[comprehensive] superior skills

At the entrance of the tunnel connecting the studio to the working area, the fierce Xu Hai threw Wang Dazhi out of the iron gate like a chicken.

The staff member who was almost hit by the chair smiled and kicked the old man who rolled into a ball, "Oh, poor guy, you actually angered our boxer!"

"I think Xu Hai is even more pitiful."

Another person gloated: "Last time, he was demoted and punished to a rookie leader who didn't have much money because he sneaked into the team as an undercover agent of a human rights organization. The chance to make a comeback, who would have known such unlucky encounter with a lover."

Fortunately, nothing major happened, but don't even think about the year-end bonus.

"Love Saint?"

A programmer wearing thick glasses squatted next to the old man who was barely getting up, and smacked his lips, "Brother, let me tell you what is good about you. If you really like that girl, you might as well apply for a special role. With your looks If you pass it properly, you will be able to enjoy it and get money at that time. It's not like now, alas, please ask for blessings."

He is not alarmist, the nickname boxer is not for nothing.

When the company first launched the cloning plan, many actors felt sorry for them. Every time they encountered a bloody plot, they would not be cruel to those ignorant and ignorant second-class people, even if there were several times the filming bonus hanging in front of them. .

However, there must be brave men under heavy rewards, and a group of people made their fortunes at that time, including Xu Hai, a small handyman who was originally inconspicuous.

No matter what the plot is in his hands, there is no NG, so the staff in the studio gave him the nickname of boxer.

It was because of his great contribution at the beginning of the implementation of the "Venus Project" that Xu Hai moved from the front of the scene to the back of the scene. If it wasn't for bad luck and the human rights organization made a big fuss, the boxer would have been promoted to boxing champion long ago.

According to his violent temper, he couldn't settle accounts with the powerful human rights organizations in the backstage. He was already suffocating. This time, he would never let the powerless extras go.

The programmer guessed right, Xu Hai looked around at his colleagues with different expressions, and dragged the rookie who was still struggling into the planning room where the soundproof wall was laid.

"Hey."

The programmer worriedly touched the staff member who spoke to him earlier, "Xu Hai looks very angry, so nothing will happen."

"Do not worry."

The young staff took a sip from the coffee cup and looked at the image on the screen casually, "An old employee like him knows where the bottom line of the company is, no matter how weak a human being can be, it can't be destroyed like a clone. .Instead of fearing that the old man will be beaten to death, it is better to think about how he will live to face the claim bill."

Maybe when he walks out of the star of hope, he will find that the real pity is to die under Xu Hai's fist.

In the planning room, Wang Dazhi, with a bruised nose and swollen face, sat slumped on a chair, facing a dazzling desk lamp in front of him.

"Why, why are you doing this? Huh?"

Xu Hai walked back and forth on the opposite side, trying to get rid of the sticky nosebleed on the back of his hand, "Wang Dazhi, have you forgotten the promise we made? Rules, is it difficult to do such a simple word?"

He suddenly turned around and pressed the other person's shoulder, shaking manically like a seizure, "Do you know how hard it is for me to get to this day, look at the blood! Can you imagine those beautiful, plump, soft skin Does it feel like turning into a pile of rotten meat in your hands? I don't want to go back to those days that make people have nightmares every day, do you understand!"

Xu Hai roared with bare eyes: "Just for a short moment, you not only ruined your own life, but also ruined my ten years of hard work!"

"Do you want to hear what I have to say?"

Wang Dazhi drooped his purplish eyelids, panting weakly, "I'm sorry? I'm sorry for some people, but it's not your turn."

"Do you really think that you are a hero because you fulfilled a trivial little wish for that replica? You are wrong! Let me tell you that whenever this happens, the company will design execution difficulty for the current heroine in order to restore the bad influence. higher script."

Under Wang Dazhi's unbelievable eyes, Xu Hai smiled cruelly and said, "If you have time, you will be able to see a good show that makes your blood boil when you walk out from the Star of Hope. Of course, if there are It would be even better if paid video was available.”

"I'm going to report to my superiors, you stay here and reflect on it slowly."

