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Chapter 128 Don't come any closer!
Forcing himself to focus his gaze on the stage where the performance was about to begin, director Coryne Wolf shifted uncomfortably.
A chill ran down his sweaty back. He pursed his lips and tried to reassure himself:
Wolf, it's nothing serious. It's just that Lucius himself hasn't contacted any of the stars or agents under that person's management, so it shouldn't be a big deal.
There's only one person in the world like him, surrounded by murders. You're a thriller director, be brave!
Having regained his courage, the director calmed down and decided to carefully consider the young girl's abilities.
He whispered in his assistant's ear:
"Go backstage and inform them to arrange the final props."
"Huh? Are you sure you want to do this? Isn't it a bit too much...?"
“Diamonds naturally need harder tools to polish them. If she can handle that, she can get a place even if she's not the main character.”
"Ok."
The assistant nodded, turned slightly to the side, and nervously watched Kurokawa Haruya's movements out of the corner of his eye. Fortunately, the latter seemed to have all his attention on the stage and did not notice.
Upon receiving instructions from the director, props were urgently added backstage, and with everything ready, the tightly closed curtain was slowly drawn back.
The blazing firelight flickered outside the window, illuminating the messy kitchen.
Click.
The front door was quickly opened, and a blonde, blue-eyed girl hurriedly rushed into the room, locked the doors on both sides, and stared wide-eyed around.
Several rusted silver knives and forks were scattered on the dining table, along with broken glasses, porcelain shards, and other fragments. In the center of the walnut floor, the inverted seven-pointed star array made of coarse salt was in disarray, and a long trail of blood stretched from the front door to the back door, staining the salt grains red.
She bent down and touched the liquid in disbelief, tentatively bringing it to her nose. A foul, metallic stench assaulted her nostrils.
"vomit......"
After gagging for a while, she sobbed as she opened a closet near the back and squeezed in.
Bloodstains splattered on her snow-white lace nightgown. The girl removed the rose rosary from her neck, closed her eyes, and clutched the crucifix in her hand, praying softly:
"Hail Mary, merciful one, I beseech your protection and comfort in my perilous situation. Grant me the strength and courage I need, and stay with me..."
In the silent room, only her increasingly labored breathing echoed.
To enjoy their holiday, the family of four made a special trip to this remote town, renting a place for a two-week vacation.
On their first day there, the landlord, whom the father had already arranged, suddenly disappeared without a trace, and no one answered any of the attempts to contact him. Instead, he left a message on an envelope stuck to the door, containing a set of keys with strange stains and a letter wishing them a pleasant trip, nothing else.
My father said that the landlord must have prepared this.
Starting from the second night, she could vaguely hear the sound of marbles coming from the ceiling above her in her sleep, but the small house had two floors and the roof above her was made of brick and tile.
When she woke up, she told her parents about it, and they said it was a scientific phenomenon caused by the thermal expansion and contraction of steel bars.
But isn't this house marketed for its log construction?
On the seventh night, no matter how many blankets or quilts she piled on her head, the strange marble-like sound wouldn't disappear. She could only bite her lip and endure until daytime before finally getting some sleep. Why didn't her younger brother hear the marble sound?
On this thirteenth night, a group of men claiming to be local residents suddenly arrived. They said someone had disappeared and then stormed into the house. My parents were terrified. They grabbed their guns and fought back, but my younger brother was captured by them!
"Hail Mary, merciful one, hear my prayer and protect my brother in heaven..."
Snap, clatter clatter clatter—
The crisp clanging sound rolled slowly, clattering closer and closer, finally stopping near the cabinet door.
The kitchen lights, which had been off, began to flicker and make a crackling sound.
Bang!
The locked door was suddenly flung open, and a series of hurried footsteps pounded on the ground, heavy and angry, as if someone was urgently searching for something.
"I know you're here. Get out before I get angry!"
“Little one, it’s okay to admit your mistakes and correct them. As long as you repent early, we can still cleanse your sins.”
Sin, as my parents once said, is something we are born with, and we need to spend our whole lives repenting and being cleansed of.
The man carrying the hunting rifle roared angrily, but the moment he saw the mess of coarse salt on the floor, he suddenly became hysterical, letting out mournful moos like cows in his old ranch.
"Quickly! Come out now, or I'll kill your parents!"
