Disaster Artist

Chapter 2 Kalehin
[####’s creative commission: Create a work with Him as the subject.

There is no limit to the content format or genre.

Limited time: 15 days.

Remuneration: Determined based on the popularity and popularity of the work.There will be no remuneration if the basic requirements are not met.

Accept delegation/reject delegation]

(Electronic information in this article uses [] as a distinction)
Creative commission?Someone commissioned him to make Dream Shadow?

Bai Zhe couldn't help but cheer up, he was going to have a job again!

Although this commission is a little weird, it's a damn business order!It shows that someone appreciates his talent!

After two seconds, he calmed down.

The content of the commission is confusing.There is a bunch of garbled characters in the name, and there is no explanation of how the reward will be settled.Spread and obsession should be rephrased as clicks and likes, right?

Taking the client as the subject matter. He has never even met the client, and has no idea of ​​his identity or appearance, so he creates a hammer.

The more Bai Zhe thought about it, the more suspicious he became. It couldn't be a damn reality show.There are a bunch of cameras pointing at him now, or he is lying in the latest model of virtual cabin, and a certain sixth- or seventh-tier online channel is live broadcasting all his actions for everyone to watch.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

So what if it was really a good performance?If someone puts so much effort into playing themselves, what if they play along?

Bai Zhe refreshed the commission interface, exited the interface, and clicked the eye icon to re-enter.no response.Stuttered.

He stared at the white pupil, a little anxious.He felt vaguely familiar with this eye, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

The interface is still stuck, I can't enter or exit, and all the buttons are unresponsive.

Until there was a closed black eye on the screen.The second, the third, dozens or hundreds of closed eyes.

They opened their eyes one by one, revealing pale pupils, like countless pure white buds blooming in a solemn oil painting.

Black tears oozed from his eyes, like ink, like night, like shadows.Tears accumulated at the bottom of the screen, rippled, and spread upwards. The tear stains and countless pupils formed an unknown image full of sacred and quiet beauty.

It was as if a hazy veil was cut through Bai Zhe's mind with his fingertips, and memories of last night's dream flowed out of it.

He had already met his client, in a dream.To understand the content of the commission, he only needed to think back to that dream.

The uncontrollable trembling made his whole body stiff and his mind shut down.

Invading dreams to communicate is a level of technology that Bai Zhe has no access to at all, and it is not clear which group may master this technology.

Accept a commission or reject a commission? Do you really have the right to refuse?

He tapped the desktop with his fingertips, then opened the material extraction device and selected scene recall mode + full sensory collection.

Open the protective cover disguised as skin outside the interface, connect the data cable to the back of your head, and start extracting memory material.

While recalling the dream, he might be able to extract some good material.

Bai Zhe took a deep breath, closed his eyes, cleared his mind, and recalled the forgotten dream of last night.

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The broken mirror reflected a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old, with messy black hair like weeds.

Moss grew on the cracked walls, and turbid, cold water dripped from the ceiling from time to time.

A thin trickle of water flowed from the faucet, exuding the pungent smell of disinfectant.He washed the oil and blood from his hands.

Bai Zhe remembered this place, he had lived here for a while.Almost ten years.

The dream begins here.

He wiped away the stains on the mirror with his wet palms, being careful to avoid the sharp edges of the section.

Looking back behind me, there was nothing.

In the small bathroom, the faint sound of water could be heard.

He turned off the faucet, but the sound of water did not stop, but became more obvious.Quiet yet turbulent, like an invisible undercurrent.

The air became thick and stuffy, making people breathless, and the cold and clammy touch silently touched the skin.

Some kind of alien existence is about to appear.But he felt no fear, only a solemn and solemn feeling welling up in his heart.

Bai Zhe saw in the mirror that the shadow under his feet slowly flowed backwards and covered the wall behind him.

Dark tide-like shadows covered the walls and roofs, and pupils opened one after another.

Dark tears fell like rain behind him, falling on the shadow surface and causing ripples.Thousands of pale eyes were floating in the undercurrent, watching him quietly. "Good evening."

He faced the mirror and greeted the unknown being.

"What should I call you?"

There were overlapping small sounds coming from the ears, but when they fell in the ears, they were extremely grand, like a sonata composed of the sound of rain and tide.

Gradually, he began to hear certain tones and syllables.

"Callehen."

He made out several strange syllables of unknown meaning.

Bai Zhe couldn't understand what the other party was saying, and vaguely felt that it might be some kind of invitation.

That solemn and beautiful existence split into thirteen branches and thirteen eyes, flowing towards him along the walls on both sides, like an embrace.

He had difficulty breathing under the tremendous pressure, and his heart was beating hard, but he had no fear.This is just the other person's natural aura.

He stared at the mysterious, great, and beautiful existence in the mirror, and was about to come into contact with it.

When I turned around, there was nothing behind me.

Cold droplets fell from the moldy ceiling, shattering against the tiles.

Bai Zhe opened his eyes and was silent for a long time, with a sincere smile on his face.

inspiration!A true inspiration!

He cut off the connection to the material extraction device, unplugged the data cable and put on the protective cover.Raw data has been collected, and the Dream Imager is generating audio, video and other sensory material.

The extracted material must be fine.After recalling the dream, what he saw in the dream seemed to be burned into Bai Zhe's mind, making it clearer and more profound than what he had experienced personally.

He opened the Creation Assistant and clicked on Delegate.

【Accept delegation/Reject delegation】

accept.

A new icon appeared on the interface, a closed black eye.

[Unnamed new commission]

Bai Zhe thought about it and renamed the commission to [Black Tide: Kalehein].

[Callehein’s commission: Create a work with Him as the subject.

Requirements for the work: There is no limit to the form and genre, it must be completed within 15 days, and it must gain at least 7 communication points and 5 fascination point within 1 days of publication.

Submission method: Public publication.

Remuneration: Kalehin's gift (adjusted according to the circumstances of the work).

Work dissemination degree: 0/5
Degree of obsession with the work: 0/1]

For the time being, let's use the code name Kuroshio, or the syllable "Kalehein" heard in the dream, to call that unknown existence.

It turns out that there is no such thing as a “man”.With Bai Zhe's limited knowledge, it is impossible to define what life form he belongs to.

He has experienced many supernatural dreams and ghosts, and has seen thousands of all kinds of man-made gods, demons, and monsters, and he has long been tired of them.

Kalehin, with its grand and solemn aura and quiet and eerie beauty, is different from all those man-made objects.

At least in Bai Zhe's mind, he has firmly believed that Kalehein is an unknown real life form.

There is no doubt that this is excellent creative material.

What people pursue when watching Mengying is, firstly, a real and novel sensory experience, and secondly, strong emotional and value resonance.

And his experience of meeting Kalehin in his dream was absolutely novel and unprecedented, like the first time humans looked back at the earth from space.

Various thoughts were running through his mind, and he could barely feel the pain and discomfort in the back of his head.

The dream imager shows that it will take more than two hours to complete the generation of the original material.The pink outer surface of the unit has begun to get hot, and the cooling fan is making suspicious noises.

Bai Zhe didn't dare to touch it, and he didn't dare to press any buttons randomly.

　The new book is finally out, although it’s a hit-and-miss topic.Maybe someone will like to watch it, maybe (random thoughts).

　　
　
(End of this chapter)