From Flower Vase to Film Emperor in Hollywood

Little Frank knew that his plan was full of loopholes and could not stand scrutiny at all. Why didn't Mr. Murphy wear handcuffs, why was he sitting in the passenger seat, why was he wearing sunglasses and using a cane?

And so on and so forth.

It might even be more than that. From the perspective of professionals and different people, perhaps more loopholes could be discovered. A little thought would expose the truth.

However, an excellent magician has the ability to turn decay into magic. From the moment he inadvertently glanced at the Murphy father and son outside the window to the moment he decided to use them to cover up his lies, Little Frank's brain began to work at high speed.

Some real pictures, some detailed supplements, but this did not convince Carl, at least not 100%. The FBI agent had been observing and looking, and it was only a matter of time before he noticed the huge flaws.

Act decisively!

Little Frank bypassed Carl, walked to the other side, and simply opened the window.

First, to distract the FBI agent.

Second, to interrupt the FBI actor's brain operation.

Third—

Take the initiative.

"Hey, Murphy."

Little Frank shouted directly.

Murphy was walking towards the driver's seat. Little Frank didn't know his name, but the "surname" would not be wrong.

Sure enough, Murphy looked up and waved to Little Frank.

Little Frank continued to shout, with a hint of complaint.

"Call LAPD again, I don't want anyone walking into my crime scene."

After speaking, Little Frank put down the curtains, blocking Murphy's reaction, and turned around and entered the room, leaving in big strides, leaving the window.

If Murphy responded loudly, then everything would be lost.

But Little Frank was betting—

Betting that Murphy didn't know what was going on, and also betting that the FBI agent was still vigilant and paying attention to his every move. His stepping action might be regarded as a suspect of running away, which would naturally attract the other party to shift his attention and not continue to stand at the window to pay attention to Murphy's subsequent response.

Life hangs by a thread.

With a turn, Little Frank could clearly feel the stiffness of the muscle lines on his shoulders and arms, and the walking posture could also show some clumsiness. The always calm expression finally revealed a hint of panic when he turned his back to the FBI agent.

Cough cough!

Little Frank coughed twice, cleared his throat, and walked towards the camera lens, but this time, his eyes did not look directly at the lens, but slightly shifted.

This is a misalignment.

From the monitor screen, Anson was walking straight towards the lens, but in fact, it was not a straight line, but slightly shifted inward; however, the lens could see Anson's cheeks magnified in the lens.

No panic, no fear, but this time, the facial lines were indeed slightly tight—

Moreover, the eyes.

Anson glanced at the door.

Steven noticed that Anson was walking towards the lens, from medium shot to close-up to almost extreme close-up. The handling of the line of sight was displayed on the screen in detail. It would be strange if he didn't notice it.

If this set of actions still could not deceive the FBI agent, he was ready to run away. The exit was right in front of him, and he could escape.

However, he didn't.

At this time, Steven realized the intention of the cough after a while.

Of course, he was nervous. The scene just now was absolutely thrilling. Covering up his tension with a cough was a reasonable guess; but what if Little Frank's cough was to cover up Murphy's potential response and interfere with Carl's hearing to avoid failure at the last moment?

Wow.

Steven's brain was set off by a storm—

Suddenly, Steven remembered the beginning of this scene, the sound of the toilet flushing in the bathroom, which was an action that Little Frank deliberately let Carl discover, and it was also a detail they had discussed in advance.

But a subsequent detail was not.

The unhurried and slow sound of running water from the faucet after flushing the toilet showed Little Frank's hand-washing action, using such details to further confirm the action of flushing the toilet, emphasizing that he was indeed using the bathroom inside just now, rather than a criminal suspect hiding inside secretly.

Look, that's how things are. Without these details, others would not be able to notice the strangeness immediately. They often need to calm down and think about it before they can discover it; but the appearance of these details can create a coherent picture in the minds of others, and it is easier to believe it imperceptibly.

Step by step, footprint by footprint, starting from the details, this is the fundamental reason why Little Frank successfully deceived the FBI agent in front of him without changing his face.

Decisively, Steven decided that after this set of shots was completed, he would reshoot an audio track of Murphy asking about the situation loudly, so that this audio track and Little Frank's cough would overlap—

Perhaps in the cinema, the audience would not notice such details at all, but the audio-visual experience brought about by its existence or absence can create different feelings.

Earlier, some sounds, a look.

Now, a cough, a look.

These details in the performance are everywhere, which makes the scene in front of you reasonable.

Steven's brain was set off by a storm, but the picture in front of him was only a short moment.

Little Frank glanced at the door.

But it was just a glance. His forward direction was still the dining table. He did not face the door, refusing to easily expose himself until the last moment.

It was in this short moment of lightning and flint that the atmosphere in the entire house was tense to the extreme—

About to explode.

The identity and atmosphere that had been painstakingly created before were about to collapse. It could be clearly seen in the lens that Little Frank was holding his breath.

In fact, it was just a short moment, but it was like the moment before the 100-meter final at the Olympic Games. The air solidified, the heart stopped beating, and it was tense to the extreme.

Then.

A pause, Little Frank was already standing at the top of the fork in the road.

Carl's voice came from behind.

"I didn't expect the intelligence agency to be involved."

He believed it.

Finally.

Little Frank's footsteps paused almost imperceptibly, at the crossroads of fate to go left or right, and finally went left, towards the dining table.

Even though the escape exit was already close at hand, he would not be able to use it after all.

In one step, Little Frank came to the door of the dining table, picked up a glass of water and poured a glass, gulping it into his throat, but he needed to distract himself from restraining himself, not to appear too eager and embarrassed. The string in his brain that was stretched to the extreme loosened slightly, but he did not dare to relax completely.

"Don't worry."

This was to forgive the other party's vigilance and wariness, and then carefully launch a counterattack.

"What's your name?"

The FBI agent had completely let down his guard and even put away his gun.

"Hanratty, Carl Hanratty."

The nerves finally relaxed, so, what's next?

The cold water moistened the lungs along the throat, and the hot brain calmed down. Although he wanted to leave now, impetuousness and anxiety were taboo.

So, putting down the water glass, Little Frank straightened his back slightly, turned to look at Carl, tilted his head, and his eyes lightly fell on Carl, looking him up and down.

"Sorry, can I see your ID?"

The feng shui turns, and the situation reverses.

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