You're not playing this right.

Jin Yan claims to be an entertainment reporter.

But those who know him know that his usual work is not limited to stealing photos of actors, infiltrating actresses' studios, or catching idol groups at film festival sites.

That's right, a veteran paparazzo.

And he has a knack for creating a sense of [these two are having an adulterous affair] no matter how normal the picture seems to the onlooker.

Jin Yan recently got the news that several sexy actresses have been cast in a horror film. The director was director Sun, a film celebrity who has been in the limelight lately.

He immediately moved to blend into the filming site, not for the first time anyway.

Most film sets don t allow reporters to enter, so the actors will be more unable to control themselves ... which gives people like him more opportunities.

Change into work clothes, wear a helmet on his head, and hold something like a saw in his hand.

With this getup, he was able to get into most locations unscathed.

However, it wasn't until he stepped onto the filming camp that Jin Yan reacted with the hindsight that things seemed a bit off.

This filming site was too quiet.

Even during breaks, there was no director shouting this and that at the top of his voice. The lighting technician, props technician and the cameraman shouldn't be idle either.

The agents and assistants should be walking around the venue with hot drinks and snacks in their hands to ensure that the actors are in shape.

But right now, there wasn't a living soul to be seen in the camp.

Jin Yan frowned and dialled a number, "Hello, is the information accurate? It's empty here, not like there's a film being shot."

"How many times have we worked together? Fooling you with this kind of thing, I'm idle?" The person on the other side of the phone asked rhetorically.

Although he didn't want to admit it, the other party was right. Jin Yan hung up the call and looked around.

A cold wind blew by, and the tattered plastic bags were blown around by the wind. Somehow, he always felt furtive inside.

"Living hell." Jin Yan muttered in a low voice.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

Almost at the same time, a mournful scream came from not far away. The scream only lasted for a short moment, and then it was gone.

Jin Yan froze, and for a split second, cold sweat broke out.

What the hell?

He could hear the fear contained in that miserable scream clearly, but what was even more frightening was that the scream only lasted for a few short seconds.

Murder? No, it's not that unlucky ...

Jin Yan forced himself to calm down and kept rubbing the throwing stick in his arms.

He was a professional paparazzo, and had anticipated all sorts of unexpected situations. Sometimes when he encountered a fierce security guard, the flinging stick in his arms would come in handy.

"Hopefully I won't have to use it." He muttered, gripping the flinging stick tightly, and moved over little by little in the direction where the scream had appeared.

The surroundings remained silent, as if the scream was just an illusion.

Jin Yan finally stopped in front of a shack, with the faint sound of human voices coming from inside.

When he tried to open the door, his hand stopped in mid-air, and Kanahiko's body suddenly froze.

Hiss-whist-whist-whist-whist-whist-whist-whist-whist.

That was a rough whistling sound.

There was someone behind him, but he didn't say a word, he just stood quietly behind him, what did he want?

Jin Yan's nerves tightened to the extreme at this moment, countless horrifying stories rushed to his mind, and a mountain of fear engulfed him, causing his legs to go limp and he fell to the ground.

Subconsciously looking up, a horrifying picture entered his eyes.

A pitch-black baseball mask with two hideous slits cut into it, revealing a pair of merciless eyes. He was heavily built and dressed in work clothes, his hoodie splattered with dried, dark blood.

The man held a thick, heavy machete in his right hand, the blade similarly coated in blood. It was unknown how many people had already suffered at his hands.

A frightening possibility suddenly occurred to Jin Yan.

This homicidal maniac wouldn't have secretly ambushed this place and killed an entire crew, right?

That was why the camp was so quiet, and that scream just now was the last person's dying wail.

He killed all the prey, now it is my turn ...

Thinking of this, Jin Yan's pupils gradually dilated.

He simply fainted.

The door of the wooden house suddenly opened, and a small assistant poked her head out from inside: "Brother Li, the meal is ready, there are ribs for lunch today ... Who is this?"

She pointed at Jin Yan who was lying on the ground.

Li Si took the hood off and was also completely puzzled.

More and more people were attracted over, and soon someone recognised Jin Yan's identity, "Huh? Isn't that the paparazzo?"

Taking a look at Li Si's outfit, and then at the fainted paparazzo, the cast and crew, combining their own experiences, quickly understood what had gone wrong, so...

"Puhahahaha ..."

"Heh heh heh heh ..."

Laughter was heard.

It's like, after your own house collapses, your neighbour's house collapses with it.

Although this was unethical, one really wanted to laugh.

In the end, it was Director Sun who stood out, "Okay, okay, don't laugh, call an ambulance to send the person away later, let's continue that desensitisation therapy of Xiao Li's in the afternoon."

Upon hearing this, several people put on their pain masks.

Li Si's method is simple. Horror films, plasma films in turn. After a little bit of resilience to the horror scenes, the actors and Rees are then allowed to take turns looking at each other.

This method is so effective that soon most people won't be scared out of their wits anymore.

It just kind of wastes the actors.

The doctor simply stopped walking and drove over in a van, parked right outside the set.

If one fainted, they would be carried in the van, and if they gathered five, they would be sent away, just like transporting corpses.

From this day onwards, the shooting progress of "Crystal Lake Murderer" became fast.

The process also went smoothly.

Except for that paparazzo named Jin Yan, who woke up and talked nonsense about a murderer hiding in the filming site, there were no accidents whatsoever.

It went on like this until a week before the end of filming, when Director Sun brought in a man with bandaged hands and a robust body.

"This is Master Chen from Tianjin, the martial arts director I got for us. He studied Bagua Palm, and the last two fighting scenes in the film, the movements were designed by Director Chen." Director Sun introduced with a smile.

Master Chen looked young, at most thirty years old. Doing things in a thunderous manner, he didn't have many pleasantries, but started working immediately.

He had served as a martial arts director for many years, and not only did he speak wryly, but he was especially patient in his teaching.

Even if there were a few actors who were really physically uncoordinated, he didn't get angry, but corrected their movements one by one.

"Well, yes, the leg should kick like this. But there's still a bit of a flaw, move up a little, don't be afraid to get tired."

"Okay, yeah, that's good. Throw your punches a little sharper, think about what I just said."

Passing through the male and female protagonists along the way, he finally came to Li Si's side. Just when he wanted to point out a few words, Master Chen suddenly closed his mouth.

He frowned, watching Li Si punch and kick at the air, and after a while, slowly said:

"Little brother, this fight ... you have seems to be not quite right."