Chapter 18: The Flower of Evil
To survive in The Perfect Life, Han Fei repeatedly studied the refrigerator murder case and the human jigsaw puzzle. He tried to analyse it from the perspective of the killer and often stared at the photos on the wall late at night.
Each time he thought about the disappearance of those vibrant lives, Han Fei couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
Why would someone commit such cruel and horrifying acts?
With a focused mind, Han Fei pieced together the image of the killer in his mind, using the photos related to the cases.
Twisted minds, distorted emotions, driven by hatred, they resorted to extreme actions to achieve their goals.
Different from the common perception of criminals being hysterical, the killers had a meticulous logic. Each crime was carefully planned, not the result of a momentary mental breakdown.
Their expressions should be maniacal, their actions rational. Their minds must have lacked many things, and love and compassion were absent in them. Selfishness, coldness, and hatred were ingrained in their bones.
The puzzle formed by the bodies gradually became clear, and a vague figure emerged.
Introverted, selfish, and cold, with delicate emotions but unable to communicate with the outside world, the person had intelligence but also an abnormality within. They had been living with a mask until the moment when something entered the deserted corridor.
At that moment, they let go of all pretences and revealed a smile.
This smile was like a rose blooming over a graveyard, with roots deeply intertwined with the bones. How magnificent and beautiful it bloomed, how cruel and filthy it was in the depths of the heart.
Seeing Han Fei lift his head and reveal a smile, both Zhan Lele and Jiang Dao took a step back, holding onto each other's arms.
No one shouted to stop, no one spoke. As Han Fei moved forward, Zhan Lele and Jiang Dao retreated again until they bumped into the railing of the stairs.
Zhan Lele, who was feeling weak in the legs, wanted to hide behind Jiang Dao. It was at this moment that Jiang Dao realized, inhaling sharply, and nodded sincerely, "Excellent! Excellent! Han Fei, how about you play the villain in our drama? You are just perfect for it, naturally born. From your eyes to your expressions, there's no trace of madness, but anyone who sees you will probably be afraid."
Zhan Lele's face turned pale. Compared to Han Fei's acting, his performance was completely overshadowed. It was embarrassing to think about it.
Although Zhan Lele now wished he could find a hole to hide in, he had to step forward for the sake of his role. His company had taken care of everything, and if he lost the role because of his own reasons, it would be difficult for him to explain when he went back.
Opening his mouth, Zhan Lele, who was usually articulate, suddenly found himself unable to say anything. His acting was completely crushed, and the gap was so obvious that anyone with eyes could see it.
"Director, you're joking. My personality is not suitable for playing a villain." There were already quite a few villain roles, and since the scenes required nighttime shooting in the neighbourhood, Han Fei's focus was still on the game. Self-preservation was his top priority.
After saying this to the director, Han Fei looked at Zhan Lele with a gentle expression, "You seem to be more skilled in variety shows, so that style is difficult to change all at once. I'm quite familiar with the human jigsaw puzzle case from ten years ago. Later, I can tell you some related information that might help you better shape the villain character."
Han Fei's words showed a high level of emotional intelligence. Although everyone could see that Zhan Lele's acting was terrible, Han Fei didn't mock him. He tactfully expressed that he had no intention of competing for the role and kindly offered to help Zhan Lele improve.
At this moment, Zhan Lele saw Han Fei as if he possessed a halo of light. "Have I encountered an angel? A refreshing presence in the entertainment industry!"
With no greed for the role and not self-centred, even though his acting skills were terrifying, he was still willing to help others. Such a colleague was likable by everyone.
Seeing Han Fei at this moment, the staff on set were all very puzzled. How could such a great person be dismissed by his previous company?
Han Fei didn't waste any time. Based on his experience, he clearly pointed out several areas that Zhan Lele needed to improve.
There was no need for the performance of a villain to be so neurotic. Excessive effort could easily have the opposite effect. Han Fei's suggestions were well-received by Jiang Dao.
