Chapter 17: Shall I Teach You How to Play the Villain?
Every time Han Fei exited the game, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that he was still alive.
He didn't rest for too long, turning on the bedside lamp and turning his head to look at the wall covered with photos of murder cases.
"Why did the seven victims of the human jigsaw puzzle appear in such a way? Were they all trapped in that room?"
In general, any house where a non-natural death occurred could be called a haunted house. It seemed that the house where Han Fei lived had a total of seven deceased individuals, making it the epitome of a haunted house.
"Now that Wei Youfu and Ah Mei have regained some of their clarity, my next task is to help the other deceased regain their sanity."
Han Fei knew that the greatest desire of those deceased individuals was to catch the murderer. However, the problem was that he was just a mediocre comedian, capable of much talk but little action. Even if he really encountered the murderer, it was uncertain who would catch whom.
"Take it slow, it's better to be safe. After all, life is precious." Han Fei took out his phone and began to record. "The old building I live in the game is very dangerous. Based on the known information, each floor has four rooms. I live on the fourth floor and judging from the reaction of the neighbour on the sixth floor, the residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house. They won't dare to come in casually."
"Looking at it from this perspective, the most dangerous place is actually the safest. As long as I don't act recklessly, the haunted house can protect me from being eliminated by the other neighbours."
"Another point to note is the child on the third floor. There are no talismans on the door of the haunted house, so the room on the third floor is a big trouble. The child trapped inside might be just as dangerous as the creature formed by the seven deceased individuals."
Thinking of this, Han Fei felt a headache. "Who tore off the talismans on the door of the third floor? I exited the game on the third floor this time. Based on previous experience, I will appear on the third floor the next time I log in. If that child is guarding the body, I'm probably done for."
The situation was too critical at that time, and Han Fei had already reacted quickly. If he had been a step slower, the child would have climbed onto him.
"The problem is the child moves so fast that I can't even run away." Han Fei's current concern was being dragged into the room on the third floor by that child. "If I have a chance in the future, I'll see if I can lure him into the haunted house on the fourth floor."
At four o'clock in the morning, Han Fei opened his computer and held his phone, comparing the photos of the murder cases on the wall, carefully delineating the clues and relationships between the people.
...
Sunlight shone on his face, and Han Fei didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He woke up groggily and glanced at the clock on the wall, immediately jumping out of bed.
"I slept until nine o'clock. Jiang Dao must be anxious."
After a simple wash-up, Han Fei hurriedly left home and headed to the Old Town North Street.
He hurried along, but he was still a bit late. The crew had already started working.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Han Fei quickly apologized, but the crew members didn't seem to mind. "The first scene is the villain and the first victim. The male actor playing the villain hasn't arrived yet, so no rush."
The production assistant who had been startled by Han Fei's acting last time walked over, handing him a cup of coffee casually. "Take your time, the big villain is always late."
Han Fei sensed that there was something behind the assistant's words. "May I ask who is playing the villain in our drama?"
He played the second victim, while the other person played the serial killer. They were opponents in the scenes, and understanding the other person's situation would facilitate his own performance.
"You've probably heard of him. His name is Zhan Lele. He has participated in many varieties shows before, but he doesn't have any outstanding works yet. He can barely be considered a D-list actor. This time, their company wants to use our drama to prove Zhan Lele's acting skills." The production assistant chatted with Han Fei.
"Hasn't he acted before?" Han Fei put down the coffee in his hand. "The role of the villain is crucial in a drama."
"In my opinion, Zhan Lele himself is quite a hot topic. This is his first time challenging a villain role, which is also a good publicity point. Besides, he graduated from the Film and Television Academy, so he has a certain foundation." The production assistant said, and just then, chaos erupted outside the apartment, followed by footsteps.
"I had to rush to film a variety show all night, and my body couldn't take it." A young man in his early twenties entered the set with his male manager. The strong scent of cologne and the underlying smell of alcohol could be detected from him.
"Go to makeup." Jiang Dao didn't even look up, as if he couldn't be bothered to say anything more.
After all the crew members were in position, Zhan Lele, who had finished his makeup, finally arrived.
"You have very few lines. The first scene takes place in the hallway. You, as the killer, secretly stalk Ah Mei, then follow her into the hallway. I need you to create a sense of being constantly watched."
"Understood, I get it." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.
The actress playing Ah Mei was young and inexperienced, and Zhan Lele's stalking didn't give off any oppressive feeling. It seemed as if he was not a deranged serial killer, but a drunk infatuated man.
Han Fei couldn't bear watching such acting, let alone the demanding Jiang Dao.
Just in the first scene in the hallway, they had filmed it repeatedly more than ten times. Zhan Lele going up and down the stairs, he was exhausted, and in the end, he sat motionless on the stairs.
"Director, I have my own style, and I want to portray this character in my own way."
