This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

The next day, Lin Jue closed all the doors and windows and didn't go out.

A thick fog had descended today.

One must not go out on foggy days; this was a rule to live by in this world.

The Sanjiang government had even sent out a warning SMS: "Due to the foggy weather, all citizens are strictly prohibited from going out, or they will bear the consequences. Special reminder: If you find a head knocking on the window outside, please hide in a safe place and report it to the authorities."

A head knocking on the window outside?

Lin Jue couldn't help but think of another one-star script, "Inspector," where he played a trainee inspector investigating flying head incidents.

Flying heads, heads that could fly—were these two things related?

Lin Jue looked out the window. The fog swirled, wisps and strands twining together, creating a sense of wonderland, but in reality, it was a hell that devoured people without spitting out bones.

"This fog is getting thicker and thicker. Visibility is less than ten meters. I wonder how many more strange things will emerge from the fog today."

He sighed. The fog was too thick, so thick that he couldn't even see the open space downstairs clearly.

Suddenly, his pupils constricted: "What is that?"

To the upper right of the apartment, about thirty meters away, stood a pitch-black building.

The building's design was somewhat similar to the Xinqiao Apartment, but it was charred black, emitting billowing black smoke, as if it had been through a massive fire that had burned the entire building.

The building stood there quietly, with all the surrounding scenery hidden in the fog. Only that building stood out so abruptly.

It was like a stroke of ink on a piece of white paper.

Not only was it abrupt enough to be seen clearly, but Lin Jue clearly remembered that there was no such building in that location.

He had spied on Mr. Zhu from this location and memorized the surrounding environment. He couldn't possibly forget such a unique building.

"Is it something from the fog? Spatial overlap? Does the fog contain another world? With the appearance of the fog, does that world descend and overlap with the real world?"

Successive questions arose in Lin Jue's mind. After watching for a while, tears involuntarily streamed down his face. The black smoke emitted by the building stimulated his eyeballs, causing them to ache as if needles were pricking them.

He hurriedly retracted his gaze, suspecting that if he continued to look like this, his eyes would probably go blind.

"The True Sight Dharma Eyes can distinguish between the eerie and eerie things. Although Li Cheng had black smoke, it was as thin as a strand of hair. I could even reach out and grab it."

"But the black thread sewing the woman's eyes was much denser, and touching it made my fingers sting."

"And the black smoke from this building only makes my eyes sting after a few glances."

Lin Jue pulled out a few tissues to wipe away the tears. It seemed that the True Sight Dharma Eyes could not only see the eerie but also allow him to judge the strength of the eerie through the density of the black smoke.

Just like Li Cheng said, he was indeed the weakest existence in the fog. Whether it was the black thread or the black building, they were much stronger.

But are there specific levels for the eerie?

This question had been bothering him from the beginning. Those organizations that specialize in dealing with eerie incidents should have the answer.

"The Bureau of Investigation..." Lin Jue muttered to himself. After this script ends, he plans to take on the one-star "Inspector" script.

...

Late at night, Lin Jue turned on the camera and pointed it at the bed. He then lay down on it. Even now, the fog outside hadn't dissipated.

Tonight was eerily quiet. Even the chirping of insects had disappeared. The world seemed to have been muted at this moment.

Then, in this silence, a rustling sound rang out, as if someone was lying on the ground, dragging and crawling across the floor.

"It seems to be on the first floor, starting from 101 and moving towards the back rooms. What is it looking for?"

Lin Jue closed his eyes, carefully listening to the dynamics of the sound, and quickly realized something was wrong: "Could this not be something eerie? Mr. Zhu lives in 101. If it's something eerie, how could it let such a big living person go?"

He could confirm that Mr. Zhu hadn't gone out today, and it was impossible to go out in such foggy weather.

If Mr. Zhu was in the room, a person seeing something eerie would definitely scream repeatedly, but 101 was terrifyingly quiet, with no movement except the crawling sound.

"Is Mr. Zhu very mentally strong? Or is the purpose of this eerie thing not to kill people, but to find something?"

Slowly, the sound got closer and closer, crawling past 102 until 104.

Then, the sound came upstairs, starting from 204 and crawling back.

In less than five minutes, it rang out in 202, which is where Lin Jue currently lives.

The sound was under the bed.

"What's going on? I didn't hear the sound of the door opening. How did this thing crawl into the room? The windows are also tightly closed."

[Scenario 3: This day is shrouded in fog. You are sleeping when you suddenly hear a strange sound coming from under the bed. You are very scared, close your eyes tightly, and pray that the strange sound will leave quickly...]

Very scared?

Having acted for so long in his previous life, the emotion that Lin Jue was least able to grasp was this kind of emotion.

He reached under the pillow, tightly gripping the handle of the fruit knife, his whole body trembling, trying to play the emotion of fear.

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The scenario required it, so he could only do it.

The sound rang under the bed for a while before disappearing.

At this moment, the fog outside gradually dissipated, the moonlight shone down, and everything began to become clear.

Lin Jue opened his eyes, sat up from the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and looked around the room.

The room was clean and tidy, and there were no traces of anything having entered.

He bent down and looked under the bed again. A layer of thin dust that had not yet been cleaned had accumulated under the bed.

"The sound didn't come from under the bed, and nothing entered the room."

Lin Jue walked over to check the camera. Besides him lying on the bed, nothing strange appeared in the recording, only the rustling crawling sound.

"If it's not under the bed, then it's..."

He thought of something and looked up at the ceiling.

He understood at this moment that the thing hadn't entered his room at all, but was crawling on the ceiling of the first floor.

Because the board was too thin, it sounded like it was crawling under the bed.

As soon as he turned off the camera, the crawling sound rang out again, this time even clearer than before.

That thing had really come to the second floor this time!

Immediately afterward, he heard the movement of the 201 door opening, and then the thing crawled inside 201, from the floor to the wall, and finally to the ceiling.

It didn't seem to find what it was looking for, and came out of 201, stopping outside the 202 door.

This guy is coming in!

Lin Jue ran to the bed, pulled out the fruit knife from under the pillow, and hid barefoot behind the door.

Something reached into the lock, and then he saw the doorknob, which was originally locked, slowly turning.

The door was pushed open a crack, and wisps of black smoke seeped in through the crack.

Then a pale hand reached in through the crack.