Please draw your way of death

When the two arrived on the set, Nagashima was filming on the set.

The director sat aside with a sullen face, his expression didn't look very satisfied.

"Kakaka!" The director patted the table and stood up, his tone full of anger, "Is this how it's acted? You have to substitute yourself in, understand! You are the character, and the character is you, and I need to tell you a few times! "

Nagashima in the venue wiped the sweat that flowed down his chin, and glanced at the furious director without emotion.

The rest of the players also looked exhausted, but they dared not speak out, so they could only silently look at the director with resentful eyes, and then look again.

"I'll give you one last chance, if you don't make it, get out!" The director sneered, and sat down again in his seat, "Everyone, get ready and start right away!"

This scene is about the freshmen of the dance department taking a dance class together. It involves several difficult professional movements. It is understandable that several players cannot complete them.

But because of this, it is indeed very unwilling to complete the task.

So when the director shouted "Cut" again, the atmosphere in the players was obviously a little more impetuous.

"The next part is the male lead's part, is the male lead present?" The director didn't even look at them, and directly took the script at hand and flipped through it.

There were footsteps coming towards him, and a shadow shrouded the table in front of him. When the director raised his head, he saw a young man standing in front of him with pursed lips, his eyes seemed to be on fire.

"In this scene, my movements are already very standard, why don't you let me do it?" Chang Dao took a deep breath, put his hands on the table, and looked directly at the director with a very threatening posture .

"Because you are a group." The director rolled up the script in his hand and held it in his hand, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his eyes and looked at him mockingly, "It's only one person, the whole reshoot, what's the problem? ?"

"Then if we don't pass, will we all die together?" Chang Dao couldn't help but raise his voice and shouted, "At the end of the day, no one will be able to get out alive!"

The director collected his expression, looked him over carefully, raised his head, and said in a flat tone: "Someone will go out."

As if thinking of something, he twitched the corner of his lips, with a sincere smile on the end of his eyes: "At least, I have noticed that one of you players has met the criteria for leaving the instance."

Chang Dao stared at him for a few seconds, moved his lips slightly, cursed something silently, and got up to leave.

"You did a great job."

Hearing the sound, Nagashima stopped and looked back at the director who made the sound.

The director threw the script in his hand on the table, clasped his hands on the table, and looked at him intently: "Remember, you are the character, and the character is you."

"..." Chang Dao frowned and looked at the director for two seconds, then turned around and left without saying anything.

You are the character...the character is you...

Meng Qishu was contemplating, when Ning Mian finally touched his hand suddenly, and his thoughts disappeared in an instant.

"What are you thinking about?"

"The director keeps mentioning this sentence." Meng Qishu looked at the director sitting on the edge of the venue without blinking. Some thoughts flashed in his mind, but disappeared without a trace in an instant. "You are the character, and the character is you... Will there be any deep meaning?"

He remembered that from the beginning of the copy, the director mentioned a sentence, and that sentence was very similar to this sentence...

what is it then……

"Live for the script." I don't know if it came from the tacit understanding of the soul, but Ning Mian's last casual sentence perfectly matched Meng Qishu's hidden deep thoughts.

"Just now the dungeon boss said that someone will go out, which means that this is not an incomprehensible dungeon." Ning Mian's final eyes flashed a little thought, "The only way I can think of now is to finish the script in my hand."

"After all, the director himself said..."

"You are the character, and the character is you."

If the script can be acted out well...

Will there be a glimmer of life?

but……

He doesn't know if he can clear the dungeon, anyway, he thinks he can't even pass today's task!

The seventh time when the director called him "Cut", Ning Mian finally realized how much the players in the previous game wanted to curse.

"That's not enough, do it again." The director tilted his head and ordered the staff beside him, "Every seat is ready, start right away!"

"How is it?" Meng Qishu approached Ning Mianzhong while the staff was adjusting the seat, and asked him with a smile, "You don't look very pretty."

"I've done all the action and language in this scene, why are you still shouting?" Ning Mian finally ground her teeth, and secretly glanced at the director with cold eyes.

It shouldn't be, if it's just acting at the level of the script, this should have passed by long ago...

"Your movements are too light." With a smile on his lips, Meng Qishu took his hand, clenched it into a fist, and pressed it against his shoulder blades, with a little carelessness and bewilderment in his eyes, "Anyway, all The damage is limited to the dungeon. At the end of sleep, hit here, hit harder, now you should hate me very much..."

