Shooting starts, implodes, hope despairs.

Chi Xiaochi was shaken by Guan Qiaoqiao's screams and found himself in the arms of his bedmate Gan Yu.

His arms were locked around his waist, his movements natural and gentle.

When did ...... you hug it? How come he didn't feel a thing?

Gan Yu had only just been awakened by Guan Qiaoqiao, and in a drowsy moment, his hands had already groped up and skillfully covered his ears, saying softly in his newly awakened, half-sand voice, "Don't move."

Chi Xiaochi's face went half numb.

He thought he was dreaming, as if he had woken up to one of those dreary mornings when someone leaned over him in his sleepy state and asked him if the eggs were fried on one side, both sides, or wrapped in steamed buns and crispy fried.

The vision was so good that he didn't even quite dare to turn around.

But he also gave himself only three seconds to wallow in it.

Three seconds later, he breathed a sigh of relief, pushed Gan Yu's hand away without moving, tried to sit up, and said anxiously, "What's wrong?"

Who would have thought that Gan Yu pressed his shoulder and said directly, "Are you really in that much of a hurry."

Chi Xiaochi: "......"

Not to mention, Chi Xiaochi isn't really in a hurry.

Gan Yu looked at him with downcast eyes, "If you're not in a hurry, close your eyes, wake up, and get up slowly. Getting up suddenly without breakfast is easy for low blood sugar."

After saying that, Gan Yu reached out to touch his glasses which were placed beside the bed, while raising an eyebrow at Gan Tang.

Gan Tang then took it upon himself to get up and pull the door open to look out.

Chi Xiaochi obediently closed her eyes, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corner of the quilt.

After several attempts, Chi Xiaochi has a clear suspicion of Gan Yu's identity, but he refuses to admit it.

Although he didn't know the reason, Chi Xiaochi didn't intend to keep asking, so he just took him as a temporary partner first, and would find out the reason afterwards.

It's just that if 061 is really Gan Yu and can really have entities in various world lines, then Dong Feihong, who cooks with the exact same flavors as Lou ......

In the middle of his thoughts, Chi Xiaochi jolted and rolled out of bed, "...... What's that smell?"

Gan Yu exchanged glances with him, and realizing that something had changed, they both got out of bed.

The source of that burnt odor was obvious.

Rolling smoke rose from the Guan Qiaoqiao room, and three or four taskmasters had arrived at the door, but none of them dared to go in, only looking at the door.

Chi Xiaochi, supported by Gan Yu, arrives with an anxious look on his face, and Gan Yu explains to him what is going on in the room in a gentle manner that is respectful of his role as a blind man.

Chi Xiaochi saw it clearly.

The photo of "The Returner in the Snowy Night" was burning on Guan Qiaoqiao's bed with the quilts, the double-glazed glass shattered, the lighter Guan Qiaoqiao had thrown into it bursting from the heat, the plastic shell and dark gasoline splattered everywhere.

Guan Qiaoqiao gripped the back of a chair with both hands and looked at the photo with a fierce gaze, as if this could scare the ghosts in the photo away.

However, her fingers were already stiff and she could not loosen her grip on the chair, so Yuan Benshan had to desperately drag her out with the chair, while Gan Tang, unable to watch, also went forward to help.

The staff, who were NPCs, reacted in a normal way, sniffing and taking the prepared fire extinguishers in to put out the fire.

Guan Qiaoqiao glanced neurotically around at everyone, longing for a definitive answer, "I burned it, didn't I?"

No one could answer her.

Good thing the fire has not spread up, foam fire extinguisher sprayed over a few dozen seconds, the fire has receded, the only thing left is a bed in disarray.

The staff member walks out of the room carrying a fire extinguisher, "Why are you so careless?"

Guan Qiaoqiao thought that the photo has been destroyed, a fluke also came out from the bottom of the heart, I do not know whether to cry or laugh, thought for a long time, or to show a little twisted smile, right answer.

However, the staff's next comment made her freeze, "This old castle is rented, so it's a good thing nothing else burned."

Guan Qiaoqiao stayed frozen for a few seconds and dove into the room.

...... Where are the photos in that messy quilt?

The next moment, Guan Qiaoqiao froze in place.

Out of the corner of her eye, a delicate, intact picture frame appeared on the wall.

The returnee who marched through the wind and snow is near again.

Next, Chi Xiaochi spent an hour experimenting with the properties of photographs taken inside the castle.

