"I'm sure the audience is eager to know the answer, so let's get started."
"Director Zhao Dewhua, why did you choose to live in seclusion in He'an Village? What exactly happened during the filming of 'Fortunate' fourteen years ago?" A black microphone appeared in front of the camera lens.
The Zhao Dewhua on the screen still stared at the camera, not saying a word.
"May I ask..." The woman's voice appeared again, when suddenly, a face that had started to rot flashed across the eyes of Zhao Dewhua in the camera lens.
"Uh... uh... uh..." Zhao Dewhua opened his mouth and emitted a low, monotonous sound, like a stroke patient struggling to speak.
"It seems that even after fourteen years, Teacher Zhao Dewhua still does not wish to talk about this matter. However, Teacher Zhao Dewhua, can you share any interesting events that happened during the filming of 'Fortunate'?" the woman's voice changed to another question.
The next second, Zhao Dewhua lunged at the camera like a madman.
