B-level director

Chapter 2 Power Outage

A few people were speechless for a while, and the atmosphere in the meeting room was stuffy.

Cheng Tianlu closed the magazine casually, looking for something to say: "Why did Xiao Er go for so long?"

Before Mao Qian could answer, there was a sudden "Chi Chi" sound from the top, and the white light flickered and then turned off completely.There was only one glass window in the conference room, and it still faced the corridor. Looking from the window, the corridor was also pitch black, and only two or three emergency exit lights were on.The lampshade was dusty, emitting an ambiguous yellow light.

When everyone didn't know how to deal with it, there was a scream from outside!

Cheng Tianlu's body shook: "It's Xiao'er! What is he howling?" Without waiting for the others to react, he opened the door first and went out.

Today is the morning of the second day of the deadline, and the editorial department is deserted as usual. The editor and the editor are still at home to catch up on sleep. The doors are wide open in the dark rooms, and there is no sound.

All day long in the dark corridor, he instantly recalled the scene in the mine seven years ago.After the murderer surrendered, he immediately followed the search and rescue personnel out of the mine and walked into the snake-bellied mine tunnel.

People often ask him desperately, is it like in American horror movies, with stumps and plasma everywhere?

In fact, he can hardly distinguish anything underground. The mine tunnel is not only dark, but also full of stagnant chemical smell and bloody smell. Where the headlight shines, dust and dust are flying around, like fireflies that have lost their light sacs.

The corpse is not scary either, mixed with the ore, the blood is all purple and black.The only thing he has an impression of is that there are thousands of twists and turns underneath, like a maze. If you let your imagination diverge, you will feel that a person with a pick will rush out of every corner...

His headlight suddenly caught something and flickered.Cheng Tianlu squatted down and found that the shining one was a golden lock.A pretty dainty trinket, hung on a black and foul-smelling neck.Cheng Tianlu's heart beat faster, he slowly raised his head to look up, and as the headlight shifted, he saw half of his face.The other half was attached to the severed nasal bone like a split watermelon.

I have seen too many corpses in Chengtianlu, so this one is not particularly scary.It was the golden lock that made his heart twitch.For a miner, this kind of decoration is too delicate and eye-catching, and the value will not be too high, but it must be connected to someone.The man was probably waiting for him to come home, unaware that his neck was starting to rot.

Having worked as a reporter for several years, he gradually got used to transferring corpses and tragedies into usable information, and not letting emotions interfere with his work, but this golden lock suddenly grabbed his heart.He remembered that the names in the news were flesh and blood after all, and there was someone who hoped that Jinsuo would bless him in safety and happiness. Why did he die here like a mouse?

After that, he tried his best to interview the murderer, somewhat because of the shock given to him by Jin Suo.

After several months of investigation, several manuscripts were published one after another, and finally this big report was written after the first trial.From Cheng Tianlu's point of view, no matter how much sensation this article caused, it would fail in the end.He has never been able to figure out why this dull-talking miner did such a cruel thing?Growth experience and social environment are more or less the cause, but at best they outline a hopeless life.

Hopeless life is gone!

How can a person become a ghost? It's not so easy to explain. If the film they want to make is to reproduce the fragments of that person's life on the screen, what's the point?

Cheng Tianlu sighed softly, only then realized that he took out the magazine, and the paper was crumpled by him.

He put the magazine on the copier and smoothed it gently.There is a simple kitchen next to the copier, and he called out, "Xiao'er, are you in there?"

Soon Xiao Dongli replied: "Yes."

Cheng Tianlu breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the kitchen, and suddenly saw a fat man standing next to Xiao Dongli.Fatty's watch was on, illuminating his broad chin and the jade plaque on his collar.The flesh on his face is heavy, but he has a gentle and kind smiling lips, which looks a bit like a Buddha.

"What are you calling, afraid of the dark?"

"No, hey, I just started making coffee, the light went out, and I was about to take out my phone, when this big brother suddenly patted me on the shoulder, almost scaring me to pee!"

Brother Foo smiled, "I'm sorry brother, I smelled the aroma and wanted to come in to ask for a cup of coffee. I didn't intend to scare you."

Cheng Tianlu and Xiao Dongli looked at him suspiciously: "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm here for a screenwriter meeting. Is this Master Lu?"

Cheng Tianlu was taken aback. Could it be that the person who came to the meeting was brought by the "big benefactor"? "I'm... Uh, it's too dark here, why don't we go to the conference room first, if the power supply can't be repaired, let's go to the coffee shop to chat."

Fogo agreed.Cheng Tianlu patted Xiao Dongli's head: "Boy, don't howl next time, look at how courageous you are, you still want to go out to the public?"

Xiao Dongli was embarrassed: "I can't do anything about it given by my courageous parents. Speaking of which, I'm still weak now, Master Lu, please help me."

Cheng Tianlu gave him a disgusted look, and let him walk out of the kitchen with his arm.Xiao Dongli has been in the club for less than a year, and he is good at flattering and doing his job well, and he got acquainted with Master Lu not long after.This project is a job outside the editorial department, so I took Xiao Dongli along to do it together.

Entering the dark corridor, Cheng Tianlu thought of the old magazine and grabbed the copier.

