moonlight lure

He saw things with ease: "Your conditions are very good, but the competition in this industry is extremely fierce, do you understand?"

She said seriously: "I am not afraid of hardship."

The other party looked at her with a half-smile but not a smile: "It's not enough to endure hardship. There are many people who are more beautiful than you and can endure hardship even more."

Song Shiwei bit her lip and hesitated: "Then me."

The man let her worry and struggle for a long time, and then pointed out a clear path for her in a leisurely manner: "Let's do this, you go and shoot a few image videos later, and I will take them back and discuss them with the others."

Song Shiwei once heard Xiaojing talk about this. At that time, they also said they wanted to take an image photo of her. She was worried that it would take a long time and it would be too late to go home, so she hesitated and did not agree until she drank the drink in the room. Then I woke up in a hotel bed.

Song Shiwei blinked, her expression pure and innocent: "I have photos, without makeup, without retouching."

The man held a cigarette in his mouth and smiled without meaning. Xiao Wang on the side explained: "The kind of photos you took yourself are not professional, and if they are just photos, they can show too little content. The facial features, figure, temperament, and expressiveness all have to be Only by showing it in the video can we be competitive.”

Song Shiwei nodded in understanding, still thinking about what to do next, when Manager Jing stood up and answered the phone.

He walked to the corner holding the phone, his face gradually becoming serious.

Song Shiwei looked at him calmly, and Xiao Wang beside her whispered to her: "There is a girl coming over soon. She is from a nearby music school. You two have similar styles."

He gestured to the wine glass on the table with a wink, as if to remind him kindly, "You are the only one here now, so you have to seize the opportunity. Mr. Jing doesn't come here often. If you are lucky enough to catch up today, it may not be when next time." ”

Song Shiwei glanced at the wine glass on the table, and out of the corner of her eye saw Mr. Jing hanging up the phone and walking back. She raised her face and raised the glass, but the other party ignored her. After standing in front of the sofa and pondering for a while, she suddenly said to Xiao Wang in a deep voice: " Someone is coming over later, so you should send her out first."

Not only Song Shiwei but also several other people in the room were very surprised when they heard this.

Xiao Wang's body received the command before his brain and he stood up. Song Shiwei's mind was racing. She finally got on the line with this group of people. She was unwilling to go back without any gain today. She said pitifully: "Mr. Jing, that variety show"

The other party changed her friendly tone and adopted a business-like tone: "Today is not a coincidence, let's try another day." She twirled her fingers in front of her, and after a moment, she seemed to have made up her mind: "I have class tomorrow, I can wait. You finish.”

Mr. Jing looked at her for a while while holding a cigarette, then turned to look at the person in the corner: "Are you coming?"

The man raised his face, and his face looked a bit pale and sickly under the light. Those who were stared at by him at close range felt the strongest feeling and were the most frightened.

Song Shiwei's back was numb from his snake-like gaze. After a while, he slowly stood up and said, "Okay."

***

Song Shiwei followed the man out of the box.

He strode ahead, taking her through the maze-like corridors, and finally stopped in front of a very hidden VIP elevator.

She walked into the elevator and saw him pressing the button for the negative floor. She raised her face and asked softly: "Brother Luo, where are we going now?"

The flames between the man's fingers opened and closed: "Photography studio."

The elevator stopped steadily and the man stepped out first.

This floor is similar to the structure of a hotel. The corridor is dimly lit and the carpet is so thick that it makes no sound at all when stepped on. Song Shiwei secretly observed her surroundings when the person in front of her suddenly said, "Are you a student?"

Song Shiwei's heart sank, she raised her eyes and looked at him innocently: "Huh?"

He commented concisely and comprehensively: "The face looks like a student, but the eyes are not the same."

Song Shiwei: "."

That is to say, her skin is okay, but her acting skills are not?

She became alert and asked without changing her face: "Then what do my eyes look like?" He lowered his eyes to look at her for a moment, then raised his hand and hooked the broken hair on the side of her face: "Fox."

He looked at her with an uncomfortable look, "Your pupils are very dark and beautiful."

Song Shiwei had goosebumps on the back of her neck. She resisted the urge to grab his wrist and buckle him. She curled her lips and shyly curled up her neck to hide.

She mentally scolded him for being a pervert. She thought he was suspicious, but she didn't expect that he was just flirting.

Finally the two stopped in front of a room. The man took the key and opened the door. The room was very spacious, and the air was dull and humid. There were some decent photography and lighting equipment inside, but the weirdness was also obvious. All the lenses and lights were focused on the bed.

The dark pattern on the bedside was the same as what she saw on the photos of many victims when she entered the dark web address.

Song Shiwei looked around silently.

She was a little surprised that he was so arrogant in bringing his sober self to the crime scene. Was he sure that she would devote herself to art, or was he sure that she would not have the courage to call the police?

The man glanced at her and asked indifferently: "Are you nervous?"

Song Shiwei nodded shyly: "A little."

He pointed at the sofa and motioned for her to sit down first. She held the front of her shirt and begged softly: "Brother Luo, let's shoot quickly. I want to go home early."

He didn't reply and gave her an unopened bottle of water.

Song Shiwei shook her head: "Thank you, I'm not thirsty now."

He unscrewed it, took a sip, and put it on the table: "Go to bed."

Song Shiwei sat cautiously beside the bed. He turned on the device, adjusted the angle, and ordered: "Lie down."

She pretended to be dumbfounded: "Why do you have to lie down?"

He explained absently: "The photogenic effects of different viewing angles must be examined."

Song Shiwei sat still.

He glanced at her coolly: "Don't you want to go home early?"

She called softly: "Brother Luo."

The man looked at her, and she asked: "Is the person Mr. Jing said was coming over just now your boss?"

He didn't answer, and there was a hint of inquiry in his eyes. Song Shiwei turned a blind eye and asked innocently: "Can you take me to see him?"

The man said leisurely: "The boss is so busy, how can I meet you so easily?"

She pretended to be worried and said, "But I don't think my videos are very competitive when compared with so many other girls' videos."

He asked with unclear meaning: "Then what do you want?" She blinked, slyly and innocently: "I want to go directly to see the boss himself."

The man smiled, obviously very satisfied with her behavior. He leaned over and touched her face, and his tone was a little gentler: "Obey, you finish filming the video as I said. If the effect is good, I will take you to see the boss. Um?"

Song Shiwei pretended to be very reluctant, and muttered with concern: "That'll be next time. I'm not ready today. My makeup is too light, my clothes are very casual, and the skirt is not convenient for movement."

The face of the person in front of him gradually became impatient. He straightened up and stayed quiet for a moment, and his voice became colder: "You are still too nervous. Please relax first."

He said, stepping away from the bed as if to really give her space. Then he turned on the stereo, and a soothing music slowly flowed out. Then he took out an aromatherapy stand and asked her sideways, "Do you like pine wood or floral scent?"