Chapter 9 He acted as if he had experienced it himself
Walking to the front of the gloomy apartment, Han Fei knocked on the door, and soon a staff member came out.
"Director Jiang Yi asked me to come for an audition, but I've been having some troubles lately, so maybe..." Before Han Fei could finish his words, he was enthusiastically dragged into the apartment by the other party.
"You're finally here. Director Jiang is getting mad. Newcomers are getting worse and worse. They simply can't act out the feeling he wants. Director Jiang has rejected several people in a row."
"I've never acted in a horror movie, and I have something important to do tonight..."
"Director Jiang! New actors are here!" The staff member stuffed the script directly into Han Fei's hands: "Normally there would be a special place for auditions, but this is a low-budget thriller, so we don't care so much. Hurry up and go over there, Director Jiang and the others are waiting impatiently."
Holding a copy of the script, Han Fei was pushed into a room where six actors of different ages were standing against the wall, and no one dared to speak.
"Are you acting? Do you really respect this profession? This is nonsense!" In the center of the room, a middle-aged man pointed at the actors and said sternly.
His voice was so loud that it frightened one of the young girls and made her cry.
"Are you still crying? Why is your blood plasma only on your clothes? Not on your face or hands? Did the murderer deliberately avoid staining your face when he chopped you?"
“I tell you, if you dislike the dirtiness and tiredness, then don’t come to be an actor! I don’t care whether you were arranged by the investors or not. Since you are here to act in my play, you must do as I ask.” Director Jiang has a bad temper. He used to be a teacher at the Xinhu Film and Television Academy and had taught Han Fei’s class.
After scolding for a while, Director Jiang looked at Han Fei and said, "I heard about your story. I have a role for you to try."
Han Fei took a look at the atmosphere. He couldn't refuse to act directly, so he said tactfully: "Director Jiang, I have never acted in a thriller."
"The audience can position the actors, but the actors should not position themselves. You are an actor, understand?" Director Jiang walked to Han Fei with the script and said, "Our play is based on a real case from a few years ago - the human body puzzle. The murderer has not been caught yet. In order to get into the character more easily, I suggest you read more news reports at the time and try to understand the character's inner thoughts."
"Who should I play then?"
"In the case of the human puzzle, the police announced seven victims. In fact, the murderer also used the bodies of the deceased to piece together the eighth victim. You play the second victim - Wei Youfu." Director Jiang spoke very quickly, constantly flipping through the script: "Let me briefly tell you about the play. Wei Youfu is an ordinary white-collar worker. He worked overtime until late at night and returned home. As a result, he found that his wife was not in the house. He sent a few messages to his wife, and his wife replied that she had returned to her parents' home. He was overworked and didn't think much about it, and went straight into the bedroom. Here comes the point. In fact, his wife did not return to her parents' home. Wei Youfu's wife was already dead at this time, and the murderer was hiding in the bathroom to deal with his wife's body. The message just now was also replied by the murderer."
"I want to ask, what is Wei Youfu's personality like?"
"Listen to me first. The most difficult part of this scene is the second half. Wei Youfu heard the bathroom door opened while he was half asleep and half awake, and his wife's head was placed at the door. When his fear was instantly ignited, a greater fear came! The murderer walked out of the bathroom and took him as the second target." Director Jiang marked a few key points in the script: "We can't put a scene like handling a corpse on the big screen, so we can only let the audience feel the cruelty through your facial expressions. You have to use your fear to drive the audience's fear! Can you do it?"
"I'll give it a try. After all, I've never been involved in a horror movie before." Han Fei's dream was to become a comedian, and he didn't know how he started auditioning for horror movies.
"Okay! Let's go to the scene to get a feel for it." Director Jiang waved his hand and called a few cameramen to the second floor together: "This is the filming location we've chosen. We originally wanted to film at the crime scene, but we couldn't contact the owner of the haunted house."
The room had been blacked out in advance, and with the curtains drawn, it looked dim and gloomy.
"Everyone, get ready! Cooperate! The male villain hasn't arrived yet. Stagehand, you put on your mask and go to the bathroom to act like a murderer. You have to open the door at the right time to put the head in, then push open the bathroom door and rush out."
Five minutes later, everyone was in their seats and the room suddenly became quiet.
Seeing Director Jiang's gestures, Han Fei gradually got into the state.
Lying in the dim bedroom, his body slowly engulfed by the darkness, Han Fei closed his eyes.
There was no need to act, the horrific memories of last night came to mind.
Gloomy, cold, chilling to the bone, and an inescapable despair.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a slight sound was heard in the quiet room. Han Fei opened his eyes dazedly. He glanced around the living room and finally fixed his eyes on the bathroom door lock.
Everything seemed to have been rehearsed many times. The wandering gaze gradually came into focus. Before Han Fei was fully awake, the bathroom door handle turned by itself.
The light was distorted and the bathroom door was pushed open a crack.
The cold wind blew across my cheeks, and it seemed as if a world of the dead was hidden behind the dark door.
His pupils shrank and his heart beat fast. When five fingers stretched out from the crack in the door, the fear in Han Fei's memory was aroused!
The blood accelerated, the heartbeat suddenly quickened, the adrenaline rose, and Han Fei's face turned pale in an instant. His body produced a self-protection mechanism, and the psychological fear even directly triggered a physiological reaction.
His wife's head rolled out through the crack in the door, and that familiar face rolled on the living room floor. She seemed to be laughing, or chasing him, or more like questioning why he didn't go to accompany her.
The fear hidden deep in Han Fei's consciousness was activated. At this time, the bathroom door was completely opened, and the bloody knife came into view. The murderer rushed in the darkness!
The familiar darkness, the familiar feeling of fear, but this time he had nowhere to escape!
The pale face hidden under the lampstand in his mind overlapped with the murderer in front of him. Han Fei's deep fear was triggered. The real threat of death made him make the most terrified expression!
That look was indescribable. Even the murderer who was running towards Han Fei stopped and turned his head to look behind him.
"CUT!"
Director Jiang rushed over with the script in hand and angrily shouted at the stagehand who played the murderer, "Why are you looking back? You are a murderer! What are you looking back for?"
"No, Brother Jiang." The stagehand took off his mask, his face covered in sweat. "When I saw Han Fei's expression, I really thought there was something behind him, so I turned my head unconsciously to take a look."
"You're a murderer, what are you afraid of? Such a perfect shot was wasted, I'm so angry!" Director Jiang ran into the bedroom again and helped Han Fei up himself: "Han Fei, your acting skills have improved so much! You have a talent for acting in thrillers! I feel like you were born to act in thrillers!"
"Am I really that good at acting?" Han Fei calmed down now, and his expression returned to normal.
"Of course! You acted like you were there in person, that's awesome!"