Any attempt to destroy and remove the photos from their original location proved to be futile.

All the other photos in the old castle have similar characteristics.

Even if you lock a photo into a room, it automatically refreshes and resets itself after a few seconds, and the act of smashing and burning the photo is a wasted effort.

...... Chi Xiaochi is convinced that Guan Qiaoqiao is on the ropes.

This female ghost inhabits the photographs inside the old castle in a borrowed body, and is able to appear freely anywhere there are photographs hanging, which cannot be destroyed, amounting to no solution.

But Guan Qiaoqiao still refused to die.

She tried to move to an empty bedroom to rest and also move the pictures out of that room, yet within half an hour she escaped from it again screaming.

-- A picture of a children's choir originally hung in the empty bedroom, but by the time she fell away, the picture in the frame had been contaminated and gradually transformed into that of The Returner of the Wind and the Snow.

And that originally palm-sized black shadow gradually has been divided into limbs, and even already can see the five senses.

She cried and screamed to get out of the old castle and sleep with those backup crews outside, as far away from these damn pictures as possible, but was dissuaded by Chi Xiaochi.

Those staff members just look normal too.

They are neither humans nor ghosts. If they are in league with the ghosts, would Guan Qiaoqiao not be entering a tiger's den?

This and that, Guan Qiaoqiao shrinks in the corner of the room with white lips, scratching his scalp with his fingernails so hard that they are filled with dark red dandruff.

Guan Qiaoqiao's madness is understandable to anyone.

If you always feel that someone is in the doorway, in the window, under the bed, with the eyes of an old gourmet looking at a dish of Chinese food, instantly and pervasively spying on you, and this person can not be seen, touched, and can not be hit, and there is no way to know when it will be close to, and do not know when it will be away, will you not go crazy.

However, no matter how frantic Guan Qiaoqiao was, the play still had to be acted out, and it was unlikely that the others would give up their own tasks in order to keep her company and comfort her.

Finally, Chi Xiaochi came up with an idea.

He and Yuan Benshan led the shivering Guan Qiaoqiao back to the room where The Returner of the Wind and Snow had been placed, and directed Yuan Benshan to remove the photo and hang it on the wall upside down.

--The source of the sight is the photograph, and the photograph itself cannot be destroyed or left in its original position, so placing it upside down might isolate that sense of voyeurism.

It was a dumb way to go about it, but Guan Qiaoqiao surprisingly didn't really feel that hock-like stare anymore.

She proposed to flip all the photos in the castle upside down, but there are some precious large photos are mosaic, fixed on the wall, if not relying on the tool is difficult to move, and after the test, as long as the flip more than five photographs, will be the castle itself will be judged as "out of position", all the photos will be a key to refresh, back to the original state.

Chi Xiaochi had no choice but to have Yuan Benshan turn over the picture of The Returning Guest in the Wind and Snow, throw away Guan Qiaoqiao's charred bedding, and replace it with a brand-new set of bedding, so that the tired Guan Qiaoqiao could stay in the room and rest.

Without that sight, she was so weary that she actually slept, but even in her sleep she frowned, clearly not at ease.

After covering the door for her, Chi Xiaochi sighed.

Yuan Benshan: "Is this okay."

Chi Xiaochi: "Cover your ears, you say yes or no?"

More than a cover-up, Guan Qiaoqiao was now the equivalent of being locked up with a ghost, but in order to make her spirit suffer less, in order to gain a little bit of security, she could only empty her brain, forcing herself not to think so much.

Guan Qiaoqiao was now like an ostrich, plunging into the sand as if he had found the safest place in the world, not caring about the fluorescent green eyes of the wolves that surrounded him.

Guan Qiaoqiao's solo scene was supposed to be filmed on the first day, but because she was "sick" and "not in good spirits," the director simply adjusted the shooting schedule to cover the first day of the six main characters' arrival at the castle. The first day of filming was the first day of shooting for the six main characters' arrival at the castle.

Everyone had their own plans and no experience in filming movies, so they made a lot of jokes, couldn't find the camera position, forgot their lines, NG constantly, and made a lot of mistakes, all of them were impatient.

No one would have thought that the best performer would be the least favored "Little Blind Man".

Before filming began, he was helped by the make-up artist named Gan Yu to walk through the scene several times, memorizing his position and confirming the placement of various props several times.

Looking at his clumsy and dull appearance, everyone unanimously felt that Song Chunyang was afraid to be finished.