Xu Hai's footsteps got farther and farther away, "I used to sit in front of the screen and pray secretly every time the broadcast started, hoping that nothing bad would happen. Now, I would also like to pray for you once, hoping that your daughter can inherit your goodness." appearance, so that you don’t have to sacrifice your life for the stupidity of your parents.”

Realizing the vicious curse in this sentence, Wang Dazhi screamed: "What are you going to do?"

What answered him was the sound of the door closing, and the growing dizziness.

Wang Dazhi felt as if his head had been forcibly poured into a bucket of paste after being hit hard, and it seemed that there were countless raw eggs rolling around in the paste, and even his neck was so limp that he couldn't straighten up. The chair was roomy enough for him to fall over.

After sitting in a daze for a while, just when he thought he could get up and find the rescue tool, another soft footstep sounded in the room.

"You're back again?"

Wang Dazhi looked over with half-closed eyelashes, and the long-term stimulating light made his vision full of black halos, "Xu Hai, I did not violate the confidentiality agreement, I did not do anything against the rules, I just Just got lost."

"Ha ha."

An unmistakable voice suddenly appeared in his ear, "It seems that you haven't been fooled yet, at least you know how to make excuses."

"It's you?"

Wang Dazhi tried to avoid the desk lamp by tilting his sore body, "Mr. Chu, you were brought in because of violation of the rules?"

Truman leaned over to help him turn off the switch, "Although I have been fouling, it seems that in this world, no one is qualified to punish me."

"Then why are you here?"

Feeling that his eyes felt better, Wang Dazhi looked at the handsome man who always maintained a decent look no matter what time, and said sourly: "Did you hear about what I did and came to see the joke?"

"No. I just want to see how the blood flowing from your body is different from those of those people."

Truman took out a box of ointment from his pocket and threw it on the table, "But now it seems that it is impossible to distinguish human beings based on the color of blood."

Wang Dazhi stretched his arms, picked up the box and sniffed it, "It smells like medicine, is it for wiping my face?"

He wiped it with his fingers, "It feels cool, and the wound is much more comfortable. Thank you, Mr. Chu."

"Don't thank me."

Truman smiled meaningfully, "Because of that only kindness, every bit of pain you are enduring now is valuable."

As he said, he showed the work card between his fingers, "There is one last cruise ship out of port before dark, take it home. Find your biscuit box, there is a card in it to deliver to Perfect Pictures The bank\bank card for the compensation, the remaining amount is enough for you to move your wife and daughter to another city. Then, forget everything here."

"are you joking?"

Wang Dazhi felt that he must have broken his brain, otherwise how could he have such an unbelievable hallucination, "Who would give a sum of money to a stranger for no reason..."

"Just treat me as kind-hearted."

Truman knocked on the table and pushed the work card over, "Tonight is the deadline, don't miss the time."

After saying this, he walked out of the room, leaving Wang Dazhi with an unfathomable back view.

"Hello, Mr. Chu!"

Wang Dazhi wanted to support the table and stand up, but his legs were too weak to move, so he could only fall back to his seat weakly, "Speak clearly before leaving!"

Inadvertently seeing the open medicine box, he quickly grabbed half of it and wiped it on his head. He didn't try to stand up again until the ointment was absorbed by the skin.

"Is this a magic medicine? Why do I feel that I have more energy in my body?"

Wang Dazhi tried to walk a few steps, and after confirming that he could maintain his balance without support, he left the table. He looked down at the work card he was holding tightly in his hand, "It should work, Mr. Chu is the kind of person who doesn't care about it at first glance. Liar."

Hesitating to open the door, Wang Dazhi secretly glanced outside, but found that although the whole hall was busy, no one noticed him.

Seeing that the electronic clock on the wall had pointed to four o'clock, Wang Dazhi, who was afraid of missing the cruise ship deadline, mustered up the courage to move out against the wall.

On the way to take the shuttle bus around the city, he met several acquaintances, and he was too scared to lift his head. Fortunately, he rushed to the dock without any danger.

It wasn't until he stood at the bow of the boat and smelled the faint fishy smell in the sea breeze that Wang Dazhi threw the work card, which in the eyes of most people, represented infinite glory into the sea, and looked back deeply at the hope that was still shining in the sunset. Star.

He thought that maybe he would never have the chance to meet again in this life.

It's quiet late at night, in a staff residential area.

