to shoot in your room?" The director pulled Xiao Zimo to talk about the play, while the screenwriter watched Xiao Zimo commit a nympho. He came by himself, probably because he thought Xiao Zimo would be unhappy, so he kept talking in a pleasant manner. It must be that other people's rejection of Xiao Zimo was too obvious. Even he felt it. The small team is more united, but the same also exists. A relatively exclusive question.

"No problem, do you have a big suitcase?" Xiao Zimo asked. Even if he was excluded, he didn't feel much. He must be a person who doesn't fit in. Coupled with his own illness, he prefers to be alone. alone.

"I'll ask the drama manager to find one for you." This is no problem, it's easy to handle, if you don't have one, just see who has a suitable suitcase and pour out one. The original character of the writer has been changed a lot after Xiao Zimo read the script. Xiao Zimo has his own understanding on this side, and it's perfectly fine to add drama.

After everything was ready, the shooting officially started.

The lens of the picture is zoomed in from the distant view of the villa, and then the house number in the close view. The gloomy and decadent writer tightened his hat, covering most of his face. Only half of his chin can be seen under the lens. He is dragging two large No. [-] suitcase entered the villa.

"Hello, welcome. Do you have a reservation?" The receptionist at the front desk is a beautiful little girl with a big dimple on only one side of her face. She has mushroom hair and light makeup. She is full of youth. She wears this The vitality that age should have.

"Yes." The writer pulled the suitcase towards him, surrounded himself between the bar and the suitcase, and tried his best to cover as many parts of his body as possible. It seemed that only in this way could he feel more secure. , The hat was taken off casually, and the exposed face was unexpectedly pleasing to the eye, even if there were some dark circles under the eyes, it could not hide his own charm.

The writer rummaged through the small bag on his body for a while, took out his ID card and handed it to the receptionist. His hands were fair and beautiful, slender but not weak.

Writers used to reserve rooms online using their own identity information.

The little girl checked the records for the writer with a smile, and she had a good impression of this gloomy man. After changing the room card, she enthusiastically told him the direction. The most labor-saving route, the villa has only three floors, and there is no elevator installed. It must not be very convenient for the writer with oversized luggage. She also kindly proposed to change the room on the first floor for him, but the writer rejected it. When she wanted to say something to the writer, the writer nodded first and dragged on. Walking up with the suitcase, the little girl at the reception gave him an annoyed look, obviously complaining that this man is a fool because he doesn't know how to be funny.

The writer's pace is very slow, and it is not easy to keep two large suitcases in a good direction, especially when one of the suitcases is not very sensitive. Feeling a little tired, the spine is also slightly bent, looking more decadent.

At the corner of the second floor, the writer met a young couple, and the suitcase did not turn around, and just hit one of them.

"Are you blind?!" The other party immediately became angry, and protected the hit girlfriend in his arms.

"I'm sorry." The writer was stunned, apologized, and continued to move forward. The man behind him was cursing and wanted to come up to argue again, but he was dragged by his girlfriend and said a few words before leaving. The writer continued to go up one floor and arrived at On the third floor, the house number was correct. After walking for a while, I arrived at my room. I opened the door with my key card. What I saw was a single room with a window with good lighting. The writer was very satisfied. He I like a sunny room, put down the suitcase, and the writer started to check every place, and when he was sure there was nothing wrong, he took out a disinfectant wipe and a large bottle of disinfectant from the side of the suitcase, and put the Wipe the suitcase that was hit by the young couple, and went to the bathroom to mix the disinfectant. After spraying the room with the disinfectant, he took out the sheets and pillowcases he had prepared. After laying them down, he took out his own Computers, clothes, some daily necessities, and a flower pot, the size of a palm, filled with soil. The soil is somewhat dark and moist. It should be worth something but it hasn’t grown yet. It was debugged by the writer. After a few angles, put it in the sunniest place.

One suitcase was completely opened, and all the things were taken out, while the other was left alone. After everything was packed, the writer showed a gratified smile, and opened the other suitcase gently. A suitcase, and what was taken out of it was a complete skeleton.

The inhalation of the staff was clearly heard in the arena.

"The skeleton is well prepared, who came up with the idea?" The director looked at the writer's slightly nervous and weird smile after taking out the skeleton in the screen, and his skin got goosebumps all at once, and his originally gloomy and decadent temperament suddenly disappeared. This turn makes people feel that this writer is not as inoffensive as he seems, even a little scary, and the characters come alive.

"..." The show manager was silent, he only prepared the suitcase, everyone was busy with their own affairs, and didn't care about Qian Mo at all, he looked at the person in charge of the props, that person also shook his head, there was no preparation in the play Such a delicate skeleton.

"What's the situation?" He didn't get the response he wanted for a long time. The director looked at them a little strangely. He wanted to praise people, not to criticize them. Why hasn't anyone acknowledged it yet?

"Director, the skeleton skeleton is not what we prepared for Teacher Qianmo..." This mysterious prop can only be Qianmo's own... Think about it, an actor who carries a skeleton skeleton with him...somewhat scary...

director:"……"

After putting the skeleton in place, the writer took out a clean square towel, the kind of buckskin used to wipe glasses, and began to wipe the bones one by one, carefully and carefully, looking very nervous and weird.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of a heavy object being hit came from the next door.

The writer frowned slightly. It seems that the sound insulation in this villa is not good. The partition walls between rooms are probably hollow walls, but this is an unavoidable fact of living outside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!" The pounding sound from the next door still didn't stop. This kind of heartbeat rhythm made people very uncomfortable. The writer put down the bones in his hand and rummaged in the bag. Find the earplugs and put them on.

The world is quiet, even though some sounds can still be heard, but it is impossible to distinguish what the sound is without carefully distinguishing it.

The writer continued to wipe the bones, wiping each piece clean as if he could see the light...

When the wiping was about to be finished, the writer heard a knock on the door. After reacting for a while, the writer realized that it was his own door. The writer took off his earphones, got up and opened the door, and there were two policemen outside the door.

"Hello, there are some things I need to know about you."