Transmigrated into the Film Emperor’s Death-Seeking Fiance: 45. forty five
Forty-five:
Yan Qingchi and Jiang Mochen didn't chat for too long, they were called by the director to try out the scene and then started filming.
In the quiet room, Yan Qingchi has already entered the role of Meng Luo, sitting on the sofa, looking at the man in front of him, he asked, "Drink water?"
Jiang Mochen, no, it should be He Yu, who is staring at him seriously at this time, with a calm tone, "No need."
Meng Luo just poured himself a glass.
They sat down across the coffee table, Meng Luo's expression was very relaxed, and his voice was pleasant, "Do you have anything to do with me?"
Contrary to him, He Yu had a serious face, "Where were you on the night of September 30?"
"I'm with my classmates."
"Singing?"
"Yes."
"Hongguang Road?"
"Yes."
"Why did you choose such a time to go to the KTV on Hongguang Road to sing?"
"Because it happened to be a holiday on November 1, everyone wanted to relax, and they went there because the KTV was the cheapest."
He Yu raised the corners of his lips, his tone was gentle, but his words were firm, his eyes were sharp, and his expression was a little indifferent, he said, "You are lying."
Meng Luo looked at him in astonishment and innocently, as if he didn't understand why he said that.
His eyes are very clean, reflected in He Yu's eyes, like a spring, He Yu is looked at by his innocent and pure eyes, he can only sigh in his heart: such a young age, his mind is so deep.
He said in a deep voice, "You chose that place only to get close to Xu Jiao."
Xu Jiao was the third deceased.
He looked at Meng Luo, and slowly laid out the evidence he had collected bit by bit.
Meng Luo didn't change his expression when he heard it. He just lowered his head and took a sip of water, and said calmly, "This is just your guess."
He is too calm and calm, but such calm is not normal in itself.
"Before Xu Jiao died, the murderer's skin flakes were left in her nails. You can go back to the game with me to have a test to see if it's the same."
Meng Luo glanced at him, took another sip of water, and said in a calm tone, "What does the same prove?"
"What do you think? Meng Luo."
Meng Luo smiled, his gentle look was very nice, he put down the glass in his hand, with a clear tone, he said, "He Yu, you are very smart, you are smarter than anyone else I have ever met. "
Jiang Mochen clearly felt that Yan Qingchi's temperament had changed.
He looked at him, "Stop pretending?"
Meng Luo still smiled lightly, "It's no fun to pretend anymore, isn't it?"
He leaned back slightly, looked straight at He Yu, his eyes were full of contempt and pride.
That was a different Meng Luo that He Yu had never seen before.
He said, "You're right, I killed her, I killed them."
"You use Zhou Fang as your **** to help you kill people, and at the same time as your umbrella, hiding yourself behind the truth and watching all this quietly. Poor Zhou Fang still feels that, You are just an ignorant and innocent student."
"Yeah, so he is stupid, I don't use him, I'm sorry God sent him to me."
"Why?" He Yu asked him, "Why did you kill your father, isn't he your biological father?"
Meng Luo was silent for a moment when he heard the words. His expression was very quiet, he lowered his head, and his long eyelashes slowly drooped, covering him with a layer of loneliness and melancholy. He sat in a daze for a while, then slowly stood up, his face was expressionless, but it made people feel indifferent and arrogant. He looked at He Yu, then stretched out his hand, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.
His fingers are long and fair, very pretty.
His eyes were calm and unwavering, and then he turned his back and slowly took off the shirt from his shoulders, he didn't take off all of it, but took off half of it, but this was enough to make He Yu astonished,—— On his back, on that pale skin, there were scars all over, scars of different shades caused by different methods.
Meng Luo's voice came into his ears softly and cleanly, "Those children only stayed with them for a year or two, and they became like that. So, what about me who was brought up by him?"
He tilted his head slightly, looked at He Yu, with raised eyebrows and a slight smile, and said, "I, since I was conscious, I have been thinking about a question, why should I live? But later I don’t think so anymore,” his smile deepened, reflected by the sunlight shining through the window, bright and gorgeous, “because,” he said softly, “I began to think, why is he alive?”
He Yu felt as if he had been hit hard for a moment. He looked at the young man in front of him, but at that moment, he didn't say a word.
Meng Luo stood on the spot, buttoned the buttons again silently, turned around to face He Yu, picked up the water glass, and looked down at the policeman in front of him, who represented justice and the rule of law, drinking water , asked gently, "Are you here to catch me?"
He Yu said slowly, "Yes."
"It's not shameful to be arrested by you." He said softly, "It's just that you don't know me too well."
He Yu sensed the danger from these words, he looked at the boy in front of him who had lost his introverted and silent appearance, hiding blood dripping under a gentle smile, suddenly focused his eyes on the glass in his hand, snatched it.
He was not sure, so he asked, "What did you do."
