I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before

The person who fell downstairs was the makeup artist of the crew.

On the way the ambulance was still coming, guide Chen was calling someone.

Ningning heard him claim over the phone: "A little accident."

"It was no accident." Ning Ning held her arms and said to Chen Shuanghe, lowering her voice, "You saw it, too?"

"Um." Chen Shuanghe's face was very unsightly.

The two looked at the attic together.

The makeup artist fell from the attic. Because there was no one around him, he was classified as an accident by Chen Dao.

But they both saw it. A figure flashed in the attic when the makeup artist fell.

Although they were just a glimpse of surprise, both saw the mask on each other's face-a rabbit mask.

"I asked the others." Chen Shuanghe glanced at the people coming and going. "Except for us, everyone said they didn't see them, including those who were on the scene."

No one else can see, only the two of them ...

The identity of the other party was ready.

"Mask man ..." Ningning murmured.

At this time, a staff member came across and said to Ning Ning, "Ms. Ning, someone outside is looking for you, saying it is someone you know, called Wen Yu."

He came just right, and Ning Ning happened to be looking for him.

Wen Yu asked the staff to take Wen Yu to the lounge first, talk to Chen Dao, and then went to find him.

Knocking at the door: "Smell the rain, I'm here."

"……Come in."

As soon as the door was opened, a hand suddenly stretched out from the opposite side.

Ningning was pulled into the door by him, and then the door slammed shut and locked.

... If it wasn't Wen Yu who was standing in front of him, it was another man, guessing that Ning Ning had opened his mouth to call for help at this time, that is, Wen Yu, so she frowned, and asked, "What happened to you?"

"Sorry." Wen Yu turned around and said apologetically, "conditioned reflex."

... what kind of conditioned reflex? Ning Ning looked at him silently, thinking he looked strangely at himself.

He looked at her, his eyes looked like a stranger, her nose from her eyebrows, the mole on her cheek from her nose, and her lips from the mole on her cheek. Get out of her, confirm her identity, then let out a sigh of relief and reach out and hug her.

Ning Ning was a little embarrassed by his sudden hug and asked for a long time: "What the **** is wrong with you today?"

"……It's nothing."

"But you just looked at me ... it felt a little shaggy." Ning Ning smiled half-truth, "It feels like I've never seen me in decades."

"Ms. Qin is dead." Wen Yu was silent for a moment, suddenly said.

Ning Ning stunned: "Who?"

"My guest." Wen Yu let go of his hand, and restraint returned to his body and face again. He became the same Wen Ning who was familiar with Ning Ning, and calmly said to her, "Remember? We went to her house together. She opened the door with blood, and was later suspected by the police to be the killer of her boyfriend. "

After reminding him, Ningning remembered this person: "I remember her, how was she? Really fierce ... did you catch it?"

She herself said hopelessly, because how could an invisible person catch?

Sure enough, Wen Yu shook her head and said, "Because she can't stand the criticism of the world, she committed suicide."

Ningning was silent.

Today's smell of rain made her feel a little strange.

Although it was just a patient relationship, he was still surprised by the indifference he showed at the moment, the tone of a newscast, the indifferent attitude ...

Having settled down, Ning Ning asked: "Speaking of which you told me before, Ms. Qin's ex-husband is a mask man wearing a rabbit mask, right?"

A piece of drawing paper was laid on the table, and the pens and papers were provided by Wen Yu. This is not surprising. Even if he finally worked in the medical profession, he could not change the habit of carrying painting supplies with him.

"It's almost like this ..." Ning Ning said while sketching on the paper.

"Let me see." Wen Yu stood behind Ning Ning, staring at the drawing paper on the table.

On the paper is a mask man.

Not fat or thin, the body looks very ordinary, wearing a rabbit mask on his face, such a body with such a mask, looks harmless to humans and animals.

When he looked at the drawing paper, Ning Ning also looked at him, just as he had observed her before, and Ning Ning also began to observe his eye movements every move ...

