Dangerous Personality

Pushing open this amulet shop on the corner, a string of Tibetan bells hanging on the glass door collided with the door frame.

"jingle--"

There is an altar in the center of the store, and on the altar is a bronze Buddha statue. The Thai bronze Buddha statue is very different from the traditional domestic Buddha statues. One hand of the Buddha statue is in the posture of supporting things, and the other hand is raised up. The eyes and mouth are quite strangely carved, with dark and deep eyes, and the corners of the lips seem to be smiling but not smiling.

The Buddha statue is dragging a small bottle in its hand, the shape is the same as the spire above the head, it looks like a pagoda with a round belly.

The shop owner was dressed in foreign clothes, with dark complexion and shaved head. He looked like he was not a native of the country. When he spoke, he spoke with his tongue pronouncing: "yin-dee-ton-rub (welcome)——"

Xie Lin walked half a circle in the store. In addition to a circle of amulets hanging on the counter, there are also a variety of decorations. The style of the store is completely different from the outside of the store, as if he has stepped out of the country: "Can speak Chinese ?"

The shopkeeper nodded: "I will."

Xie Lin casually picked up an amulet and ornaments: "Your family only sells these amulets and ornaments?"

"Yes, this is an amulet store," the owner said, "Do you see anything you like?"

There are many types of these amulets, and there are all kinds of amulets. The amulet in Xie Lin's hand is carved with strange patterns around it. Several hands protrude from the back of the Buddha. It's weird and infiltrating.

But Xie Lin didn't care, he even boasted casually: "These things in your store... are pretty nice."

The shop was full of incense, and Chi Qing couldn't bear the smell after standing for a while, so he retreated to the door and waited for him.

Besides, he can't do this kind of job of chatting with the store manager.

Xie Linzhuang, an ordinary customer, pretended to be very similar. The topic quickly changed from "how to sell amulets?" to "I used to live in Thailand for two years, and I feel very kind when I see you." He looked around while chatting.

After a while, I asked where the restroom was.

"Turn left inside the bathroom curtain." The store manager said.

After a brief inspection inside and out, apart from the fact that this store looks suspicious, no specific suspicious places have been found so far.They didn't have a search warrant and couldn't force their way through the store.

Finally, Xie Lin bought the piece of amulet that he had been looking at for a long time, and hooked his finger on the hanging string on the amulet: "Just this one, pay the bill."

After buying, Xie Lin threw the amulet to Chi Qing: "Here."

An amulet was forcibly stuffed into Chi Qing's hand, and before he could frown, Jie Lin's phone rang.

Wu Zhibin walked through the corridor of the General Administration Bureau, and made a phone call as he walked, "Luo Yu's manager has a problem. We are going to interrogate him later. Are you coming back?"

"Is there a problem?" Xie Lin asked.

Wu Zhibin didn't know how to describe it, so he paused before saying, "General managers are responsible for the itinerary and event coordination of the artists under them, right... But have you ever seen a manager who went to film by himself?"

Xie Lin: "...?"

This is also called a broker?

"I'm afraid I have to go back to the headquarters," Xie Lin said after hanging up the phone, "I'll leave it here for the time being, and let the headquarters send someone over to investigate."

The two walked for a while, Xie Lin saw that Chi Qing didn't speak, thinking that he was getting impatient running around with him today, saw an ice cream machine next to him, and asked, "Do you want ice cream?"

Chi Qing stared at the open palm for a long time, then put the amulet back into Xie Lin's hand with disgust: "...what's on it."

Xie Lin saw a small stain on Chi Qing's black glove, but he didn't know what it was. There was a stain on the black fabric that was darker than black.

"do not move."

Xie Lin stretched out his hand, and pressed the mark with his fingertips.

...is oil.

In the interrogation room of the headquarters.

Luo Yu's manager sat across from Wu Zhibin and Ji Mingrui.

