First Performance

[Ten minutes ago]

Luo Di, who was waiting to make his appearance in Corner Space, kept stomping his feet and tossing the prop butcher knife in his hand up and down.

The wait before filming began felt incredibly long.

All the lines and script flow were already deeply imprinted in my mind.

The film opens by attacking the sleeping Agatha Christie, killing this Hell Monk, as emphasized at the beginning of the film, provides the audience with a sense of security, thus disrupting the balance and letting a sense of danger sweep through the hearts of all viewers.

Buzz!

A spatial sensation emanated from the Corner Space, and darkness spread from the corner in front of me, indicating that a passage was being opened.

Luo Di immediately got into acting mode, stretching his shoulder bones and even widening his shoulders to some extent, making the leather coat he was wearing feel more imposing.

A mask once custom-made in Pluto City, representing the mask of D. When worn, the hook between the lips is inserted into the face.

The prop butcher knife was gripped tightly in his hand.

As he stepped out of the Corner Space in his size 45 leather shoes, he noticed something unusual inside the room through a crack.

Agatha did not lie in bed as per the script.

Inside the guest room, only the class monitor, playing the sinner, huddled in a corner, having just licked a crack in the Corner Space with his tongue.

However, the class monitor gave him a look.

Luo Di had seen that look before and was extremely familiar with it.

It was the look in his eyes on the night of his college entrance exam, the look of someone yearning to be killed.

"Has the script been changed? Since the director hasn't called 'cut,' I need to continue..."

Since the class monitor had already given him a signal, he immediately followed suit.

He knew his squad leader's current skill level very well; an ordinary butcher's knife in his hand wouldn't be enough to kill. Moreover, given his past killings, this time it seemed exceptionally easy for him to wield.

Snap!

A hand reached out from the gap, grabbed the squad leader by the neck, lifted him into the air, and beheaded him with a single stroke.

As expected.

Looking at the sergeant's head held in his hand, he felt the remaining life force within the head and the smile left on it.

Luo Di immediately understood her meaning. The class monitor clearly wanted to strengthen the role she played, even to make her resemble the female lead, and to complete the entire movie performance in the form of her head.

Just so happens,

Luo Di was very skilled at carrying the squad leader's head.

There's even a touch of nostalgia.

He grabbed the squad leader's head without a shred of pity. His brutality was more akin to that of a murderer; he casually pulled out a clump of hair and tied it to his waistband.

When this head ornament, named after the class monitor, was finished...

Luo Di suddenly felt a few strands of the squad leader's cold hair slip into his waistband and stick to his skin, as if the two were somehow bound together.

There was no verbal exchange.

Luo Di didn't care about the plot changes; he was playing the role of a serial killer, and no matter how the target changed, he only needed to slaughter the inn in front of him.

To some extent, this is also a test for Luo Di, a newcomer to acting.

Push open the door.

The only sounds coming from the rooftop corridor are the patter of rain and the rumble of thunder outside.

The heavy sound of leather shoes echoed in the passageway. Luo Di leaned forward, deliberately amplifying the sound of his footsteps, and even used the wriggling tentacles on the soles of his feet to intensify the noise.

This allows the sound to be coated with a layer of 'gray,' making it easier to penetrate the eardrums of others and adhere to the brain.

As long as Luo Di passed by and heard the slightest movement from inside the guest room...

The leather shoes will then stop.

Turning around and approaching the guest room door,

Fingers wearing black leather gloves tapped on the door.

Thump!

Only one ring at a time.

You can ring it a maximum of three times!

If the guests inside choose to open the door.

A pitch-black figure, almost filling the entire doorway, will stand in the doorway, and at the same time, a silver-white blade gleaming in the moonlight will fall.

If you choose not to open the door, after knocking three times, you will hear something drilling into the keyhole, and the door will open no matter what kind of seal you set.

At the same time as it is turned on,

A gray mist would then seep in.

A creepy mask might slip in through the crack in the door.

