The bathroom is large and has more than a dozen compartments.

It's day now, and there is no feeling of yin energy in the building, it's very bright.

Wu Yuehan followed Song Jing to the bathroom one after another, and saw that Song Jing was still smiling at her.

When the two of them came out of the bathroom and entered the bathroom to wash, Wu Yuehan said, "The scenes to be filmed in the afternoon may have an impact on your condition. You must grasp your emotions."

In the afternoon, the scene was when Song Jing's character was forced to a extreme mental breakdown, and she was very irritable and crazy. This kind of scene was often a bit stimulating to the actors, so Wu Yuehan asked Song Jing to pay attention.

Song Jing nodded and smiled: "I will pay attention."

As soon as she finished speaking, her eyes suddenly saw a row of compartment doors shining behind the large glass of the bathroom.

The compartment doors are all closed, and the brown door panels are exactly the same as the whole, no difference. However, Song Jing saw that the white porcelain plate on the ground was seeping out of the white porcelain plate on the ground.

That ball of black looks like hair.

Wu Yuehan saw that Song Jing's eyes were a little stagnant and said, "What's wrong?"

As soon as she finished speaking, her tone suddenly stopped.

She saw it, too.

That ball of hair was not Song Jing's illusion.

Wu Yuehan has always been calm and frowned subconsciously: "What is that?"

Song Jing felt a little bad intuition and swallowed: "I don't know very well, it's a bit like hair."

Lifting her hair, Wu Yuehan glanced at Song Jing, and didn't know if she had any thoughts, her expression instantly frozen.

The two of them walked over slowly, and Wu Yuehan spoke tentatively: "Is anyone?"

The compartment door was quiet and no one answered.

Song Jing walked slowly over, Wu Yuehan was behind and suddenly grabbed Song Jing's sleeve.

She was scared.

As they got closer, the two of them could see clearly that there was indeed a bunch of hair on the ground.

It seeps out of the toilet compartment, thick, soft, shiny, and beautiful.

Song Jing instantly remembered the girl with the surname Xi.

Obviously, Wu Yuehan also remembered that because of such hair, the entire crew could not find anyone else.

The two of them thought she fainted inside, so her hair oozed out. Song Jing was always brave and pushed the door panel tentatively. The door panel swayed slightly, as if it was about to open, but the door was not closed.

Song Jing glanced at Wu Yuehan, and the other party held her sleeve tighter, biting her lip and looking at the door panel.

Song Jing took a breath and pushed open the door.

The door panel was not blocked. When Song Jing pushed open the door, Wu Yuehan's screams resounded throughout the crew building.

It was a black shadow standing up, indeed a black shadow.

It can be seen that it is a person sitting on the toilet, but it is no longer obvious.

Her whole body was covered with hair, covering the entire toilet compartment, and it was completely congested, so it seeped out of the door panel.

This is a figure that is made up of all hair, and nothing else can be seen except hair.

Wu Yuehan has filmed so many scenes, but he has never seen such a terrifying scene. It is so real, scary and terrifying.

Song Jing:!!!!!!

Damn!!!

Is it really him a uct!

At the critical moment, she admired herself for not screaming like Wu Yuehan, but she finally knew why Qiao Yan had such a big psychological shadow.
Chapter completed!