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Outside the church.

The deep courtyard was dark.

All the lights that had been placed throughout the courtyard were turned off.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the rustle of the night wind, and no one in sight.

"Where are the people?"

"Where did Dongzi go?"

Director Zeng and his team held up lamps to shine throughout the courtyard. All the instruments and equipment were in place, but Dongzi was gone.

"Dongzi is usually very responsible, why is he missing at this time?"

"Responsible? Who can say for sure! Maybe he and Shuangshuang were in collusion with each other, and they have already run away."

Someone started talking in low voices.

"Nonsense! Dongzi is not that kind of person!" Dahui defended his friend loudly.

"What's the fuss about? Why don't you check the equipment quickly? If there's no problem, load it into the car right away!" Director Zeng raised his eyebrows.

"But Director Zeng, isn't there that thing?" Lao Mo, the glasses assistant, looked worried and glanced at the others.

In the dark and deep courtyard, everyone's face was sunk in shadow, and everyone looked suspicious.

He was counting people.

"There are only 9 people left again, and the extra person is missing!"

Lao Mo adjusted his glasses, not knowing whether to be happy or worried about this discovery.

He turned around and glanced at the dark church uneasily.

"Isn't this a good thing? It means there is no problem outside! Besides, what are so many of us afraid of? Let's leave after loading the equipment into the car and come back to shoot during the day!"

Director Zeng and others breathed a sigh of relief. Under his command, everyone began to disassemble the installed equipment.

"Director Zeng, don't you care about Dongzi anymore?"

"What do you mean I don't care about him? He left his post without authorization and disappeared. You should contact him quickly. It doesn't matter if the equipment is fine. If it breaks down and is lost, he will be fully responsible!"

Director Zeng snorted angrily.

He had high hopes for a new drama that he had invested all his money in, but encountered various problems on the first night of filming. How could he feel happy?

"Dongzi definitely didn't mean it." Da Hui took out his cell phone and called Dongzi.

Buzz buzz——

Buzz buzz——

On the ground in the middle of the courtyard, a bright light flickered in the grass.

Dahui ran over suspiciously and picked up a vibrating mobile phone in the grass.

"This is Dongzi's mobile phone!"

Da Hui saw the incoming call on the screen and his name was displayed.

"The phone is here, but the person is gone." He seemed to have thought of something.

"Dongzi said before that he saw a strange shadow in the church, but I didn't pay attention at the time."

"He was alone outside just now. Could something have happened?"

Dahui suddenly felt a little cold on his back, raised his head and looked around uneasily.

"Hey, why is our car gone?"

At this time, two employees carrying equipment stopped at the gate.

I don’t know who closed the big iron door.

The light from the lighting shines through the carved iron door, casting strange shadows on the empty ground.

Like a prison bar full of thorns.

The pickup truck that had been parked by the door was gone.

"What's the problem again?" Director Zeng ran to the gate in a few steps.

"Where's the car? Where did you park it before?"

"For convenience, we parked right next to the gate, with the back of the car next to the gate."

"Isn't it possible that someone forgot to lock it and someone drove it away? Or someone parked it on the side?"

The two employees were carrying the equipment, a little confused and a little uneasy.

A strange sense of foreboding haunted them.

"Why are you talking so much? Why don't you go out and take a look!" Director Zeng, sweating anxiously, grabbed the iron door and pulled it inwards.

The cold touch instantly spread from his palms to his whole body, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Then, a tingling pain came from the fingertips.

He hurriedly took back his hand and saw that the tip of his right ring finger was pricked by the carved tip of the iron door, and a drop of blood came out.

"When I'm unlucky, I can't even drink cold water without filling my teeth!"

"Director Zeng, are you okay?" The two employees quickly put down their things and asked with concern.

Others also rushed over one after another.

Assistant Lao Mo handed Director Zeng a band-aid.

"Oh my God, what are you doing around me! This little blood can't kill anyone. Hurry up and open the door and see where the car is!" Director Zeng stamped his feet anxiously.

Although the young team is motivated, they lack thinking and initiative in doing things. Like a child, you have to be taught, coaxed, and scolded.

The others then rushed to open the door.

But at this time, the door shaft seemed to be rusted to death, and it made a harsh grinding sound, but it could not be opened.

"Unlucky! Unlucky! Even if there is a traitor in the team, even the door is against me!" Director Zeng kicked the door hard.

The iron door rattled twice and then fell silent.

Unlike the hot-headed director, everyone else felt extremely weird.

They were all in their twenties, when they were young and strong. Six or seven people together could push a car weighing more than a thousand kilograms, but they couldn't open an iron door?

No matter how jammed the iron door is, it won't be able to move at all.

I originally thought that I would be fine if I didn't go inside the church, but now it seems that I'm afraid it's not safe in the courtyard either.

"Director Zeng, I'm afraid it's not just the door that has a problem, but the entire church." Assistant Old Mo said solemnly.

"Old Mo is right. I've heard a long time ago that the missionary who built this church died here, and his ashes are buried in the courtyard, maybe Dongzi."

Dahui held Dongzi's mobile phone with an ugly expression on his face.

As soon as these words came out, everyone else's faces turned pale.

The night wind passed through the deep courtyard, and the plants and trees swayed gently, seeming to be waving to them.

There were no street lights outside, just a dilapidated road, submerged in darkness at both ends.

The lights in nearby residential buildings were turned off at some point, and it was as quiet as a no-man's land.

The bright neon lights in the bustling area turned into blurry spots of light that seemed extremely distant.

Behind him, the gray-white church stood under the dark sky.

The door was wide open, like a huge man-eating mouth.

After a short silence.

"Call someone for help!"

"Climb the wall!"

"I don't believe it anymore. Why can't you run away?"

I don’t know who started it, but the others followed suit.

After all, he was a young man in his twenties, and there were so many people. Although he was scared, he was not scared to death.

Someone took out their cell phone and dialed a friend's number.

Someone pushed back the weeds in the flower bed and walked towards the wall covered with vines.

"Hey, hey, it's me. I'm Fat Bear, can you hear me?"

"Hello?"

There was noise and an odd tone on the other end of the phone, as if the signal wasn't good.

Fat Bear patted the phone and put it back in front of his ear.

The noise disappeared. After two seconds of silence, a low, familiar voice suddenly came from the receiver.

"Fat Bear."

"That's right, it's me. I'm sorry to disturb you at night. Our company is having some trouble. Could you please help me? We are in an old church in Dongcheng District."

Fat Bear quickly spoke out the request and address.

"Okay." Unexpectedly, the other party agreed quickly.

"Great, then when can you arrive?" Fat Bear was overjoyed.

"immediately."

"What?" Fat Bear was stunned.