MTL - I’ve Transmigrated Into This Movie Before-Chapter 49 cost

Caught in the middle of so many towers, this home theater seems a little independent and special. The gatekeeper at the door is even more independent. He doesn't seem to care about the business of this home theater.

"You don't have a ticket, you can't ..." Only half said, the gatekeeper looked at the movie ticket handed to him.

It is not an ordinary ticket, an even-numbered ticket, or an odd-numbered ticket.

This is a very special ticket.

It was stamped with a human head stamp. The human head was a bust of a man. A closer look also brought the name: Zhou Aiguo, a name that overflowed with no characteristics.

The goalkeeper only glanced up, and quickly raised his head: "Where did you get this ticket?"

"Given by others." Shi Zhongtang groaned with a smile.

"Where is that person?" The gatekeeper, who was originally sitting on the doorstep, now stood up.

"Run, but I guess he didn't run, so he should peep around." Shi Zhongtang said, shaking his head and shaking his head in the end, "Do you see him?"

After a broken street lamp suddenly appeared a white shadow, and a closer look, it was the man wearing a smiley face mask, while escaping like a fate, he stared at Shi Zhongtang, but because he did not look at the road, he was uneven. Tripped on the road.

The goalkeeper sneered and chased after him.

"Hey!" Shi Zhongtang raised Yang's ticket to his back, "No more votes?"

The goalkeeper cursed, throwing his backhand.

Suddenly the ticket in Shi Zhongtang's hand caught fire. He wows, releases his finger, the burning ticket falls under his feet, and he stomps a few feet: "Be careful with the candles."

"One person, one vote, get in the void!" The gatekeeper's voice came from afar. When Shi Zhongtang looked up again, his back had disappeared.

Shi Zhongtang smiled.

Although he accepted the ticket for the smiley mask, it did not mean that he had to do as he said. The reason why he called the theater to see if the ticket in his hand really could enter.

It does n’t matter if you ca n’t go in. The smiley mask has a ticket in your hand, but you do n’t dare to come by yourself. It shows that there are things in the movie theater that he wants, and things that he is afraid of—such as a janitor running around like a rabbit? He could still come in while the gatekeeper was catching someone.

"Come on, brother, it's up to you to crack down on the ticket dealers!" He shouted in the direction of the gatekeeper with no sincerity, and Shi Zhongtang turned and walked towards the cinema. When he entered the door, he stepped forward and blew towards the poster on the wall Whistled.

Title: "Scam"

Starring: Zhou Aiguo

On the poster are three men, with boxes full of banknotes in their hands, standing on the edge of a cliff with countless guns pointed at them in front of them.

The face on the far left looks a bit familiar, faintly a bust on the ticket.

Shi Zhongtang turned back and walked into the door.

"welcome!"

A group of masked men greeted him warmly, wearing clothes of various dynasties, wearing various masks, and speaking accents in various places.

"Guest, please follow me," said a little girl wearing a Tang Dynasty lady's mask. "Your seat is over here."

Shi Zhongtang looked at her with a grin, and suddenly reached out and lifted her mask.

But he couldn't lift it, the mask seemed to grow on her face.

"Please don't do this." The little girl pushed his hand away. "My mask cannot be removed."

He didn't ask her why she couldn't remove it, but asked skillfully: "How can I remove it? I want to see your face."

The little girl froze, she looked up at him, and saw a pair of peach eyes relentless but pitiful, and no one knew whether he just said that intentionally or unintentionally, she took a moment and replied: "Wait for my movie to be released ... "

Before she finished speaking, she was pulled by the person beside her, so she hurriedly shut up.

Shi Zhongtang didn't embarrass her any more. He was not in a hurry to sit down and watch a movie, but was full of interest in the staff, and walked all the way, lifted all the way, and couldn't lift any mask.

Finally, one of the staff couldn't bear it and said, "Guest, please go back to your seat and the movie will start."

"No rush, no rush, I'll go shopping first." Shi Zhongtang waved his hand at him, two feet continued to walk around the cinema, suddenly turned around, and said to the staff who followed the pace, "Aren't you taking me? kind?"

Several staff members have reached the limit of his patience, and most of them are dissatisfied. If they change to other places, they will be scolded even if they don't rush, but they just follow him, and they look furious and dare not speak. .

Shi Zhongtang narrowed his eyes and looked at them for a while, then suddenly turned and ran towards the rear.

"You can't go in that place!" The staff rushed over in desperation, but Shi Zhongtang avoided the pursuit of his dad from an early age. In addition, he was an actor who starred in a martial arts movie. His skill was extremely flexible. Found a way out and broke into the projection room.

