MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 170 Last play

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"Hello, am I hungry? Takeaway ..." The courier went upstairs with a bag, hopping a little, thinking in his heart that the door would open, could I ask the other party for a signature.

Suddenly, he turned around and looked back.

A ball fell to the ground, bounced twice, and rolled into the corner.

Who lost the ball? The courier looked up and no one was looking.

He dropped his gaze on the ball again, frowned, continued to turn upstairs, and mumbled in his mouth, "Unlucky, I will lose power as soon as I come ..."

The black out of the apartment building, black and black, only one moonlight came in through the window next to the corridor.

I just stepped up a step, and suddenly heard: "Hey."

-The sound of the racket on the ground.

Alas, alas, alas, once, twice, three times, who patted the ball behind him?

The courier quickly glanced back, no one! There was only one ball, and the moment he turned his head, he fell from the air back to the ground, bounced twice, and rolled into the forward corner.

Khan came out all of a sudden, he instinctively took two steps backwards, his heel tripped on the stairs, sat down on the stairs, scolded and hurriedly climbed up, and dared to run downstairs with the ball, only to die Climbed upstairs.

Suddenly rushed to the door of Ningning's house.

"Open the door, open the door!" He punched and kicked the door in front of him, and he did not care if the other party would turn back and give himself a bad review.

The door didn't open, but there was one more eye behind the cat's eyes, saying, "A delivery?"

"Yes, me, back ..." The courier panted, incoherently.

"There is nothing behind you," Ningning said.

As soon as the voice fell, the lights outside flashed, and then the corridor was white—the call came.

"It's true," Ningning Wen said, "I don't believe you look back."

Sometimes people are like dark moths. The sudden light seemed to inject some strength into the courier's soft hands and feet, supporting him to slowly look back.

Huh-a long outburst.

There are no people behind it, no ball.

There was a lingering fear in my heart, and the mood to ask for my signature was gone. "Let's just leave things here." The courier bent over and placed the bag on the ground, then turned and walked into the elevator.

Ding--

The door opened, the courier walked in, turned back to face the door, and suddenly glared, quickly pressing the door closing button.

咚, 咚, 咚 ——It's the sound of a racket.

There was no one in the aisle, but the sound of volleyball went from far to near. Alas, alas, alas, a brown leather ball bounced up and down, stepping up the stairs one by one.

"Quick, fast, close the door ah!" The courier slammed the closing button frantically, the elevator door closed slowly in front of him, blocking the ball outside the door.

Alas, alas, alas—the ball suddenly hung in the air.

A pair of pale hands holding the ball, slowly turned in the direction, facing Ningning's door.

Looking through the cat's eyes, it was a masked person like a child. Beside him, men and women, young and old, were full of masked people.

One of them picked up the bag that the courier had put down, and slowly walked towards the trash can at the entrance of the stairs, loosening his hands, and throwing the lunch box into the trash can.

This was the case for three consecutive days.

On the fourth day, Chen Daoren was intolerable, and she was brought to her doorway in a wheelchair.

"Come out," he said coldly, "otherwise I won't let you hang around in this circle. I'll do it dozens, ten, nine, eight ..."

The door opened, and Ning Ning stood a little bit in the doorway, her eyes moved around, and finally fell on Chen Dao.

"I don't care if you haven't come to the crew for any reason these days. Now, come back with me. The film is not finished, you are not allowed to come back." Guide Chen winked the assistant, and the assistant turned his wheelchair and walked towards the elevator. Go, come halfway, and Chen Dao turned around, "follow me!"

Ning Ning had to lift his heels up.

Wheelchair advanced elevator, then assistant's feet, Ningning's feet.

The assistant pressed the close button, but the door did not close.

The overweight reminder sounded.

The assistant looked around with a confused expression, and there were only three people in the elevator. Why did the beep sound? The elevator is broken? He pressed the close button again. When the door closed toward the middle, he breathed a sigh of relief and returned to Chen Dao's wheelchair.

The floor logo changed from seven to six. The assistant pulled his tie and smiled. "I feel a little stuffy."

"Um." Ning Ning said absently, "because there are so many people."

The movement of adjusting the tie was paused, and the shadows of the three people were reflected on the mirror-like elevator door opposite.

On the left is Ning Ning in a red skirt, in the middle is Chen Dao in a wheelchair, and on the right is a wheelchair assistant.

Behind them were rows of masked men.

Ning Ning pulled out her phone and sent a text message: "The bait job is done, the rest is up to you."

After the text message was sent, the door of Ning Ning's house opened again.