After exchanging ideas for a while, although Zhan Lele's performance still fell far short of Han Fei's, it was no longer as awkward as before.
Quietly standing by, Han Fei was just a small supporting role for now. He knew that it would be more effective if he played the role of the villain, but it wasn't the time yet to step into the centre stage.
Looking across the street to the shooting location of the drama Secret Love in the City, Han Fei saw that the second male lead, the person who had previously competed with him for a role in his former company, was filming.
If it were the previous Han Fei, even if he knew all this, he would be powerless to change it. But after obtaining the healing game, Han Fei changed his previous perspective. He had been wavering between life and death, and it made his heart gradually grow stronger.
"There is nothing impossible in this world."
Turning his head to look at Zhan Lele, who was performing with great effort, Han Fei's expression remained calm. He could see the limitations in Zhan Lele's acting. Zhan Lele's acting skills were far inferior compared to his own.
Some people were naturally talented in acting, while others honed their skills through extensive practice. Han Fei's acting was a gift bestowed upon him by life and death.
One continuous shot, no NGs. If the performance wasn't good, it meant failure on the spot.
Zhan Lele's first scene took until the afternoon to pass. The second scene relied on Han Fei's acting as a backup, and with Jiang Dao intentionally focusing the camera on Han Fei, Zhan Lele didn't have many shots. They only had to shoot two takes to pass.
As the sky grew dark, Han Fei, who had finished filming all of Wei Youfu's scenes, prepared to leave.
At this moment, a decent car parked by the roadside, and a tired Zhan Lele, together with his manager, got out.
"Jiang Dao is known for his eccentric temper in the industry. Thank you for helping Lele today," the manager held a gift box and wanted to hand it to Han Fei. "May I know how to address you, Teacher?"
"You can call me Han Fei."
"Han Teacher, we hope you can continue to help Lele in the future. Our company values Lele a lot, and after his guidance today, his progress has been rapid." The manager genuinely saw the improvement in Zhan Lele's acting, which was why he came over.
"I didn't really give any guidance. We just helped each other," Han Fei declined the gift box, waving his hand. At this moment, he was still pondering who the killer in the refrigerator murder case could be.
"Han Teacher, we really appreciate your help today. I got drunk last night, and I promise such a thing won't happen again in the future." Zhan Lele was slightly younger than Han Fei and had a carefree personality. He was more suited for variety shows than acting. Perhaps being a comedian wouldn't be a bad idea, but Han Fei would never say that out loud.
As Zhan Lele's manager and Han Fei had their conversation, Han Fei's thoughts were still focused on deducing the identity of the killer in the refrigerator murder case.
"In this world, nothing is impossible."
Turning his head to look at Zhan Lele, who was giving it his all in his performance, Han Fei maintained his calm expression. He could see the limitations of Zhan Lele's acting. Zhan Lele's skills were far behind his own.
Some people had a natural talent for acting, while others honed their skills through extensive practice. Han Fei's acting ability was a gift bestowed upon him by life and death.
With a continuous shot, no NGs allowed. If the performance was not good, it meant failure on the spot.
Zhan Lele's first scene took until the afternoon to pass. The second scene relied on Han Fei's acting as a backup, and with Jiang Dao intentionally focusing the camera on Han Fei, Zhan Lele didn't have many shots. They only needed two takes to pass.
As the sky grew dark, Han Fei, who had finished filming all of Wei Youfu's scenes, prepared to leave.
At this moment, a decent car parked by the roadside, and a tired Zhan Lele, together with his manager, got out.
"Jiang Dao is known for his eccentric temper in the industry. Thank you for helping Lele today," the manager held a gift box and wanted to hand it to Han Fei. "May I know how to address you, Teacher?"
"You can call me Han Fei."
