My Thriller Survival Game

The entire corridor was dark, but the lights on the second floor were bright, and he seemed to see the world of light.

Xu Yang stood at the door, frowning, and asked subconsciously: "Did you see anything?"

"(°ー°〃)Hmm?"

After waiting for a moment, no one responded. Xu Yang was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked to his side, and then his pupils shrank suddenly and his expression changed drastically.

Looking around, Xu Yang suddenly discovered that everyone who had come up with him had disappeared, leaving him standing alone.

"Liu Qilin~"

"Zheng Binghong~"

"Cheng Gang~"

"Julie~"

Xu Yang started calling other people's names, but there was no response from anyone. He quickly turned his head and looked behind him.

The corridor, which was not long at first, disappeared without a trace. Everything he could see was pitch black, and it was as if he had entered another world.

"How could this happen?" Xu Yang murmured.

Xu Yang was a little overwhelmed by the unexpected situation, but his strong psychological quality prevented him from panicking too much.

Instead of retreating hastily, he carefully observed his surroundings. The expected accident did not happen. The surroundings were very quiet, as if time had stood still.

Romance

"Huh~"

Seeing this, Xu Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head again, and looked at the second floor in front of him.

"Do you want to go in?"

Xu Yang hesitated a little. The world in front of him was too bright and white, making it difficult for him to see what was inside. Such unknown things always make people feel uneasy, and Xu Yang was no exception.

After hesitating for a moment, Xu Yang decided to go in and take a look.

He raised his feet and took a step forward. The light was so bright that he subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, everything in front of him had changed dramatically.

The light disappeared, and the originally empty second floor was now extremely lively and full of people, making Xu Yang stunned on the spot.

The first thing that appeared in front of him was a bar counter. There was no one behind the bar counter. There was a human head model on the bar table, wearing a wig and a fashionable style. It didn't look scary.

To the left of the bar is a dressing room.

The dressing room is divided into two rows, separated by several independent but spliced ​​makeup mirrors. There are various cosmetics on the dressing table. Eight or nine women are sitting in front of the dressing table. Next to them, they are applying makeup.

The artist is doing their makeup.

Next to the makeup artist, there were several girls assisting. The atmosphere was very lively. Everyone was talking and laughing, and they didn't seem to notice Xu Yang's arrival.

Behind the dressing room is a rest area, where five or six men of various ages are sitting there, drinking tea, chatting, or reading.

Inside the rest area is a corridor. The corridor is not long, only about a few dozen meters. There are multiple rooms on both sides of the corridor. The doors are closed at the moment.

To the right of the bar is a fitting room.

There is a dazzling array of clothes hanging in the fitting room, mainly wedding dresses, and people are walking through it at the moment.

After observing the situation at the scene, Xu Yang was stunned and frowned.

Everything seemed normal, but no one noticed him, as if he didn't exist at all.

After staying at the door for a moment, Xu Yang took steps again, ready to look around.

Xu Yang came to the dressing room first. A woman of about twenty-five or sixty-six, wearing casual clothes, was sitting in front of the dressing table. Next to her was a woman of about the same age. Judging from her dress, she should be the makeup artist here.

"Is my skin bad?" the woman asked, looking at herself in the mirror.

Hearing this, the makeup artist smiled and said, "It's a little bad, but it's okay. Miss Wang probably doesn't take care of it very much, right?"

"I'm so busy with work, how can I have time to take care of myself?"

After saying that, the woman asked worriedly: "Will this affect the shooting?"

"Believe in my skills, today I decided to make you the most beautiful bride."

"thank you."

The makeup artist smiled and shook his head.

Then, the woman asked again: "What kind of wedding dress do you think is better for me to wear?"

The makeup artist stopped what she was doing, looked the woman up and down, and then said, "Miss Wang is a skinny type, and a fishtail skirt will suit you better."

"Really? Isn't it too revealing?"

"No, fishtail skirts can make your figure slimmer."

Immediately, the two started discussing what style of wedding dress they would wear later. At this moment, Xu Yang was standing next to the two of them, but they were not aware of Xu Yang's presence at all.

Looking at the two people chatting animatedly, Xu Yang frowned and came to the other side.

This is a woman in her early thirties. She is very beautiful, but she looks a little weird. Upon closer inspection, it turns out that she has undergone plastic surgery, and the person responsible for her makeup is a male makeup artist.

Compared to Miss Wang just now, the two of them did not get along harmoniously.

"What brand of foundation is this?"

After the male makeup artist mentioned the brand, the woman frowned and said, "I've never heard of it, forget it, just use mine."

With that said, she picked up her famous brand bag and took out a lot of cosmetics from it.

Xu Yang didn't understand cosmetics. Of course, most men didn't understand either. There were a lot of cosmetics brought out by women, most of them were in English, and any one of them was very expensive.

Not only taking out cosmetics, the woman also took out a lot of makeup tools, which made the male makeup artist next to her look a little ugly, but she didn't say anything.

I thought this was the end. When the male makeup artist started to put on makeup, the woman started to be picky again and even started to instruct him on how to put on makeup. This made the male makeup artist's face become more and more ugly, but the woman was still there.

Where is the chatter?

Xu Yang looked at it for a while, then shook his head and walked aside.

There were seven people doing makeup, the youngest was only sixteen years old and still wearing school uniform, the oldest was thirty-eight years old. Most of the customers got along very well with the makeup artists, but there were some who had difficulty getting along with them.

Xu Yang turned around and found nothing unusual.

This is the routine operation of a normal photo studio. Whether it is a makeup customer, a makeup artist, or a makeup assistant, they are all normal, there is no ghost about them, everything looks normal.

Not finding anything in the dressing room, Xu Yang came to the rest area again.

The topics among women at this time are basically about makeup, styling, and clothes, while the topics among men are nothing more than focusing on stocks, funds, work, etc. In short, they are bragging.

In addition, there is resistance to filming and impatience with makeup.

Xu Yang stayed beside them for a while and listened for a long time, but found nothing unusual. This made Xu Yang more and more confused.