"That's the kind of small-time gangster you're portraying?" Jiang Dao was a bit dissatisfied. "You do have some acting skills, but since you want to challenge the role of a villain, then immerse yourself in the character. You're a serial killer who has killed seven people. Hell resides within your heart!"
"But this is just a scene of going upstairs. The hell in my heart has always been suppressed. I'm waiting for the final breaking point!" Zhan Lele was also straightforward.
"Now, can you show me an explosion?"
After Jiang Dao finished speaking, everyone's attention turned to Zhan Lele. The young actor had been gathering his strength for a long time, and then suddenly began wildly waving the prop knife, screaming hysterically.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Jiang Dao covered his face. "Just ask the people on set, were you scared by his performance? Did he bring a sense of oppression?"
As Jiang Dao grabbed the production assistant, he asked in front of Zhan Lele, "Were you scared by his performance just now?"
"Not scared."
"What about you?"
"I found it a bit funny."
After asking a few people at random, the first two remained calm and unaffected, while the last person burst into laughter.
"Every glance and every movement are acting. The actors who played the victims in the auditions scared the production assistant, and you played the serial killer like a drunken thug. Have you even read the script?"
Zhan Lele seemed to have genuinely not read the script, but he still argued, "I really don't believe that someone playing a victim can scare the crew."
As the argument escalated, it somehow shifted to involve Han Fei. Jiang Dao directly called Han Fei over. "Have you read our script?"
"I have."
"Then give it a try and play the role of the serial killer."
"Me?" Han Fei had been pondering the mindset of the killer himself, not honing his acting skills, but genuinely wanting to solve the case. "I'm a comedian, so it's not really appropriate. I specialize in comedy."
"Don't be modest. Come on, give it a try." Jiang Dao seemed to have great confidence in Han Fei.
Han Fei didn't want to take the lead, but now he had no choice.
Lowering his head, he saw in his mind the face of the neighbour on the sixth floor, holding a sharp knife, peering out from the stairs, standing in the darkness, watching as someone approached him.
His face bore a thirst for blood and flesh, harbouring an undeniable desire to destroy. He was clearly exerting great effort to suppress his inner impulse, eagerly wanting to plunge the knife in his hand into the other person's body.
With a suppressed gasp and a chilling gaze, the person who had been following finally entered the dark hallway. Now, no one would stop him.
Slowly lifting his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck. His cracked lips gradually revealed a smile.
He didn't rest for too long, turning on the bedside lamp and turning his head to look at the wall covered with photos of murder cases.
"Why did the seven victims of the human jigsaw puzzle appear in such a way? Were they all trapped in that room?"
In general, any house where a non-natural death occurred could be called a haunted house. It seemed that the house where Han Fei lived had a total of seven deceased individuals, making it the epitome of a haunted house.
"Now that Wei Youfu and Ah Mei have regained some of their clarity, my next task is to help the other deceased regain their sanity."
Han Fei knew that the greatest desire of those deceased individuals was to catch the murderer. However, the problem was that he was just a mediocre comedian, capable of much talk but little action. Even if he really encountered the murderer, it was uncertain who would catch whom.
"Take it slow, it's better to be safe. After all, life is precious." Han Fei took out his phone and began to record. "The old building I live in the game is very dangerous. Based on the known information, each floor has four rooms. I live on the fourth floor and judging from the reaction of the neighbour on the sixth floor, the residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house. They won't dare to come in casually."
"Looking at it from this perspective, the most dangerous place is actually the safest. As long as I don't act recklessly, the haunted house can protect me from being eliminated by the other neighbours."
"Another point to note is the child on the third floor. There are no talismans on the door of the haunted house, so the room on the third floor is a big trouble. The child trapped inside might be just as dangerous as the creature formed by the seven deceased individuals."
Thinking of this, Han Fei felt a headache. "Who tore off the talismans on the door of the third floor? I exited the game on the third floor this time. Based on previous experience, I will appear on the third floor the next time I log in. If that child is guarding the body, I'm probably done for."
The situation was too critical at that time, and Han Fei had already reacted quickly. If he had been a step slower, the child would have climbed onto him.
"The problem is the child moves so fast that I can't even run away." Han Fei's current concern was being dragged into the room on the third floor by that child. "If I have a chance in the future, I'll see if I can lure him into the haunted house on the fourth floor."
At four o'clock in the morning, Han Fei opened his computer and held his phone, comparing the photos of the murder cases on the wall, carefully delineating the clues and relationships between the people.
...
Sunlight shone on his face, and Han Fei didn't know when he had fallen asleep. He woke up groggily and glanced at the clock on the wall, immediately jumping out of bed.
"I slept until nine o'clock. Jiang Dao must be anxious."
After a simple wash-up, Han Fei hurriedly left home and headed to the Old Town North Street.