The man was brought back from the set by Ji Mingrui. He has a very ordinary appearance, with a long and thin face, a mustache on his face, and a costume on his body.Ji Mingrui still remembers that when he got out of the car, he held the documents in his hand and compared one by one in the rest area which person was the manager He Sen.

As a result, I didn't see him in the rest area at all.

"Are you looking for He Sen?" Someone saw Ji Mingrui wandering around and pointed him the way, "He should be filming."

Ji Mingrui looked back and looked in the direction pointed by the enthusiastic crowd. There were four or five cameras on the set, surrounded by a group of people, who were babbling and reciting lines. One of the mustaches held up the mine in his hand and glared: "Come again Try it one step?!"

"Here," said the enthusiastic crowd, "that's the He Sen you're looking for."

"..."

Ji Mingrui shook his head to get the scene out of his mind: "Aren't you an agent? Why are you filming?"

He Sen scratched his hair, confused, completely unable to imagine why he was sitting here at this moment, and it took him a long time to hold back a sentence: "...so the manager broke the law by filming?"

"..."

"Of course it is impossible to break the law," Ji Mingrui said, "It's just that your behavior is very suspicious."

"—Why did you go to filming?"

An agent, leaving a good artist not operating, went to shoot some movie.

He Sen had a bitter expression on his face: "For food, Comrade Police."

"I don't have enough resources in the company. I had five or six artists under my management, all of whom were newcomers. It was too difficult to get ahead in the industry. However, if you terminate the contract after two or three years, please forgive me and find another way out. went."

The artists under him are not up to the mark one by one. Over the years, the contracts have been terminated, and the circles have been withdrawn. His manager is almost out of the circle.

He Sen sighed, "There are only a few artists left in my hands. In the end, I only have one male artist whom our boss and his colleagues are very optimistic about. When he first joined the boss, he said without exaggeration , everyone in the company came out to see him. His preliminary rating in our company is three S. I have also bet all my hopes on him. Whether I can gain a firm foothold in the circle depends on him. "

"But heaven fails to fulfill one's wishes——!"

The criminal police did not expect that a small agent's mental journey would be so rough and rough: "What happened?"

He Sen still feels sad when he thinks about it now, and he couldn't bear to live: "His acting skills are really bad!"

"No matter how good-looking it is, it's useless. I hired a lot of acting teachers, and the teachers shook their heads and told me that they couldn't teach me. He doesn't work hard himself. Sometimes, I really don't understand why he entered the circle. for what."

Ji Mingrui: "Wait, what does what you said have anything to do with your own acting?"

He Sen seemed to have found an outlet, and told all the hardships he had experienced during this period: "It's a big relationship, I can't find a teacher, and I don't have the money to lighten the teacher. In the end, if it doesn't work, I will just do it myself." Go up and teach him. At that time, I just got the news from the director that a well-known director's next film is in preparation, and the audition time is next month, so I definitely have to give this opportunity a go."

"and then?"

"Then because I memorized the entire line of the play backwards, I chose it."

"........."

Ji Mingrui said in his heart that this artist who is not very good at acting, and a manager, both of them are outrageous.

"Is the artist you mentioned named Luo?"

"No," He Sen said, "his surname is Chi."

Ji Mingrui: "Surname...Chi?"

Wu Zhibin was also stunned. He never expected that the interrogation would turn into a circle again: "What's your full name?"

"Chi Qing."

"..."

After He Sen finished speaking, he asked cautiously, "Is it because of him that you came here this time? Did he commit a crime?"

When He Sen said this, another person entered the interrogation room.

Even with plaster casts on his legs, the man still walked gracefully. He was tall and had long legs, and his hair was obviously done. He smiled and sat opposite him, his facial features were so beautiful that he couldn't move his eyes.

Although He Sen is filming now, after all, he used to be a serious manager, and his occupational disease relapsed: "This is?"

The criminal police said: "This is our consultant. We have two consultants here, and the other one..." Where is the consultant Chi, who is the central figure in another topic?