"You look at it again." Wen Yu picked up the brush on the table, changed a few strokes on the painting, and asked, "Is the person you saw in the attic look like this?"

Ning Ning turned to look at the drawing paper, and fought a cold war.

Obviously it is a harmless rabbit mask, but somehow staring at this picture for a long time has a creepy feeling. The mask seems to be laughing, as if it will be pulled out from behind in one second. A **** knife.

After hearing a few strokes of the rain, he put a murderer's soul into the rabbit mask painted on it.

Looking at such a portrait, Ning Ning couldn't help asking: "Did Ms. Qin really commit suicide?"

Wen Yu shook her head: "No."

Ningning chuckled in his heart.

"Because I can't stand the criticisms of the world, I committed suicide ... This is an external statement." Wen Yu laughed. "After all, there is no more scientific statement."

"But what is the truth?" Ningning asked.

"The truth is ..." Wen Yu stared at her deeply, "Do you believe that one can strangle himself?"

As the first suspect in the murder case, Ms. Qin was sentenced to imprisonment the first time.

No second suspect.

The "man with a rabbit mask" in her mouth simply didn't exist.

Ms. Qin's family started walking around, trying to find a way to prove to her that she had a mental illness. In fact, in the eyes of the inmate who lived in the same cell, she did have a mental illness.

Regardless of day and night, they always quarreled in the air, even punched and kicked in the air.

"In the evening three days ago, Ms. Qin quarreled with 'Air' again." Wen Yu said, "Because she often did this, everyone in the same room was used to it. Everyone at least cursed, and turned over to continue sleeping Someone heard her shouting for help in the middle, but she ignored her and scolded her for being playful. "Wen Yu slowly said," The next day, I found her lying on the bed with her eyes open, and her body was cold. "

The forensic expert was strangled.

Who strangled her?

A group of people turned on the monitor to see the result, the colder they got on the back.

In the monitoring, Ms. Qin first scolded at the air while sizzling.

Scolding halfway, she started to use her hands. She kept reaching out to grab each other. The fierceness was no different from the vixen in the vegetable market.

"If there is a person across from you, it must be a good old man." Someone saw this and said, "You can't fight back, you can't swear."

As a result, in the next second, Ms. Qin looked like she was slap in the face with a slap, and the spinning top turned half a circle.

She raised her hand to cover her face, and then scolded again. Someone who knew the lip uttered what she said at the moment: "I'd rather die to accompany him than to you, Wang Ba!

Then something happened that made everyone cold on their backs.

Ms. Qin suddenly started to go backwards.

Obviously there was no one in front of her, but she quickly retreated as if forced by someone, from the place where she stood, back all the way to the wall.

Then she suddenly lifted her feet off the ground.

"Help ... help ..." Ms. Qin pressed her back against the wall, her hands pressed tightly in front of her neck, and a pair of feet pulled away from the ground kicked forward.

A roommate seemed to be awakened by her and rolled over on the bed. Ms. Qin turned her eyes to the other with hope, and her eyes were bloodshot due to congestion.

But as the other turned over, he pressed the pillow against his head, and soon afterwards, the snoring sounded again.

Ms. Qin's head dropped.

No more struggling hands, no longer kicking legs.

Like a painting, she hung quietly on the wall ... pinched around her neck by a pair of invisible hands and pinned to the wall.

Not to mention people who have seen it with their own eyes. Ning Ning, who listens only by ear, feels a little cold on his back.

"Her ex-husband did it?" Ning Ning held his arms and smoothed the goosebumps on it. "Why did he do this?"

"It may be an impulse, or it may be an outbreak after patience." Wen Yu said, "However, you are now dangerous."

"Me?" Ning Ningleng said, how could things get on her.

"Killing his wife with his own hands made a big change in his mentality." Wen Yu said, "Simply speaking, he has completed the transition from ordinary people to serial killers."

"Serial ... slayer?" It wasn't in the TV series or in the novel, but in the reality that I heard such a word. Ning Ning just felt strange, and she felt a little distant.

