My Iyashikei Game

"Han Fei, I'm sorry, I have to trouble you again." Seeing Han Fei coming, Director Jiang greeted him very enthusiastically: "It's mainly because you are good at acting, we have used a lot of new actors for this drama due to cost considerations. , most of them are only able to perform, but they can't control the characters perfectly."

"It doesn't matter to me, but if I add dramas rashly, will it affect the overall plot? Every minute of the movie is very important. If I have more scenes, maybe the protagonist's portrayal is not perfect." Han Fei is really good for the crew. said so.

"The script needs to be revised." Director Jiang's expression was a little serious: "Because of some plot issues, the families of the victims are more emotional."

Director Jiang treats the actor Director Jiang very strictly, but when he treats the families of the victims, he becomes very talkative.

"We adapted it from a real case, and that does take into account the mood of the victim's family."

"Yes." Director Jiang patted Han Fei on the shoulder: "Go and do your makeup. In order to show Wei Youfu more three-dimensionally, we need to add some daily routines."

Entering a vacant room downstairs, this is a temporary dressing room, and Han Fei chose the most corner seat to sit down.

The makeup artist changed him into the same clothes Wei Youfu often wore before his death, and made his hair the same as Wei Youfu's, and made some slight changes to his face makeup.

Holding the newly written script, Han Fei read it silently, when the door of the dressing room was pushed open.

"It's all done and need to be changed? I'm really convinced!" A young man over 1.8 meters tall entered the dressing room, followed by a woman in her thirties.

"Who knows that the family of the deceased has temporarily changed their minds. They are making trouble outside the building now, and there is nothing they can do if they don't change it."

"I'm just wondering, why did you choose this drama in the first place?" The young man cast fire on the woman: "If you want traffic without traffic, if you want money without money, the actors are pieced together, and this show will stop me from accumulating The reputation that came down has been ruined.”

"This is the company's decision. There are very few similar themes in recent years, and there may still be hot ones." The woman whispered, as if afraid that young people would hear it, and continued: "Director Jiang Yi's strength is beyond doubt, although he I haven't made any big box office movies, but I haven't made any bad movies. Ah Cheng, just cooperate with the director to make changes."

"It's easy for you to say it." Just as the young man called Acheng was about to speak back, a loud noise came from outside the apartment building, and it seemed that someone was arguing.

Acheng and his agent ran out to watch the fun, while Han Fei, who had put on makeup, was not interested at all. He found Jiang Yi directly and planned to leave as soon as possible after the filming.

Now he doesn't care about those trivial things at all. Instead of focusing on trivial matters, he might as well think about how to catch the perverted murderer who killed seven people in a row, and truly give justice to the dead.

Han Fei's spiritual realm has far surpassed that of most people, which can be said to be the credit of that healing game.

There was some noise downstairs, and the victim's family seemed to have entered the community. Director Jiang had no choice but to lead Han Fei to the shooting location upstairs: "We want the audience to feel that Wei Youfu used to be like them, alive and well. Everyone has their own lives, so when he is killed, the audience will feel more involved, so I hope you can add a daily routine before Wei Youfu's death."

"Understood." It is difficult for others to play Wei Youfu, but Han Fei is different. He has seen Wei Youfu and remembers all Wei Youfu's expressions.

A person with a good nature, after experiencing despair and pain, his expression is even more distressing.

"I'll play him well."

Entering the shooting room, all the information about Wei Youfu in Han Fei's mind rushed into his body little by little. At this moment, he was no longer himself.

After working overtime until late at night and returning home full of exhaustion, his eyes were full of tiredness, but there was a hint of satisfaction hidden in the depths of the tiredness.

Sitting on the comfortable sofa, looking at the photo of his wife and himself, his eyes gradually became gentle.

Gently wiped the photo, he planned to surprise his wife, and in a few days, there might be a large wedding photo hanging in the house.

When he was thinking about where to hang his wedding photos, the phone vibrated and the call was connected.

The old father's nagging and exhorting made him feel that he was still a child, and only in front of his father, he could think about nothing.

"I see, don't worry, you also have to take care of your body..." Hanging up the phone, Han Fei turned around and walked towards the bedroom. This was a mortal ending.

"Blessed!" Before Han Fei could walk far, he suddenly heard an old man's voice coming from the stairs outside the camera.

The skinny old man put down the banner in his hand and walked into the shooting venue in a daze: "Don't go in, blessed..."

Han Fei, who was walking towards the death room, stopped. He remembered the voice. It was the voice of Wei Youfu's father.

Turning his head, Han Fei saw the old man holding the banner in his hand, and the expression on his face was moving.

"Who put the victim's family in!" The camera director and the field manager grabbed the old man's arm and tried to drag him away.

"Wait!" Han Fei hurried over: "The old man is old, don't do this."

He protected the old man behind him: "Speak slowly if you have something to say."

"What's there to say? We talked about it at the beginning, and now they temporarily changed their minds and disagreed with the filming. Isn't this just trying to corrupt money?" Acheng leaned against the door frame, not caring about the reminder from the agent's eyes.

"You fart!" The thin old man clenched the banner in his hand: "As soon as you open

Begin to say that making a movie can let more people know about it! Help us find the murderer! We just agreed! But what are you shooting? ! You are just making up shit! "

"We're making a movie. It's the police's job to catch the prisoner, and you both signed a contract." Acheng, who is much taller than the old man, looked down at the old man: "We've already filmed the previous plot, just because of you. One-sided trouble, do you know how much we have to change? Our film, my time, do you know how much it will cost?"

"It's you who backtracked first!" The old man became more and more agitated, and when he heard the sound, several people holding banners ran upstairs from downstairs. They were all family members of the victims of the human body puzzle.

"What's the matter?" Han Fei was also a little puzzled. He didn't expect the two sides to quarrel so fiercely.

"Most of the scenes are over. The victims' families should have watched our expansion films and advertisements." Jiang Yi sighed softly and lowered his voice: "I also really want to shoot according to my own ideas, but The management does not agree with my idea, and in reality, the murderer has not been caught yet, but they want a perfect ending."

"The perfect ending?"

"Yes, the case can't be shown until it's closed, so the screenwriter made up an ending." Jiang Yi was also a little helpless: "Simply put, the hero's halo eruption at the last moment was very lucky to kill the murderer."

"Since it's based on a real case, it's best not to make up the ending. This is disrespect to the audience and to the families of the victims." Han Fei looked back at the old man. After so many years, he still Every year I go to the police station, and the pain of losing a loved one is like a shackle that cannot be taken off forever.

"There's nothing we can do. Now that the filming has reached this stage, we can only hope that both parties will calm down, take a step back, and talk slowly." Jiang Yi shook his head, his face full of sadness.

"It's okay." Han Fei's eyes narrowed slowly, hiding the sharpness deep in his eyes: "This show will have an ending, we don't have to wait too long."