My Thriller Survival Game

After changing clothes, assistant Wu Ding appeared at the door of the second floor. Under his leadership, Xu Yang went to the third floor.

When leaving the second floor, Xu Yang did not see Liu Qilin and did not know where he went.

When he asked Wu Ding, he was met with silence. The assistant seemed to be mute.

Before leaving, Xu Yang turned his head again, glanced at the dressing room on the second floor, and saw Qianqian sitting in front of the dressing table with her back to him, doing her own makeup.

The originally bright second floor, with Xu Yang's departure, only the dressing table where Qianqian was sitting and the lights were left on the entire second floor. The rest of the floor was dark, and the atmosphere on the entire second floor became strange and inexplicable at this moment.

When Xu Yang completely disappeared around the corner of the second floor, Qianqian, who had his back to the door, suddenly became stiff and motionless.

"Thum! Thumb! Thunk!"

In the darkness, footsteps suddenly sounded, and the sound came from the deepest part of the fitting room.

As the footsteps became clearer, a figure appeared in the light.

A faceless male model, wearing the clothes Xu Yang changed, walked straight towards Qianqian. If Xu Yang were here, he would definitely recognize that this male model was the male model who was wearing a suit just now.

The male model went straight to the dressing table and sat down where Xu Yang had been sitting just now.

Then, he stretched out his hand, picked up the white paper on the table, and shined it into the light.

The originally blank white paper now strangely appeared with a human face, which was none other than Xu Yang's face.

After staring at the white paper for a moment, the male model picked up the white paper, covered it on his face, and then began to smooth out the wrinkles of the white paper with his fingers as if applying a facial mask.

Next, a strange scene happened.

The originally faceless male model, as his fingers continued to stroke it, his facial features gradually emerged, it was Xu Yang's face.

As all this happened, time seemed to go back to before, as if Xu Yang had never left.

Although the male model has the same face as Xu Yang, he has no eyes, and the position of the eyes is blank, which is indescribably weird and scary.

After doing all this, the male model looked in the mirror and suddenly asked: "Am I beautiful?"

That was a sound that Xu Yang could never make. The sound was soft and charming, but not like a woman's sound. It was very neutral.

As this voice sounded, the mirror that was originally just an ordinary mirror began to flow with blood, and a string of blood words appeared on the mirror.

【He will kill you!】

"Haha~~~"

The male model smiled, raised his orchid fingers, gently touched his face, and asked, "Why didn't I kill him?"

【Dawn is coming soon, you will be out of your mind under the scorching sun!】

"What's good about light is that darkness is eternal."

【You are destined to fail!】

"How about we make a bet? If I win, you will agree to my previous request."

Ripples began to appear on the surface of the mirror, as if a boulder had been dropped on a calm lake. It was obvious that this was no ordinary mirror, and the male model was not a plastic model.

Whether the mirror finally agreed or not is unknown.

I don’t know how long it took, but the male model stopped paying attention to the mirror and turned his head to look at Qianqian who looked like a wooden man.

He stretched out his hand, caressed Qianqian gently, and murmured: "What a perfect piece of art."

While talking, the male model took off Qianqian's head, held it in the palm of his hand, and observed it closely.

Soon, the male model frowned and murmured: "It's still not perfect!"

Immediately, he picked up the eyebrow pencil from the table and started a new round of outlines on this already perfect head.

...

The third floor is a photo studio.

Compared to the crowds on the first and second floors, the third floor seems much more empty.

Perhaps because of the filming, the entire third floor was brightly lit, and everything around was in full view.

The background cloth and various types of flashlights have already been placed in place. Next to them, there are various props with unknown meanings.

Zhu Pan was holding an old-fashioned film camera, standing in front of the background and mumbling to himself, as if he was talking to someone.

After seeing Xu Yang coming, Zhu Pan stopped thinking, walked up to Xu Yang, looked Xu Yang up and down, and said with a smile: "Very good!"

Immediately, he stretched out his hand and pointed at the black background and said, "Stand over."

Xu Yang walked over obediently and stood in front of the black background.

It looked like a paper background, but the moment Xu Yang stepped on it, it felt like he was stepping on carpet. It was soft, soft, and very weird.

After standing still, Xu Yang felt a chill on his back, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him behind him, which made him shiver.

"Click!"

Xu Yang just stood still and was about to say something when the camera shutter sounded, and then the flash suddenly lit up. Xu Yang subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

"Is this the beginning?"

"Yes."

"What should I do?"

"You don't have to do anything."

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

As soon as these words came out, Xu Yang was stunned, but Zhu Pan didn't explain anything.

"Ka! Ka! Ka!"

What happened next was somewhat beyond Xu Yang's expectations.

He stood in front of the black background, like a wooden man, motionless, his expression was extremely stiff, and his hands had nowhere to place them.

Anyone is inevitably nervous when facing the camera, especially an untrained person like Xu Yang, who is even more nervous.

Although Xu Yang has never been exposed to photography, he has seen many similar videos on the Internet. When people take pictures, the photographer will ask him to pose, make an expression, etc., but Xu Yang does not.

As Zhu Pan said himself, Xu Yang did nothing but stood there stupidly, while Zhu Pan held the camera and kept moving around Xu Yang.

The shutter sound never stopped from the beginning, and the flash was flashing continuously. Xu Yang was nervous at the beginning, but gradually began to adapt, and then became numb.

At first, Xu Yang was very resistant to Zhu Pan holding the camera close to his face, but as the shooting progressed, he got used to it.

The shooting went smoothly. However, the feeling of being watched by countless pairs of eyes became more and more intense. He couldn't help but look back several times and looked at the background cloth behind him. However, he saw nothing.

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What made Xu Yang even more uncomfortable was that with every sound of the shutter, Xu Yang felt that something was passing silently in his body.

What Xu Yang never noticed is that the seemingly ordinary background cloth has been twisting and changing from the moment Xu Yang stepped on it. If you look carefully, where is the background cloth, it is simply a ghost cloth.

There are countless faces floating on it.

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