"Don't!" The young girl cried out when she heard what the old woman said.
The female white collar also wiped up her tears again.
When a rabbit dies, crying about others is also crying about oneself.
"Do not cry, I have lived so old, already satisfied. You know we all came into this world crying, so no matter how hard life is, you must live with a smile." The old woman in turn comforted the two.
"Well said, you said you are a businessman, you must be an educated businessman!" Robin gave the old woman a thumbs up.
The young girl and the white lady stopped crying after hearing the old woman's words.
"Thank you, although I don't know you guys and I only met you in passing in the last scene, but you both made a great impression on me. I'm glad to have met you all here, so that my life and your lives have intersected a bit here. Don't be sad about my leaving, you all need to live harder and I will pray for you in the wax museum." The old woman put her hands together and made a few series to the crowd.
"Thank you." The others expressed their gratitude to the old woman.
"I have a feeling I think you will be the one to save all the wax figures and take everyone out of here alive. I hope you will not give up lightly at any time and believe in yourself at all times, you will be able to do it." The old woman came over and spoke to Mallory alone.
"You think highly of me, I don't have that ability, I'm just a very selfish, struggling to survive little shrimp, and extremely unlucky, I don't know when I'm going to hang." Mallory shook his head with a very somewhat bitter look.
"Don't be so pessimistic, if a person is continuously unlucky for a period of time, the god of luck is about to come, believe that God is fair." The old woman reached out and patted Mallory on the chest.
Mallory sighed and said nothing more.
"And you, don't be so impulsive, learn from him, too impulsive will get you killed." The old woman spoke a few more words to Robin.
"With my IQ, impulsive or not, I won't live long." Robin also sighed.
"You, don't have nothing to do with other people bar, the mouth above the win or lose is not meaningful, but you may end up losing on the mouth." The old woman and the man with glasses also said a few words.
"Ahem ..." the man with glasses nodded repeatedly, expressing his deep agreement with this point.
"I have a small wish that we are destined to get together, and I hope that we people can get along in the future and help each other unite together. Instead of hooking up and attacking each other, only unity will allow more of us to live." The old woman opened her mouth and spoke a few more words to the crowd.
The crowd nodded their heads.
"It's almost time, it's time to hit the road." The female director wearing a mask opened her mouth.
At the director's urging, the old woman waved goodbye to the crowd, boarded a bus that came to pick her up to go to the wax museum, and quickly disappeared around the corner.
After the old woman left, the atmosphere around the coffee table became a bit stagnant.
No one spoke again, the white woman began to wipe her tears again, and the young girl looked at her coffee cup in front of her and stared at it.
Mallory continued to drink his free coffee.
Half a minute later, the sunglasses woman came from the far side of the street.
Seeing that the crowd was in a low mood and all silent, the sunglasses woman glanced toward the stool where the old woman was last sitting and seemed to understand what was going on, but did not say anything.
Mallory guessed that the sunglasses woman had attended at least ten shows, and should have been used to this kind of thing happening to the old woman.
"The crew is all here from last time, and it looks like there will be two new people today." Robin spoke up to break the silence.
"Not newcomers, I guess the ones coming over again should be two senior actors." The sunglasses woman shook her head.
"I hope it's two good people." The female white collar opened her mouth.
"Forget it, the more scenes you're in, the less likely you are to be kind, and kindness will kill you faster." The sunglasses woman snorted coldly.
"I feel the same way, this is a film city, we are all actors, only those with high acting skills can live long." The man with glasses echoed the woman with sunglasses, and then looked at Mallory.
Mallory continued to drink coffee, as if he did not hear what the man with glasses said.
His stomach was a little bloated now, and he had eaten too much.
Two minutes later, two more people came to the coffee table.
It was an old woman in her fifties and a young man.
This old woman had a fierce face and was thick and tough-looking, and the old woman who had turned into a wax figure earlier with a refined air looked very different.
The young man beside the tough old woman was all fawning, like the typical white boy in society.
The two people obviously know each other, walking and talking all the way.
When the two arrived at the coffee table, the sunglasses woman got up and sat down on the old woman's seat, leaving the two stools together, probably because she didn't want to sit between the two of them.
"Hello, you guys! Welcome to our crew." The white woman took the initiative to greet the brawny old woman and the little white man.
The pugnacious old woman gave the female white collar an oblique look with a disdainful expression.
"Pink newcomer, this is our crew, not yours." The little white face gloomily returned the female white collar.
"This ..." female white collar heart some upset, unconsciously looked at the sunglasses woman, probably hope that the sunglasses woman can represent the crowd to say a few words something.
The sunglasses woman turned her head to the side, obviously not wanting to provoke the two look.
The female white collar looked at Mallory for help again.
Mallory, as always, kept her head down and drank her coffee.
"The two of you look like senior seniors, when you arrive here, of course you are the master of this place." The man with glasses saw the wind and rudder and hurriedly ingratiated himself with the white man for a few words.
"Hahahahaha ... little guy is very sensible and has potential." The little white face reached out and put his arm around the back of the man with glasses.
"Thank you for mentioning senior." The man with glasses piled up a smile.
"Ah! Yuck! There are flies! So disgusting!" Robin spat on the ground.
The young girl snorted with laughter, then realized that no one else was laughing, and hastily put it away again.
"Everyone is here, we can start." The female director came over.
"Hello everyone, we are shooting a night scene today, the name of the movie is 'Death Players'. We are shooting one of the scenes called 'Last Train'. I'm going to give you a brief introduction to the performance you are about to do."
Everyone did not speak and looked at the masked female director in silence.
"The genre of 'Death Players' is horror, the ghost genre of horror films."
"Today's scenes are of a mystery-solving nature, and the identity of each actor is undisclosed and uncertain. Therefore, the roles to be played will be decided by lottery."
"The rank of the actor determines the order of the lottery, as well as the number of times the lottery will be held, and the person with the same rank will have more points in their account first."
"What you will be playing is a member of a crew, the main character, supporting characters, special actors, cinematographer, lighting, sound recording, theater crew, etc."
"This crew is filming a ghost movie."
"In our scene, it's the members of the cast and crew all going down the street together to take a bus home after a day of shooting."
"This is the last bus."
"Among the eight of you, one of you is a ghost."