Zhan Lele has always felt that Han Fei is very powerful, he can easily perform the feeling of positive characters struggling for survival amidst despair and death, and he can interpret the unyielding and hopeful heart of positive characters to the extreme.
But compared to the positive roles, Zhan Lele found Han Fei's villains more charming, a kind of mystery that makes people afraid and scared, a kind of morbid grace.
Zhan Lele himself also tried to play the villain, but the gap between him and Han Fei was just too big.
He could not find out what the reason was, but at that moment just now he suddenly understood something.
People are different from each other, and Han Fei's acting skills come from his own unique temperament.
Zhan Lele didn't know how to describe it, he even felt that Han Fei was not acting, but only when he was acting would he let out his true self.
"I'm not joking, go inform Director Jiang and tell everyone to be safe."
The butterfly had not yet fallen into the net, and that madman might also be angry with the crew, so Han Fei's reminder still made sense.
After eating, Han Fei went back to the shooting set, and the speed at which he shot the scene could be described as frightening.
The staff there had never seen such an actor, who could memorize his lines after only two readings, who could do all the director's instructions perfectly, who could easily manage even a few minutes of a long monologue, and whose every small action was a game.
Soon most of the indoor scenes have been shot, but some of the outdoor scenes are troublesome to do blackout processing, and the crew has limited funds, so they can only wait until night to shoot.
Han Fei started shooting directly after dark and finished shooting at 10 pm, much earlier than expected.
After a simple greeting from the staff, Han Fei took off his makeup and ran straight to his home.
On the way, Han Fei didn't stop much, but when he was almost home, Han Fei found himself being followed again.
"It seems to be the same reporter, he is quite 'dedicated'." Han Fei took advantage of the blind spot in the garden corner and hid.
Not long after, the entertainment reporter named Jin Jun appeared at the intersection, and after he found that he had lost Han Fei, he bristled, "Is he an actor or a special police officer? Is he so good at anti-surveillance?"
Muttering under his breath, Jin Jun muttered a few words and then prepared to leave, Han Fei was thinking of coming out from his hiding place and giving a good warning to the other party.
But what Han Fei didn't expect was that shortly after Kim Jun left, a man wearing a gray coat, a mask, and a hat sneakily appeared.
"This man in a hat is following Jin Jun?" The last man to appear covered most of his face, with only his eyes showing.
Han Fei was watching everything in the dark, and he remembered the eyes of the man in gray: "The eyes were full of blood, he seemed to be under great psychological pressure, like a desperate beast."
Comparing the memories in his mind, Han Fei was surprised to find that the man in gray had a face that looked a bit like the murderer who killed Ying Yue!
That family stuffed Ying Yue into a stuffed animal, the mother and sister were arrested, and the father is still on the run.
"Could he have read the reports about me and thought I was the one who anonymously provided the tip, so he wanted to come and get back at me? But why is he following Jin Jun? He wants to let Jin Jun show the way?"
The man in gray followed Jin Jun away, and Han Fei didn't call the police but quietly followed behind the man in gray.
The original order of stalking was now exactly reversed.
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"Another day wasted, but there must be something big on that actor! The one who knows the murderer best should be the murderer himself, maybe that actor has been involved in something, I've shot many stars, and that man brings a completely different feeling from the others, he is dangerous." After packing up the filming tools, Jin Jun returned to the place where he lives, which is considered a more upscale residential area in the old city.
Getting on the elevator, Jin Jun took out his cell phone and began to look through the entertainment news: "Sooner or later I want to explode another big news, three years without having an opening, having an opening to eat three years ..."
The slowly closing elevator door was suddenly stopped by an arm, and a man in a gray coat also entered the elevator.
Jin Jun swept a glance at the other party and did not care.
Both sides came to the sixth floor together, and after Jin Jun stepped out of the elevator, it took a few seconds for the man in gray to leave the elevator.
The eyes under the brim of the hat revealed a touch of malice, and the man in gray stopped behind Jin Jun silently.
At this moment, Jin Jun, who was carrying the shooting props, had just opened the door with one hand, and as he was about to walk inside, the cold blade pressed against his neck.
"I want to ask you to do me a favor."
A hoarse voice rang in his ears, and Jin Jun's body froze for a moment: " Let's talk about it! I'll give you as much money as you want!"