"He went to wash his hands," Xie Lin heard the word "Chi Qing" as soon as he came in, and he didn't pierce it. He wanted to hear what else he would say, and said very interestedly: "Mr. He, right? You continue , What happened to that artist named Chi?"

Once He Sen's thoughts were drawn to this artist surnamed Chi, he suddenly understood why he was sitting here at this moment.

He pondered: "He is not very normal."

He Sen consciously recalled: "The last time I saw him was about half a year ago..."

As he said, at that time he learned that a very important play was in preparation and wanted his artists to try it out, but at that time there were not many artists left under him. But Chi Qing, who didn't tell him to terminate the contract, was his last hope.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity," He Sen chatted in the living room of Chi Qing's house, talking about this play with a raised tone, "If there is no job, we can fight for it. Similarly, if our acting skills are not good enough, we can practice more. Failure She is the mother of success, we have failed so many times, we should have gained something...we can't give up!"

He Sen took out two thick books from his handbag: "I brought the original script, today we will study the characters carefully, and I will practice with you."

Chi Qing just slept for a while, now with eyes downcast, the broken hair on his forehead covered his eyes, sitting on the sofa as if blending with the dim light.It's been hot recently, but he is wearing a dark long-sleeved top as if afraid of the cold.

He is undoubtedly beautiful, and he can hardly find that kind of beauty in the industry, and even his temperament is unique, the only "mourning".

Chi Qing looked at the plain cover and title of the book on the coffee table, but did not refuse. He looked away from the book: "How to practice?"

"I recently consulted a friend who teaches acting in Huaying. Let's start with the lines today." He Sen found that the light in the room was not good enough to read, so he got up and walked to the window, and opened the curtains: "You Why is it so dark in the room?"

The sunlight outside the window rushed in from the window with the sound of "crash".

Chi Qing was disturbed by the light, and his hand that was flipping through the book paused.

As the pages of the book were turned, the edge of the thin paper ran across the fingertips.

He Sen finally saw clearly this artist he hadn't seen for a long time.

At this time, the man sitting opposite him was almost the same as the one he saw before.It's just that the skin seems to be whiter, and there is a sense of transparency that is almost disappearing under the sun.

Chi Qing didn't even react to the cut hand, he put his fingertips to his lips and sucked it lightly.

He Sen was stunned.

He subconsciously wanted to grab Chi Qing's hand: "Why did you cut your hand? Let me see the wound. Where is your band-aid?"

Chi Qing said: "It's okay, the bleeding has stopped, so don't worry about it."

It was only then that He Sen remembered that Chi Qing hated being touched by others, especially hands.

Before taking him out to participate in activities, unless the director really didn't allow it during filming, Chi Qing would wear black gloves to prevent contact with people at other times, and his cleanliness was too much.

"Hey, then let's start right away," He Sen sat across from him, opened the book, "—start from the first act."

The original novel tells the growth story of a pair of childhood sweethearts. In the first scene, the heroine fails the exam and sneaks into the hero's house at night. The hero comforts her softly.

Although the artists brought by He Sen are all confused, they are also people who have been stationed on the set all year round. Although they have never eaten pork and watched too many pigs, they quickly entered the role and choked: "Brother woo woo, you are at home ."

He Sen is very involved in the role, he feels that he is now the 16-year-old Huaichun girl.Chi Qing looked at the text on the first page coldly, and then said coldly: "What's wrong."

He Sen could no longer immerse himself in the role of the Huaichun girl, and played in a second: "..."

The air suddenly quieted down.

Chi Qing raised his eyes: "Isn't it right?"

He Sen: "This, doesn't feel right."

The lines are still the same lines, why is there such a big difference in taste?

He Sen tried to guide him, so he asked him: "What do you think, uh, the heroine is in the mood when the heroine appears in the middle of the night like this?"

