Good Morning, Miss Ghost

Uncle Mo Zhen, who had a beard in front of his eyes, had never seen it before. He had a frizzy black beard on his jaw, and it looked a little shiny in the sun. As if he hadn't slept well for many years, the sunken eye sockets were stained with two distinct dark blues, and even the pupils were cloudy.

But he looked at Mo Zhen very seriously.

Such a weird word will fall into the ears of others only when he is farting, but just casually. But Mo Zhen knew that if it was just casually speaking, it would be too accurate.

抬 He looked up, and when he looked at Uncle Beard's eyes, he felt panic for no reason. But Mo Zhen was always the film emperor. At such a critical moment, he perfectly covered his inner panic with his brilliant performance.

The dark pupils were gradually stained with a touch of irony, and even the corners of the raised lips seemed to be laughing at the man in front of him, "Sorry, I am not religious."

Mo Zhen ’s reaction seemed to be expected by Uncle Beard. He pursed his lips and continued to look at Mo Zhen with perseverance. “Mr. Mo, I ’m not here for MLM. But trust my professional judgment. "

"Oh." Mo Zhen sneered briefly, "I believe more in the hospital's mental test."

"Hey, I'm really not sick." Uncle Beard patted his thigh, and it seemed to be anxious. He raised his finger to Mo Zhen's side and said firmly, "She should be here, and she should be a female ghost."

粗糙 The rough index finger pointed at Aya's position impartially.

Ayao slightly hesitated, she stretched out her right hand and shook it in the face of Uncle Beard. "Do you see me?"

Uncle Beard didn't respond, apparently he couldn't see Ayao.

Mo Mozhen put down the lunch box in her hand, and frowned from the chair, "this gentleman, if you want to be so embarrassed, I will call the police."

Uncle Beard seems to be surprised at this threat. He quickly drew something from his arms, and A Yao looked at it, only to find that it was a yellow charm in his hands.

Suddenly there was a mix of emotions in my heart. An uncle delivering a box lunch even carried yellow charms with him? !! He should dig out a spatula too!

Even Mo Zhen was stunned. Before he could react, Uncle Beard had slammed a large spell, followed by throwing the yellow runes into the air, and the yellow runes burned in the air. stand up.

"Yeah!" The burning flare of Huang Fu seemed to be particularly dazzling. A Yao covered his eyes with his arm, his body flickered instably for a few times, and then disappeared.

Mo Mozhen's heart tightened, and she stood up from her chair. Aya disappeared completely, leaving no trace of hair.

场景 This scene seems to be a great stimulus to Mo Zhen. Something in my brain exploded and burned hot. He turned to look at Uncle Beard, with raging anger in his eyes, "What are you doing? Are these rivers and lakes tricks still used to deceive people?"

Mo Zhen must be at least one head higher than Uncle Beard, and the shadow when standing against the light hits Uncle Beard heavily. Uncle Beard only felt dark before his eyes, and this taste of being despised by his height was very uncomfortable.

If this person is still fierce like a burning flame, this taste is even more uncomfortable.

Uncle Beard was snarled and stayed in place, and even the yellow rune fell to the ground. Many people in the crew also noticed the movement here and came forward to inquire about the situation.

Mo Mozhen was impatient, but explained it quickly. After listening to the crew, the show crew's gaze was revealed, trying to drive Uncle Beard out of the set. But after returning to God, Uncle Beard still firmly believes that Mo Zhen is entangled by female ghosts, and he will continue to catch ghosts without hesitation.

Mo Mozhen was finally angry. He lifted the box lunch on the table and shoved it into Uncle Beard's arms. "Do you believe that there will never be a crew member eating your box lunch again?"

Uh ...

This is really a serious threat.

Although Uncle Beard loves ghost hunting, after all, making lunch is his main job. Mo Zhen's move was simply a paycheck at the bottom of the kettle. Uncle Beard suddenly froze. Although he was unwilling, he still ran away with his tail in his hands.

Looking at the not-so-tall back as the distance faded away, Mo Zhen exhaled from his chest.

The staff members went away when they saw the trouble and went back to their place to continue eating. Mo Zhen could not eat this meal. He used the excuse to go to the toilet, and while everyone was not paying attention, he secretly turned to a hidden corner.

He lowered his voice and called Aya a few times, but only the occasional warm wind responded to him.

Mo Zhen's brow gathered for a few minutes, pulled out his mobile phone from his pocket, and quickly boarded QQ.

The coquettish avatar's avatar is as gray as ever, and Mo Zhen squinted at the corner of his mouth and opened the dialog box with the magic stick.

"Master, do you know anyone who wants to have a box lunch?"

I waited for three minutes, but the other side did not respond.

Mo Zhen's patience was exhausted, and he frowned and stared at the mobile phone for a while, then quit QQ.

Slender fingertips swiped across the screen quickly. Mo Zhen flipped through the phone book to find a long-lost number, and dialed out without thinking.

[The number you dialed is a blank number, please check and re-enter. 】

Sure enough.

