monster guardian

The man fiddled with the camera for a while, but couldn't take a single photo.

He stood there in a daze for a few seconds before feeling a burst of regret.He looked at the reporter who had collapsed on the ground, then lifted him up and shook him. The reporter swayed like a noodle, and it was obviously impossible to recover.

The man had no choice but to let go, first hid the camera in the bucket, then took the bucket with the cleaning mop in it, buried his head, and slowly moved forward step by step.

The snow fell harder and covered the ground in a short while.

The ground is getting slippery.

Fortunately, Mushui and his party have already arrived on the set.

The director wanted to change the scene temporarily and take advantage of such a beautiful snow scene to shoot a scene.But after seeing Qi Xinghan wrestling continuously, the director gave up this idea.

If there are more falls, who can afford it!

Just fans can tear him apart!

"Let's go, let's go to the interior! Shoot scenes 69 to 73! Be careful with slippery roads..." the assistant director greeted everyone to go to the interior.

As they walked, they came to the small building where Ding Ya died last time.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

It was the assistant director who broke the stagnant atmosphere: "What are you looking at? Next to this building, let's go, let's go in."

Ding Ya is gone, but the filming has to continue, and the interior scene that was not finished last time has to be continued.

The crew was afraid to go to the previous place, but it was still feasible to change to the building next to it with similar interior decoration.

The building next to it is also standing there independently, surrounded by a circle of tin trash cans.

Guo Yong and the director walked in front, and Qi Xinghan, Mushui, and Yuan Sheng walked behind.When they walked downstairs, a pool of black matter mixed with some blood-colored substance happened to lie in front of the steps.

Yuan Sheng suddenly picked up Mushui with one hand, it looked as if Mushui was riding on his arm.

Mushui: "???"

Others around were also taken aback.

Yuan Sheng didn't notice the strange gazes of other people, just hugged Mushui like this, stepped over with his long legs, and walked up the steps.

Mushui raised his heart to his throat, for fear that he would fall again, split a fork, and smash himself down.

……so far so good.

This time Yuan Sheng stood firm.

Mushui glanced back and said, "That's the effect of props."

Yuan Sheng put him down, but he didn't let go immediately, and still held him around his waist.Yuan Sheng whispered to him, "It's not props, it's real, and it smells like blood."

Mushui's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to turn his head to look again, but the people behind had already caught up, and the black and red thing was blocked just like that.

Mushui looked up and saw that Guo Yong, the director and some staff had already gone upstairs.

Mushui said in a low voice: "Follow up first."

Yuan Sheng didn't refute, and walked slowly behind Mushui, and went upstairs together.

Qi Xinghan and his assistant followed closely behind.

The same interior layout brings the same discomfort.And because of Ding Ya's death, this place that looked so familiar made people feel an inexplicable pressure.

Qi Xinghan, Kang Ye, and other actors who participated in the play followed the staff into the room.

Just as Mushui was about to follow, Yuan Sheng grabbed his wrist.

The wrist is very thin.

Yuan Sheng lowered his eyes unconsciously, and tightened his fingers.

"Take a walk around." Yuan Sheng whispered in his ear.

Mushui understood what he meant, so he nodded.

In the room, Qi Xinghan turned his head and glanced in Mushui's direction.

The director's assistant stepped forward and asked him, "Brother Qi, are you ready?"

Qi Xinghan didn't respond, but turned his head to look at Kang Ye first, and saw Kang Ye was also staring in Mushui's direction.

Only then did Qi Xinghan retract his gaze, and said in a low voice, "Get ready."

"Okay! Ready to start!" The field manager shouted.

The next scene to be filmed is Qi Xinghan's character, who is going to kill Kang Ye's character.

Qi Xinghan raised his eyes slightly, and looked in Kang Ye's direction.

Kang Ye met his gaze, and his heart trembled unconsciously, as if he was really being targeted by a perverted murderer.

……

"Kang Ye said that there is another second-level member of Katopas in the crew. He can sense it, but he doesn't know who it is. Old Lin is dead, maybe Katopas will send new people. And that The cleaner who bumped into me is also very strange..." Mushui walked forward side by side with Yuan Sheng, tugged at Yuan Sheng's sleeve, and whispered to him.

Yuan Sheng had to keep tilting his body slightly, tilting his head sideways to listen to Mushui's words.

As they talked, they turned a corner.

Yuan Sheng put his arms around Mushui's waist, and picked him up again.

Mushui wasn't surprised this time, he looked down, and at the corner, there was another puddle of black mixed with red substance, like blood, but also a bit like vomit, or some kind of strange secretion.

Yuan Sheng stepped over with him in his arms, and didn't let him down again.

They moved forward slowly, and Mushui even slowed down his breathing.

Next, they went from the second floor to the fourth floor along the stairs, and walked through each floor, and found several puddles of such substances one after another.

Yuan Sheng also hugged him with one arm, relaxed, not knowing how much power was hidden under the muscles.

The entire small building is only five stories high.

Mushui looked at the stairs from the fourth floor to the fifth floor...the last floor.Will there be monsters hiding on it?

Mushui turned around slightly, clasped his hands on Yuan Sheng's shoulders, then arched his back slightly, almost touching Yuan Sheng's ears.He lowered his voice to the extreme and said, "Put me down."

Yuan Sheng didn't move, and planned to continue walking up.

Mushui quickly tugged at his ears.

"Ah, I'm sorry." Mushui quickly withdrew his hand and grabbed his clothes instead.