Chi Qing curled his fingers, tapped on the page, and replied: "It's already past 1 o'clock in the evening, it should be his rest time, the original text describes that the male protagonist is in the third year of high school and busy with studies, the female protagonist will to bother him..."

He Sen caught the key word: "Wait, do you think it's disturbing?"

Chi Qing gave him a "what nonsense are you talking about" look.

"How could this be an interruption?!" He Sen opened his mouth, his brain circuit was almost distracted by Chi Qing, "She is the neighbor sister you grew up with. You two have a very good relationship. You should care about her."

Act two.

The hostess was waiting downstairs for the hostess to go to school together in the morning, and when he handed the breakfast to the hostess, the hostess smiled and rubbed the hostess' head.

He Sen shyly handed over the apple that Chi Qing had cut in half just now as a tool: "I brought it for you, so I know you got up late again today."

After He Sen finished speaking, he took the initiative to lean over and put his head in front of Chi Qing so that he could touch it.

It's Chi Qing's turn to perform——

He Sen watched as Chi Qing frowned emotionlessly.

Then the movement of Chi Qing raising his hand is almost the same as the movement of Chi Qing pinching the woman's carotid artery in the video just now. It is obviously just one hand, and that hand is just left in the air because of cleanliness, and it is not real. When he touched it, He Sen felt himself shiver, and shrank his head back suddenly.

Chi Qing was a little impatient: "Another problem?"

He Senxin said that the problem was serious.

"First of all, you can't laugh like that."

"?"

"No feelings."

He Sen felt that Chi Qing's acting skills could not be explained clearly in a few words: "Where is there a mirror in your house?"

in the bathroom.

Facing the huge mirror, two faces were reflected in the mirror.

Although a face looks plain, but the smile is very friendly.

He Sen pointed to the corner of his mouth: "You smile after me, the corner of your mouth goes up here."

The other face in the mirror was expressionless.

He Sen urged: "Hurry up."

After a while, Chi Qing smiled according to his request.

He Sen has finally seen in his life what is meant by a standard smile.

Chi Qing looks good, and his smile is naturally not ugly, but his smile looks so strange on his face, as if wearing an inappropriate mask, and there is no wave in his eyes.

He Sen recalled what the director said before: "As long as he can act normally..."

He Sen finally realized in despair that the artists he brought seemed abnormal.

"Finally, I went to the mirror," He Sen thought back to this, and just wanted to feel that fate was so erroneous. If you act as the lead actress opposite, I'll be on it."

The agent took the artist to the audition, but in the end the director offered an olive branch to the agent: "You are very familiar with our script, you can say that you have memorized it fluently, and you are also very emotional. You must have practiced a lot. There is still a very important supporting role that has not been finalized, and your image is also very suitable, do you have any intentions?"

He Sen was dumbfounded: "...the director is actually me... I... I'm not bad either!"

"—That's how things are. Mainly I thought about it at the time. I also want to eat. Since I can't count on the artist in my hand, then I will rely on myself."

After He Sen finished speaking, he felt that the atmosphere in the interrogation room was not right.

The solution consultant on the opposite side with a face that made him want to sign a contract and train him put his hand on his forehead, and seemed to be smiling all the time.

Ji Mingrui didn't hold back either, he didn't expect his brother to sink into the showbiz circle, he just turned his manager into a generation of young actors, but this is a serious place, he has to correct his attitude: "Cough, put aside This person surnamed Chi, think carefully, do you have a surname in your hand—" An artist surnamed Luo.

Ji Mingrui didn't finish his sentence, because Chi Qing, who had been in the bathroom for more than ten minutes because of the unidentified oil stain on his gloves, had a fit of cleanliness and finally opened the door and came in.

It wasn't until the former colleague sat across from him that He Sen regained his voice: "Why are you here?"

Chi Qing: "Why are you?"

He Sen: "..."

And since Chi Qing can sit across from him, his identity is self-evident: "Are you...changing careers?"