Dad and Mom!
She let out a breath of cold air, and could no longer restrain herself, so she quietly pushed the cabinet door open a crack.
Pat pat pat...
Another marble rolled down and came to rest near the cabinet.
The man immediately noticed the commotion, drew his gun from behind his back, and cautiously approached step by step, as the shadow outside the gap drew ever closer.
A clattering sound came from inside a cabinet.
"Ha, little devil, you're here!"
The hunting dog pressed close to the bait, turned its gun around, and, under the flashing lights, sprinted towards its target.
—The moment he opened the cabinet, something round slipped onto the sole of his shoe. The cabinet was empty, and he felt a dizzying sensation!
The cabinet door on the opposite side opened, and the girl, clutching the cross in her hand, ran out quickly.
She kicked away the hunting rifle, raised the sharp cross high, aimed it at the man's thigh, and plunged it in hard.
"what!!!!"
With a clatter, a few glass marbles rolled out of her pocket. The girl wiped the bloodstains with the hem of her skirt, pouted, and complained angrily, "You stepped on my marbles. Why didn't my even more clumsy little brother step on them?"
"Mom and Dad like your younger brother more, and your children also like their younger brother more. Why is that?"
"But I'm the only child here now, so I must be the cutest."
She picked up the rusty knife from the table and swung it down again!
Clap clap clap clap! Excited applause erupted from the audience. The director stood up, gesturing wildly with delight: "That's enough! Very good!"
What a perfect performance! With only a character outline provided and no specific script, he managed to portray the villainous child as so innocent and naive, yet chilling!
Sharon and the male actor on the ground stood up at the same time. She wiped the artificial blood that smelled of chemicals from her hands with disgust.
The boss also said that there's syrup in the blood plasma of the entertainment industry, and she just secretly ate some, but it wasn't sweet at all!
Corinne flipped the table over, walked straight off the stage, and looked up at the perfect actor she had chosen: "Very good, your idea for improvisation is excellent!"
The impromptu performance theme he gave was simple: design a scene where the child stars fight back against the residents. Most child stars chose to hide behind a door and stage a fierce and crazy fight scene to vent their character's emotions, but she was different.
Sharon Vineyard is portraying a devil in human skin.
"Thank you for your compliment." Sharon practically used the makeshift dress as a rag, immersing herself in wiping her fingers.
Seeing her calm and composed demeanor, the director smirked and snapped his fingers.
"Snap." "Thump!"
A blood-soaked corpse fell from the sky, splattering blood and smashing to pieces on the floor, creating a stunning visual effect!
Let's see if you can still be so calm now.
Corinne looked at Sharon expectantly, and sure enough, the rising star was clutching her skirt tightly, completely stunned by the scene.
"After all, filming my movie requires capturing everyone's most genuine reactions, and I can't afford to be unable to handle this. Kids are still kids; no matter how mature they try to act, they'll still be scared."
The actor on stage stared at the stunned Sharon, silently condemning his director's twisted sense of humor. But he was just an employee; disobedience would mean being fired. He had just taken out some candy from his pocket to calm his nerves and was about to offer it to Sharon when Sharon made his move.
She looked up at the catwalk suspended in the darkness above the stage; this walkway, usually used for setting up lights and props, was now deserted.
Looking around at the other people in the audience, they didn't let out any panicked screams, as if they were already used to it.
The boss did react; he gave him an encouraging look and a thumbs-up.
Knowing the boss's personality, he'll definitely think I'm dirty!
Silently chanting "Kuromon Haruya" in her heart, Sharon sighed helplessly, took small steps around the bloodstains, and lifted her skirt to approach the victim.
She placed her finger on the victim's neck and shook her head at the director in the audience: "It's a pity, this person has no vital signs. There was a knife in his chest, it must be a murder."
Director Corey was dumbfounded: ?
Wait, you mean, what fell wasn't a prop mannequin but a real person?!
The fresh smell of blood emanated from the corpse. He leaned closer and saw that the body really did belong to one of his crew members!
A chill ran from head to toe. Corinne turned around slowly, looking at the surprised Black Gate Night. This familiar yet abhorrent scene reminded him of the time in London when he was surrounded by all sorts of bizarre murders.
"Ah!!!!" The male actor on stage let out a scream, hugged little Sharon tightly, and shed tears.