But the truth is, he managed to shut everyone up and amaze them in his first scene.

In the setting, "Song Chunyang" was half-blind in high school, soft and submissive, and has always been the target of bullying, and only by following the main character can he avoid being collectively bullied, but he has always been the victim of the main character's clique, and a small errand boy.

Instead of following the scripted setup of using dirt-ugly glasses and wrinkled polo shirts to accentuate the air of the average loser, he wore an expensive jacket but didn't bother to cut off the price tag of the garment, and didn't dare to take off the jacket even when he was hot and sweaty, because the thin sweater under his jacket was a particularly cheap style, a thirty-dollar-a-piece treasure-trove item.

As everyone entered the old castle, either nervously or over-exerting themselves reading their lines and walking around, he stayed cowering in the corner of the room, grinning and listening to everyone with a smile, making sure that everyone who looked at him saw his gesturing smile at first glance.

However, if the camera could have given him a close-up, it would have been able to detect a scalp-scratching grimace in his hard-earned smile, which he had held for dozens of seconds.

He was so good as a backdrop that even the director couldn't resist signaling for a few more shots.

Soon it was his turn to speak his lines.

In the first scene, he only had one line.

The hero calls this erstwhile follower to help them pack.

When he heard the words "Song Chunyang", his knees, standing with his back against the wall, habitually bent down slightly, as if he wanted to kneel down, but also as if he wanted to give himself a push so that he could stand up straight.

Because he hadn't been speaking, his voice was a little dry when he let out the first two words, but it was dry in just the right way, "It's still ...... me."

His stupid look amused the ponytailed woman, who had been nervously acting awkwardly, and couldn't help but follow him into the scene, "Not you, me?"

Chi Xiaochi knew immediately that she had done something stupid, and pulled her feet up, ready to head upstairs, but tripped and stumbled over a piece of wood flooring that had buckled on the ground.

He himself seemed to think he was being ridiculous like that, grabbing the crowd and laughing as he explained, "Not standing still, not standing still."

With that said he lifted the two boxes close by and headed for the stairs, only to turn back and glance at the picture on the wall as he touched the stair railing.

This was one of the props that Gan Yu had double-checked the exact location of according to his instructions before he started shooting.

The photo was an ensemble photo brought in by the crew with seven people on it, exactly what the seven they were cast in looked like in their high school uniforms.

He squinted slightly, wanting to see more clearly, but his feet unconsciously rushed upward, hurrying to pack for the seven to go, but his eyes kept following the photo as well, his movements seeming rushed and ridiculous, yet revealing a gentle nostalgia.

Gan Yu, who doesn't have to be in the movie, looks over at Chi Xiaochi with his arms folded and a gentle, restrained admiration in his eyes.

It was not the first time he had seen Chi Xiaochi in a movie, but the first time he had seen it live.

Let's just say he was born for the camera, with that ineffable spirituality and charisma that can easily move people just by looking into their eyes.

There's a scene with him in it, all in one line.

...... While the others were being called by the director to be scolded, Chi Xiaochi excused himself to touch up his makeup and went back to the dressing room with the Gan siblings.

He's not very good at taking off and putting on contacts, so he leaves it all up to Gan Yu.

Gan Yu carefully removed the two layers of film, and for him to ease eye fatigue eye drops, gently blow twice, told him to close his eyes and rest, a pair of hands pressed on the position of his shoulder blades, signaling that he was always there, telling him to rest assured that he can close his eyes, do not need to be afraid.

Chi Xiaochi can't help but think about this thoughtfulness.

Gan Tang asked while picking out clothes for Chi Xiaochi, "I've always wanted to ask why you're pretending to be blind. If you're afraid of people knowing that your pupil color is abnormal, you can just wear contacts to fix it."

Chi Xiaochi closed her eyes and her voice was lazy, "Yeah, why."

Song Chunyang himself is simple and never thinks about these issues, he only thinks that it is an irrelevant kind of love interest, and it will bring him closer to Yuan Benshan and the others, and he is never afraid to reveal his identity as a yin and yang eye when he can help others.

Song Chunyang thinks so, but what about Yuan Benshan?

"Because 'blind' means trouble. Who wants to team up with a blind man." He said lightly, "Yuan Benshan doesn't want others to team up with us and share information, in his opinion, I'm his, this pair of yin and yang eyes should be his, it should be his biggest bargaining chip to survive, if we give it to someone else to use, wouldn't that be letting someone else take advantage of it for nothing?"