"Mr. Rabbit ... let's give him a code name for Mr. Rabbit." Wen Yu's eyes swept the portrait on the table, "In the eyes of Ms. Qin, in the eyes of the world, he is dead, but He didn't think he was dead. He felt that he had just gone a long way. When he came back, he found that his wife was with another man. He killed his lover in anger but did not kill Ms. Qin. He thought that Ms. Qin would be guilty He would be grateful, but it would be a bit different from what he imagined. "

There seemed to be a little commotion outside the door, what happened?

"'I'd rather die to accompany him than to you, Wang Ba.' This sentence is the straw that crushed the camel. He finally killed Ms. Qin, and he didn't think he was wrong. Wen Yu said, "What he thinks is wrong is Ms. Qin, and those who are like Ms. Qin."

"Ningning, are you inside?" Outside came the voice of Chen Shuanghe, and a quick knock on the door.

Ning Ning couldn't help getting up from the sofa. She rarely saw him in such a hurry. Did anything happen outside?

"Ningning? Ningning!" No one responded, Chen Shuanghe knocked on the door louder, and at the same time, Ningning's cell phone rang.

She hurried over to open the door previously locked by the rain.

Chen Shuanghe's anxious face appeared in front of her, and she looked up and down for a while, relieved: "You're fine."

There was a trough of soldiers and horses outside, and Ning Ning couldn't help asking: "What happened?"

Chen Shuanghe hesitated and looked inside.

"It's all your own, you say it." Ningning said.

"... The makeup artist who fell from upstairs before." Chen Shuanghe then said to her in a low voice, "She died ... was strangled to death."

Ning Ning quickly turned to look at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was still sitting on the sofa, and the tea in front of her was already cold.

He didn't know why today, he was so cautious that he didn't eat any food from unknown sources, and didn't even drink the tea he made.

Seeing Ning Ning turn to look at him, he smiled slightly, and that smile was even cold.

"The characteristics of serial killers are fixed," he said with a smile. "Fixed motives, fixed modes of killing, or fixed types of killing."

Ning Ning swallowed.

"Mr. Rabbit is the last one. He chooses the same type of object to start with," Wen Yu told Ning Ning. "Ms. Qin, and the makeup artist of your crew, what do you think are the same thing?"

Ningning stared at him for a long time before slowly saying: "... we are all masked lovers."

Love.

What a soft word, what a wonderful word, this is even a word that many people pursue for their own life.

But now it has become a life word.

"... What are you talking about?" Chen Shuanghe glanced at Ningning, and then saw the rain. "What is a serial killer ..."

"This." Wen Yu handed him the portrait on the table, and then told him the matter briefly.

The more Chen Shuanghe heard his frowning, the more he squeezed the portrait into his own pocket, and turned to Ning Ning and said, "My dad, let me say, you go home today, it's not safe here."

"It's useless," Wen Yu objected. "It's more unsafe to be alone. It's better to find him and catch him as soon as possible before it gets bigger."

"Just us?" Chen Shuanghe looked at each other in surprise.

"No." Wen Yu laughed. "On me."

Chen Shuanghe was speechless for a moment: "Forget it, just add me."

"Okay." Wen Yu immediately said to him, "I suspect Mr. Rabbit is still not at the killing scene. You go over to see it first, but just look at it, and then come back to the specific thing, remember not to show your feet."

... I'm just being polite. You're starting to direct me now? Chen Shuanghe stared at him for a while, then sullenly: "... Okay, I'll take a look."

After he left, there were only Ning Ning and Wen Yu left in the lounge.

"Why?" Ningning suddenly asked.

Wen Yu turned her head and looked at her.

"Why can you be determined ..." Ning Ning slowly turned his face, "You are the same person as the mask man I saw."

When Wen Yu made her picture human, she didn't react for a moment.

Later, when Wen Yu helped her to modify her portrait, she felt weird in her mind, but at a short while, she couldn't say anything was wrong.

Now she finally reacted ...

"Smell the rain." Ning Ning stared straight at the other person's face, asking word by word, "When did you start ... can you see the masked man?"