"..." Ning Mian finally withdrew his hand a little, and followed his movement to punch Meng Qishu's shoulder blade lightly and narrowed his eyes irritably, "Is that so?"

"..." Meng Qishu was really helpless, he put down Ning Mianzhong's hand, and emphasized to him, "You should wake up, I am your rival in love now, and I stole your woman!"

Ning Mian finally twitched the corner of her mouth, and said in a calm voice, "I can't treat you as a rival in love, you are mine."

Watching him let out a breath, Meng Qishu covered his eyes with his hand and said "Ah" in distress for a long time: "It's just a matter of superficiality, don't get too entangled in these..."

"That's fine," Ning Mian finally agreed reluctantly, "I'll try."

I don't know if the final result is good or bad, anyway, when the director waved them down, his face remained expressionless.

It should be... is it over?

"I have been observing the situation in the shooting site this afternoon, and I haven't found any loopholes in the copy for the time being." When everyone gathered together in the evening, Shao Shiyi looked at the crowd and said, "The only valuable discovery is that the director It seems that the quality of filming is very high."

"From the very beginning of release, to the later strict requirements, the director seems to have been improving the quality of the shooting." Shao Shiyi carefully recalled the bits and pieces from the copy, and concluded, "At first, the director was very happy to get angry. Remind the player how to play a character well, but the further he goes, the less he cares, it's all up to the player to figure it out..."

"If this is also counted as part of the difficulty increase of the superimposed book, does it mean that it is really important to play the character well?" Mu Xiaoyun analyzed, "According to this, if the director does not remind the player how to play the character well character, will more players fail to complete the mission at the very beginning?"

Perhaps from another perspective, the existence of the director at the beginning was not to obliterate the players?

"But as a dungeon boss, will he really intentionally increase the survival rate of players?" Chang Dao, who has always disliked crowds, was attracted and couldn't help interjecting.

"Yes." Meng Qishu nodded with absolute certainty, "The dungeon boss itself is also limited by the system, and it is their task to ensure the smooth progress of the dungeon."

As for the superimposed copy, if the difficulty is so high that a group of people will die from the beginning, then this instance boss doesn't have to be a boss.

"According to Mu Xiaoyun's speculation, this book is a superimposed book, and ensuring a stable increase in difficulty is the primary task of the dungeon boss. So it does not rule out that in some cases, the director may want the player to survive more than ourselves." Ning Mian Finally, he added what Meng Qishu hadn't finished in time.

Shao Shiyi listened to the side and nodded straight. Seeing that the two of them had nothing to add, he recovered from his contemplation and asked, "So how do you know the working mechanism of the dungeon boss?"

Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu subconsciously, and Meng Qishu didn't shy away from it. Under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, he said slowly: "In the last dungeon, I met an old acquaintance."

Old acquaintance?

Which player is so good that he even understands the system?

If the curiosity in Shao Shiyi and Mu Xiaoyun's eyes had any substance, they wished they could pry open Meng Qishu's slow mouth and pull out all the information about this acquaintance.

"It's not a player." Meng Qishu seemed to be able to guess what they were thinking from their expressions, and shattered their illusions with a single sentence, "It's the dungeon boss."

Oh, I'm not a player, let's just say, how can there be a player who is so powerful that he even touches the foundation of the system...

and many more?

what?Instance boss?

"Meng Qishu, what the hell are you?" Shao Shiyi found his voice with great difficulty, and his tone was full of disbelief, "Why did you hook up with the dungeon boss again?"

Meng Qishu raised his eyes innocently, and spread his hands: "How did I know that the copy is recycled, and it happened to be my first copy after 18 years."

Duplicate recycling... 18 years... the first copy...

Wait, why did he reveal so much information in one sentence?

"Recycle the copy?" Shao Shiyi leaned forward and confirmed with a serious expression.

"Yes, each copy will be re-evaluated after use, and then re-circulate with a different number."

Shao Shiyi: ...Very well, there is another important piece of information in the Jinghong Information Base.

"There are still 18 years and what is the first book?" Mu Xiaoyun looked at Meng Qishu with deep thought in her eyes, "You seemed to say that you were a novice in the dungeon of the Duke's Castle back then?"

"I'm a returner, and I own the first copy of the entire system." Meng Qishu didn't care how important his words were to the few people in front of him. He smiled and said to himself, "But my first copy It’s been 18 years since the second book, and I know less than a novice, so it’s okay to be a novice, right?”

Of course no problem... shit!