"Han Teacher, we hope you can continue to help Lele in the future. Our company values Lele a lot, and after his guidance today, his progress has been rapid." The manager genuinely saw the improvement in Zhan Lele's acting, which was why he came over.
Each time he thought about the disappearance of those vibrant lives, Han Fei couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart.
Why would someone commit such cruel and horrifying acts?
With a focused mind, Han Fei pieced together the image of the killer in his mind, using the photos related to the cases.
Twisted minds, distorted emotions, driven by hatred, they resorted to extreme actions to achieve their goals.
Different from the common perception of criminals being hysterical, the killers had a meticulous logic. Each crime was carefully planned, not the result of a momentary mental breakdown.
Their expressions should be maniacal, their actions rational. Their minds must have lacked many things, and love and compassion were absent in them. Selfishness, coldness, and hatred were ingrained in their bones.
The puzzle formed by the bodies gradually became clear, and a vague figure emerged.
Introverted, selfish, and cold, with delicate emotions but unable to communicate with the outside world, the person had intelligence but also an abnormality within. They had been living with a mask until the moment when something entered the deserted corridor.
At that moment, they let go of all pretences and revealed a smile.
This smile was like a rose blooming over a graveyard, with roots deeply intertwined with the bones. How magnificent and beautiful it bloomed, how cruel and filthy it was in the depths of the heart.
Seeing Han Fei lift his head and reveal a smile, both Zhan Lele and Jiang Dao took a step back, holding onto each other's arms.
No one shouted to stop, no one spoke. As Han Fei moved forward, Zhan Lele and Jiang Dao retreated again until they bumped into the railing of the stairs.
Zhan Lele, who was feeling weak in the legs, wanted to hide behind Jiang Dao. It was at this moment that Jiang Dao realized, inhaling sharply, and nodded sincerely, "Excellent! Excellent! Han Fei, how about you play the villain in our drama? You are just perfect for it, naturally born. From your eyes to your expressions, there's no trace of madness, but anyone who sees you will probably be afraid."
Zhan Lele's face turned pale. Compared to Han Fei's acting, his performance was completely overshadowed. It was embarrassing to think about it.
Although Zhan Lele now wished he could find a hole to hide in, he had to step forward for the sake of his role. His company had taken care of everything, and if he lost the role because of his own reasons, it would be difficult for him to explain when he went back.
Opening his mouth, Zhan Lele, who was usually articulate, suddenly found himself unable to say anything. His acting was completely crushed, and the gap was so obvious that anyone with eyes could see it.
"Director, you're joking. My personality is not suitable for playing a villain." There were already quite a few villain roles, and since the scenes required nighttime shooting in the neighbourhood, Han Fei's focus was still on the game. Self-preservation was his top priority.
After saying this to the director, Han Fei looked at Zhan Lele with a gentle expression, "You seem to be more skilled in variety shows, so that style is difficult to change all at once. I'm quite familiar with the human jigsaw puzzle case from ten years ago. Later, I can tell you some related information that might help you better shape the villain character."
Han Fei's words showed a high level of emotional intelligence. Although everyone could see that Zhan Lele's acting was terrible, Han Fei didn't mock him. He tactfully expressed that he had no intention of competing for the role and kindly offered to help Zhan Lele improve.
At this moment, Zhan Lele saw Han Fei as if he possessed a halo of light. "Have I encountered an angel? A refreshing presence in the entertainment industry!"
With no greed for the role and not self-centred, even though his acting skills were terrifying, he was still willing to help others. Such a colleague was likable by everyone.
Seeing Han Fei at this moment, the staff on set were all very puzzled. How could such a great person be dismissed by his previous company?
Han Fei didn't waste any time. Based on his experience, he clearly pointed out several areas that Zhan Lele needed to improve.
There was no need for the performance of a villain to be so neurotic. Excessive effort could easily have the opposite effect. Han Fei's suggestions were well-received by Jiang Dao.
After exchanging ideas for a while, although Zhan Lele's performance still fell far short of Han Fei's, it was no longer as awkward as before.
