Every time he exited the game, Han Fei would get a feeling from the bottom of his heart that it was good to be alive.
He didn't rest for long, turned on the light by the bed, and turned his head to look at the wall covered with photos of the victims.
"Why did the seven deceased in the human jigsaw puzzle case look like that? Are all seven of them trapped in that room?"
Generally speaking, any house where an unnatural death has occurred can be called a murder house, and the house where Han Fei lives seems to have a total of seven dead people, which is simply a murder house within a murder house.
"Now that Wei Youfu and Ah Mei have sobered up a bit, the next thing I have to do is to help the other few dead people find their sanity."
Han Fei knew in his heart that the biggest last wish of those dead people was to catch the killer, but the problem was that he was just an eighteenth-string comedian with more heart than strength, even if he really met the killer, who was caught by who that was not certain.
"Take your time, it's better to be safe, after all, there is only one life." Han Fei took out his phone and began to record: "The old building I live in the game is very dangerous, the information known now is that there are four rooms on each floor, I live on the fourth floor, we have just seen the reaction of the neighbors on the sixth floor, the residents of this building should know that I live in a murderous house, they dare not just come in."
"Thinking from this perspective, the monster in my house should be considered more dangerous, at least many residents are afraid of it."
"Looking at it in another direction, the most dangerous place is the safest place, as long as I don't die, that murderous house can instead protect me from being taken out by other neighbors."
"Another point to watch out for is the child on the third floor, the murder house so scary door panels are not plastered with talismans, that room on the third floor is definitely a big problem, the child sealed in the house may be as dangerous as the seven dead people put together into a monster."
The thought of this brought Han Fei a headache: "In the end, who tore off the talisman paper on that door on the third floor? I quit the game on the third floor this time, according to my previous experience, I will still be there on the third floor the next time I log into the game, if that kid is watching the necks, won't I be out of luck?"
At that time the situation was so critical that Han Fei already reacted quickly, if he was one step slower, it was estimated that the kid 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 third-floor room by the kid: "If I have the chance later, I'll see if I can introduce him to the murderous house on the fourth floor."
At four in the morning, Han Fei opened his computer and took his phone, comparing the photos of the murders on the wall, and carefully sketching the clues and character relationships.
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The sun shone on his face, Han Fei did not know when he fell asleep, he woke up in a daze and immediately jumped out of bed after looking at the watch on the wall.
"I slept until nine o'clock at once, director Jiang's team is probably anxious."
After a simple wash, Han Fei hurriedly left his home and rushed to North Street in the old city.
He rushed, but he was still a little late, the crew had already started work.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Han Fei hurriedly apologized, and the crew felt indifferent: "The first scene is between the villain and the first deceased, now the male antagonist has not yet arrived, there is no hurry."
The scene manager who was scared by Han Fei's acting skills last time came over and handed Han Fei a cup of coffee in a very self-effacing way: "Take your time and wait, that great antagonist has been late more than once or twice."
Han Fei felt that the scene manaher had a message in his words: " May I ask, who is the antagonist in our movie?"
He will play the second victim, and the other person will play the murderous maniac, the two parties are rival actors, and understanding a little about each other is also convenient for their own play.
"You should have heard of him, his name is Zhan Lele, and he has participated in many variety shows before, but he does not have any outstanding works, he can barely be considered a fifth-tier artist. This time their company wants to take advantage of our movie to promote Zhan Lele's acting skills." The scene manager talked with Han Fei.
"Hasn't he acted before?" Han Fei put down the coffee in his hand: "The villain is very much important to this movie."
"In my opinion, Zhan Lele carries his own importance, and the challenge of his first villain role is also a good publicity point, plus he is a graduate of the film and television academy, so he has a certain foundation." As the scene manager was talking, there was sudden chaos outside the apartment, and then the sound of footsteps could be heard.
"I had to rush to shoot a variety show last night, and my body was a bit overwhelmed from all the hustle." A young man in his early twenties entered the set accompanied by a male agent. The actor reeked of heavy smell of alcohol which was disguised by a strong perfume.
"Go and do your makeup." Director Jiang did not raise his head, seemingly too lazy to say anything else.
After all the staff and actors were in place, Zhan Lele, who had put on his make-up, arrived very late.
"You have very few lines, the first scene is in the hallway, you play the murderer secretly staring at Ah Mei, then you will follow her into the hallway, I need you to create that feeling of following like a shadow."
"Understood, I understand." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.
The actress who played Ah Mei was not very old and had little expertise in her line of work, and Zhan Lele's shadowing failed to create tension by making it appear as if a drunken fool rather than a perverted murderer was following behind. This is a really interesting scenario.
Even Han Fei finds it impossible to watch this level of acting talent, let alone the picky director Jiang.
Just the first scene in the hallway was shot over and over a dozen times, Zhan Lele went up and down the stairs, he was also tired enough to finally sit on the stairs and did not move.
"Director, I have my own style, and I want to shape this image exactly how I want it."
Is it a young rascal's image you're trying to create? "You have some acting talents, but because you want to play a villainous role, blend into your character, you are the murderer who killed seven people in a row, and you have a hell hidden in your heart," director Jiang said, sounding a little unsatisfied.
"But this is merely a scene of climbing the stairs; the hell in my heart has literally been suppressed, and I'm waiting for the final climax!" Zhan Lele is straightforward as well.
"Are you going to blow one up for me to see?"
Once director Jiang completed, the scene was once again started. Everyone turned to look at Zhan Lele, the young actor who had gradually built up his strength until abruptly waving his prop knife wildly and screaming hysterically.
" Cut! Stop! Stop!"
Director Jiang covered his face: "Feel free to ask the people on the scene, did your role as a psychopathic murderer scare them? Did it give them a sense of oppression?"
With that, director Jiang grabbed the scene manager and asked in front of Zhan Lele: "Were you afraid of his performance just now?"
"No, I wasn't."
"And you?"
"I find it a little bit funny."
The first two had hearts like water, no ripples, and the last one was amused.
"A single glance is acting, the actor who auditioned yesterday to play the victim could scare the scene manager, you played the homicidal maniac like a drunken bastard, did you read the script or not?"
Despite not appearing to have read the script, Zhan Lele maintained his stern demeanour, saying, "I truly don't believe that someone playing the victim can scare the crew."
The two argued and somehow they brought their argument to Han Fei, and director Jiang directly asked Han Fei to come over: "Have you read our script?"
" I read it."
"You're going to play the murderer."
"Me?" In reality, Han Fei has been deducing the killer's mindset; however, he isn't doing this to improve his acting abilities, but rather because he is genuinely interested in cracking the case: "I'm a comedian, therefore it's not very good."
"Don't be modest, come on, give him a sample." Director Jiang appeared to have a lot of faith in Han Fei. Even if Han Fei himself was reluctant to play the villain, there was nothing he could do at this point.
Lowering his head, the face of his sixth-floor neighbor from the very beginning came to his mind, holding a sharp knife, poking his head out of the stairs, standing in the shadows, and watching the alive creature come toward him.
His face carried a thirst for blood and flesh, harboring a desire for the destruction that could not be concealed, and he was obviously trying desperately to suppress the impulse within him that he could not wait to plunge the sharp knife in his hand into the other's body.
The repressed gasp, creepy eyes, the people who have been trailing finally entered the dark hallway, and now there is no one to stop them.
Slowly raising his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck, his dry and cracked lips gradually revealed a smile.