"He Yu," Meng Luo looked at him, his whole body bursting out with the publicity and spirit of a young man. He looked at him with uncontrollable arrogance and contempt in his eyes. Being swayed by others, I have told myself since I was an adult at the age of 18 that I will never let myself be swayed by others.”
He sat down slowly, leaned on the sofa, crossed his legs, and looked like he was in charge of the overall situation.
He Yu approached him, gritted his teeth and asked him, "What did you do? What are you going to do?"
"What do you think?"
He Yu gritted his teeth, and the premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. He reached out and took out his mobile phone to dial 120. However, just as the call was connected, Meng Luo calmly said: "It's useless, there's no time left."
He Yu stretched out his hand and wanted to open his jaw to help him vomit. But it was too late, because Meng Luo had already started to react, his face turned pale and his hands began to tremble.
He Yu stretched out his hand to help him, and said bitterly, "Why are you doing this!"
Meng Luo fell on his arm, his eyes could not be opened anymore, he wanted to say that he was born to despise this world, so he would not let this world humiliate him. He wanted to say that he had read Tagore's words when he was young: Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves. He is destined not to bloom like summer flowers in this life, so he only hopes to wither like autumn leaves.
But he couldn't speak anymore, he closed his eyes, and left this world quietly without struggling.
He Yu looked at the breathless young man in his arms, if he ignored the blood at the corner of his mouth, he would seem to be asleep. At that moment, He Yu had mixed feelings in his heart. He used to feel that this quiet and introverted boy was pitiful, and he also felt that this thoughtful executioner was scary, but now, he closed his eyes forever, and his face was calm, just like his usual It feels the same, so youthful and harmless.
Every loss of life makes He Yu sad. The duty of the police is to save as many lives as possible, not to watch it wither in front of him.
He Yu gently helped him up, put him on the sofa, and then called his team members.
"Cut." Director Wang was very satisfied, "Yan Qingchi, you did a good job."
Yan Qingchi just got up from the sofa, spit out the plasma in his mouth, and smiled at Director Wang, "Thank you Director."
Jiang Mochen was still immersed in the emotions in the play, seeing him sitting up and looking at him with a smile at this moment, he was a little stunned for a moment, but he was stunned.
Because it is focused on shooting the scene of Meng Luojia, the next few scenes are still related to Yan Qingchi. Yan Qingchi looked at the scenes that had been crossed out in his script, and felt that the filming would be concentrated at this pace, and he estimated that it would be finished in a few days. When he thought of this, he felt a little bit reluctant for a moment, and he didn't know whether it was because of this role or certain people.
He was feeling melancholy, so Guan Mei sent a message, telling him that he could wrap up the drama in a week, and after that, he would seamlessly join "Let's Fight!" friend! ", the variety show, and join the crew of "Cotton Candy" in the middle of next month.
Yan Qingchi looked at the words "Cotton Candy" and his hands trembled, "Idol drama?" he asked.
"Yes." Guan Mei replied to him, "IP adaptation, you play the male second, the character design is good, the male lead and you also know each other, old friends."
Yan Qingchi is a little confused now, do you know him? Or an old friend? "Who is it?"
"Wei Lan." Guan Mei was straightforward.
Yan Qingchi was speechless for a moment, he thought for a while, and apart from Jiang Mochen and his own family, he seemed to have known and chatted with Wei Lan only a few times.
"Does Wei Lan know?" He asked.
"I don't know, you can ask him."
Forget it, Yan Qingchi can already imagine what Wei Lan's expression will be when he finds out, he probably will go out laughing with his head up to the sky, put his waist in and tell him Feng Shui turns, you have today too! Come, Yan Qingchi, wash Dad's feet!
So, "Why did you choose this drama?"
"Why else? Of course, it's because this drama can be seen by the naked eye!" Guan Mei analyzed to him, "Now there are only a few people in the circle who can take the lead in selling dramas, and Wei Lan is one of them. This kind of IP adaptation, there are regular book fans, so investors are willing to vote, and TV stations are also willing to buy, and idol dramas are easy to get stars, and it is easy to shape characters, explosive dramas and popular people, don’t you just need popularity now, acting like this is the most suitable .”
Seeing that she had typed such a long string of texts, Yan Qingchi replied, "OK, I got it."
"That's it, I'll pick you up then."
"Okay."
Yan Qingchi put away his phone, deeply feeling that he is really about to finish.
During dinner in the afternoon, Yan Qingchi told Jiang Mochen that he was about to finish the job. Jiang Mochen knew that he was going to finish the job when he told him about the next work arrangement before, but now he said it from Yan Qingchi's mouth. He was inexplicably dazed at the word "killing", and then he said: "It's almost time, you signed this movie in less than a month."
"Guan Mei accepted a variety show and idol drama for me."
"I know, I've seen it."
Yan Qingchi sighed, "I'm not used to suddenly changing places."
Jiang Mochen laughed and said, "Why, can't you bear me?"