Quietly standing by, Han Fei was just a small supporting role for now. He knew that it would be more effective if he played the role of the villain, but it wasn't the time yet to step into the centre stage.
Looking across the street to the shooting location of the drama Secret Love in the City, Han Fei saw that the second male lead, the person who had previously competed with him for a role in his former company, was filming.
If it were the previous Han Fei, even if he knew all this, he would be powerless to change it. But after obtaining the healing game, Han Fei changed his previous perspective. He had been wavering between life and death, and it made his heart gradually grow stronger.
"There is nothing impossible in this world."
Turning his head to look at Zhan Lele, who was performing with great effort, Han Fei's expression remained calm. He could see the limitations in Zhan Lele's acting. Zhan Lele's acting skills were far inferior compared to his own.
Some people were naturally talented in acting, while others honed their skills through extensive practice. Han Fei's acting was a gift bestowed upon him by life and death.
One continuous shot, no NGs. If the performance wasn't good, it meant failure on the spot.
Zhan Lele's first scene took until the afternoon to pass. The second scene relied on Han Fei's acting as a backup, and with Jiang Dao intentionally focusing the camera on Han Fei, Zhan Lele didn't have many shots. They only had to shoot two takes to pass.
As the sky grew dark, Han Fei, who had finished filming all of Wei Youfu's scenes, prepared to leave.
At this moment, a decent car parked by the roadside, and a tired Zhan Lele, together with his manager, got out.
"Jiang Dao is known for his eccentric temper in the industry. Thank you for helping Lele today," the manager held a gift box and wanted to hand it to Han Fei. "May I know how to address you, Teacher?"
"You can call me Han Fei."
"Han Teacher, we hope you can continue to help Lele in the future. Our company values Lele a lot, and after his guidance today, his progress has been rapid." The manager genuinely saw the improvement in Zhan Lele's acting, which was why he came over.
"I didn't really give any guidance. We just helped each other," Han Fei declined the gift box, waving his hand. At this moment, he was still pondering who the killer in the refrigerator murder case could be.
"Han Teacher, we really appreciate your help today. I got drunk last night, and I promise such a thing won't happen again in the future." Zhan Lele was slightly younger than Han Fei and had a carefree personality. He was more suited for variety shows than acting. Perhaps being a comedian wouldn't be a bad idea, but Han Fei would never say that out loud.
As Zhan Lele's manager and Han Fei had their conversation, Han Fei's thoughts were still focused on deducing the identity of the killer in the refrigerator murder case.
"In this world, nothing is impossible."
Turning his head to look at Zhan Lele, who was giving it his all in his performance, Han Fei maintained his calm expression. He could see the limitations of Zhan Lele's acting. Zhan Lele's skills were far behind his own.
Some people had a natural talent for acting, while others honed their skills through extensive practice. Han Fei's acting ability was a gift bestowed upon him by life and death.
With a continuous shot, no NGs allowed. If the performance was not good, it meant failure on the spot.
Zhan Lele's first scene took until the afternoon to pass. The second scene relied on Han Fei's acting as a backup, and with Jiang Dao intentionally focusing the camera on Han Fei, Zhan Lele didn't have many shots. They only needed two takes to pass.
As the sky grew dark, Han Fei, who had finished filming all of Wei Youfu's scenes, prepared to leave.
At this moment, a decent car parked by the roadside, and a tired Zhan Lele, together with his manager, got out.
"Jiang Dao is known for his eccentric temper in the industry. Thank you for helping Lele today," the manager held a gift box and wanted to hand it to Han Fei. "May I know how to address you, Teacher?"
"You can call me Han Fei."
"Han Teacher, we hope you can continue to help Lele in the future. Our company values Lele a lot, and after his guidance today, his progress has been rapid." The manager genuinely saw the improvement in Zhan Lele's acting, which was why he came over.
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