You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping was thinking at this moment, not only did he not spend money, but also make a fortune when he went out this time.

Oh, that's alright.

However, before taking this business, Zhou Ping had a doubt in her heart?

She also met some people in the crew. Why, some people did not show the director and the symptoms of these three people?

She remembered that a deputy director said that he lived very close to the director. Is it because of the location?

Zhou Ping was still very strange. The conditions of these people were exactly the same, especially these three.

Zhou Ping hesitated and asked the director: "Are the rooms you live in are very close?"

The director nodded: "Yes, we are all on the first floor."

Zhou Ping nodded, "Well, after you finish work in the evening, I will go to your place to see."

The director hurriedly said: "Okay, okay, thank you, ma'am, to trouble you."

The director was actually very upset at this time. He didn't think too much before, but now, the more he thinks, the more weird he feels, and he always feels very evil.

The director whispered: "Madam, can you... tell me what is the reason for my physical condition? Is it because of too much pressure?"

Zhou Ping smiled and said, "If the pressure is high, then you should go to a psychologist and find me. It is not a psychological problem."

The director swallowed his saliva. It wasn't a pressure problem, that was... other reasons.

He asked carefully, "Madam, can you tell me more...clearly?"

Qin Zheng was impatiently asked by him: "It is clear that you have been poorly rested and have nightmares every night. Even if you sleep all night, you feel more tired after waking up. That is because you were sucked by the little devil. Angry, understand?"

With two snaps, the chopsticks and spoons in the hands of Yu Chengjing and the deputy director fell on the table?

All of them looked at Qin Zheng with a dazed expression and fear.

Zhou Ping asked casually: "Like you, should you often press the bed in the middle of the night?"

The director, and three others, nodded at the same time.

With a pale face, Yu Chengjing said: "It's not just a ghost press. Sometimes, I think, I remembered where I put it yesterday, but changed the place the next day. I have been wondering if it was because Recently, too much pressure has caused my memory to deteriorate."

Another person also said: "Me too, so am I... In the middle of the night, my teacher can hear the sound of running water, I think of it, but I can't move..."

When the director heard this, his heart was sore: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

The director of Group A said: “I’m so busy shooting every day and I’m talking very much. I didn’t take it seriously, but the situation is getting more and more serious these days. When I was half awake in the middle of the night, I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Open, but it always feels like someone is running in the room."

Yu Chengjing rubbed into the painful forehead and said: "Me too, I have not been superstitious. I searched the Internet and said on the Internet that it may be because of poor rest, too much pressure, auditory hallucinations, and hallucinations. I didn't care..."

However, as the quality of sleep worsened, Yu Chengjing began to feel a little skeptical.

He asked his assistant to share a room with him the night before. As a result, after his assistant slept all night, he would never sleep in the same room with him again. Moreover, he got him a cross and a hanging picture of **** yesterday, but ,Useless.