The sounds of slaughtering echoed across the hotel rooftop, soon to be replaced by the sound of leather shoes.

Occasionally, you'll encounter guests who are quite strong and skilled at escaping.

He barely managed to dodge the first few slashes, and even managed to slip out of the guest room through the gap behind the killer.

The camera will then switch to the bedroom doorway.

The guest, who looked panicked and had just stepped through the door of the guest room, about to successfully escape, was suddenly grabbed from behind by something.

A strange, creaking sound.

He saw countless wriggling gray tentacles slowly approaching his body; this was clearly a life structure that did not exist in hell.

Wrapped around the whole body and covering the face.

Pull the whole person into it directly.

Only the fingernail scratches on the floor remained, and there was no more life.

You can feel the suffocation even through the screen.

certainly,

Filming is filming.

Luo Di used only a prop machete, made of the most ordinary, attribute-less metal. It appeared to slice the guests in two with a single stroke, and moonlight lingered on the surface of the wounds.

The tentacles used only adhere to their surface and do not penetrate their bodies.

But these resilient insects, seemingly slaughtered, were...

In reality, they would quickly heal themselves after Luo Di left the room and the camera moved away. They would then leave the filming area through the room window and go to the back of the studio to collect their lunchboxes for the day.

but,

Their hands trembled uncontrollably as they held the lunchboxes, and their skin was more or less stained with the cold gray of the moonlight.

They were all professional extras, and when they faced Luo Di, they unleashed their true strength as insects, but were completely overwhelmed.

They had never encountered such an opponent, nor had they ever felt such a strange and oppressive feeling. Upon reflection, it seemed that the moment they heard the sound of leather shoes, their deaths had already been sealed.

Fortunately,

The other party is not an enemy; although they are a spineless individual, they are also a normal actor in the Grand Theater.

Huff~ A gray breath escaped from his mouth.

The camera zooms out into the corridor on the top floor of the hotel.

All the doors to the occupied guest rooms were wide open, and the blood flowing from them had already pooled in the corridors, indicating that the massacre on the top floor was over.

At this moment,

Luo Di was sitting in the last room.

Crackling sounds could be heard as I breathed, coming from my spine, specifically from the top of my head.

Beneath the mask, his eyes were bloodshot, with Red Vein Through Eye.

Just sitting there, he exuded a palpable aura of menace.

Perhaps it was the effect of the photography studio.

Perhaps it's the effect of theatrical brain in the Grand Theater.

Perhaps it was Luo Di's dedication to his first acting role...

Perhaps it was his pursuit of the serial killer,

After the complete massacre on this floor, he was so engrossed in the act that he barely remembered his name, why he was there, or why he had a Girl's head hanging from his waist.

All he knew was that tonight, any living person staying at this hotel would be slaughtered like livestock.

Complete immersion and the performance of the film character are rapidly replenishing his Brain Vertebra (drama brain), and his entire Old Spine is approaching perfection.

Through the leather jacket, the outline of the Old Spine protruding on the back could be seen, and a certain ancient aura permeated the room.

If this continues, the Old Spine may become saturated before all filming is completed.

The Old Spine, which was constantly wriggling on its back, seemed to want to show itself.

After a short rest,

Luo Di stood up.

With heavy steps, they arrived at the stairwell and continued their massacre of the downstairs residents.

This hotel has three floors.

But when Luo Di climbed the stairs to the second floor, he twisted his head left and right, considering which side to start the killing spree from.

He smelled a bloody odor through his nostrils beneath the mask, along with a strange, familiar scent mixed in with the blood.

At the same time, he heard a sound.

A sound of flesh breaking, along with the sound of metal shattering...

Upon hearing that familiar metallic sound, Luo Di was completely immersed in the role, was slightly taken aback. The blood vessels on the surface of his eyes actually showed a limit to their reduction, as if he was about to regain his senses.

But when he looked at the head at his waist and felt the cold, black hair clinging to it,

He quickly cleared his mind of distractions and returned to a state of complete immersion in the role.