Suddenly put down the phone, Mo Zhen pressed the hang up button heavily, trying to sprinkle all the worries on his heart on the phone. After taking two steps in place, Mo Zhen called a few more times, and as usual, he didn't get a response, and then frowned and walked back.

As soon as I walked to the corner in front, the phone vibrated like crazy.

Mo Mozhen took out her mobile phone and glanced at it. The long string of numbers was exactly the number that she had just dialed out. As soon as Mo Zhen's eyebrows moved, as soon as the phone was connected, a man's voice came out of the receiver casually, "What's the matter so urgent?" Mo Zhen wouldn't find him if he was okay. If he had something to look for, he would also QQ. Yes, it must be 100,000 in a hurry.

Mo Zhen listened to the man with a deep drowsiness, and tightened his hand holding the phone, almost roaring out, "Master, why is your phone number always empty!"

QQ will never go online, the phone number is always empty, funny monkey!

The voice of the other party is still indifferent. "All said that my call can only be reached by someone with a fate."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He took a deep breath, and Mo Zhen didn't want to continue arguing with him on this issue, "Do you know anyone who wants Wangwang's lunch?"

"Want Wanted Boxed Lunch?" The person on the phone thought about it, "Their bacon fried rice tastes good."

I was silent for two seconds, and Mo Zhen said again, "Do you know the boss who claims to be a ghost?"

This time the other party was silent for two seconds. "Mo Zhen, do you have a ghost by your side?"

Mo Mohan's mouth moved, without admitting or denying, "Is the boss ordering a yellow note, is there any danger?"

This time the other party was silent for a longer time, and finally said in a compromise tone: "Relax, if Awang's Daoxing can really catch a ghost, he doesn't need to sell a box lunch."

Mo Mozhen was a little relieved. Last time, Ayao would go home by himself after rest. Shouldn't it be the same this time?

不过 "But if even Awang notices that you are entangled in a ghost, it means that you really walked too close to that ghost."

Mo Mozhen is silent. Of course, he knows that staying with a ghost will affect people, but he still doesn't feel any difference in his body, so he can indulge himself deliberately not thinking about this problem.

"Did you look for me last time also with this ghost?"

"Ok……"

I paused for two seconds, and the other side said, "I will return as soon as possible, and use the amulet I gave you when necessary."

"She is not malicious." Subconsciously, Mo Zhen wanted to justify Ayao.

The other side was silent for a long time, and finally said only four words, "Man and ghost have different paths."

Strange.

Mo Zhen knew this as early as five years old, so he never paid attention to those ghosts who clamored for revenge for themselves, but Ayao ...

He smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and Mo Zhen whispered into the microphone: "I know." After escaping these four words, Mo Zhen hung up the phone in a hurry.

I walked out of the corner, and the director was already greeting someone to film.

Mo Mozhen took a deep breath again and walked towards the studio.

In the closed laboratory, high-end precision instruments make the air sharp and cold. Sitting in front of the computer, Gao Sen quickly tapped on the keyboard with his fingertips. The constantly switching content on the screen is reflected on the thick lens of the assistant, like playing a silent movie. The assistant stood behind Gao Sen and looked for a while. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose solemnly. "Doctor, the virus seems to be mutating."

Gao Sen stopped his movements, leaned over to look at the assistant, and raised his chin slightly. The two looked at each other like this for five seconds, and Mo Zhen raised his forehead. "Sorry, I forgot my words."

"Cuck." Cui Daohong's voice sounded in the studio, "Five minutes."

的 The young actor who played Assistant Gao Sen bowed his head and said something to Mo Zhen. Guide Cui went to Mo Zhen and patted him on the shoulder. "What's wrong with King Mo, the state is not good? Have you never forgotten words before?"

Mo Mozhen rubbed her eyebrows and said sorry again.

Seeing Mo Zhen's look a little tired, Guide Cui patted his shoulder again and walked back to the camera without saying anything.

Mo Mozhen leaned on a chair with her eyes closed, trying to get herself back.

When the camera was aimed at Mo Zhen again, he took a bite of the lemon in his hand and finally recovered the feeling of Gao Sen. Looking at Mo Zhen's abruptly changing eyes, Gui Cui nodded with satisfaction.

优秀 A good actor must not only have solid acting skills, but also be able to quickly adjust his status.

After, the shooting was smooth. At 7 o'clock, the shooting that lasted for a day finally came to an end.

Mo Mozhen drove back a little absently, and the sudden heavy rain forced him to slow down. Mo Zhen hated rainy days, and the touch that made clothes wet and clingy to his body was very uncomfortable.

雨 After driving back to the villa area, the rain has not stopped.

The sound of torrential rain filled the carriage, and a woman sat on her knees at the door of the familiar little foreign building in front.

Everything is exactly the same as when Mo Zhen first met A Yao.

Mo Mozhen parked the car and walked to the woman to stand.

Ayao raised his head from his arms, and when he saw the person in front of him, a slightly pale face burst into a bright fireworks-like smile, "Mo Zhen, you are back."

"Ok."

He lingered for an afternoon, and finally fell back to his chest.