Wen Yu came out of it.

"Brother, it's time for me to go." Wen Yu held her cell phone and mumbled, "I guess you want to ask me where to go next ... In prisons, people who are about to be executed can always find one or two mischief and many mischief. People hate rather than be willing to die, they would rather be gatekeepers. "

After that, he lifted his feet and walked towards the elevator.

The elevator doors opened and closed, and the mirror-like elevator doors on the opposite side showed their shadows.

One left, one right, one brother and one brother.

The elevator doors are open.

"I'm gone." Wen Yu took the lead to step out of the elevator, paused, and said without looking back, "You go quickly ... don't let her down."

Three days ago, they were chased all the way into the house by the masked man. After that, they attacked for a long time. If you ca n’t get in, I ca n’t go out. You do n’t need to eat. I can live by eating meal replacement powder anyway, deadlock. In addition, Shi Zhongtang acted as the messenger of the negotiation and walked on both sides, but it didn't work much in three days.

This is not the way to go.

"It would be better for me to be a bait and lead the mask away." Ning Ning finally made up his mind and said to Wen Yu, "Go and find a gatekeeper candidate. The criteria for this are ..."

Everything went according to plan.

"I hope everything goes well." Sitting in Chen Dao's car, Ning Ning prayed in his heart while alerting to the surroundings.

Perhaps Shi Zhongtang's negotiations are still effective? No one shot Chen Dao's window with a slingshot on the road.

The car came to the crew unharmed, and Ning Ning glanced back. Didn't they follow? What happened, the bait plan failed? Did they run to smell the rain?

"Why did you stop again?" Director Dao also looked back in peace, a little angry, "What mobile phone is still in use, and the crew has been shut down for several days. Do you want to do it?"

"Come here." Ning Ning had to send a text message to Wen Yu, and then hurried into the crew's dressing room.

Today, I changed a new makeup artist. Although the technology is not as good as the previous one, but she wins fast and has good hands and feet. She soon put on makeup for Ningning.

Putting on costumes, Ningning walked out of the dressing room.

She froze for a moment.

The crew is in order, and the mask people are in order.

"The last scene, try hard, and finish it today." Director Chen knocked his palm with the rolled script.

The final scene, The Stage of the Phantom.

The male lead eventually walked together with the rich lady, and the phantom was jealous of hate and jealousy, and eventually stepped on the stage by himself.

I played against others for the first time, but also for the last time.

The last glory, the most beautiful song, the most real me-I dedicate everything to you, so ... choose me.

"I'm here." Shi Zhongtang's voice sounded beside Ningning. "Our side is OK, how about you? Are you okay here?"

Ning Ning raised his chin toward the auditorium and motioned to see for himself.

Shi Zhongtang turned his head and saw that in the theater where the scene was filmed, the audience was full.

There are people inside and there are mask people.

There was a group performance who was going to sit down in front of his seat. Mr. Rabbit in the seat stretched his feet and slumped on his ass. What if the extra guide forks out? Mr. Rabbit beckoned in the direction of Shi Zhongtang, motioned him to sit.

"... What are they doing?" Mr. Ningning was puzzled.

"Look at you acting." Shi Zhongtang laughed. "The masked people have very little entertainment, and many people have never seen the filming scene."

"... Isn't this right?" Ningning wondered, "I was yelling and killing me before, but now I came to see my acting? Are their brains amused? Or are they actually my crazy fans at my house? The door was blocked for three days in order for me to come out and sign them? "

This is impossible, and there must be other reasons.

Shi Zhongtang was silent and said with a smile, "I actually communicated with them a bit."

"What did you say to them?"

"I told them that the incident at the hospital was an accident. After reading the news, you know that you are not targeting masked people, but just scum that abuses pregnant women."

"……that's it?"

"that's it."

Ning Ning stared at him suspiciously, Shi Zhongtang must have said something to them, otherwise this group of people would not suddenly die, but it should not be what Shi Zhongtang said, or more than that, because this group of masked people is really not as good as people who speak so well.

"So next, you have to perform well." Shi Zhongtang raised her hand and stroked the mask on her face—a white mask worn as a phantom, softly said, "You can only bring them into it if you are fully involved. You The better the performance, the longer they watch, and the more time Wen Yu can gain. "

... Ah, yeah, what else can I do?

Whether it's negotiation or fighting, she's not good at it, she can only act.

Then, as Shi Zhongtang wished, use her acting skills that have been honed from the movie theater of Life to keep these masked people in the audience.

"A!"

The final scene, The Stage of the Phantom, officially begins.