In the era of popular e-books, the ability of 'supernatural tales' to survive in the magazine world by publishing and Publishing had already proved its strength.
Cheng Hao had a job on hand. It was the dubbing of 'one night terror' that the chief editor of the magazine had arranged with Cheng Hao.
The reward... ... 100,000 yuan ...
It wasn't too much, but Cheng Hao liked this work and wanted a friendship price.
Xi Rou's voice sounded quite compatible with the image of the female lead in 'one night terror' . It was rare for Cheng Hao to meet a voice that he liked, and he was also moved by the talent.
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He Cheng: "Then let's do "one night terror" . "
Mourning and mourning: "F * Ck, he cheng, do you have to be so ruthless? Why did you create such a difficult one? "
"One night terror" was a scary story about the female lead's one night experience. The emotional requirements for the female lead were especially high.
Previously, Cheng Hao had told mourning and mourning that they would record this audio together in a few days. Each person would be paid 20,000 yuan.
He Cheng: "I'll send the script to the small group. Everyone take a look. We'll start in ten minutes. "
Hearing Cheng Hao's words, Xia Ling found herself pulled into a small discussion group.
In this discussion group, Cheng Hao sent a file. It was the TXT version of "one night terror. ".
Xia Ling opened it and replied.
"Okay, I'll look at it right away. "
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Ten minutes later, there was complete silence in the mic sequence.
After Xia Ling finished reading "One night terror" , she was now confident in the emotions of the female lead.
She had a photographic memory, and now she had a huge advantage. She remembered all the lines, and as long as she performed steadily, she would be fine.
It was past four in the morning, and the streetlights outside the window were dim.
A person reading such a ghost story in the apartment could be classified as a ghost even with Xia Ling's soul form.
However, why did she feel a chill on her body when she read this horror story?
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Cheng Hao switched on the microphone.
"Are you ready? Okay, let's begin. "
Xia Ling: "okay, I'm fine. "
[ mourning ] : "okay, the girl is fine, so am I. "
[ invisibility ] : "I'll try my best. ''
The roles had already been discussed in the small group.
[ mourning ] was in charge of the voice of the scary man, [ invisibility ] was in charge of the minions and all kinds of supporting roles.
To be able to make it to the upper echelons of [ trouble making street ] , a skill like fake voice was naturally a must-have for everyone. [ invisibility ] was especially good at it.
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The plot began.
The story began in the middle of the night, with a girl who had lost her love walking alone on the dim yellow street.
Her face was filled with tears, and she took a taxi at the street corner.
At the street corner, someone was paying tribute to the family members who had died in the car accident at the street corner.
Amidst the pungent smell of burning paper and the yellow paper flying under the streetlights, the girl called for a taxi.
She got into the car with red and swollen eyes.
However, the car was a little strange. The driver was very quiet. He was clearly taking the girl's route home, but the scenery on both sides was becoming more and more desolate.
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"where is this? This is not the route I want to go home on. Who Are you? Stop the car! I want to get out of the car! "
The girl panicked and realized that something was wrong. She screamed and took out pepper spray from her bag and sprayed it at the driver.
The car was filled with a pungent smell, but the driver was driving and did not care about the pepper spray on the side of his face.
The girl wanted to call the police, but there was no signal on her phone... ...
The girl panicked and did a lot of things.
However, all of these were useless. The car door seemed to be welded shut, and there was a strange smell of incense ash in the car.