"Keep your voice down." The man in gray was so nervous that the knife he was pressing on Jin Jun's neck cut directly through his skin, "I'm already wanted, sooner or later I'll die, if you don't want to die with me, then be honest."
"I, I will definitely cooperate fully, just take whatever you want."
"Go into the house first."
The man in gray and Jin Jun entered the room together, and when the door closed, the man in gray breathed a sigh of relief, his forehead was already drenched with sweat: "You wrote that morning's newsletter about the case of the stuffed animal hiding the corpse, right? You said you were interviewing that actor exclusively, and the other party leaked to you that the other murders were also related to him."
Hearing the words of the man in gray, Jin Jun's heart turned blue: "I'm just speculating, just a personal guess, big brother! I'm just an ordinary entertainment reporter, don't get me wrong!"
"Ordinary?" The man in gray looked at the luxurious decoration of Jin Jun's house, all kinds of modern and smart furniture, and the latest healthcare game bin, his gaze became more vicious: "What I hate most is you ordinary people."
The knife pressed down a few more points, and blood flowed directly out.
Hearing Jin Jun's painful cries, the man in gray wore a satisfied expression on his face: "Someone anonymously gave the police a clue, and the person who anonymously gave the clue was Han Fei, right?"
"I really don't know!"
"I don't care about one more life in my hands, I just want to make that person pay before I get caught!" The man in gray kept pressing the knife down, and more and more blood was flowing: "Tell me everything you know, and I will let you live."
The blood made the man in gray become excited, and he gained pleasure from torturing Jin Jun.
Jin Jun, a very shrewd man, knew that the murderer around him would definitely be silenced in the end, so he could only drag on hard and hope for a miracle.
"My story is a fake, the real person who provided the clue is not Han Fei, I can take you to the one who really provided the clue!" With the knife at his neck, Jin Jun was completely passive, but as long as he could leave, he could find a chance to ask for help.
"Take me there? Do you really think I'm stupid? Looks like you won't be honest until I teach you a lesson!" The man in gray said and was ready to stab the knife into Jin Jun's body, but at that moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the house.
" Express delivery, please sign for it!"
The sudden knock on the door made the man in gray instantly tense up.
"If you dare to speak, I will immediately stab you to death." The man in gray clothes clenched his teeth, he hoped that the courier delivery outside the door would hurry up and leave, but that courier boy was very straightforward and kept knocking on the door.
The man in grey still wanted to find out from Jin Jun who had given the police information, he didn't want to kill Jin Jun for the time being, but the delivery boy outside the door kept knocking, if he continued like this, he would definitely attract the attention of more neighbors.
" I'm sorry, there are so many people who are rushing to find death!" After he cursed in a low voice, then opened his mouth and said, "You can leave the courier at the door, I'll go pick it up myself later."
Jin Jun wanted to make a sound and grab this last straw, but the knife was on his neck, and if he moved a little, the man in gray would probably just kill him.
With red eyes, Jin Jun almost cried out, he prayed frantically inside, hoping that the courier boy would not leave.
"Pay on delivery! Big brother! The time spent in your place is enough for me to make another order!" Courier boy is also very dissatisfied: " It's a total of fifty dollars, you open the door and give me the money, and I'll go right away!"
The man in gray heard the courier boy say that as long as you give fifty dollars, he immediately will left, he hesitated for a moment to find a hundred in his pocket.
Clutching the money in his hand, the man in gray gave Jin Jun another vicious glare: "I don't want to kill you, and you don't seek death yourself."
Seeing Jin Jun behaving very honestly, the man in gray reached out and opened the door a crack, but before he could send the money out, the security door was pulled open by a huge force!
There was no courier boy outside the door, only a handsome-looking young man with a cold gaze.
There was a sudden turn of events when Jin Jun and the man in gray did not react, the young man had rushed into the house.
It was as if he had experienced many such scenes, the sight of blood and thugs did not affect him in the slightest, a heavy fist directly broke the nose of the man in gray!
The sound of broken bones rang out in the house, the man in gray was full of blood, his brain buzzed, his eyes went black, and his body fell backward.
"Is this the effect of adding points and making the stamina ten?"
The young man picked up the knife on the ground, glanced at the stunned Jin Jun, and extended his hand, "Didn't I tell you before not to follow me anymore?"