Walking to the gloomy apartment, Han Fei knocked on the door, and soon a staff member came out.
"Director Jiang Yi asked me to audition, but I've run into some trouble recently. Maybe..." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, he was enthusiastically dragged into the apartment.
"You're finally here. Director Jiang is getting angry. The newcomers are becoming more and more outrageous. They can't give the performance the feeling he wants. Director Jiang has rejected several people in a row."
"I've never acted in a ghost movie, and I have something very important to do tonight..."
"Director Jiang! The new actor is here!" The staff member directly put the script into Han Fei's hands: "Normal auditions will have a special place, but ours is a low-cost thriller and suspense movie, so we don't pay so much attention.
Come on, hurry up and get there, Director Jiang and the others are already waiting impatiently."
Holding a copy of the script, Han Fei was pushed into a room. Six actors of different ages were standing against the wall. No one dared to speak.
"Are you acting? Do you really respect this profession? It's just nonsense!" In the middle of the room, a middle-aged man pointed at the actors and said very sternly.
His voice was so loud that it made one of the young girls cry.
"Still crying? Why is your plasma only stuck to your clothes? Not on your face or hands? Did the murderer go out of his way to prevent your face from being stained when he chopped you?"
"I tell you, don't be an actor if you feel dirty or tired! I don't care if you are arranged by investors or not. Since you come to participate in my play, you must do what I ask." Director Jiang has a bad temper.
, I used to be a teacher at Xinhu Film and Television Academy, and once taught Han Fei’s class.
After training for a while, Director Jiang looked at Han Fei and said, "I heard about you. I have a role here for you to try."
Han Fei took a look at the atmosphere, and he couldn't refuse to participate directly, so he said tactfully: "Director Jiang, I have never acted in a thriller."
"The audience can position actors, but actors should not position themselves. You are an actor, do you understand?" Director Jiang walked to Han Fei with the script: "Our drama is based on a real case from the past few years - human body puzzle
It’s an adaptation. The murderer hasn’t been caught yet. In order to make it easier to get involved with the characters, I suggest you read more news reports at the time and try to figure out the characters’ inner thoughts.”
"Then who should I play?"
"In the case of human body puzzle, the police announced seven victims. In fact, the murderer used the body of the deceased to spell out the eighth victim. You play the second victim-Wei Youfu." Director Jiang spoke very fast.
, constantly flipping through the script: "Let me tell you a brief story about the play. Wei Youfu is an ordinary white-collar worker. He worked overtime until late at night before coming home, only to find that his wife was not in the house. He sent several messages to his wife, and she replied saying
He went back to his parents' home. Being overtired, he didn't think much and went straight into the bedroom. Here's the point. In fact, his wife did not go back to her parents' home. Wei Youfu's wife was already dead at this time, and the murderer was hiding in the bathroom to dispose of his wife's body.
, the message just now was also sent back by the murderer."
"I would like to ask, what is Wei Youfu's character like?"
"Listen to me first. The most difficult part of this scene is the second half. When Wei Youfu was half asleep and half awake, he heard the bathroom door being opened and his wife's head being placed at the door. In his moment of fear,
When he was ignited, even greater fear struck! The murderer walked out of the bathroom and regarded him as the second hunting target." Director Jiang drew down several key points in the script: "We can't handle the corpse.
Such a scene is put on the big screen, so you can only make the audience feel the cruelty through the changes in your expression. You have to use your fear to drive the audience's fear! Can you do it?"
"I'll give it a try. After all, I've never been exposed to horror movies before." Han Fei's dream is to become a comedian, and he didn't know why he started auditioning for horror movies.
"Okay! Let's go to the scene to get a feel for it." Director Jiang waved and called several cameramen to come to the second floor: "This is the shooting location we have chosen. Originally we wanted to go to the crime scene to shoot.
But we can’t contact the owner of that haunted house.”
The room had been shaded in advance, and after closing the curtains, it looked dark and gloomy.
"Everyone, get ready! Please cooperate! The male villain hasn't arrived yet. As a field manager, you put on a mask and go to the bathroom to play the murderer. You have to open the door and release the head in time, and then open the bathroom door and rush out."
Five minutes later, everyone was in their seats, and the room instantly became quiet.
Seeing Director Jiang's gesture, Han Fei gradually got into the mood.
Lying in the dark bedroom, his body was slowly submerged in darkness, and Han Fei closed his eyes.
There was no need to act, the horrific memory of last night came to mind.
Gloomy, cold, bone-chilling, and inescapable despair.
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was a soft sound in the quiet room, and Han Fei opened his eyes drowsily. His eyes scanned the living room and finally focused on the bathroom door lock.
Everything seemed to have been rehearsed many times, and the wandering eyes gradually came into focus. Before Han Fei was fully awake, the bathroom door handle turned on its own.
The light was distorted and the bathroom door was pushed open a gap.
The cold wind blew across my cheeks, and it seemed that there was a world of the dead hidden behind the dark door.
His pupils shrank and his heart pounded. When five fingers stretched out from the crack of the door, the fear in Han Fei's memory was aroused!
The blood accelerated, the heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the adrenaline increased. Han Fei's face instantly turned pale. His body developed a self-protection mechanism. The psychological fear even directly triggered a physical reaction.
His wife's head rolled out along the crack of the door, and the familiar face rolled on the living room floor. She seemed to be laughing, chasing him, and more like asking himself why he didn't accompany her.
The fear hidden deep in Han Fei's consciousness was activated. At this time, the bathroom door was completely opened, the bloody knife came into view, and the murderer rushed towards him in the darkness!
The familiar darkness, the familiar fear, but this time he had nowhere to escape!
The pale face hidden under the lampstand in his mind overlapped with the murderer in front of him. The fear deep in Han Fei's heart was detonated. The real death threat made him make the most horrified expression!
The look in his eyes was indescribable. Even the murderer who was running toward Han Fei stopped, then turned and glanced behind him.
"CUT!"
Director Jiang, who was holding the script, rushed over and angrily shouted at the steward playing the murderer: "What are you looking back at! You are a murderer! What are you looking back at!"
"No, Brother Jiang." The attendant took off the mask, and his face was covered with cold sweat: "I just saw Han Fei's expression, and I really thought there was something behind him, so I turned my head and took a look unconsciously.
"
"You're a murderer, what are you afraid of! Such a perfect shot was wasted, I'm so angry!" After speaking, Director Jiang ran into the bedroom and helped Han Fei up himself: "Han Fei, your acting skills are so good
Great progress! You have the talent to act in thrillers! I feel like you were born to act in thrillers!"
"Am I really that good at acting?" Han Fei finally calmed down and his expression returned to normal.
"Of course! You act like you have experienced it yourself, it's so awesome!"
