Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

To be honest, Nan Kemian's inadvertent look gave Mo Zhichan a feeling of horror, as if an invisible blade had stuck to the carotid artery, and if he was not careful, he would die here.

But he couldn't understand how a person who was only two years older than him could have such a terrifying look in his eyes... But aside from this strange point, Nan Kemian is still very kind and gentle to him at present. He looks like a cute boy.

There was also the crazy man who broke in suddenly just now, saying that the phone had no signal and could not call the police. Mu Zhichan felt that this was inappropriate, and he called the unit yesterday to ask for leave.

Thinking this way, Mu Zhichan took out her phone, turned on the screen and found that there was no signal, she couldn't help frowning.

"Xiao Mu, did you sleep well last night?" At this time, the village chief Wan Guofu walked in with a cane and asked kindly.

"Slept well." Mu Zhichan replied, glanced at Wan Xiaojun who lay back in his arms and closed his eyes to sleep for a while, thinking that this ghost is really invisible to ordinary people, "By the way, the village chief, the village is Didn't something happen?"

Wan Guofu sighed, and put the souvenirs he brought to Mu Zhichan on the round table, "Last month, a film crew came to the village to film a movie, and what happened today was a young man from their crew."

"The skin of the whole person has been peeled off and hung on the tree intact, and there are bloody meat and bones piled under the tree." Wan Guofu put his other hand on his face with a heavy expression. On the crutches, "The people in the noisy village are also panicking. They are afraid that they will be the next one to be skinned. What are you talking about? Get someone to go to the town to find the police to investigate."

"But now it is July, and the continuous rain makes the mountain road slippery and muddy, not to mention the special location of the village. The fog in the forest will not disperse until the noon of Zhengyang. No villager is willing If you venture to the town, you are afraid of getting lost on the road and losing your life." Wan Guofu said slowly.

"Is the fog so heavy?" Mu Zhichan frowned, "But those children who go to school in the town..."

"They live in the school in the town, and they don't come back except for winter and summer vacations. Even if they come back, they have to find a sunny day and come back when the sun is shining at noon." Wan Guofu explained, "Young man, these days the morning Don't go out alone at night, and lock the doors and windows before going to bed."

"Okay, thank you." Mu Zhichan smiled and said, "Ah, there is one more thing, can you help me tell my colleagues and tell them to go back first."

"Colleague? Didn't you come alone?" Wan Guofu asked suspiciously.

"No, four... three of us came here, one man and one woman, don't they just live in the guest room in your courtyard?" Mu Zhichan was taken aback.

"Young man, you came here alone. Except for the crew, I haven't seen any foreigners other than you." Wan Guofu shook his head and his voice sounded rough.

"This is impossible!" Mu Zhichan's heart skipped a beat, he frowned and took out his mobile phone to call Xia Kemiao and Li Qianfei, but when he opened the dial pad, he found that the mobile phone didn't even have a signal.

"Village Chief, can I visit your house now?" Mu Zhichan stood up abruptly, but he forgot about the weightless Wan Xiaojun nestled in his arms, so he was satisfied with the little one resting in his lover's arms. Just rolled down like that.

With a sullen face, Wan Yijun pulled the corner of Mu Zhichan's clothes and floated up, and then sat down on his right shoulder.

"Okay, but you have to go back to the wedding room as soon as possible after reading it." Wan Guofu said slowly.

"Okay." Mu Zhichan replied in a deep voice.

The yin marriage room is not too far from the village chief's house, and it takes about 10 minutes to walk there.

Mu Zhichan walked into the guest room in the northeast corner of the courtyard with ease, which was the room where Xia Kemiao and Li Ganfei lived.

He walked in, but found that there was no one there, not even a trace of people living there, and there was even a layer of dust on the bed.

"I'm getting old, I can't clean up the house anymore." Wan Guofu coughed a few times choked by the dust, looked at Mu Zhichan's back and said, "This guest room has not been lived in for a long time, young man, have you forgotten?"

"...Well, maybe." Mu Zhichan said in a low voice, he looked around carefully but couldn't find anything belonging to Xia Kemiao and Li Ganfei, and felt a little chilly in his heart.

Could it be that they were also harmed by some ghosts and monsters, that's why Tiandao erased the memories of the relevant people?

"Oh, boy, don't forget your backpack." Wan Guofu handed him a black backpack.

"Thank you, village chief." He took the bag and put it on his back.

On the way back, Mu Zhichan asked Wan Yijun who was sitting on his shoulder playing with his hair: "Do you remember those two colleagues who came here with me?"

"Remember." Wan Yijun replied, stretching out his hand to gently caress his right earlobe.

"Why did they disappear out of thin air like this? Could it be that they were really killed by some monster?" Mu Zhichan asked in a deep voice, pinching her cold earlobe touched by Mr. Wan Yi.

"Within a radius of a hundred miles, I didn't notice any other ghosts exist." Wan Yi Jun's little hand covered Mu Zhichan's fingertips and said in a low voice.

"Is that so..." Mu Zhichan couldn't help thinking of the scene when Xia Kemiao opened her mouth and asked when she first entered the yard and saw the white jade coffin.