"How about we wait for Qi Xinghan to finish filming, and then come up together?" Mushui recalled the scene where Qi Xinghan subdued Zhao Yun, Qi Xinghan was still very powerful.More people, more power, so you don't have to worry about personal safety.

Yuan Sheng said a little unhappy: "What are you waiting for him? What's the use of him?"

After speaking, Yuan Sheng walked up a flight of stairs with Mushui in his arms.

There was another puddle of strange matter lying there, but Yuan Sheng didn't cross over with Mushui in his arms.

A man stood at the end of the stairs, watching them condescendingly.This person is about 1.7 meters tall, wearing an old and old black cotton padded jacket, with a weird plastic bag on his head. The plastic bag seems to be picked up everywhere. It is black and completely covers his face. There are only two There is a small hole, revealing the dark pupils behind.

It looks very weird.

It also makes it impossible to judge what kind of person he is.

But Mushui still noticed the details at a glance.

The person's fingers were deformed, and there were obvious signs of adhesion between the index finger and middle finger.

He also seemed to be on fire.

He is not the cleaner, the cleaner is taller than him.

Yuan Sheng bowed slightly, put Mushui down, and said flatly, "Wait here for me, don't move."

After speaking, he walked up the final stairs in two or three steps.

Yuan Sheng came to him.

The plastic bag man, as if he had reacted suddenly, shrank back suddenly, turned around and was about to run.

Mushui: "???"

Are you so cowardly?

Isn't it positive?

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps running upstairs downstairs.

Mushui shuddered all over, turned his head to look down, and saw a figure in a gray coat jumping up quickly, the whole process may not even take half a minute.

The figure passed by Mushui, and rushed straight at the plastic bag man, when he heard a low "Wow", the plastic bag man was knocked out and flew straight over the railing and fell down the stairs.

Yuan Sheng paused, and looked at the visitor coldly.

The visitor stood still, tall and thin, with a youthful air.

It's Shen Maojia.

"Go downstairs first." Mushui said quickly, then turned to go downstairs.

Yuan Sheng closed his eyes and stopped looking at Shen Maojia. He took another long leg, walked down the stairs quickly, and walked to Mushui's side. He picked up Mushui and walked upstairs quickly as if he was packing away go down.

Shen Maojia pursed her lips from behind and followed.

In the room on the second floor, the director patted the monitor with the script in his hand angrily: "Who was so noisy just now?"

The staff looked at each other: "No, I don't know..."

"It seems, there seems to be the sound of something falling..."

"No, it sounds like a falling building..."

The director's face changed slightly: "It can't be so unlucky, can it? Go and have a look."

The staff temporarily stopped their work, turned around, walked to the window, and looked down.

At this time, the three of Mushui also went downstairs one after another.

The puddle of matter lying in front of the steps was still there, but there was a bigger one not far in front of it, the size of which was almost as large as that of a human figure.

And the plastic bag man has disappeared.

Mushui was sure that the man was a monster, and it was probably sent by Katopas to a large extent.

He is the same monster as the cleaner.

Mushui turned his head and asked Yuan Sheng: "Did you fall to your death?"

Yuan Sheng was still angry just now, he raised his hand and slapped Mushui's buttocks: "Why are you throwing me to death?"

Slap, fart, butt.

Mushui's face suddenly became round with anger, and he said angrily: "No, I just want to know if that person fell to his death just now, so I'll ask you for reference."

"I haven't tried it, and no one has been able to throw me off the stairs." Yuan Shenggang finished.

Mushui kicked his ass: "Put me down."

Even now.

Yuan Sheng let go of his hand unhappily: "It's useless to ask Qi Xinghan, he certainly doesn't know."

Mushui turned to look at Shen Maojia: "Why are you here?"

Shen Maojia's face was gloomy, and he didn't look very happy. He said in a low voice, "You didn't bring me with you when you left, so you followed me, and you happened to find the fourth floor."

"Do you know who that is?" Mushui asked.

Shen Maojia's eyes moved: "I don't know."

His eyes moved slightly, his fingers clasped tightly.

He is lying.

Mushui tilted his head, and was about to say something more.

I heard a voice from the window on the second floor: "No one fell from the building..."

"Hey, Mr. Mu, Mr. Yuan, why are you downstairs?"

"Did something happen?"

After a while, the staff filled the windows and looked at them worriedly.

Mushui thought for a while, then raised his head and smiled at them: "It's okay."

Now the fallen people are gone, and he can't tell them that a monster just appeared.

Mushui took the initiative to grab Yuan Sheng's hand, and said in a low voice, "Look around, if you can't find us, go back upstairs. Let's split up..."

Before Mushui could finish his sentence, Yuan Sheng stopped him with one sentence: "What's the point?"

After finishing speaking, he held Mushui in his arms, walked forward without looking at Shen Maojia, and began to search for the plastic bag man.

He and Qi Xinghan, including Shen Maojia, and even most people like them... are extremely proud.Of course he can't look down on other people.

After walking past the puddle of material, Mushui broke away from Yuan Sheng's arm.

no……

There are overturned trash cans all around, and the trash that the crew had placed on purpose before.

It is covered with a layer of snow, and you can see at a glance whether there are signs of being passive here.

Mushui walked forward slowly, while looking at the surrounding environment, while recalling and decomposing every action when Shen Maojia appeared just now in his mind.

He had to go back to the Institute of Special Pathology.

Every patient he took over was a monster, and if two more patients like Shen Maojia came to the door by themselves, he would be so worried that his hair would fall out.

The author has something to say: Shen Maojia's sand sculpture skills don't bark and can't exert strength.