bayedsolid Chapter 43 We Are Everywhere
Chapter 43 We Are Everywhere
"Oh?" Gong Qian raised his voice, his eyes burning with anger. "You didn't do it, I didn't do it, nobody did it. Could it be that the film crew is haunted?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stopped abruptly. Thinking of the eerie scene in room 208, his expression changed drastically. "Assistant Director, report the entire situation here to Mr. Ye. Remember, you must describe it in detail, without omitting a single detail."
It wasn't that Gong Qian chickened out, but rather that he was worried about unpredictable changes that might occur during the live stream.
If Ye Jingke is in charge, it will be easier to shirk responsibility even if something really goes wrong.
He was still lost in his perfect daydream when a hurried voice suddenly reached his ears.
"I reported it a long time ago, but I haven't received a reply." Zhao Nan took out his phone, then suddenly froze. "How could this be?"
He looked at the other staff members and asked anxiously, "Are you still able to contact the outside world?"
Everyone hurriedly made phone calls, edited text messages, and searched online, then exclaimed in surprise:
"There's a signal, so why does it show 'transmission failed'?"
"This is so illogical! I can play games, log on to Weibo, and have a completely smooth internet connection, so why can't I post anything?"
"It's like a sealed space, and something is monitoring and controlling our every move."
Just then, a young man ran in from outside, panting and shouting:
"Director Gong, Assistant Director Zhao, something strange has happened. Half an hour ago, I drove to the city to buy tea, but I kept getting back in circles. I suspect I'm being haunted!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of vibrations began to emanate from the ground.
Everyone looked down at their phones, then glanced at each other, their faces showing fear.
The anonymous messages they received all contained the same message: "[If you want to leave the forest alive, please follow these rules.]"
1. Breakfast for guests is cancelled, but lunch and dinner will be served as usual. You can purchase ingredients between 7:00 AM and 9:00 AM.
2. During the recording of the program, we will take over all equipment, and your cooperation will be needed when necessary.
3. Work will continue as usual. Except for setting up props and transporting food, no one is allowed to approach the castle or leave the office area without permission. Anyone who violates this rule will be held responsible for the consequences.
Finally, a word of advice: don't try to run away, because we are everywhere!
The message was long, and the threats and warnings conveyed between the lines sent chills down one's spine, causing the atmosphere to plummet to freezing point.
Some people are inherently skeptical and immediately slam their fist on the table, shouting, "What the hell? Who are you trying to scare? I'm here to make money, not to be tortured!"
He looked at the stunned Gong Qian and said resolutely, "Director, I resign. Please find someone more capable!"
With that, he packed his bags, turned around, and walked out.
However, as soon as he stepped out of the work shed, he froze, standing motionless like a statue.
Seeing this, Zhao Nan stepped forward and patted his shoulder in confusion, "Hey, what's wrong?"
The next second, the person's body fell straight to the ground, his neck twisted to one side in a strange arc, his pupils dilated, and he was lifeless.
A bolt of lightning ripped across the sky, illuminating the corpse's face, making it look grotesque and terrifying.
"Aaaaaah! Murder! Help!"
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
Screams mingled with thunder, stimulating the nerves of everyone present.
Everyone panicked and ran in all directions, but as soon as someone ran out, the result was exactly the same as that person's—they died instantly.
The directing team had a total of 36 staff members, but in the blink of an eye, only 14 remained.
They huddled together, staring in terror at the corpses outside, on the verge of collapse.
The vibration sounded again, followed by another anonymous text message: [We have limited patience and short tempers. We hope you will behave and obey us, otherwise...]
Although it wasn't written afterward, it was enough to send chills down one's spine.
"Director..." a little girl cried uncontrollably, "I want to go home... Waaah..."
The rest of the people were also snotty-nosed and wailing.
"I just graduated this year... I finally found an internship... I don't want to die yet, sob sob..."
"My wife is six months pregnant... Waaah... The older folks say it might be a boy... If I can't get back... what will happen to them, mother and child..."
"Mom...I really want to eat your braised pork...Waaaaah..."
For a moment, heart-wrenching cries of grief filled the vast work shed, piercing and desperate.
"Shut up, all of you!" Gong Qian's forehead veins bulged, his face turning ashen. "Crying, crying, crying! All you do is cry! You fucking shut up!"
His shout silenced the entire scene instantly, with only the patter of raindrops hitting the roof remaining.
Gong Qian took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "The rules are very clear. If you want to live, you have to do what they say."
He sat down at the computer, pretending to be calm, typed a couple of words and then deleted them, his fingertips trembling. "I know you're scared. To be honest, I'm even more scared, but crying and wailing will only make me lose my composure and won't solve anything."
Zhao Nan, a man who had seen his share of ups and downs, managed to calm himself down and chimed in, “Director Gong is right. We need to stay calm. The more panicked we are, the more mistakes we make. Let’s just do what we need to do as usual. That’s just like the saying, ‘Work as usual.’”
The two men's words had an effect; the crowd gradually regained their senses and hurriedly returned to their posts.
Gong Qian scoffed inwardly, but tried his best to hide his fear on his face.
It's outrageous that an assistant director would dare to overstep his bounds and issue orders on his behalf.
However, he chose to swallow his anger for now and settle the score later once the week was over.
Meanwhile, Ye Jingke returned to his hotel after filming and saw a text message from Zhao Nan as soon as he turned on his computer.
He immediately inquired about the situation, but received a "not in service area" message.
Ye Jingke frowned deeply and contacted Gong Qian again, only to find that the situation remained the same.
He thought for a moment, then dialed his assistant's number. "Book me a flight to the city where the castle is."
"Huh?" Bai Jing was extremely surprised and incredulous. "You have a lot of scenes to film these past two days. Changing your schedule now might not be appropriate."
He paused, then his tone suddenly became unusually exaggerated, "Mr. Ye, even if you miss Miss Cheng, you wouldn't abandon the entire filming of the movie for her, would you? If the media reporters were to take pictures of this, the entertainment headlines would be changed again."
"Enough with the nonsense!" Ye Jingke shouted, his cold voice laced with anger. "Get it done right now!"
Bai Jing trembled all over, and dared not object, so she hurriedly agreed.
Ye Jingke hung up the phone, and after receiving the flight number, he grabbed a piece of clothing and rushed to the airport.
Unexpectedly, I ran into an acquaintance right after picking up the ticket.
"What a coincidence, Jingke, are you on a business trip? Where are you flying to?" A man in a black casual outfit and a baseball cap waved to him with a smile.
Ye Jingke gave a perfunctory twitch of the corners of his mouth, gave a faint "hmm," and walked past without stopping.