Cheng Zhiwei nervously looked him over from head to toe. Apart from the bruise on his shoulder from hitting a fire hydrant, there were no signs of being bitten.
She breathed a sigh of relief and patted him on the back, "Follow me, we'll go get the medicine first, then we'll meet up with them later."
Qu Lingzhou nodded and obediently followed behind Cheng Zhiwei.
They walked through several corridors, occasionally encountering a few scattered zombies. When Cheng Zhiwei took them out with her bat, Qu Lingzhou stood quietly to the side, holding a medical kit and waiting.
She arrived at the pharmacy without any major incidents, and took out the necessary sampling tools and antiviral reagents, putting them all into her backpack.
What she didn't notice was that each time the scattered zombies pounced, they barely grazed Qu Lingzhou's side.
Mo Zhao was forced into a corner of the archives room, with a wall behind him and layers upon layers of zombies piled up in front of him.
He climbed to the top of an old wardrobe. The wardrobe door had been torn off and trampled by zombies, and there were at least twenty zombies surrounding him, climbing up one by one.
He pulled out his last pistol, which was already empty of bullets, so he could only use the gun as a blunt weapon and smash it down on the nearest zombie.
When Lu Ci arrived, the horde of zombies had almost piled up to the top of the wardrobe.
He chopped down the outermost few, glanced inside, and saw only a torn-off shoe and a patch of dark red blood on the wardrobe.
When Cheng Zhiwei arrived at the rendezvous point with Qu Lingzhou, Lu Ci was leaning against the wall cleaning the bloodstains from her knife. Her gaze swept over everyone present. "Where's Mo Zhao?"
Lu Ci didn't answer, sheathing his sword. His voice was tired yet calm. "We've got the patient's sample. Let's go to the next copy."
The director yelled, "Cut! That's it, this instance is over!"
The extras playing zombies had been running around for days, and when the director yelled "cut," they all collapsed on the ground, too exhausted to move.
He Minglou handed the knife to the props team, rubbed his wrist, and said, "I'll need to rest for a while after this movie ends. Now I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow."
Wen Qing raised her chin and pointed over there. "Brother, it seems you still need to practice more."
He Minglou looked in the direction she pointed and saw Song Shi'an sitting on a small stool, her head nodding as she fell asleep.
The noise from the crew tidying up props and moving lighting fixtures around him had no effect on him at all.
He Minglou stared at it for a while, amazed at the quality of her sleep.
In the dead of night, the paparazzi sneaked around and finally found a good spot to squat in the woods on the mountain opposite the film studio.
He set up his camera and adjusted the focus, confident he'd get some firsthand Reuters photos this time.
The moment the camera panned to the target He Minglou, the jungle was suddenly filled with a flurry of flashes.
Song Shi'an had just woken up and was stretching when he opened his eyes and saw something flashing on the opposite mountain.
There are mosquitoes on the mountain? You can't use an electric mosquito swatter, that would take forever...
The proxy bidder was dumbfounded. "Damn it! I spent so much money, and we agreed to only tell him the inside information. How come there are so many people here?!"
I took hundreds of photos of the "dirty bun" character, each one more outrageous than the last.
He Minglou was covered in blood and his face was covered in ash, and the other supporting characters were even more unrecognizable.
Suddenly, a white steamed bun appeared in the frame, stretching.
The paparazzi shoved the camera in his face; he was yawning, and his eyes were brimming with tears. The light shone directly on his profile.
Stunning! Holy crap, a new talent has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry! But why does she look so familiar...?
That evening, behind-the-scenes photos of the main actors were posted online, and the screen was filled with praise.
"My Brother Lou, even with his dark skin, is still very handsome!"
"Our Sister Qing is pretty good too, she has a very cool and capable vibe, she's definitely the kind of boss lady!"
"With this cast and a script that's been polished for years, it can't be bad at all."
"Who is this little white dumpling? Did it just wake up? It looks so cute when it yawns."
"Huh, why is he the only one with such fair skin? Everyone else's makeup and styling are so... wild."
"I don't know why, but this profile looks a bit like a lower-budget version of my idol."
The popularity of " Number One Winner " was already high, and the news that it would be restarted with all the actors and filming resumed had already spread far and wide.
The male and female leads already had their moment of fame in the first half of the year, but the remaining characters are still the most discussed.
What role did the director spend so long searching for before finally settling on? There were rumors that several A-list actors were rejected, and in the end, a newcomer was chosen. Everyone is speculating about the background of this newcomer.
Lin Fan scrolled through the leaked photos on Weibo, zooming in and out several times.
Isn't that his brother? He's so recognizable, how come other actors are showing up too!
He angrily typed a line in the comments section. "Isn't this Song Shi'an at first glance? Can't you tell it's that obvious!"
Someone replied below, "I'm also a fan of An'an. Although this one is also good-looking, he's a bit too cute. Our An'an's features are more defined and she's more recognizable... Is this something I should say?"
"Is it possible that you're wearing makeup, you're a fake fan?!"
After filming for several days, the final battle finally arrived. The characters who finished filming received their red envelopes and left to catch up on other schedules.
Lin Fan was overjoyed to receive Ji Shuyao's message, saying, "Brother! ' Endless Summer ' and ' The Invisible Bystander ' are both scheduled to air on December 12th! Exclusive broadcast on both websites!"
Song Shi'an was being forced into a chair to have her makeup done, she opened her eyes and said, "They've already set a release date?"
Lin Fan suppressed his excitement. "There's no other way. Both companies are going head-to-head. They're both their trump cards for the year, and it's almost the end of the year, so they're pushing for performance targets. One is a youth campus drama, and the other is a suspenseful crime drama. They're launching on the same day, clearly indicating they're going to go head-to-head."
Song Shi'an was a little melancholy; he needed to speed things up, he had to film like crazy after the New Year!!!
Just then, the production assistant came over and shouted, "Teacher Song! Get ready to film!"
The director walked over with the script. "This is the last scene. The character's eye contact must be natural. All the buildup beforehand culminates in this moment. The more innocent the audience felt he was before, the more impactful the contrast will be."
Song Shi'an nodded. "Okay, Director."
He Minglou patted him on the shoulder. "Keep it up, this is your moment in the spotlight."
The director interjected, "Stop flattering each other. Your scenes later are also quite demanding; you need to deliver powerful emotional performances."
Wen Qing waved the script in her hand. "Hey, don't you trust us? Absolutely!"
The clapperboard snapped shut.
The last nine people stood disheveled before the final gate.
At the back of the line, a man with an injured leg leaned on his teammate's shoulder, looked up at the pure white metal door in front of him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is this the final hurdle? Finally, we can get out."
Lu Ci stood at the very front, his brows furrowed.
His combat uniform was covered in dried bloodstains, making it impossible to tell whether they were his own or someone else's.
"Don't be too happy yet, haven't you learned your lesson from the previous dungeons yet!"
The group fell silent instantly. Lu Ci took a deep breath and pushed open the door with his hand, which was covered in knife wounds.
A blinding white light flooded in, and everyone instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.
Once their pupils adjusted to the light, they could see the world behind the door.