Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu felt his head hurt.

It's not the ordinary pain, but the kind of splitting headache. It's like a hangover, or it's like drinking fake wine, and it hurts to a little nausea.

Immediately afterwards, countless broken and mottled memories began to return.

Just a few hours ago, he stubbornly identified himself as an ancient god, opened his arms to the sky and said that I am the king of the world, contemptuously said to the leader of the sect that you are an ant, and used a majestic and familiar tone to one. The heretic **** called him affectionately, and he didn't even notice it when he died, stubbornly thinking that he would return to the sealed body.

Zong Jiu: "..."

For a moment, he really wanted to buy the station ticket overnight and escape the planet with the train.

After being silent for three seconds, he comforted himself again in his heart.

The leader of the sect is dead, and Shabu Nicholas estimates that he will never see it in this life. As for the devil... he arrived late and can be ignored.

Very good, let this memory turn into nothing, let it go with the wind!

No one knows that the magician once suffered from hypocrisy in the Super S Grade dungeon, nor does he know this dark history that cannot be directly looked at!

In the midst of dizziness and pain and memories returning to the cage, Zong Jiu heard an anxious and impatient voice in his ear.

"When are you going to sleep? The leading actors are already there, do you want to run away with this double-in-the-box?"

The tone of the voice was quite bad, with obvious anger in it.

Zong Jiu felt baffled for a while.

He struggled and opened his eyes.

Strangely, his eyes were gray and black.

It's not the kind of blind night, but the darkness with sunglasses.

Through the polarized light refracted by the sunglasses, he can clearly see what he is now in the reflection of the side car door.

The ragged yellow robe he was wearing had long since disappeared, and he was replaced with an ordinary T-shirt and jeans. Not only did he wear a huge sunglasses with a frame large enough to cover most of his face, he even wore a pure black mask, which looked mysterious and exceptionally fanciful.

What is this scenario?

Zong Jiu ignored the man who yelled in front of him, and instead tried to contact the main system in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Sure enough, a wave of contact was like a stone sinking into the sea.

Logically speaking, if he survived, either the sub-system sit-ups connected to the main system to transfer space for him, or the no.1 pair of Gang Cthulhu brought him back to the trainee dormitory.

But now neither situation is accounted for, which is very strange.

When Zong Jiuyi tried, the anger of the people he had ignored for a long time finally broke out.

"Did your tm listen to Lao Tzu's speech?"

In the next second, the hand that tried to reach out to pat the young man's sunglasses was suddenly grabbed, and gently folded back.

"Oh ah ah ah ah -"

The latter uttered a cry like a pig, and the tears secreted subconsciously suddenly crisscrossed his fat face.

In front of him, the white-haired young man got up slightly from the parking space, his sunglasses slanted down, revealing the sharp light pink pupils inside.

He obviously didn't do anything, just a simple action can make people feel the formidable killing intent.

Zong Jiu said nonchalantly: "You can't speak well, do you have to do it?"

"Let go!"

Zong Jiu remained unmoved, maintaining this posture of bending the opponent's wrist.

Even if his strengthening abilities were lifted, it was more than enough to clean up a dead fat mansion.

Because of the action just now, the pair of sunglasses on his face also slipped to the end of the tall nose, exposing most of his face.

The temperature outside the car was very high, it was a scorching summer.

Zong Jiu murmured that someone had put a strict mask on himself on a hot day, and he reached out his hand to take the mask off, and looked at the environment outside the car.

In the distance is a majestic castle, the whole body is dark gray, surrounded by spires, and there is still a faded dark blue on the top. The style seems to belong to the same style as the famous Neuschwanstein castle in Germany, both in the classical revival period. The most common kind.

The castle is surrounded by mountains and the trees are tall and straight, covering the sky, only a few spots of light can be revealed from the forest.

One can imagine how dark it will be at night, and the moonlight can't shine through it.

Right in front of the castle, a lot of staff wearing vests are walking around.

Some of his people bowed their heads and tied Steadicam on their bodies. The black slide rails were laid on the ground. On the side there was a hydraulic gimbal that hadn't put the camera on the side. The field note was rolled up with white paper in his hand and directed everywhere. A little farther away, there are people who are adjusting the height of the pointing microphone. The direction and effect of the light curtain look very professional.

Zong Jiu looked back, good fellow, the car that he came out just now turned out to be a small nanny car.

He is basically certain now that he has entered a set by mistake.

It's strange that he can't connect to the main system. Is this the real world before he wears the book?

But this doesn't make sense, because not only the outfit on the body, but also the clothes he wears, are different from those of Zong Jiu before the book.

While Zong Jiu was thinking, suddenly the people in front of him changed again.

This fat boy doesn't move anymore.

