MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 142 One more person

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Somehow recently, the number of people visiting psychiatrists has suddenly increased.

"I think ... there seems to be one more person in the house." The woman in front of her looked a little nervous. From the moment she sat down, she kept looking around. "I go home every day, and the things in the house are all in different positions. . "

"Ms. Qin, did you remember it wrong?" Wen Yu asked her, "People's memory sometimes makes mistakes. Is it possible that you used these things halfway, but you forgot?"

"I remember correctly," said the woman. "I may play with my cell phone wherever I want, but I won't empty half the refrigerator and forget to put it back in."

"When did you evacuate?" Wen Yu asked.

"Night." The woman rubbed her face, her face looking very pale, as if she had not slept through the night because of fear, "when I got up in the morning, I put something in front of the refrigerator, and all the bottle lids were open , Especially the beer bottles, all open. "

Wen Yu made a note in the book.

"What do you think?" The woman leaned over him, "shall I call the police?"

If you go to the police, you won't see the psychologist first. Wen Yu looked up and said to her, "This may be sleepwalking."

The woman leaned back on the chair again, and sighed, "Do you think so?"

"Not sure yet," Wen Yu said, "I suggest you put a video camera before you go to bed tonight, or turn on your mobile phone camera to record what happened after you fell asleep."

After sending the guest away, it was almost time for noon break. Wen Yu came out of the office and was sitting stiff all morning. He pressed his shoulders and was about to go out to eat. The door next to him suddenly opened. A psychiatrist stepped out of the stomach while covering her stomach, saw Wen Yu, and hurriedly caught it.

"Mr. Doctor, do me a favor." The other person's face was not good, and his forehead was sweating slightly. "I'm not feeling well today. The guest inside, please help me, thank you, oh ..."

Wen Yu shook her head, dispelled the idea of ​​eating out, and pushed in: "Hello, Dr. Liu has something to do now. I will replace him for the time being. This is my business card."

The doctor changed temporarily, and the guests looked uncomfortable in their snacks. They crossed their arms and hugged their arms, and their right leg kept shaking and shaking, obviously impatient.

He took Wen Yu's business card, glanced at him, and left it aside, then chewed bubble gum and said, "Forget it, anyway, I just panic in my heart and want to talk to someone ... you won't tell others what I said ? "

"No." Wen Yu laughed. "We have professional ethics and we will keep what you have said confidential."

"That's good ..." The man breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Actually, I'm a post editor of the crew, to be honest ... I think we have one more crew."

"Oh?" Wen Yu blinked his eyes. The same thing, he seemed to have just heard it from another person's mouth. He asked, "Who is it?"

"How do I know?" The man complained, rubbing his hair and saying, "Everyone on the Internet thought that there was something wrong with the editing, but it wasn't my job, I didn't have the ability!"

Wen Yu poured him a cup of hot water and tried to soothe his emotions: "Can you talk to me carefully, what happened?"

"Let's see it for yourself." The man pulled out his phone and ordered a video to show him.

Wen Yu was so kind, took the mobile phone and watched it. It was a sequel of a very hot movie some time ago, called "Brother's Woman 2", the starring and director have been replaced, but in order to attract popularity, the previous season's starring Still appeared together in the first episode.

Wen Yu saw a familiar face-Ningning.

"Watch it." The man did not know when he was around him, looked down at the video, "one minute and fifty seconds."

At one minute and forty seconds, Ning Ning appeared in the memories of the heroine.

"Stop!" The man shouted, holding out a finger, pointing at Ningning's waist, "look here."

It is not practical for him to point out that a full-screen barrage has also pointed out the difference. Wen Yu closed the barrage and then stared at Ningning's waist area carefully.

He gradually saw the difference.

"Look at the folds on this dress," the man asked. "Doesn't it look like a human hand?"

On the screen, Ning Ning was talking to the heroine. There was no third person nearby, but Ning Ning's waist slowly showed wrinkles. It looked like a hand stretched out from behind and placed it gently on her waist. on.

"Are you surprised?" Wen Yu turned to look at him. "Did it get windy when shooting?"

"This is an indoor play." The man looked at him like a fool. "And if the wind blows, why just blow her alone and not the opposite female lead? You look down."

Wen Yu watched the video again, eyes widened in surprise.

The folds on Ningning's waist changed.

At first it was just the shape of a hand, but then, the wrinkles slowly moved like a snake, looking like an arm slowly came around behind her, clasping her waist.

Ning Ning was still smiling, but her right hand stroking the earrings suddenly shot down.