Gan Yu fetched a soft towel, wiped up the eye drops that had dripped from his eyes, and briefly summarized Chi Xiaochi's analysis, "Egoism."

Chi Xiaochi shrugged, "I didn't say there was anything wrong with self-interest. Self-interest is not detrimental, but on the contrary, it's a very noble performance."

Gan Yu asks rhetorically, "What if some people are benefiting themselves at the expense of others."

"Then those around him need to be smart about it." Chi Xiaochi says, "Kindness requires a warm heart as well as teeth and sharp claws. The former is used to be kind to others, and the latter is used to protect oneself."

The two of them sang and harmonized, almost saying everything Chi Xiaochi wanted to say to Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang's only problem is that he's been so well-protected that his first glimpse of the cruelty of the human heart comes at too steep a price.

Chi Xiaochi is not afraid that Song Chunyang will not recognize the darkness, only that he will no longer believe in the light.

However, if Xi Lou was by his side after ten missions, perhaps he wouldn't have to worry.

Thinking about this, he leaned back in his soft chair and pursed his lips in a soft smile.

Gan Yu couldn't help himself, so he reached out and stroked Chi Xiaochi's eyelashes through the □□, which were slightly misted.

...... He likes this look of Chi Xiaochi too much.

With the exception of Chi Xiaochi, the first and second days of filming did not go very well, so Yuan Benshan's face was somber as he entered Guan Qiaoqiao's room to bring her food.

For the past two days, Guan Qiaoqiao has locked himself up in his room and asked for food and drink to be delivered.

As the figure in the photo approaches, her condition worsens, and Guan Qiaoqiao has become so sickly that she is all but unable to leave the room, and only this haunted room can give her a shred of security.

But such a sense of security is nothing more than a castle in the air, and it can't make people feel truly comforted at all, but only force them to slide step by step into the abyss of collapse.

The "Night Returner" turned his back to her, hiding his shadow, which made Guan Qiaoqiao more and more anxious, and she frantically wanted to check where the "Night Returner" in the picture had gone, but she didn't have the courage to do so.

Over the past few days, her nerves had been worn as thin as strings and were ready to snap, and when she saw Yuan Benshan, she sat up violently, a glimmer of hope resurfacing on her withered face: "Chunyang, has he found a way?"

Yuan Benshan replied, "He's still thinking."

That's just prevarication.

Everyone knows that Guan Qiaoqiao is going to die, it's just a matter of dying sooner or later, but the person concerned still harbors a glimmer of hope.

Hope is sometimes more torturous than despair.

"Think! Think!" Guan Qiaoqiao screamed out of control, "When the hell are you going to think about it! Why don't you give me some time?"

Yuan Benshan cold face, forced to hold back his impatience.

No one enjoys watching the dying struggles and hysteria of a dying man, it doesn't give any pleasure.

He set the bento down, "Let's eat."

Guan Qiaoqiao stared at Yuan Benshan, skeptical, "Yuan Benshan, did you say something to Chunyang? Why doesn't he even come to see me anymore?"

These days, Guan Qiaoqiao has done too many suspicious things, which is really annoying, Song Chunyang is also a stupid person, often looking for Yuan Benshan, "If I had given her one of my yin and yang eyes earlier, this would not have happened", coupled with the mission did not go well, all kinds of things combined. When all these things were combined, Yuan Benshan couldn't even suppress the cold smile at the corner of his mouth: "Don't you know what you've done in your heart."

Guan Qiaoqiao stalled, his slightly sunken eyes staring at Yuan Benshan: "What I did, you did too. Don't try to make yourself so clean."

Yuan Benshan didn't want to talk to her anymore, and with a strange laugh, he turned his head away.

But this laugh completely irritated Guan Qiaoqiao's fragile and sensitive nerves.

As she lifted the covers, she said, "You're going to treat me like an outcast?"

Yuan Benshan lowered his voice and sneered back, "Is there any value in surviving with a partner like you? ...... A person who will die anytime!"

That comment clearly irritated Guan Qiaoqiao, who let out a harrumph, her face already nearly distorted, "Is that so? Yuan Benshan, then have you ever heard that a man's words are good when he is about to die?"

