Chapter 17 Do you want me to teach you how to play a villain?
Every time he quit the game, Han Fei would feel from the bottom of his heart that it was great to be alive.
He didn't rest for too long. He turned on the bedside lamp and turned to look at the wall covered with murder photos.
"Why do the seven dead bodies in the human puzzle appear in that way? Are all seven of them trapped in that room?"
Generally speaking, any house where unnatural deaths have occurred can be called a haunted house. The house where Han Fei lived seemed to have a total of seven deaths, making it the most haunted of all haunted houses.
" Wei Youfu somewhat sober. What I have to do next is to help the other deceased regain their sanity."
Han Fei knew clearly that the greatest wish of those who died was to catch the murderer, but the problem was that he was just an 18th-tier comedian, and he had the will but not the ability. Even if he really met the murderer, it was still uncertain who would be caught by whom.
"Take your time. It's better to be safe. After all, you only have one life." Han Fei took out his phone and started recording: "The old building I live in in the game is very dangerous. The known information now is that there are four rooms on each floor. I live on the fourth floor. I just saw the reaction of the neighbors on the sixth floor. The residents in this building should know that I live in a haunted house. They dare not come in casually."
"From this perspective, the monster in my house should be considered quite dangerous. At least many residents are afraid of it."
"Looking at it from another angle, the most dangerous place is the safest place. As long as I don't commit suicide, the haunted house can protect me from being killed by other neighbors."
"Another point to note is the child on the third floor. The haunted house is so scary and there are no talismans on the door. The room on the third floor is definitely a big problem. The child trapped in the room may be as dangerous as the monster made up of the seven dead people."
Han Fei got a headache when he thought of this: "Who tore off the talisman paper on the door on the third floor? I quit the game on the third floor this time. Based on my previous experience, I will appear on the third floor again when I log in next time. If that kid is guarding the body, then I will be dead, right?"
The situation was too critical at the time, and Han Fei reacted quickly. If he had been a step slower, the child would have climbed directly on him.
"The key is that he moves so fast that I can't escape." Han Fei is now worried that he will be dragged into the room on the third floor by the child: "If there is a chance in the future, I will see if I can lead him into the haunted house on the fourth floor."
At four o'clock in the morning, Han Fei turned on his computer and held his mobile phone, comparing the crime photos on the wall and carefully outlining the clues and the relationships between the characters.
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The sunlight shone on his face. Han Fei didn't know when he fell asleep. He woke up in a daze, glanced at the clock on the wall, and immediately jumped out of bed.
"I slept until nine o'clock. Director Jiang must be getting anxious waiting for me."
After a simple wash, Han Fei hurriedly left home and rushed to North Street in the old city.
He hurried as fast as he could, but was still a little late because the crew had already started work.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
Han Fei quickly apologized, but the crew members didn't care: "The first scene is about the villain and the first person to die. The villain actor hasn't arrived yet, so there's no rush."
The stagehand who was shocked by Han Fei's acting last time came over and handed Han Fei a cup of coffee in a very familiar manner: "Just wait, this is not the first time that the villain has been late."
Han Fei felt that the other party had something else in mind: "Excuse me, who plays the villain in our drama?"
He played the second victim and the other party played the murderer. They were acting opposite each other, and knowing a little about the other's situation made it easier for him to perform.
"You should have heard of him. His name is Zhan Lele. He has participated in many variety shows before, but he hasn't produced any solid works. He can barely be considered a fifth-tier artist. This time, his company wants to use our drama to prove Zhan Lele's acting skills." The stage manager started chatting with Han Fei.
"Hasn't he acted in a play before?" Han Fei put down his coffee. "The villain is very important to a play."
“In my opinion, Zhan Lele himself is a hot topic. His first time challenging a villain role is also a good publicity point. Besides, he is also a graduate of a film and television academy and has a certain foundation.” As the crew member was speaking, there was suddenly chaos outside the apartment, and then footsteps were heard.
"I rushed to shoot a variety show all night last night, and I feel a little exhausted." A young man in his early twenties entered the set accompanied by a male agent. He smelled strongly of perfume and concealed alcohol.
"Go put on your makeup." Director Jiang didn't even raise his head, as if he was too lazy to say anything else.
After all the staff were in place, Zhan Lele, who had put on makeup, finally arrived.
"You have very few lines. The first scene is in the corridor. You play the murderer who secretly targets Amei, and then you follow her into the corridor. I need you to create the feeling of being followed by her."
"I understand. I understand." Zhan Lele nodded confidently.
The actress who plays Amei is young and has no experience, and Zhan Lele's following does not give people a sense of oppression, as if the person following behind is not a perverted murderer, but a drunk pervert.
Even Han Fei couldn't stand such acting, let alone the strict Director Jiang.
Just the first scene in the corridor was shot over a dozen times. Zhan Lele went up and down the stairs, and he was so tired that he finally sat on the stairs and didn't move.
"Director, I have my own style, and I want to shape this image according to my ideas."
"The image you created is just that of a little gangster?" Director Jiang was a little dissatisfied: "You have some acting skills, but since you want to challenge the role of a villain, then integrate into your role. You are the murderer who killed seven people in a row, and there is a hell hidden in your heart!"
"But this is just a scene of going upstairs. The hell in my heart has been suppressed all the time, and I'm waiting for the final outbreak point!" Zhan Lele is also very straightforward.
"Will you explode now and let me see?"
After Director Jiang finished speaking, everyone looked at Zhan Lele. The young actor had been accumulating strength for a long time, then suddenly waved the prop knife wildly and yelled hysterically.
"Stop! Stop!
Director Jiang covered his face and said, "Ask anyone on the set, did your role as a psychopathic killer scare them? Did it make them feel oppressed?"
Director Jiang grabbed the stagehand and asked Zhan Lele in front of him, "Were you scared of his performance just now?"
"not afraid."
"And you?"
"I feel like laughing."
I asked a few people at random, the first two were calm and unperturbed, but the last one was actually amused.
"Every glance is an act. The actor who auditioned yesterday was able to scare the crew by playing the victim, but you played the murderer like a drunk thug. Did you read the script?"
Zhan Lele really didn't seem to have read the script, but he still insisted: "I really don't believe that someone playing the victim can scare the staff."
The two of them were arguing and somehow ended up talking about Han Fei. Director Jiang asked Han Fei to come over and asked, "Have you read our script?"
“I have.”
"You come and play the role of a murderer."
"Me?" Han Fei had actually been trying to figure out the murderer's mentality, but he wasn't honing his acting skills. He really wanted to solve the case. "That's not good. I'm a comedian."
"Don't be so modest. Come on, set an example for him." Director Jiang seemed to have great confidence in Han Fei.
Han Fei himself didn't want to stand out, but there was nothing he could do now.
Lowering his head, the initial face of the neighbor on the sixth floor emerged in his mind. He was holding a sharp knife, sticking his head out of the stairs, standing in the dark, watching the living creature walking towards him.
His face showed a desire for blood and flesh, as well as an unconcealable desire for destruction. He was obviously trying his best to suppress the impulse in his heart, and he couldn't wait to stab the opponent with the sharp knife in his hand.
With suppressed gasps and terrifying gazes, the person who had been following him finally entered the dark corridor. Now no one would stop him.
Slowly raising his head, Han Fei stared at Zhan Lele's neck, and a smile gradually appeared on his cracked lips.
