Chapter 17 Do you want me to teach you to play the villain?
Every time he quit the game, Han Fei would feel like it was good to be alive from the bottom of his heart.
He didn't rest for long. He turned on the light beside the bed and turned to look at the wall covered with photos of the murder.
"Why do the seven dead people in the human mosaic appear like that? Are all seven of them trapped in that room?"
Generally speaking, any house where unnatural deaths have occurred can be called a haunted house, and the house where Han Fei lived seemed to have a total of seven deceased persons. It was simply a haunted house among haunted houses.
"Now that Wei Youfu and A Mei have sobered up a little, what I have to do next is to help the other deceased people regain their sanity."
Han Fei knew in his heart that the biggest last wish of the deceased was to catch the murderer, but the problem was that he was just an 18th-tier comedian, and he had more than enough ambition but no strength. Even if he did meet the murderer, it was not certain who would be caught.
"Take your time, it's better to be safe. After all, you only have one life." Han Fei took out his mobile phone and started recording: "The old building I live in in the game is very dangerous. The currently known information is that each floor has
There are four rooms, and I live on the fourth floor. I just saw the reaction of my neighbors on the sixth floor. The residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house, and they don’t dare to come in casually."
"If you think about it from this perspective, the monster in my house should be considered relatively dangerous. At least many residents are afraid of it."
"Looking at it from another direction, the most dangerous place is the safest place. As long as I don't seek death, that haunted house can actually protect me from being killed by other neighbors."
"Another thing to pay attention to is the child on the third floor. The haunted house is so scary and there is no talisman on the door. The room on the third floor is definitely a big trouble. The child sealed in the room may be made up of seven dead people.
As dangerous as a monster."
Thinking of this, Han Fei got a headache: "Who on earth tore off the talisman paper on the door on the third floor? I exited the game on the third floor this time. Based on my previous experience, I will still be able to log in the game next time."
It will appear on the third floor. If that child guards the body, wouldn’t I feel uncomfortable?”
The situation was too critical at that time, and Han Fei had already reacted very quickly. If he had been slower, the child would have climbed directly on top of him.
"The key is that he moves so fast, I can't even run away." Han Fei is now worried about being dragged into the room on the third floor by the child: "If there is a chance in the future, I will see if I can introduce him to the fourth floor.
In the haunted house of the building."
At four o'clock in the morning, Han Fei turned on his computer, held his mobile phone, and compared the murder photos on the wall, carefully sketching the clues and relationships between the characters.
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The sun shone on his face, and Han Fei didn't know when he fell asleep. He woke up in a daze, looked at the clock on the wall, and immediately jumped out of bed.
"I slept until nine o'clock all of a sudden. Director Jiang is probably waiting in a hurry."
After a simple wash, Han Fei hurriedly left home and rushed to North Street in the old city.
He hurriedly hurriedly hurriedly, but it was still a little late. The crew had already started work.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Han Fei quickly apologized, but the crew didn't think it mattered: "The first scene is about the villain and the first deceased. The villain actor hasn't arrived yet, so don't worry."
The stage manager who was shocked by Han Fei's acting last time came over and handed Han Fei a cup of coffee in a familiar manner: "Wait slowly, the villain is late not once or twice."
Han Fei felt that there was something in the other person's words: "Excuse me, who plays the villain in our drama?"
He plays the second victim, and the other person plays the murderer. They are rivals, and knowing a little about the other person's situation will make it easier for him to perform.
"You should have heard that his name is Zhan Lele. He has participated in many variety shows before, but he has not had any outstanding works. He can barely be regarded as a fifth-tier artist. This time their company wants to use our show to prove Zhan Lele's
Acting skills." The manager started chatting with Han Fei.
"Hasn't he acted before?" Han Fei put down the coffee in his hand: "The villain is very important to a drama."
"In my opinion, Zhan Lele has his own topic. His first challenge as a villain is also a good publicity point. In addition, he also graduated from a film and television academy and has a certain foundation." As the housekeeper was talking, chaos suddenly broke out outside the apartment.
, and then heard footsteps.
"I rushed to shoot a variety show last night, and my body is a bit overwhelmed." A young man in his early twenties entered the studio accompanied by a male manager. He could smell a strong smell of perfume and a masked smell of alcohol.
"Go put on makeup." Director Jiang didn't even raise his head, as if he was too lazy to say anything else.
After all the staff were in place, Zhan Lele, who had put on makeup, arrived belatedly.
"You have very few lines. The first scene is in the corridor. The murderer you play secretly targets Ami, and then you follow her into the corridor. I need you to create the feeling of following her like a shadow."
"Understood, I understand." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.
The actress who plays A Mei is young and has little experience, and Zhan Lele's following does not give people a sense of oppression, as if the person following her is not a perverted murderer, but a drunk idiot.
Even Han Fei couldn't stand such acting skills, let alone the strict director Jiang.
Just the first scene in the corridor was filmed over a dozen times. Zhan Lele went up and down the stairs. He was so tired that he finally sat on the stairs and stopped moving.
"Director, I have my own style, and I want to create this image according to my ideas."
"The image you created is such a little gangster?" Director Jiang was a little dissatisfied: "You have certain acting skills, but since you want to challenge the role of a villain, then integrate into your role. You are the murderer of seven people in a row.
, there is a hell hidden in your heart!”
"But this is just a scene of going upstairs. In fact, the hell in my heart has been suppressed. I am waiting for the final breaking point!" Zhan Lele is also very upright.
"You're going to explode right now and let me see?"
After Director Jiang finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhan Lele. The young actor had accumulated his strength for a long time, and then suddenly waved the prop knife wildly and roared hysterically.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Director Jiang covered his face: "Just ask the people at the scene, did the perverted murderer you played scare them? Did it give them a sense of oppression?"
As he said this, Director Jiang grabbed the attendant and asked in front of Zhan Lele: "Are you afraid of his performance just now?"
"not afraid."
"And you?"
"I kind of want to laugh."
After asking a few random people, the first two were calm and unfazed, while the last one was amused.
"Every glance is full of acting skills. The actors who auditioned yesterday were able to scare the venue staff when they played the victims. You played the murderer like a drunken gangster. Did you read the script?"
Zhan Lele seemed to have not read the script very much, but he still said stubbornly: "I really don't believe that someone playing the victim can scare the staff."
The two of them were arguing and somehow got involved with Han Fei. Director Jiang asked Han Fei to come over: "Have you read our script?"
"Looked at it."
"You come to play the role of a murderer."
"Me?" Han Fei has actually been trying to figure out the murderer's mentality, but he is not honing his acting skills, but really wants to solve the case: "Not so good, I'm a comedy actor."
"Stop being so modest, come here and give him a try." Director Jiang seemed to have great confidence in Han Fei.
Han Fei didn't want to stand out, but there was nothing he could do now.
Lowering his head, he recalled in his mind the original face of his neighbor on the sixth floor, holding a sharp knife, sticking his head out of the stairs, standing in the dark, watching the living thing coming towards him.
There was a desire for blood and flesh on his face, and there was a desire for destruction that could not be concealed. He was obviously trying his best to suppress his inner impulse, and he could not wait to pierce the opponent's body with the sharp knife in his hand.
With suppressed breathing and horrifying eyes, the person who had been following him finally entered the dark corridor. No one would stop him now.
Slowly raising his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck, and a smile gradually appeared on his chapped lips.