He has worked here for eight years, and the layout of the editorial department has not changed much. Even the copier is an old model that works loudly.He is so familiar with this place that even if it is dark, he can predict the location by instinct; unexpectedly, when he grabs it, what he grabs is not paper, but something warm, slippery, and a little wet—that is what?

Cheng Tianlu was frightened and shouted!

Xiao Dongli next to him immediately hugged him: "What's wrong?"

A beam of light lit up, it was the light of Fogo's watch, shining on the copier like Buddha's light.

Next to the copier was a hairy thing with huge eyes that moved slowly up.After a closer look, it turned out to be a person.The hairy one is his wool cap, and the big eyes are a pair of brown toad glasses. The man has been lying on the copy machine just now, holding the old magazine in his hand, and now he is slowly standing up straight.

He was sweating all day long, could it be this man's face that he touched just now?

This man is lying on the copier!No, the first thing to ask is: who is this person?Why did these strange people sneak into his editorial office in the morning when he didn't get enough sleep?

He touched his face, subconsciously trying to make sure he was awake.Coincidentally, the person on the opposite side also touched his face: "Eh? Why are you touching me?"

Cheng Tianlu looked at Brother Fo and asked, "Are you together?"

In fact, there is no need to ask this question at all. I have read countless people all day long, and I can feel that these two people have some common aura in just a few words.If you want to say what kind of breath it is, it can probably be called "not normal".One ran into someone else's tea room to ask for coffee during a power outage, and the other was reading a magazine on someone else's copier. What were they thinking about?

Foge replied kindly: "We came to the meeting together, didn't it scare you?"

Xiao Dongli made up his sword at the side: "Master Lu, didn't you say that journalists who run out of the society are not allowed to call for help, no matter in the dragon's den or the tiger's lair? I was almost scared out of my wits by your roar just now."

Cheng Tianlu glared at him, and showed him the expression of a dragon breathing fire in the dark.

The four of them walked in the corridor, but no one spoke.The faint light of the emergency exit shone weakly on them.

Cheng Tianlu noticed that the woolen hat was walking while reading a magazine.He couldn't help asking, "Can you see it?"

The man looked up at him: "I can see it, such a big character."

Cheng Tianlu once again felt that this person was a psychopath.Not to mention a power outage, even if the lights are bright, he is wearing dark sunglasses and can see ghosts.

The man asked again, "You wrote this article?"

"Well," Cheng Tianlu responded casually, and then asked on a whim, "Is there any question?"

The man closed the magazine and smiled: "I don't understand."

Cheng Tianlu was so vicious that he wanted to take off his wool cap and shout into his ear: If you don't understand, ask your primary school Chinese teacher!

In the conference room, they sat down in the dark.Cheng Tianlu didn't have enough sleep in the first place, but now he had a premonition that things were going badly, so he said to the two uninvited guests: "If you don't mind, could you please introduce yourself?"

Brother Fo smiled and said, "Excuse me, my surname is Ling, and everyone in the circle calls me Ling Lingjiu, so you can call me by nicknames. We're here to pick up a job—uncle Hai hasn't arrived yet?"

Uncle Hai?When Cheng Tianlu heard another strange name, his head suddenly became dizzy.

Mao Qian from the business department immediately interjected: "He said he had already arrived at the parking lot. Maybe he saw a power outage in the building, so he didn't come in right away. How about I go out to pick him up?" She turned to Cheng Tianlu and explained, "Uncle Hai is our investment. business."

As Cheng Tianlu expected, these two people were called by investors.It's just that the two have strange temperaments, and it's really impossible to guess what they are doing.Looking at it horizontally and vertically, none of them look like the mistress of a local tyrant.

Mao Qian walked out, thinking about how to deal with the two of them all day long.The office fell silent.

After a while, suddenly there was a snap, and a star of fire ignited in front of the woolen hat.The woolen hat lit a match.

Tang Weiqin, who had been silent all this time, frowned: "Brother, if you want to borrow a fire, you can ask first, I only have one match left." He is not stingy, but he just hates others touching his things.

"I'm sorry, give it back to you." The fleece cap pushed the matchbox over and said with a smile: "My buddy, you don't have to use this match if you want to light a fire."

"Then what's the use?" Cheng Tianlu answered subconsciously.After asking, he felt that his mind had been taken astray. This person was already inexplicable, so why bother with him?

The fleece hat approached him, paused: "Use this."

In the dim light, Cheng Tianlu saw the slender fingers of the woolen cap lightly rubbing together, and smoke came out of the three fingers!

Cheng Tianlu was dumbfounded.Xiao Dongli clapped his hands: "Wow, how did this come about, you guys are awesome."

Even more miraculous, the overhead lights flickered and flickered as the smoke lingered on the fingers and rose.The power to the building seemed to be coming back on, so it was as if the woolen cap had turned the electricity.

The moment the lights flickered, footsteps sounded in the corridor.

The sound of footsteps, one after another, was just enough to attract people's attention, and it seemed soothing and rhythmic.The door opened, and a person walked in gracefully with the light that had disappeared for a long time.

The author says:

There are very few (or no) news adaptation movies in China, especially this kind of bloody and cruel ones.The "Lu Rongyu 2682" tragedy that was relatively close to us, I heard that it was going to be made into a movie, but in the end it didn't matter, and it probably couldn't pass the I trial.