Day of Imprisonment

Sister Juan has a bad temper; everyone in the industry knows it.

But to be honest, people with good tempers in this circle are rare, and their few good tempers are reserved for people at their level or higher, definitely not for those below.

An artist with a certain level of fame firing an assistant is such a small matter in the film crew that it doesn't even cause a ripple. The director would never argue or clash with Sister Juan over a small assistant.

Naturally, Qiu Kui's chance to play a minor role was gone.

"Sister Qiu, this is my fault!" Xiao Xuan said with a mournful face. She didn't expect such a small matter to cause such a big trouble, and even cost Qiu Kui her job.

"It's okay, I've been wanting to change jobs for a while now. Maybe this industry isn't suitable for me," Qiu Kui said with a wry smile, comforting her instead.

She had tried submitting resumes, recommending herself, and even planned to start as a background actor.

Logically speaking, this matter shouldn't have been harmful to Sister Juan, nor should there have been any conflict of interest. Why would she make a fuss over nothing? Or, had she offended her somewhere?

She thought carefully.

She hadn't.

Or rather, was the other party simply bad, unable to bear seeing others succeed, even if others had a small opportunity that wouldn't affect her in any way? Would she still pounce on it to destroy it, just to satisfy the 'malice' in her heart?

Qiu Kui didn't know. She was just a young person who had only been in society for a few years, the kind who just wanted to do her job well, cultivate step by step with her own efforts, and hope that one day she could blossom and bear fruit.

Just as she was packing her things, preparing to leave, the main scene over there officially began filming.

"Hey, that's strange, why is Old Qiao, who plays the murderer, wearing a mask? Makeup, what's going on?" The assistant director frowned immediately when he saw the villain actor appear in a mask.

He was normal during the rehearsal just now.

The makeup artist was also dumbfounded: "Brother, I don't know. Did Brother Qiao add it himself?"

"No way, Old Qiao is an experienced actor. How could he change his look when filming starts?" The assistant director looked at the director next to him and found that the latter not only didn't call for a stop, but also nodded happily, seemingly very satisfied with the villain actor's change of look.

Naturally, the assistant director didn't say much.

Filming had already started, so they would go through it once. After all, these days they used digital cameras, which were different from the old film cameras. There was no problem of wasting film.

The heroine played by Sister Juan started making expressions at this time. The camera zoomed in, and an actor's superb acting skills were on full display at this moment. The heroine's persona was a strong woman who wouldn't compromise with the kidnappers even in this critical moment, and would try to provide some clues to the police outside who were trying to rescue her.

This was the core of the entire plot.

But just as Sister Juan was about to show off her acting skills, the masked kidnapper came up and chopped off several of her fingers with a knife.

The incident happened very suddenly, and everyone was stunned.

Many people thought this was newly added content to the play.

It's just that it was a bit too bloody.

Moreover, the special effects makeup was too good. The severed fingers looked real.

And the blood, too, didn't look fake at all.

Several stagehands were about to secretly give a thumbs up, but at this moment, after being stunned for two seconds, Sister Juan let out a pig-killing scream.

Her face was extremely horrified as she covered her wound and screamed.

At this moment, even an idiot could see that something was wrong.

This didn't seem like acting.

The kidnapper didn't say a word and struck again with the knife.

However, this time, he directly chopped at Sister Juan's neck. The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, but because it was chopped down diagonally from above, it broke one side of her collarbone and cut open half of her neck, but didn't chop her head off.

The result was that Sister Juan's head was tilted, the expression on her face frozen, with fear and incomprehension, and blood sprayed out of the wound as if it were free.

It splattered all over the ground.

Even an idiot would know that this bloody scene was not right.

The scene became chaotic all of a sudden.

But at this moment, the large iron gate on the scene was closed by someone. It was two other masked people.

They were also wearing the clothes of ordinary stagehands.

When someone tried to run, these two masked people directly slashed those people to the ground with their knives.

The blades even cut into the skulls, and they stepped on the heads to pull them out with force.

All of a sudden, the people on the scene were frightened.

The gate was the only exit, and now that it was closed, it was equivalent to them, more than twenty people, having nowhere to escape.

"What's going on?" The director was also dumbfounded and didn't know what was happening.

Almost everyone's mind was buzzing, a blank. The scene of murder on the spot, directly facing this bloody scene, was too shocking and stimulating.

This wasn't acting, nor were they fake wounds and fake blood made of props.