He hurried along, but he was still a bit late. The crew had already started working.
"Sorry, I'm late."
Han Fei quickly apologized, but the crew members didn't seem to mind. "The first scene is the villain and the first victim. The male actor playing the villain hasn't arrived yet, so no rush."
The production assistant who had been startled by Han Fei's acting last time walked over, handing him a cup of coffee casually. "Take your time, the big villain is always late."
Han Fei sensed that there was something behind the assistant's words. "May I ask who is playing the villain in our drama?"
He played the second victim, while the other person played the serial killer. They were opponents in the scenes, and understanding the other person's situation would facilitate his own performance.
"You've probably heard of him. His name is Zhan Lele. He has participated in many varieties shows before, but he doesn't have any outstanding works yet. He can barely be considered a D-list actor. This time, their company wants to use our drama to prove Zhan Lele's acting skills." The production assistant chatted with Han Fei.
"Hasn't he acted before?" Han Fei put down the coffee in his hand. "The role of the villain is crucial in a drama."
"In my opinion, Zhan Lele himself is quite a hot topic. This is his first time challenging a villain role, which is also a good publicity point. Besides, he graduated from the Film and Television Academy, so he has a certain foundation." The production assistant said, and just then, chaos erupted outside the apartment, followed by footsteps.
"I had to rush to film a variety show all night, and my body couldn't take it." A young man in his early twenties entered the set with his male manager. The strong scent of cologne and the underlying smell of alcohol could be detected from him.
"Go to makeup." Jiang Dao didn't even look up, as if he couldn't be bothered to say anything more.
After all the crew members were in position, Zhan Lele, who had finished his makeup, finally arrived.
"You have very few lines. The first scene takes place in the hallway. You, as the killer, secretly stalk Ah Mei, then follow her into the hallway. I need you to create a sense of being constantly watched."
"Understood, I get it." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.
The actress playing Ah Mei was young and inexperienced, and Zhan Lele's stalking didn't give off any oppressive feeling. It seemed as if he was not a deranged serial killer, but a drunk infatuated man.
Han Fei couldn't bear watching such acting, let alone the demanding Jiang Dao.
Just in the first scene in the hallway, they had filmed it repeatedly more than ten times. Zhan Lele going up and down the stairs, he was exhausted, and in the end, he sat motionless on the stairs.
"Director, I have my own style, and I want to portray this character in my own way."
"That's the kind of small-time gangster you're portraying?" Jiang Dao was a bit dissatisfied. "You do have some acting skills, but since you want to challenge the role of a villain, then immerse yourself in the character. You're a serial killer who has killed seven people. Hell resides within your heart!"
"But this is just a scene of going upstairs. The hell in my heart has always been suppressed. I'm waiting for the final breaking point!" Zhan Lele was also straightforward.
"Now, can you show me an explosion?"
After Jiang Dao finished speaking, everyone's attention turned to Zhan Lele. The young actor had been gathering his strength for a long time, and then suddenly began wildly waving the prop knife, screaming hysterically.
"Stop! Stop! Stop!"
Jiang Dao covered his face. "Just ask the people on set, were you scared by his performance? Did he bring a sense of oppression?"
As Jiang Dao grabbed the production assistant, he asked in front of Zhan Lele, "Were you scared by his performance just now?"
"Not scared."
"What about you?"
"I found it a bit funny."
After asking a few people at random, the first two remained calm and unaffected, while the last person burst into laughter.
"Every glance and every movement are acting. The actors who played the victims in the auditions scared the production assistant, and you played the serial killer like a drunken thug. Have you even read the script?"
Zhan Lele seemed to have genuinely not read the script, but he still argued, "I really don't believe that someone playing a victim can scare the crew."
As the argument escalated, it somehow shifted to involve Han Fei. Jiang Dao directly called Han Fei over. "Have you read our script?"
"I have."
"Then give it a try and play the role of the serial killer."
"Me?" Han Fei had been pondering the mindset of the killer himself, not honing his acting skills, but genuinely wanting to solve the case. "I'm a comedian, so it's not really appropriate. I specialize in comedy."
"Don't be modest. Come on, give it a try." Jiang Dao seemed to have great confidence in Han Fei.
Han Fei didn't want to take the lead, but now he had no choice.
Lowering his head, he saw in his mind the face of the neighbour on the sixth floor, holding a sharp knife, peering out from the stairs, standing in the darkness, watching as someone approached him.
His face bore a thirst for blood and flesh, harbouring an undeniable desire to destroy. He was clearly exerting great effort to suppress his inner impulse, eagerly wanting to plunge the knife in his hand into the other person's body.
With a suppressed gasp and a chilling gaze, the person who had been following finally entered the dark hallway. Now, no one would stop him.
Slowly lifting his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck. His cracked lips gradually revealed a smile.
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