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The clamorous atmosphere turned quiet, and the cold feeling slowly faded from his body. Wu Qiong opened his eyes carefully.

The white curtains fluttered in the night wind like a woman's skirt. As Wu Qiong pinched the so-called "Ghost Eye DV", he felt as if he was holding a block of ice.

Looking at the DV, a few lines of bloody words suddenly appeared before him.

[Ghost Eye DV: Hell's Film and Television System Designated to Shoot Tools

Attributes: The DV can be entered into automatic shooting mode, without user, it can automatically capture the most frightening scenes.

Remarks: Huh? Why did this thing start shooting by itself?]

Wu Qiong fled in panic, not daring to stay for even a second longer.

Even with his eyes closed, he could still see the blood text on the upper left corner of the task bar pulsing. After completing the task, he added two new functions, the screeching value on the upper right corner, as well as the lottery draw on the shock box beside the task board.

"The main task has been initiated: It's a very difficult task, your movie needs a lead actor, you have a letter in your drawer, why don't you take it out and take a look? "Please complete the mission as soon as possible!"

"Special reminder: You now have 100 points, which can be used to draw the lottery. Do you want to start it?"

"Yes sir!" Wu Qiong sighed under the street light. The system clearly stated that it was here specifically to play with him.

"Ding!" You have received 1 Glimmer flashlight. The reward has been given out. "

Wu Qiong felt something cold and tight in his pockets. He took it out and saw that it was a miniature black flashlight.

What's different between this thing and a normal flashlight?

[Glimmer Flashlight: Normal Tools.

Stats: There is a chance to see the unclean things hidden in the darkness.

Remarks: Heh! I see you!]

Visible... An unclean thing? It could barely be considered a treasure. Wu Qiong hurriedly put the flashlight back into his backpack.

According to the memory fragments found the original director Wu Qiong's home, an ordinary low-rent house.

Is this body that I've transmigrated through really a director that is being sought after by others?

Wu Qiong casually placed the DV on the table. He now understood that with his abilities, he definitely wouldn't be able to produce a horror movie within a month, but it would be different if he relied on the system.

Now, with just a main quest, he had all the filming tools he needed.

Time was limited. Afraid of death, Wu Qiong started to look for clues regarding the second main mission in the room.

Wu Qiong quickly found the dark green envelope in the drawer.

The recipient was called East and the sender was called Ice, like a letter from a sister to her brother.

These days, there were mobile phones and computers, yet they still wrote letters? How incomprehensible. Wu Qiong shook his head and opened the envelope.

[Brother …] That thing seemed to have returned.

In the dead of night, my roommates were all asleep. Only I could hear them … She was talking.

Her voice was very soft. But I covered my ears and could still hear her voice.

I didn't dare to call. Her voice was all over the phone.

I stayed in my dorm all day and didn't dare to go out. My roommates all said I was crazy.

I'm not crazy. Believe me, that thing is pestering me again.

Brother, I'm scared right now... What should I do?

You don't have to call me. I'm afraid I'll hear that voice again.

Hurry up and reply...

I'm about to collapse.]

The words at the back seemed to be wet with tears, and even Wu Qiong was barely able to discern what was behind it.

Wu Qiong looked at the address of the delivery. It was the Hanging River Film and Television Academy. It was a film and television major college in the city.

Coincidentally, the former director Wu Qiong knew one of Hanging Shadow's counselors, a friend of a friend.

He called her in the middle of the night. She was working overtime, so when she heard he was going to meet with her, she was very surprised. Wu Qiong was just making up an excuse to look for an actress for a new movie.

"Whether she's out of school or in the hospital, please let me see her."

It was probably because they couldn't withstand Wu Qiong's pestering, but they still gave him an address in the end.

"Be careful …" That kid is a bit weird. " the counselor finally said.

"..."

Wu Qiong stared at the residential building in front of him. The old six-storey building was painted yellow, and beneath it were stalls. Flies chased the stench of garbage, and sticky water flowed down the cracked road to Wu Qiong's feet.

The weather wasn't too good today. Dark clouds covered the sky and the corridor was dark and gloomy.

"Three buildings four units four seventeen." Staring at the number on the door, he knocked lightly.

A watchful eye appeared in the crack of the door, full of anxious bloodstains.

"I'm a counselor at the Hanging River Academy of Arts. Let me see Xiang Bing."

"She's sick, we won't see her!" The door opened and a tall, muscular man stood there, obviously heading east.

Through the wooden door, Wu Qiong could hear the suppressed shouts coming from within. Unfortunately, even through the gap in the door, he could only see the outline of the room.

Wu Qiong asked, "It's not that she's sick, but that she's been pestered by something, right?"

Eastward was silent for a long time.

"Maybe I can solve your sister's problem!"

Wu Qiong didn't know where his confidence came from, so he squeezed through the gap in the door and into the room.

The room smelled of decay and mildew, the curtains were drawn, and the small, messy space was dark. The house was old, and there were mildew stains under the walls.

A weak shout came from the bedroom. The door was not closed, so Eastward appeared to be somewhat embarrassed.

A girl with disheveled hair was tied to the bed with large words. Her face was pale and her eyes were bloodshot. She struggled and let out a weak howl. She also bit a towel and was weak and crazy.

When Wu Qiong entered the room, the young girl stopped her writhing and panted as she stared at him with an ice-cold glint in her eyes.

He walked in with a look of surprise on his face. He didn't know why his sister, who had gone crazy, had suddenly calmed down.

"She seems to want to say something …" Wu Qiong poked the ice on the bed with his finger. He frowned as he approached Eastward. Puzzled, he took the towel away and said something to the ice.

Wu Qiong felt goosebumps all over his body, but he still moved his ears closer to Zhang Xuan's ears.

"Don't say that a husband and wife have a hundred days of grace. "Once the famous Li Lu has his hand, his wife An Neng will lose her chance to live together with him …" Before Wu Qiong could think of what the other party was singing, a piercing scream almost tore his eardrums.

The girl on the bed fiercely struggled.

Dong Fang hurried over to hold his sister down.

Wu Qiong retreated a few steps back with a pale face.

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