"Take a look." Song Yiyuan pushed Goblin.

"..."

Goblin did not move.

"Take a look -" Song Yiyuan looked sideways and found Goblin looking solemn, and was surprised for a moment, "What's wrong?"

Goblin stared at the phone in his hand.

Song Yiyuan was stunned for a moment, then moved closer and found that there was a large afterimage on the photo.

"What's going on?" Song Yiyuan stretched out his hand to wipe the screen.

The afterimage is still there.

"I don't know." Goblin swallowed, "It seems that when I just pressed the shutter, a figure flashed past."

"How is it possible?" Song Yiyuan felt that his conventional cognition was impacted. "Under his nose, a figure walked by, leaving an afterimage? How fast is it?"

After that, Song Yiyuan asked again: "Who is it?"

Goblin's face turned slightly pale: "I counted the heads and there are no extra ones."

Song Yiyuan was shocked.

He took Goblin's cell phone and took another photo of the scene.

This time the screen is normal.

He compared the two photos and counted the heads one by one. Indeed, there was no one more than one.

"In other words, this black shadow flashed past and then disappeared?" Song Yiyuan asked this question and immediately denied it, "It's impossible, no one can do it."

Goblin suddenly thought of something and asked, "Can Mo Qing achieve this speed?"

"I don't know."

Song Yiyuan thought to himself: He has never experienced Mo Qing's skills. He has to ask Huo Si about this kind of question.

Song Yiyuan asked: "Have you met him once? Where did you meet him?"

"Forget it." Goblin suddenly shook his head and said quietly, "I'll ask Mo Qing later. Maybe it really is a ghost."

"..."

Song Yiyuan felt a little cold.

*

The first scene is the scene of Diao Wei Ya.

Mo Qing wanted to take a shot of flying down from the eaves with stolen food.

The sky was dark, and a woman dressed in red stood on the eaves. The night wind blew her skirts flying, matching the night.

Jiang Ke stood outside and watched.

There was only a hint of red in his eyes.

After receiving the director's instructions, Mo Qing held the food in his arms with one hand and jumped down calmly. His movements were light and beautiful, like a gorgeous butterfly dancing, ethereal.

Everything she did was indifferent.

Very pleasing to the eye.

When the people around him saw this, they all clapped their hands and were amazed.

"Is this really the first time she's been hanging on Wia?"

"I believe she is a martial arts actor."

"Absolutely amazing!"

"You look like a very handsome little Si Sheng. Speaking of which, Si Sheng also started out as a martial arts actor."

…

Everyone was talking a lot.

"What a pity!"

Director Chen clapped his hands in front of the monitor with a heartbroken expression.

"What's a pity?" The director next to him was stunned and a little confused.

Isn't this pressure very good?

Director Chen gritted his teeth bitterly: "I didn't find him earlier!"

"..."

The assistant director said nothing.

He also quite agreed.

However, there are gains and losses.

Although Chu Yangyang's image and temperament are a bit poor, he is willing to hone his acting skills and study the characters with great concentration. In addition, based on his nationality, "Winter Cicada" has gained popularity from the beginning.

And Mo Qing...

If you use her, there will be no heat.

"After filming, tell me to go down. Don't let that girl Chu Yangyang know about Mo Qing's filming," Director Chen warned.

The assistant director was puzzled: "Why?"

Director Chen said: "That girl is very vindictive and I am afraid that she will cause trouble."

"..."

It's true.

The assistant director nodded repeatedly.

Director Chen raised the loudspeaker: "Here, take a few more shots."

Mo Qing jumped sideways repeatedly and reached the eaves again.

This time, an accident happened.

When Mo Qing jumped down, one of the steel wires hanging on the wire suddenly broke, and a feeling of weightlessness came, which frightened the people below and screamed, but Mo Qing just looked at it with concentration.

She quickly pulled out a red rope wrapped around her waist, raised her hand, and the red rope hooked on a nearby tree. She exerted all her strength and blocked the tree.

When she approached the tree, she let go of the red rope in her hand, rolled on the ground, and stood up from a squatting position.

The next moment, she raised her head, a cold light flashing in her narrow eyes.

She glanced around.

What caught her eye was a chaotic crowd, many of them panicked. Everyone's state seemed frozen in her eyes, but in the end, not a single suspicious person was found.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Along with an unpleasant sound, something stirred up a gust of wind, and then fell on her shoulder.

Only then did Mo Qing look away.

A military jacket fell on her shoulders, covering the loose "red cloth" on her body, and also covering some looming parts that could only be imagined.

Jiang Ke knelt down in front of her.

His slender fingers grasped the collars on both sides and closed them, covering everything.

His eyes were heavy.

Mo Qing paused and raised his hand to brush him away: "Is there anyone suspicious?"

"No."

Jiang Ke retracted his hand, stood up, and then looked up and saw the red rope hanging on the treetop.

He asked: "Will you be injured if you jump from such a height?"

He still remembered the scene of Mo Qing jumping from the second floor.

"If you're careful when landing, it won't happen." Mo Qing glanced up, visually checked the height, and said lightly, "I'm here just for acting."

Based on her physical condition, as long as she is not a high-rise person, she will usually have no problem jumping down.

However, for normal people like the crew, it would be a big problem if she fell from such a height and was not injured.

"Um."

Jiang Ke felt relieved.

He raised his hand and grabbed the red rope. He pulled it down but did not pull it off.

The red rope is wrapped around the branch.

So, Jiang Ke exerted a little force, and the red rope fell down along with the branches and leaves.

He picked up the other end of the red rope, slapped off the branches, and handed the red rope to Mo Qing.
To be continued...