What will he see? A projectionist with black-rimmed glasses? A projector as old as a lantern at the door? A poster with a female star on the wall? Several shelves next to each other holding various kinds of film video tapes?

The moment the door opened, he saw a man in a prison uniform.

The man turned his back to him, took something off his face with both hands, and placed it in the old projector in front of him.

Hearing the movement behind him, he slowly turned back.

Without waiting for Shi Zhongtang to see the other person's face clearly, countless hands have been stretched out from behind, dragging him back, and finally he only saw one thing—the mask.

In this screening room, there is no film or videotape, and it reaches the ceiling from the ground, and is full of masks.

"Okay!" The staff pressed Shi Zhongtang to the seat with all his hands, gritted his teeth and said, "The movie has begun, please enjoy it!"

"Okay." Shi Zhongtang laughed absently, still thinking about the things in the projection room, until the opening song sounded in his ear, his hands, his feet, his body gradually lost control, he couldn't help but stare Big eyes, looking at the line that appeared on the screen-"This film is adapted from the real story."

The next day, the crew of "The Man in the Picture".

Ningning looked at Shi Zhongtang's side face strangely. Was it her illusion? She felt that his face was so pale today, as if he had fallen ill overnight.

"Li Lang." She is still filming. She temporarily pressed her doubts, and acted like a Lingshan princess, asking him coldly, "Do you know how much it costs you to do this?"

The name of the play today is "The Price".

In order to let the Princess Lingshan on the painting come down and revive the dead, the male owner decided to collect materials for the resurrection medicine, including the soil of the emperor's tomb, the hair of Princess Lingshan, the fragments of jade seal, etc. Enough for him to be annihilated 10,000 times.

"I know." But before copying the family and destroying the family, Shi Zhongtang had paid the price in advance, and saw that he pulled out his waist dagger and made a fierce stroke on his face, a long blood stain from left to right, destroying his handsome On the face, he smiled back at her, "Even if caught, no one knows who I am."

Ning Ning seemed to be frightened by his smile. After a while, he put the fan in front of his face and laughed at him: "Even if you can escape the Chao family, you can't escape a dead letter."

He was silent for a while before repeating her sentence gently: "... Can't escape a dead letter?"

The red lips behind the fan flickered, thinking that he had grasped his weakness, and was about to pursue, but he heard a smile and turned towards her.

Another mist was boiling over.

Ning Ning, who had stood at the desk, disappeared again, leaving only the picture of Princess Lingshan on the desk.

Shi Zhongtang selected a pen from Bijia Mountain, dipped the ink from the mountain and sea platform, and then the pen tip fell on the screen. The sky turned into sunset outside the window, he put down the pen and said with a smile, "OK."

I saw that there was one more person in the original painting of Princess Lingshan.

The man stood at the bridge head, full of wind and sleeves, and a pair of peach eyes looked at Princess Lingshan with a smile and smile-it was he who painted it.

"If I survive, you can survive, you and I will always be together." Shi Zhongtang smiled at the person in the painting, "If I die, I will come to accompany you in the painting, you and I will never be separated."

After speaking, he dried the ink on the paper, was about to take the scroll away, and set off on his journey of searching for medicine. He suddenly frowned, holding the table with one hand and covering his mouth with one hand, and coughed violently. .

When he planted it forward and fell on the table, the whole crew was messed up.

"Son, are you okay!"

"Extremely, send to the hospital!"

"ambulance!"

"I'm fine!" Shi Zhongtang yelled, stood up again with Shi Dao's arm, and smiled pale at the crowd. "It's a little dizzy, maybe it's a heat stroke. I'll take a rest and you continue."

Passing Ning Ning, she grabbed her hand, and leaned her body against her shoulder extremely naturally.

Stone guide abandoned by him relentlessly: "..."

Overwhelmed Ningning: "..."

"Huh." Finally Shidao coughed. "Yu Ling, you take him back to rest."

"Oh, well ..." Ning Ning led.

The hotel is not far from here, and Shi Zhongtang was not ill until he could not move in one step. It was a bit annoying to follow the filming of Yu Ji, who did not know what they would write in the newspaper tomorrow. Ning Ning finally managed to transport people back to the hotel and was about to leave, but he held his hand.

"Let it go." Ning Ning will never smile at him, just like Princess Lingshan in the play to the male lead now.

He smiled at her forever, and seemed to like her even when she was angry.

"Tell me." He was lying on the bed, looking at her with a pale face, a lonely smile. "For you, my life, is it just a two-hour movie?"