My Iyashikei Game

Walking to the front of the gloomy apartment, Han Fei knocked on the door, and a staff member came out after a while.

"Director Jiang Yi asked me to audition, but I've been in some trouble recently, maybe..." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, he was enthusiastically dragged into the apartment by the other party.

"You are here. Director Jiang is getting angry. Now the newcomer is getting more and more outrageous, and he can't perform the feeling he wants at all. Director Jiang has rejected several people in a row."

"I haven't acted in ghost movies, and I have important things to do at night..."

"Director Jiang! The new actor is here!" The staff member directly put the script into Han Fei's hand: "There will be a special place for normal auditions, but we are a low-cost thriller and suspense movie, so we don't pay much attention to it. Come on, hurry up, Director Jiang and the others are already waiting."

Holding a copy of the script, Han Fei was pushed into a room. Six actors of different ages were standing against the wall, and no one dared to speak.

"Are you acting? Have you really respected this profession? It's just nonsense!" In the center of the house, a middle-aged man pointed at the actors and said very sternly.

His voice was so loud that it made one of the young girls cry.

"Still crying? Why is your blood only sticking to your clothes? Nothing on your face or hands? Did the murderer deliberately prevent your face from getting dirty when he chopped you down?"

"I tell you, don't be an actor if you are too dirty or tired! I don't care if you are arranged by investors. Since you are participating in my drama, you must do as I ask." Director Jiang is a violent temper , I used to be a teacher at the Xinhu Film and Television Academy, and once took Han Fei's class.

After training for a while, Director Jiang looked at Han Fei: "I heard about you, I have a role here for you to try."

Han Fei took a look at the atmosphere. He couldn't directly refuse to participate, so he said politely, "Director Jiang, I have never acted in a thriller."

"The audience can position the actor, but the actor should not position himself. You are an actor, understand?" Director Jiang walked over to Han Fei with the script: "Our play is based on a real case from a few years ago - a human body puzzle. Adapted, the murderer has not been caught yet, in order to make it easier to bring in the characters, I suggest that you read more news reports at the time and try to figure out the characters’ hearts.”

"Then who am I playing?"

"In the case of Human Body Puzzle, the police announced seven victims. In fact, the murderer used the body of the deceased to spell out the eighth victim. You played the second victim, Wei Youfu." Jiang Dao spoke very fast , constantly flipping the script: "I'll briefly tell you about the play. Wei Youfu is an ordinary white-collar worker. He worked overtime until late at night to come home, but found that his wife was not in the house. He sent a few messages to his wife, and the wife wrote back saying He went back to his mother's house by himself. He didn't think much about being overworked, and went straight to the bedroom. The point is, in fact, his wife did not return to her mother's house. Wei Youfu's wife was already dead at this time, and the murderer was hiding in the bathroom to dispose of his wife's body. , the information just now was also returned by the murderer."

"I want to ask, what is Wei Youfu's character like?"

"Listen to me first, the most difficult part of this scene is the second half. When Wei Youfu was half asleep, he heard that the bathroom door was opened, and his wife's head was placed at the door. When it was set on fire, even greater fear struck! The murderer walked out of the bathroom and took him as the second hunting target." Director Jiang drew down several key points in the script: "We can't deal with corpses. This kind of scene is put on the big screen, so you can only let the audience feel the cruelty through the change of your expression. You have to use your fear to drive the audience's fear! Can you do it?"

"I'll try it, after all, I've never been exposed to horror movies before." Han Fei's dream was to become a comedian, and he didn't know why he started auditioning for horror movies.

"Okay! Let's go to the scene to get a feel for it." Director Jiang beckoned and called a few cameramen to the second floor together: "This is the shooting venue we fancy, we originally wanted to go to the crime scene to shoot, But we can't get in touch with the owner of that haunted house."

The room has been blacked out in advance, and when the curtains are drawn, it looks dark and gloomy.

"Everyone, get ready! Let's cooperate! The male villain hasn't arrived yet. You put on a mask and go to the bathroom to play a murderer. You have to open the door and let the head off when you are stuck, and then push open the bathroom door and rush out."

Five minutes later, everyone took their place, and the room fell silent instantly.

Seeing Jiang Dao's gesture, Han Fei also gradually entered the state.

Lying in the dim bedroom, his body slowly submerged in the darkness, Han Fei closed his eyes.

There was no need to act at all, the horrible memory of last night came to my mind.

A gloomy, icy, bone-piercing chill, an inescapable despair.

"Bah!"

Suddenly there was a soft sound in the quiet room, Han Fei opened his eyes in a daze, his eyes scanned the living room, and finally fixed on the door lock of the bathroom.

Everything seemed to be rehearsed many times, and the wandering eyes gradually gained 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 gap.

A cold wind blew across his cheeks, and behind the dark door seemed to hide a world of the dead.

His pupils narrowed, his heart thumped, and when five fingers stretched out from the crack of the door, the fear in Han Fei's memory was aroused!

The blood speeded up, the heartbeat suddenly increased, and the adrenaline increased. Han Fei's face instantly turned pale, and his body produced self.

Protective mechanisms, psychological fears and even direct physiological responses.

The wife's head rolled out along the crack of the door, the familiar face rolled on the living room floor, she seemed to be laughing, and she seemed to be chasing after herself, more like she was questioning why she didn't go with her.

The fear hidden in the depths of Han Fei's consciousness was activated. At this time, the door of the bathroom was completely opened, the blood dripping knife came into view, and the murderer rushed in the darkness!

The familiar darkness, the familiar sense of fear, but this time he has nowhere to run!

The pale face hidden under the lampstand in his mind overlapped with the murderer in front of him. The fear in Han Fei's heart was detonated, and the real death threat made him make the most frightened expression!

That look was indescribable, and even the murderer who ran towards Han Fei stopped, then turned his head and glanced behind him.

"CUT!"

Director Jiang, who was holding the script, rushed over and shouted angrily at the field manager who was playing the murderer: "What are you looking back at! You are a murderer! What are you looking back at!"

"No, Brother Jiang." The field manager took off the mask, and his face was full of cold sweat: "I just saw Han Fei's expression, and I really thought there was something behind me, so I turned my head to take a look. "

"You are such a murderer, what are you afraid of! Such a perfect scene was wasted, I'm so pissed off!" Director Jiang ran into the bedroom after speaking, and he personally helped Han Fei up: "Han Fei, your acting skills So much progress! You have a talent for a thriller! I feel like you were born to be a thriller!"

"Is my acting really that good?" Han Fei only calmed down now, and his expression returned to normal.

"Of course! You're acting like you've experienced it yourself, it's so awesome!"