Lin Fan wandered around for a while, made two phone calls, and his brother was missing again! He grabbed anyone he could find and asked, "Have you seen Song Shi'an?"
Frustrated, Lin Fan turned to make another call when Song Shi'an patted him on the back, " Lin Fan, what are you doing?"
Lin Fan turned his head and saw Song Shi'an, who had undergone a complete transformation. He looked Song Shi'an up and down and exclaimed, "Brother! This look is great!"
Song Shi'an sighed, "You say that every time."
The stagehand, holding a megaphone, announced, "Attention teachers, it's time to take your official photos!"
Song Shi'an hurried over.
Su Fan, a key character in the book, is suspected of being the murderer mainly because of his serialized horror novel.
Su Fan a full-time horror and suspense writer. He is not famous and his income is barely enough to make a living. He is extremely frugal and rarely socializes.
Therefore, the character portrayed is an extremely ordinary, nerdy guy.
He sat at his desk in his rented room, the computer screen in front of him lit up, displaying a novel he hadn't finished typing.
I leaned closer to read a few paragraphs and felt a chill run down my spine. This screenwriter is quite talented; the plot is incredibly engaging and gives you goosebumps.
Just as he was about to read a couple more lines, someone suddenly tapped him on the shoulder. Song Shi'an jumped in fright, almost leaping off his chair.
Seeing his reaction, the director couldn't help but chuckle, "Don't be afraid, Teacher Song. Just be spontaneous when we're taking pictures later, and make sure to show some details."
Song Shi'an silently pressed his heart back into place and prepared his emotions for the camera.
After filming for over an hour straight, I had to convey a sense of gloom while also subtly revealing another side of the character; my face was practically frozen.
The photographer, on the other hand, was in high spirits, snapping photos non-stop.
The director finally nodded in satisfaction. "Good! Not bad! Thank you all for your hard work!"
Song Shi'an rubbed his stiff cheeks and breathed a sigh of relief; the filming was finally over.
The director came over and handed her a bottle of water. "We're shooting a night scene tonight, nearby. It won't take long to finish. Afterwards, we've asked a figure skating coach to help Ms. Song with some practice. Her role isn't big; it'll just be some close-ups and poses. Everything else will be done by a stunt double."
"No problem." Song Shi'an took the water bottle and took a sip.
That evening, a van drove them around in a winding road and stopped in front of an open space.
Song Shi'an glanced out the car window, and his smile froze on his face.
It was pitch black all around, without a single streetlamp. By the light of the car headlights, you could see a dense array of neatly arranged stone tablets.
In the distance, several unfinished tombstones stood crookedly on the mound of earth.
"Director... do we really have to film at night?"
The director had already gotten out of the car, but turned back and waved to him. "Get out, this is a new place, just built and not yet for sale, don't worry."
It took Song Shi'an a long time to mentally prepare himself before he opened the car door. The moment his feet touched the ground, he felt the temperature drop several degrees.
As he walked into the cemetery, he clasped his hands together and bowed to each grave, muttering, "I'm so sorry to have bothered you, I'm so sorry to have bothered you."
Lin Fan followed behind him, tugging at his sleeve, his voice extremely low. "Brother, why do I feel so creepy..."
Song Shi'an didn't even turn his head. "Don't talk, the more you talk, the more it will come."
Lin Fan immediately shut up.
The director and his crew had already set up the equipment. When the lights came on, the entire cemetery was bathed in a pale light, and the shadows of the tombstones stretched long and intertwined on the ground.
The director came over and handed Song Shi'an a laptop bag, then led him around the area and told him which stone tablet to lean against when he came in to type.
"Teacher Song, you just need to type out the script based on the novel's content. There doesn't need to be much text; the main thing is the visuals."
The sound of the clapper echoed crisply in the empty cemetery.
Su Fan carried his laptop bag and walked deeper into the cemetery.
The night wind rustled through the treetops. He adjusted his glasses, his gaze sweeping over the tombstones as he walked, stopping and starting.
He would occasionally stop to glance at the names on the monument, then shake his head and continue walking, muttering, "This name isn't suitable... and this one isn't quite right either..."
When he reached the middle section, he stopped, squatted down, and stared at the monument in front of him for a long time.
The name on the monument was carved neatly and upright, with strong strokes. Su Fan's lips twitched, as if he had finally found a satisfactory answer.
He took an orange from his coat pocket, bent down and placed it in front of the tombstone. "Here, have this. I'll stay a little while and then go back."
Su Fan sat down against the tombstone, his back against the cold stone surface, opened his laptop and placed it on his lap, the light from the screen reflecting on his face.
Ten fingers landed on the keyboard and began typing.
Chapter 182: The murderer chose the newly built cemetery on the outskirts of the city as the burial site. The new grave was unattended, the new tombstone unclaimed, and no one would notice the disturbed soil. The murderer buried the body in the freshly dug grave, filled it with soil, and compacted it. After doing all this, he sat down next to the tombstone and placed an orange...
Just as Su Fan finished typing this, a rustling sound suddenly came from afar.
He looked up into the depths of the cemetery ahead, but it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.
He shook his head and lowered his head to continue typing.
After knocking for a few lines, a slight sound came from behind, like the sound of earth being turned over, muffled, carried by the wind from some direction.
He turned his head sharply, the flashlight beam shining brightly on the ground behind him, with only the sound of the wind and a few fallen leaves being blown by the wind.
Su Fan stared at the ground for a while, then muttered to himself, "Is it because the oranges don't taste good?"
After saying that, he reached into another pocket and pulled out a piece of chocolate.
He hesitated for a moment; it was something he usually wouldn't dare to eat.
But she still placed the chocolate next to the orange and muttered to herself, "Here, have this too. It's my favorite chocolate, very sweet."
The director watched the performance from behind the monitor and couldn't help but nod in approval.
Song Shi'an perfectly captured Su Fan's timid yet sincere nature.
The director yelled "Cut!": "Great! Take a break and we'll film the next scene later!"
Song Shi'an got up from the ground and patted the dirt and grass clippings off his buttocks.
Although it was an empty cemetery, it was still eerie. He would definitely find time to go to the temple to pray after the movie was finished.
Lin Fan quickly took the laptop bag from him, still shaken, and muttered, "Brother, that was terrifying! What's that novelist doing, writing a novel in a cemetery in the middle of the night? It's so creepy..."
Song Shi'an leaned close to his ear, his voice low and sinister. "Of course... it's burying the body..."
Lin Fan screamed and sprang three meters away, nearly dropping his laptop bag.
Song Shi'an laughed so hard he bent over, "So easily scared? Learn from your older brother, I'm not afraid."
Lin Fan clutched his chest and looked at him resentfully. "Brother, you didn't say that when you were bowing with your hands clasped together the whole way."
Song Shi'an stopped laughing, and stubbornly patted his shoulder. "That's called respect, not fear. It shows you have a broad perspective."