Xu Hai, who was scolded by his superiors, finally vented his anger on the bar girl, and returned to the temporary residence with unfinished work.

Xu Hai originally lived in a villa area close to the central area, but the troubles caused by those damn demonstrators forced him to move to a single apartment for low-level employees.

Just now in the office, he has already learned from the complaints from his superiors that if he cannot conceive a more eye-catching script or make up for it in time, he may be punished more severely.

"How else can it be?"

Xu Hai gulped down the wine, "Should I live in a single room, or return to the camera and continue to play those perverted killers?"

He hated it in his heart, but facing a strong superior, even if he knew it was not his fault, he could only admit it with a shrunken head.

The only thing that comforts him is that the family has already saved a lot of pension money, and even if he leaves this business, he can spend his old age in style.

Not reconciled to leaving, Xu Hai decided to try again and found the video tape, hoping to find some inspiration from the films he shot in recent years.

Although the size of the two-bedroom apartment is small, Xu Hai still paid for a very high-standard screening room, which is one of the reasons why he feels that he should be treated more favorably by the company than ordinary actors.

The projector was in place, and there was only a little red flame left in the pitch-black auditorium. Xu Hai took a deep breath on his cigarette and pressed the play button in his hand.

Soon, a beautiful picture scroll appeared on the screen.

Blue sky and white clouds, rolling hills, and five young men and women who are traveling.

This is the first cloning film that Xu Hai participated in in his early years. The income was not much, but it allowed him to find another way of life that people yearn for more.

It was through this shooting that Xu Hai confirmed his future path forward, and it was also his source of inspiration.

Through the thin smoke, Xu Hai stared obsessively at one of the slim-waisted beauties with black hair and white skin, and he didn't realize it until the fiery red cigarette burned his skin.

He angrily stubbed out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and wanted to fast-forward to the climax of the film, but he pressed another button by mistake.

The projector and screen flickered, and the light source was turned off at the same time.

"Oh shit!"

Just when Xu Hai swears and gets up to check the equipment, the screen lights up again.

Like a set slideshow, young girls with mutilated bodies and close-ups of their facial features after death are played intermittently on the screen.

Looking at the images that have long been locked in the depths of his memory, Xu Hai's protruding eyeballs almost forgot to turn, "What the hell is this?! Who released these things!"

After realizing that even breaking the remote control would be futile, Xu Hai fiercely pulled the power cord of the projector, "I know, it must be those damned guys, they thought I was not unlucky enough to come up with this way to amuse me !"

The screen went dark in response, and he held up the torn plug in relief, and shouted: "Let's see what tricks you guys are using this time!"

In the quiet auditorium, a whimpering and struggling sound from the dark became more and more prominent.

Xu Hai flipped open the sofa in disbelief, and immediately saw a curled up black figure.

"Mad dog?"

His expression was full of disbelief, "Didn't you leave Perfect Pictures a long time ago, why did you show up at my house?"

Xu Hai thought he had forgotten the name, but when he saw that face, he realized that there are always some memories in life that cannot be erased.

The mad dog whined and yelled a few times, until someone tore off the tape from his mouth and then exclaimed in panic: "There are ghosts! There are ghosts!"

"Stop messing around, okay?"

Xu Hai threw him aside impatiently, "Do you think I won't pursue your trespassing incident by saying this, or do you think the company will let go of people who sneak into the studio?"

"I'm not lying, there really are ghosts!"

The mad dog's pale face was covered with cold sweat, and he repeated incoherently: "They are all dead, you are the last one! They are all dead, you are the last one!"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Xu Hai waved his hand and gave him a slap, "Are you taking drugs again? You are quite courageous. After so many years, you still dare to do this kind of thing in the studio! If it weren't for people discovering that you were taking drugs before shooting , and won’t be kicked out by the company to fend for itself.”

Just as he was thinking of throwing him to the security guard, the screen behind him suddenly emitted a dazzling white light.

"Impossible, the power cord has been unplugged..."

Xu Hai, who was terrified and lost his soul, let go of the hand that was holding the mad dog's collar, and slowly turned to face the screen.

Amid the clicking sound similar to rewinding, the interrupted image reappeared on the screen, and pairs of eyes full of resentment were reflected in the man's sharply contracted pupils.

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