He stood there, as if ignoring the pain in his wrist, staring blankly at the face of the white-haired young man after he took off the mask. The fat face was full of surprise and obsession.

"?"

Zong Jiu, who originally wanted to give him a bit of trouble, was so cold that he quickly let go of his hand.

Even so, the other party's sight did not converge, instead he was more naked/naked, staring straight at him.

As he watched, the fat boy hesitated and opened his mouth: "You, you..."

Strange, is there something on his face?

Zong Jiu looked back at his reflection on the car window.

The youth that appeared inside was no different from the one in his memory, except that he was younger and more energetic than a magician who had crippled hands before putting on a book, and was desolate and decadent.

He did not return to the real world.

Having confirmed this in his heart, Zong Jiu not only didn't feel lost, but was excited instead.

He of course prefers an endless loop full of excitement to the real world, which is unworried and less challenging and interesting.

This time, I saw that the white-haired young man ignored him, and the fat boy showed no signs of anger.

While sticking his gaze tightly on the former's face, he tried to come forward and wipe the oil.

At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind them.

"Director Li."

Zong Jiu raised his head lazily, and saw another pure black Mercedes-Benz Spint parked not far away.

In front of this luxurious nanny car, many staff members were holding towels and cold water, and the slender figures surrounded by stars were approaching them.

After hearing this sound, the fat boy who just wanted to come up and move his feet suddenly became agitated. He recovered from that abnormal obsession and immediately nodded and bowed: "Emperor Ye, early."

Known as "Emperor Ye" is a slender young man.

He was wearing the most common white shirt and trousers, and he also wore a pair of sunglasses on his face. His temperament looked very elegant. He was more like a young senior from a higher education institution than a person in the entertainment industry.

"Is this my stand-in?"

The actor stepped forward and looked at the latter twice, as if he was a little interested: "Take off the sunglasses and have a look."

I don't know why, Zong Jiu has an unprovoked sense of guard.

This person is full of very abrupt malice.

Although it is shallow, it can't hide from the magician's eyes who are very good at feeling emotions.

The most interesting thing is that this malice is completely different from the devil, on the contrary, it is more like some kind of cold resentment, like being stained by something unclean.

To this end, Zong Jiu looked at his feet specially.

Well, there is a shadow.

"What are you doing? The actor told you to take off your glasses!"

The director Li just turned around and urged him in a low voice.

Zong Jiu paused, and his slender fingers landed on the sunglasses.

There are too many mysteries that I can’t figure out now. There are why he was suddenly transferred here from that Super S Grade dungeon. There are also completely different decorations and clothing on his body. There are also inexplicable situations in front of him, including the abnormality of the director of Fat Boy obsessed.

In the absence of any answers, you can only watch the changes.

The next second, the white-haired youth took off his sunglasses.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone, whether looking directly or sideways, intentionally or unintentionally, as long as they see his face, they all seem to be fixed in place, with a faint black mist appearing in the depths of their pupils, revealing an undisguised obsession. look.

Zong Jiu noticed that among so many people, only the Yingdi Ye in front of him was the first to recover from the awe-inspiring.

He laughed and broke the silence.

"Hey, how come this double looks nothing like me?"

It's not just like, a black hair and white long hair, standing together, the temperament is different, and the appearance is even more difficult to go together.

If it is the value of the face, the little-known little dragon set even stabilizes the actor of countless dream lovers.

Director Fat Boy was startled, his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Their crew was originally produced at a low cost, and the investors relied on Ye Yingdi to bring money into the crew. Whether it was seniority or the backstage, this set was the other side's word.

No one thought that such a mistake would still appear in a kung fu looking for a substitute.

Just as he had finished typing and was about to explain in a hurry, the other party spoke again.

"How about this."

Yingdi Ye curled his eyes, "I think this kid is also a gifted person, so it's better to keep him and arrange a small role."

In time, the envy and jealous eyes turned towards the gray-haired youth.

This is from the actor's personal mention, changed to another skin difference, who can have such good luck?

Director Li was taken aback, nodded quickly and agreed: "Okay."

This is really in his arms.

Such a look is like adding a layer of magical beauty, which can easily arouse the deepest desires/hopes in people's hearts.

Who doesn't want to possess him?

It was also at this time that a familiar mechanical sound suddenly sounded in Zong Jiu.

[Sub-system is starting...The system is started successfully]

[S-level trainee Zongjiu, now in the punishment dungeon]

[The main task of the dungeon: survive to the end of the filming]

[Note: The trainee was detected to carry an unknown source of pollution. After testing, it was a curse mark belonging to Shabu Nicholas. The curse has the characteristics of plague-type spreading. If the curse cannot be lifted, the main system will refuse the trainee’s request to return to the dormitory, and the trainee is also requested to actively find a way to lift the curse in the punishment copy]