"By the way, Mr. Wan, you told me earlier... your body was melted into the sarcophagus, so what we saw... I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Mu Zhichan regretted it as soon as she asked, and frowned. Isn't this poking at a sore spot?

"It's just my blindfold." Wan Yijun saw the annoyance on Mu Zhichan's face, rubbed the back of his head soothingly, and said fondly, "It's okay, it's all in the past."

At this time, it was foggy.

Today is a cloudy day, gray-black dark clouds spread thickly in the sky, the wind that blows past becomes humid, and it looks like a storm will soon be ushered in.

"What kind of movie are you making!? I want to get out of here! Zheng Feng doesn't look like it's man-made! There really are ghosts in the village!" A female voice asked sharply, her hair was messed up by herself.

"The film is halfway through, how can you say that if you don't make it, you won't make it?" Director Yu Jin'an frowned and scolded, looking very irritable.

"When Zheng Feng is like this, who still wants to take pictures!? Everyone's mobile phones have no signal, and they can't call the police. The forest is so foggy. Besides, we don't know the way. Who will go to the town to find the police!? The assistant director Is it!?" The makeup artist was furious.

"What do you mean?" Assistant director Wan Yu looked at the makeup artist sharply.

"It was you who proposed to come to this village to shoot. If you want to say that, you are also the murderer who killed Zheng Feng!" Xia Yingying, who was in charge of costumes and props, pointed to the assistant director and raised her voice, her eyes were red.

"Nonsense! What does this have to do with me!?" Wan Yu threw the slate in his hand angrily, "Instead of us arguing here, why don't we think about how to go to the police or find out the real murderer! I don't believe what the hell is going on !"

"The assistant director is right." Director Yu Jin'an said in a deep voice, "What about Mo Liang? Only he saw Zheng Feng in the end."

"Before when he learned that everyone's mobile phones had no signal, his mentality collapsed, and he didn't know where he went." Nan Kemian frowned.

"Didn't Mo Liang say that they came to check the equipment after six o'clock? Then he came and asked us to find Zheng Feng at about eight o'clock. That is to say, the murderer went from killing Zheng Feng to skinning him, and then hanging him in the It only took two hours on the tree..." The hostess Ruan Qianqian said with a pale face, "Can someone really skin and kill a grown man in two hours? And the peeled skin...is still so intact, this is human Can it be done?"

Her voice was very soft, and the cool breeze in the forest made everyone's hearts tremble when they heard it.

"There are no ghosts in this world! There are ghosts because there are ghosts in people's hearts! Don't talk about feudal superstitions!" The screenwriter Qi Hezhi stood up and said viciously, "According to what the assistant director said earlier, there is nothing else in this village except our crew. There are foreigners, so let's check from the inside first! After checking, we will check the people in the village!"

"That's fine." Wan Yu said coldly, "Just show evidence that you're not in the woods from six to eight o'clock, right? Then I'll come first. From six to eight o'clock, the director and I are at the village's aunt's breakfast shop. Eat breakfast, that aunt can testify."

"Xiao Liao and I wanted to take a group of country-style photos and post them on Weibo after going out, so we went to the terraced fields. There were many villagers doing farm work in the fields at that time, and they can testify." Ruan Qianqian took a deep breath and said.update the fastest

"I went to the screenwriter Qi Hezhi's room to ask him something..."

Soon, everyone took out proofs of their absence, and the scene fell into a stalemate for a while.

"I won't shoot today. I'll take a day off to relax my nerves. You can go ask the villagers if they have any clues. We will have a meeting at the big banyan tree at the entrance of the village at seven o'clock in the evening." Yu Jinan pressed his aching temple road.

"Then... Brother Zheng's body..." Xia Yingying asked.

"Let's do this for now. Tomorrow noon, when there is no fog, I will go to the town to call the police, and I have to keep the scene of the crime." Wan Yu said in a deep voice.

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Mu Zhichan stood not far away and listened to the whole process in silence. At this moment, there was a touch of coldness dripping on her cheeks, and she realized that it was raining.

The rain mixed with mud and a faint smell of blood rushed into the nasal cavity, giving people a cold and sticky feeling, very depressing and depressing.

"Mumu, why are you here?" Nan Kemian, who walked out of the forest, saw him, and his eyes softened.

"Go back and tell me, it's raining." Mu Zhichan sighed.

The two walked back quickly all the way, so as soon as their front feet stepped on the threshold, the rainstorm was approaching on their back feet, and they fell to the ground crackling, and soon puddles of small puddles were formed.

Mu Zhichan put the backpack on the round table, looked at the gray-white rain curtain through the open wooden door, and asked, "Little Sheep, do you still remember the two classmates who practiced with me?"

"Remember, they are called Xia Kemiao and Li Ganfei, right?" Nan Kemian sat beside him, and touched Mu Zhichan's hand inadvertently, but felt the coldness of the back of his hand.

So Nan Kemian took Mu Zhichan's hand, and put it in his warm hands to cover it, watching Wan Yijun's eyes suddenly darken.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020060916:13:222020061017:23:01期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: want to eat 1 piece of fried chicken;

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Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!