This span is too big.

Chi Qing didn't bother to explain: "Almost."

Xie Lin explained it more completely for him: "I'm sorry Mr. He, he is my partner, just now it was mainly out of selfishness, I wanted to know about his previous work experience, let's get back to the topic, Luo Yu, do you still remember?"

He Sen was deeply shocked by Chi Qing's change of career, his brain was struggling, and it took a long time before he said, "...remember."

"But his itinerary actually doesn't have much to do with me. The trainee's daily task is to practice in the company, and it hasn't been released yet...so we don't have much contact."

He Sen cooperated very well, and he did not find any breakthrough from his side.

On the contrary, before He Sen left, he praised the amulet in Xie Lin's hand: "Your amulet is very well made."

Xie Lin picked up the string of amulets, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you understand this?"

He Sen said, "Many people in the circle believe this. There are too many fortune tellers and fortune tellers. Whether it's a small artist with no name or surname or a big shot in the circle, many people will believe this."

Xie Lin captured the key word: "Seeking luck?"

He Sen: "There is a characteristic in this circle, that is, no one can tell what you will be like in the next second, some have passed away, some have become popular, and some have become famous. Before, a well-known actress asked the master to count her How long can it be popular, how can it continue to be popular, etc. When I first entered the industry, I also thought it was mysterious, but after a long time, I will burn incense. Don’t tell me, sometimes this thing is really weird .”

Chi Qing acted like an outsider listening to gossip: "Is there such a thing?"

"..." He Sen still didn't know how he should face him, and said, "Of course you don't know!" He Sen also wanted to say, have you ever cared about this circle? !Have you cared about your career? !

But he didn't say it.

"Is there anything to soak the amulet in making?" Chi Qing suddenly asked again, "For example, some oily liquid."

Upon hearing this question, He Sen faltered and looked left and right: "Am I here to say that these feudal superstitions won't be arrested? If it's okay, I will say it. I swear I just heard about it, but I have never done it." That kind of violation of law and discipline. Many people will buy it specially...the amulets soaked in oil are said to be more effective."

Chi Qing: "Then what kind of oil is what kind of oil, in human terms."

He Sen continued to hesitate: "It's just oil, that, oh, it's corpse oil."

Chi Qing was taken aback.

In addition to feeling that the direction of the case became a little bit clearer in front of my eyes, I also felt itchy.

He Sen added: "Dug out the corpse and bake it with hot wax. The thing that oozes out from the skin is corpse oil. You should have it too. I think it looks quite oily."

Chi Qing: "..."

I only washed my hands for more than ten minutes just now, which is still too sloppy.

Chi Qing looked at his palm that had been stained by the oil soaked in the fabric just now, stood up and said, "I'll go to the bathroom again."

in the bathroom.

While listening to the sound of running water, Chi Qing thought about what He Sen said just now.

——"It's corpse oil!"

The faceless head on the screen before Chi Qing's eyes flashed again.

The few drops of fat baked by hot wax are limited in quantity, labor-intensive and low in output. Regarding corpse oil, he has heard that some people will choose to fry the corpse—especially the face of the corpse in an oil pan. Get more fat.

……

Chi Qing was thinking about washing his hands for the third time, but before he pressed the hand sanitizer, a hand stretched out from the side and turned on the faucet.

Chi Qing also happened to be looking for him: "The peeled off face may be related to corpse oil."

Xie Lin let out a "hmm", then took out a few dry tissues from the side, pinched Chi Qing's washed and flushed wrist, and wiped it along the wet knuckles one by one, carefully cleaning from the base of the fingers. Rub into knuckles.

When the man spoke, his brows and eyes were lowered. This subtle movement made the "Merry" J color that he usually broadcasts around honestly gather together, and sprinkled them all on Chi Qing's hands. He didn't immediately answer the topic about the face: "Everything Wash it several times, do you wash your hands like this?"