Nightmare Attack

"Hao Shuai, right?" The ponytailed woman nodded, "I remember you."

"It's useless for you to remember my name," Jiang Cheng raised his head and said seriously: "If you want something, I have to remember my number. I am No. 49 in the high-end group."

Next, the woman also introduced the information. Her name was Yu Wen, and she was an expert in international relations.

According to her, she has been traveling all year round, but she didn't expect to be involved in a nightmare as soon as she returned home.

This is her fourth mission.

Soon the cowardly voice of the girl in pajamas came over. Her name was Zhang Yinyin. She was a kindergarten teacher. She was still in the internship stage and had not officially taken up her position.

Finally, there is another man holding a camera. He and Zhou Taifu are the only newcomers in this book.

The ill-fitting shirt and head-length curtain made him look very dull.

"Hello everyone," he introduced: "My name is Long Tao, and I am currently working as a supporting actor in a movie crew."

This time only the fat man was left.

Just when the fat man was confidently preparing to introduce himself, Jiang Cheng suddenly said: "His situation is quite special. He has no name, because" he pursed his lips and said with grief in his eyes: "He is an orphan."

"Have you been without parents since you were a child?" Zhang Yinyin's face was filled with pity, "How pitiful."

"Just call him Fatty," Jiang Cheng greeted, "I heard people in the orphanage call him that."

Fatty: ""

After a while, several people stood in front of a teaching building.

From time to time, innocent and beautiful girls dressed up would come in and out of the door.

"This is it," Zhen Jianren looked away and said, "Let's go in."

The space inside was larger than Jiang Cheng had imagined. The corridors on both sides corresponded to classrooms, and the sound of singing and musical instruments could be heard from time to time.

Although there was an elevator, everyone tacitly ignored it and chose to take the stairs on the right to go upstairs.

The large music classroom is located at the end of the corridor on the fourth floor. When they approached, a woman in high heels trotted up.

The woman, who was probably in her early 30s and wearing light makeup, came up and asked, "Are you the photography teacher?"

After receiving a positive answer, the woman breathed a sigh of relief.

In the subsequent exchange, the woman explained that she was arranged by the director and was waiting here to connect with the photography team.

Today is the first rehearsal.

After Yu Wen thought about it, she asked, "How many rehearsals are there before the celebration starts?"

"Three times," the woman replied simply.

"What time does it start?"

"You can do it now," the woman said, inviting several people into the music classroom.

It's said to be a music classroom, but it looks more like an auditorium.

Under the spotlight is a well-appointed choir stage with students who have changed into costumes.

From time to time, people walked back and forth adjusting lights and various equipment.

It can be seen that the school attaches great importance to this anniversary celebration.

"Photography teacher," the woman in charge of docking said something to the on-site dispatcher before running back and waving: "We are ready."

Several people in Jiangcheng have also set up cameras.

The position was chosen by a man named Long Tao.

After all, he works on the crew and knows more about filming than the others.

"We need to record four sections for this rehearsal," the woman said in a polite tone. She straightened her fine hair on the temples and continued: "The first three sections are the choruses organized by the three selected classes, and the last section is three The class sang together.”

"Okay," Jiang Cheng replied, "Then let's get started."

After walking back to his place, Jiang Cheng took the camera bag again and took out the camera that had been stored in the equipment center.

When the fat man saw it, he asked doubtfully, "What did you do with it?"

There is water vapor in the lens of this camera. Although it can still take pictures, the results will be affected.

"Idle time is idle," Jiang Cheng took out his camera, opened it and took pictures at the choir stage. He changed several angles in succession, looking very serious.

But to Fatty's surprise, Zhen Jianren and Yu Wen both walked over when they saw Jiang Cheng holding a camera.

Jiang Cheng moved his shoulders, raised his head, shook the camera and said to Zhen Jianren, "Do you want to try it?"

Zhen Jianren stepped back again.

But his attention is here.

The chorus of the first class ended quickly, and they exited in an orderly manner.

Students from another class began to enter.

Because there is a tripod, Jiang Cheng doesn't have to hold the camera all the time.

After he pointed the camera at the choir stage, he began to look at the students on the stage.

They wore uniform clothes, with pure white upper bodies and blue contrasting dresses on the lower bodies.

The neckline and cuffs are decorated with ribbon bows.

The well-tailored slim-fitting style outlines the girl's slim waist, and the lotus-like skirt sets off the classic British academic style.

Jiang Cheng's eyes swept over one by one, occasionally colliding with the girls' gazes.

The difference is that the girls' eyesight is shattered at the first touch, but Jiang Cheng is carefree and completely lacks the restraint he should have.

While the second group of students left and no one noticed the effort, the fat man came over and whispered: "Doctor, what are you doing?"

Jiang Cheng curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "Don't talk nonsense. When the time comes, let the devil hear what I'm going to do."

Fatty: "Doctor, I really admire you. Even at this time, you are still in the mood to talk nonsense."

Jiang Cheng didn't look at him and said concisely: "I don't think NPC will damage our equipment for no reason, so I suspect there is something wrong with it."

The fat man was startled, "What's the problem?"

"I don't know yet," he glanced at the fat man and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry about me. Just keep an eye on the other camera and don't let someone tamper with it."

The fat man nodded and said, "Okay, I understand, doctor."

Soon the third group of students’ repertoire ended.

The final chorus is about to begin.

At this moment, Long Tao, who was in charge of filming, frowned. He held his stomach and his expression suddenly became ugly.

Luo Yi, who was also following the camera, was the first to notice something unusual and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"My stomach hurts," Long Tao said with a painful look on his face, "Maybe he had a bad stomach after eating in the morning."

Zhou Taifu looked at the choir stage not far away, which was full of people. There were also some people walking back and forth nearby, holding different colored threads or equipment in their hands.

It's like final debugging.

"Can't you just bear it?" Zhou Taifu couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He felt very bad here.

Obviously everyone looks normal, but this normality reveals something inexplicably weird.

As for what was strange, he couldn't tell.

"We'll go back after filming!"

"I'm afraid not," Long Tao's body was trembling, and cold sweat had appeared on his cheeks. "I can't stand the pain anymore. Maybe it's because of the enteritis I had before."