Those who worked in this industry could tell the truth from the fake at a glance.

'Brother Qiao' at this time used the knife in his hand to cut off Sister Juan's head.

This scene made everyone numb from head to toe.

Under the fear, someone shouted to run, and so, everyone scattered and fled.

If they couldn't get out through the gate, then they would escape through the windows.

If there was no way on the first floor, they would go to the second floor.

In short, everyone panicked. Some people didn't even think about what had happened, who the masked killers were, how they had sneaked in, and why they were killing people.

Some people might have thought about these questions for a moment, but they were quickly squeezed out of their minds by fear and panic.

No one could remain rational in this situation.

The fear of death was human nature.

Brother Yang, who played the police, ran even faster than anyone else. That face, which looked like justice and the protagonist, was now distorted into another appearance by fear. Even his most loyal fans might not be able to recognize him.

And there were more than three masked people on the scene.

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Two more popped out over there, one holding an axe and the other carrying a sledgehammer.

Someone ran over in a panic and was directly smashed in the head by the sledgehammer. After falling to the ground, they continued to smash. This person's head was definitely not harder than the sledgehammer. As a result, the head was smashed like a broken tofu pudding, and the original appearance could not be seen at all.

The head was gone, but the person's limbs were still twitching. This scene directly made some people who hadn't had time to go to the bathroom wet their pants.

But at this time, who cared about this.

Run!

The instinct to survive made them stay away from the masked people holding weapons. In this process, there were also people with slightly calmer minds who knew that they had the advantage in numbers and could rely on the number of people and the props on the scene, even wooden sticks, to fight the other party and then open the door to escape.

But the problem was, who dared to be the first to rush up?

Everyone had their own little thoughts, and the fact that several young people who wanted to fight back were slashed to the ground and killed extinguished these people's thoughts of fighting back.

As a result, they lost their last chance to survive.

And the five masked maniacs were all calmly harvesting lives, enjoying the entire killing process.

Of course, someone called the police, but strangely, there was no signal on the phone.

The second-floor area was also not small, and some places had already been set up. After people came up, they continued to flee in terror, looking for a place to hide. Some men came back to their senses and realized that this wouldn't work.

"There's no signal on the phone, so we can't call the police."

"Everyone, there are only five of them, and there are still more than a dozen of us now. We can't spread out anymore, otherwise, we will definitely not survive."

"Who are they? Is it Brother Qiao?"

"Definitely not, Brother Qiao is not a murderer."

"I'm scared, I don't want to die."

"You guys think of a way, what to do, they are coming up."

On the second floor, seven or eight people gathered together, talking at once, a mess, and couldn't say anything. Several young and strong men at this time picked up things that could be used as weapons, chair legs, metal tubes supporting the lighting, and some, in a hurry, could only grab the vases on the table.

Everyone was terribly nervous.

They didn't come to a conclusion, but the killers below wouldn't give them time.

The figures of the masked men appeared at the staircase.

"Brothers, there are many of us, let's fight them, otherwise, if they defeat us one by one, it's also a death."

People with clear minds knew that in this situation, it was useless for them to escape or beg for mercy, and they could only fight back.

Only in this way could there be a glimmer of hope.

Not to mention, several men and women had gathered around them. It was another matter whether they would contribute later, but at least now they were clear that they had to unite.

"Wait a minute, if you want money, we'll give it to you. We can't say too much, but millions are still no problem. If there's anything to say, let's talk it over, let's discuss it."

The director shouted at this time when he saw that there were many people on their side.

Obviously, it was best to stabilize the other party in this situation.

At least get some information out of them and buy some time.

The idea was good, but the other party didn't take the bait.

Several masked men walked over with blood-stained weapons, silent, not responding, the indifferent features on the masks seemed to be their true portrayal.

"You, what exactly do you want to do?" The director's heart sank at this moment. It was best to stabilize the other party. If they fought, although they had more people, the other party killed without blinking an eye, and these few people might not be a match.

The other party still didn't speak, the indifferent facial features on the masks seemed to be their true portrayal.

"Damn it, fight them." A young man couldn't bear the pressure and shouted, starting to attack actively.

When the others saw this, they knew that they couldn't hesitate any longer. They had to rely on the advantage of numbers to knock down the other party, and they dared to be ruthless when their lives were at stake.

But the problem was, daring to be ruthless didn't necessarily mean winning. There was actually no relationship between the two.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the gap between the strong and the weak was immediately revealed.