The Murderer Acted So Well, The Special Police Asked Me How Many Years I Had Squatted

Early the next morning, Feng Su got up to wash up. She puts on her suit and yawns as she straightens her messy hair.

It was snowing all over the sky outside, and visibility was reduced to a minimum.

Feng Su pushed open the window, and the cold wind poured into the room, giving her a chill.

"It's cold, it's cold." Sister Su Su hurriedly rubbed her hands and closed the window tightly.

It was not yet seven o'clock, she went downstairs lightly, trying to see if the actors were awake, but found that everyone was up.

They looked at Feng Su and greeted warmly:

"Producer Feng, good morning!"

"How did you sleep last night?"

Feng Su stammered: "It's okay, it's okay."

She stared at the faces of the actors.

Although the middle-aged man closest to her was smiling, his face was pale, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment.

The siblings were greeting her, but the elder brother had a big bruise on his face. My younger sister was sitting on the hospital bed with thick gauze wrapped around her elbows.

Others too, some limping, some coughing, some with Band-Aids on their noses, some with cotton balls in their ears...

You were healthy and healthy yesterday, why are you all injured like this today?

Feng Su asked with concern: "Are you all right? Do you want to find some surgeons? Don't worry, it won't be troublesome."

The "actors" looked at each other, and then the smiles on their faces became more enthusiastic:

"no problem, no problem!"

"Yeah, it's just a small injury, what's the matter?"

"I just fell, hahaha. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and accidentally stepped on the stairs."

Feng Su hesitated to speak, all of you have missed out, right?

She felt that there must be something wrong with it, but the actors were very tight-lipped, so she had no choice but to give up.

Just then, Li Si appeared in the lobby. He pushes a food cart filled with steaming soy milk and fried dough sticks.

"Breakfast." He said brightly.

Feng Su rubbed her temples: "Okay, let's have breakfast first. Just follow the order..."

Before she finished speaking, she watched the actors line up silently. No one spoke during the whole process, and they were more disciplined than elementary school students.

There was a sound of chewing in the hall, and Li Si knocked on the stainless steel bucket like a cafeteria aunt: "Whoever is not enough can add more."

Feng Su quietly leaned over: "How did you do it?"

Li Si blinked, as if she didn't understand her words.

Feng Su pointed to the crowd queuing for dinner: "They are so quiet, isn't it because of you?"

Li Si picked up a deep-fried stick and blew it, stuffed it into her mouth: "If you have time to think about it, why don't you eat a few more bites of rice."

Feng Su protested, but the fritters were indeed fragrant and crispy.

She ate the deep-fried dough sticks for a while, and poured herself another cup of soy milk because it was too greasy.

When everyone was almost full, Li Si pressed Feng Su's shoulder.

"What are you doing?"

Feng Su's eyes widened, Li Si turned her body around and pushed her forward: "I still have to stay here to arrange work!"

Li Si snorted: "Arranging work? Why don't you call the director and ask when he can arrive."

"That's right." Feng Su remembered that she had contacted a well-known domestic comedy director before. The director, surnamed Zhou, was very interested in the script and promised to rush to the hospital as soon as possible.

But now that the mountain is covered by heavy snow, people outside cannot get in, and people inside cannot get out.

It is very likely that they will not see this director Zhou until the snow stops.

Feng Su took out her mobile phone and found that the signal was displayed as "E", which was almost equivalent to no signal.

Unable to even make phone calls, Feng Su had a headache: "What can I do, the actors are almost here."

"Then don't worry about the director, go book the itinerary and prepare lunch. There are so many things to do, so don't be idle." Li Si's tone is unquestionable.

Feng Su was pushed up the stairs by him, and turned around in a daze: "No, I have done so much work, what do you need to do?"

"I?"

Li Si said briskly, "Take them to read the script."

It seems to be okay to read the script. Feng Su shut his mouth and acquiesced to the matter.

[Script reading] is a regular activity before filming.

Actors sit around and read their lines in sequence, sharing their understanding of the story.

"Then wait a moment, I'll print the script for you." After saying this, Feng Su went upstairs.

Not long after, the script arrived. Feng Su completely let go and let Li Si make arrangements for herself.

When the director is absent, the leading actor is the default crew leader.

At this time, the nurses concentrated on the third floor to take care of the patients, and the girls at the front desk also left temporarily.

There are only Li Si, Bean Sprouts, and the "actors" on the entire first floor.

Li Si pushed the script to the hall.

"Come on, come and get the script. One copy per person, don't grab it."

When he said this, Li Si smiled and said, "If you loot it, you will break an arm."

His eyes moved around, and finally stopped on the middle-aged man. Being stared at by Li Si, he was startled and sweated: "Don't dare."

He trotted to take the script away, afraid that he would stay by Li Si's side for a moment longer, and the others would follow suit.

Li Si is very satisfied, everyone is very cooperative.

He had benches brought in and the actors sat down in rows.

Li Si picked up the script and was going to tell them the story clearly.

"This movie takes place in a mental hospital..."

Bean Sprout said nothing, moved a small stool to sit at the end of the crowd, and took out his mobile phone.

Start fishing!

Beside her was a burly man with a face full of flesh. He glanced at Bean Sprout several times, and finally couldn't help it: "Girl, what do you do?"

Bean Sprout kept his eyes straight, and stretched out a small hand: "Yunguishan, touch the door of Zuoliang."

This is a bit of a statement.

Yunnan, Guizhou and Shaanxi means that I mainly work in the south, but I don’t want to tell you the specific location. Zuo Liang is a small businessman who goes out to do business, and the door is an empty house with no one there.

Combined, touching the Zuoliang door is a thief who breaks into the empty door while the owner is out to do business and is not at home.

This set of words sounds so smooth that even the strong man is stunned.

It took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses, and he held Dou Sprout's hand awkwardly: "Hei Chizi, go down to the ground to plan food."

Bean Sprout's eyes fluctuated slightly, and he looked at him in surprise.

Hei Chizi was talking about Heilongjiang, but in fact it doesn't matter what he says later, as long as the word "black" is there.

"Going down the ground to plan food" is interesting. This is not about farming, but about tomb robbery.

Looking at it together, this man is more honest than Dou Sprout, and directly admits that he committed crimes in the Heilongjiang generation.

"There are still tombs to steal in Heilongjiang?" Bean Sprout was really curious.

The tomb robbers followed the dynasty, but it is not known that any emperor chose Heilongjiang to build a mausoleum.

The strong man smiled awkwardly: "Yes, small business."

Now Bean Sprout understood, and there was a bit of contempt in his eyes.

At the beginning, the Northeast fought several tough battles with foreign enemies, resulting in countless casualties. So far, there are still many armaments scattered in the vast black land and have not been recovered.

These things are in short supply on the black market.

In addition, there are personal belongings, such as a photo, a letter from home, and a last letter, all of which can be sold for a high price...

Bean Sprout ignored him and sat upright on the small chair.

"The last two." Li Si stopped suddenly, pointing to the bean sprouts and the strong man.

"Just now I saw that you two had a good chat, so, I will do a quiz to see if you are listening carefully."

He pointed at the strong man: "Please turn to the eleventh page of the script and read the lines. Remember to be full of emotion."

The strong man stood up in a daze, holding the script and not knowing what to do. He dropped out of junior high school and couldn't even read the words above.

At this moment, there was only one thing in his mind: Are you kidding me?