"Snapped!"

At the same time, a new drama is being shot backstage.

Shi Zhongtang shook his hand, and the hippie smiled: "It hurts."

Sitting in a chair, Ning Ning glanced backwards, holding a cellphone in one hand, and typing on the other with the other hand: "People and others are watching, don't move your hands."

"But I'm bored." Shi Zhongtang slowly leaned down and lay on his chair. "Are you going to chat with me?"

Ning Ning wrote on his mobile phone: "Then I will be transferred to a mental hospital soon."

"Hey, it's really troublesome." Shi Zhongtang stretched his waist, looked around boringly, suddenly his eyes fixed on a person, and said with a smile, "I'm going to play there."

"Hey!" Ning Ning hurriedly yelled at him, seeing the makeup artist around him looking at himself with a strange look, and hurriedly coughing, "Hey ... who can I get a bottle of water for me?"

The staff quickly brought her a bottle of mineral water. Ning Ning unscrewed the water bottle and drank two sips, and closed the lid. The makeup artist continued to put on her makeup, and her eyes swept towards Shi Zhongtang from time to time.

This guy is almost like a monkey just released from the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain. It looks fresh and wants to try everything. I saw him walking around the old actor who was sleeping, secretly tying his white beard into a small pigtail, and then going around behind the male lead, and started acting according to the script in his hand.

"Close your eyes." The makeup artist held a tube of mascara in her hand.

Ning Ning closed her eyes and felt that the mascara was slowly sweeping over her eyelashes.

"Ah !!" A sudden scream, the mascara shook, and the make-up artist hurriedly took a cotton swab from the makeup table and slowly wiped Ningning's eye.

Ning Ning looked in the direction of the scream, actually an assistant director? Wait, why did Shi Zhongtang stand behind him, and why did he look proud and beckon this way?

When Shi Zhongtang came over, Ning Ning rushed to show him his mobile phone and wrote: "What have you done to Han Dao?"

"He wrote you a text message of harassment." Shi Zhongtang said with a smile. "I helped him out."

Ning Ning froze a bit and hurriedly opened WeChat group to take a look.

"Little beauty, are you tired today? Come to my room at night, I'll make you comfortable."

It's almost a fraud.

Shi Zhongtang didn't send his news about the shooting group to another working group. There were not only active directors but also many popular stars in the working group. So soon after the news was sent out, there were people below. Reply.

Guide Chen: "..."

Chen Shuanghe: "..."

Guide Han: "This is for my wife! Sorry, sorry, accidentally sent the wrong channel !!!"

Without waiting for him to explain, Cui Zhihui, who is in charge of the film, is now on the set and screaming at him with a stinking face: "Xiao Han, come here!"

Ningning watched him leave, and there was Shi Zhongtang's voice beside him. He smiled and said, "Praise me."

Ning Ning was about to take out her mobile phone, and one hand was already pressed on her.

"Look at me." Shi Zhongtang bent over and stared straight at her. "Speak to me."

Ningning looked at him helplessly and said, "Thank you."

Shi Zhongtang immediately laughed and reached out to hug her.

He was so easy to satisfy, but made Ning Ning feel a little guilty.

As if knowing what she was thinking, Shi Zhongtang hugged her and said, "It doesn't matter, I'm very happy now, at least you can see me and talk to me, so I ... happier than most other mask people."

At the same time, in a house.

There is a picture frame on the stand. The picture frame is a pair of men and women. They are dressed in blue lovers suits, each holding a beer bottle. The fireworks are brilliant behind them, they clink glasses under the fireworks.

A mask man stood in front of the photo frame, with a rabbit mask clasped on his face. He was wearing a blue suit exactly like the hero in the photo frame. He looked at the photo frame in front of him with a gentle but nostalgic look, and suddenly heard it in his ear When the door opened, he turned his head and looked at it.

The woman who had consulted in the psychological clinic of Wenyu in the morning, Ms. Qin, stood at the entrance of the porch, put two pairs of slippers on the ground, and tilted her head and smiled, "I'll take care of you tonight."

Standing next to her was a tall man with a video camera on his shoulder and smiling at her as she changed shoes: "Leave it to me."

"You're not afraid at all?" Ms. Qin blinked at him. "The doctor said, I might sleepwalk."

"I'm not afraid." The man reached out and carried her in his arms, and lowered his head and said to her, "I will wake you up when I kiss."

The two kissed.

Their kissing figure was reflected in the white rabbit mask opposite.

The original male owner of the house was staring at them coldly through the mask at this moment.