Yuan Benshan was still ruminating on the meaning of these words when Guan Qiaoqiao jumped off the bed and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Pure--"

Yuan Benshan, seeing the situation, covered her mouth with one hand and grabbed her hair with the other, dryly holding it down and knocking it hard against the edge of the bed!

Guan Qiaoqiao immediately soft body, only feel the sky spinning, fishy hot taste from the hair gurgling down, confused eyes.

She thought her sense of pain had long since been paralyzed by fear, yet it still hurt to actually get hit this hard and jerk around.

Over the past two days, everyone had gotten used to her yelling, and no matter how crazy she screamed, everyone just assumed she was sick again and would never come to check on her easily.

The pain fueled her impulsive malice, and she twisted her voice to threaten him, "If you don't hurry up and find a way to save me, I'll let Chunyang know about all your shit. If I die, you don't get to live well!"

Yuan Benshan looked at her and said nothing.

The interplay of despair and hope drove Guan Qiaoqiao mad, and he said in a conspiratorial voice: "Dr. Yuan, kill me if you can. You were the last person to see me. If you kill me, you'll be the one with the greatest suspicion."

Yuan Benshan looked at her seriously for a moment longer and smiled.

He asked, "What are you talking about? Why can't I understand? What do you want to talk to Chunyang about? ...... Ah, it's something we conspired to do, isn't it. But what proof do you have."

Guan Qiaoqiao : "Don't forget, I have a cell phone--"

Yuan Benshan pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and laughed, "...... You mean this?"

Ever since he suspected Guan Qiaoqiao of leaking, Yuan Benshan has been working on destroying evidence.

His own cell phone was lost on the way here, probably stolen by a pickpocket, saving him the trouble of destroying evidence. Guan Qiaoqiao's cell phone was touched by him during the last meal delivery, soaked into the water, and the memory card was pulled out and broken in half, flushed down the toilet, completely destroyed, with no possibility of repair.

In the other world, cell phone signals are zero, not working at all, not as good as a brick, so Guan Qiaoqiao did not even notice the loss of the phone.

Guan Qiaoqiao once again fell into a frenzy, struggling to get up and roaring lowly, "Then I'll tell him myself! There's no need for any evidence! I'm dying, what am I afraid of? What am I afraid of?!"

"Yes?"

Yuan Benshan pulled the sheet off the bed and said slowly, "Let's try it then."

People tend to lose their minds in madness, and it was only when they realized that their hands were bound to the steel bedrail that Guan Qiaoqiao panicked: "Yuan Benshan, what are you doing?!"

Without a word, Yuan Benshan fetched the pillowcase, firmly gagged her, and bound Guan Qiaoqiao's limbs to the bed with surgical knots.

After all this, Yuan Benshan walked towards the picture.

Guan Qiaoqiao guessed what he was going to do and let out a horrified cry of grief.

"Didn't you say you were going to die." Yuan Benshan said, "Didn't you say 'fear nothing'."

He propped up the frame and flipped it over with a forceful lift!

Guan Qiaoqiao A heartbreaking roar erupted from his throat, but it was blocked under a ball of pillowcase.

She let out a muffled angry sound, probably a curse as vicious as it could be, while she was scared to the point of dry-heaving.

Yuan Benshan, however, didn't bother to continue listening to her tantrums, took the room key from the struggling Guan Qiaoqiao, walked out, locked the door, put the key into his pocket, and stepped away.

He may not kill people, but ghosts can.

The sight enveloped Guan Qiaoqiao again.

Guan Qiaoqiao was tied to the bed, unable to move, his chest could not help but rise and fall, not daring to look at the photo, but could not help but look at it.

She was finally careful to part with a little bit of her afterglow.

The photographs were still of a snow-covered plain, reckless, yet the figure of the night-returner did not continue to expand, and was even a little smaller than it had been a few days before, the

However, the sense of being spied on continued unabated, tormenting her to the point where she couldn't stop banging her head against the bedpan.

What's going on? Isn't the nightman far away?

And the images in the photographs always gave Guan Qiaoqiao a subtle sense of incongruity, as if they were different from the photographs she had seen before.

She mustered up enough courage to look right over.

Gradually, Guan Qiaoqiao opened his eyes wide.

...... She found out.

The white of the image is not the white of the snowfields, but the white of the pupils.

And the inky black dots, the very pupils of the stillness, were gazing motionlessly at her on the bed.

Her mouth opened wide, saliva dripping from the corners of her lips, and a hoarse cry of grief squeezed out of her chest, too fearful to be human.