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Chapter 390

Lao Chen does his part in the affairs of the studio, busy with pain and joy.

On Gan Jing's side, he was focused on experiencing the acting feeling he was looking for. This is the only place where he can fully demonstrate his acting skills in the play. Although he doesn't know if he will succeed, he must always try his best.

Good and evil are eternal topics in human society.

After following Mr. Zhou to do public welfare that day, Gan Jing found some kindness from that child, but because of his special body, those children's minds were more serious, and they couldn't completely reproduce what Gan Jing wanted.

While thinking and asking Mr. Zhou to continue the activities, he downloaded photos of various criminals from the Internet.

Regarding evil, Gan Jing previously referred to the classic film and television character Hannibal—the cannibal has no psychological burden at all, and he has a mentality of detachment from evil when watching the performance in the film.

Are people the same?No, it's just my taste.

Gan Jing locked himself in the bedroom and carefully substituted Hannibal's personality, but this kind of psychological substitution did not happen overnight. During the process, his own normal personality and Hannibal's personality collided with each other, creating an uneasy relationship. good result.

"vomit…"

Gan Jing came out of the bathroom again, feeling extremely weak.

During the two days of trying, he was physically and mentally bumped and tortured.

"Twolegs, are you okay?" Apart from playing with the dog, he also cared about Forrest Gump.

Gan Jing wiped his mouth with a napkin and sighed: "It's all right. You play with yourself."

Seeing that Gouzi was really going to play games, Gan Jing called out to him again: "Hey! You are really going to play games! Do you have a conscience!"

Gouzi glanced at him inexplicably: "Didn't you let me play because you said it's okay?"

Gan Jing supported the wall and shook his head: "Forget it, let's play."

Gouzi circled A-Gump twice, and muttered, "Two-legged beasts are so strange and fickle."

After taking a few breaths, Gan Jing rubbed his stomach, and walked back to the bed, which was full of materials.

Constructing the personality of a virtual character is not only based on imagination, but also requires his background and data. The character of Hannibal is not real, but he has his own prototype character.

It is generally believed that when the author of the novel created Hannibal, he was based on the three psycho killers Andre Chikatilo, Jeffrey Lionel Dahmer, and Henry Howard Holmes.

Gan Jing naturally referred to these three people when analyzing and constructing personality.

However, if you don't check, you don't know, and if you check it in detail, you will feel nauseous—especially Gan Jing still imagines that he is those killers.

After another two days, Zhou Xun was startled when he saw Gan Jing.

"A-Gump, why do you look so bad?" Zhou Xun asked with some concern.

Gan Jing waved his hand, got into the nanny's car first, and then took a sip of the tea in the thermos cup he carried with him: "It's okay, I'm studying the scene, I'm a little bit involved."

Zhou Xun sat next to him, and said with concern: "Pay attention to your body, the character should not be too involved, otherwise it will be difficult to get out."

"Yeah." Gan Jing didn't want to talk much.

Sensing that there was something wrong with his silence, Zhou Xun turned his eyes and said without words: "The weather in the capital these two days is good, much better than before."

"En." Gan Jing took another sip of water.

"Longmen's box office has been good recently." Mr. Zhou took out a bottle of red wine from the small freezer in the nanny's car, "Come, let's have a drink to celebrate?"

Gan Jing hesitated for a moment: "Isn't it good to go to activities with the smell of alcohol?"

"It's okay, just drink a little." Mr. Zhou poured two glasses and handed over one.

Gan Jing took it, sniffed the smell of wine, and suddenly remembered the evil deeds of those characters in his mind, and retched for a while.

"vomit…"

Zhou Xun put down the goblet in his hand, patted Gan Jing's back lightly, and said worriedly: "You are not right, is there something wrong with your body? Go to the hospital to have a look."

Gan Jing bent over and said in a low voice: "It's nothing, just a little nausea."

"Go to the hospital." Zhou Xun ignored him and raised his voice to order the driver.

"No! There are still activities to do today!" Gan Jing frowned.

Zhou Xun shook his head, turned to his assistant and said, "Put off the call for a day. We have an extra 100 million for this sponsorship as an apology. It's all for charity anyway."

The assistant immediately took out the phone and called.

Gan Jing suppressed the feeling of nausea, and laughed at himself: "It will cost me an extra million if I vomit, so I should vomit more."

Zhou Xun nodded: "Yes. This is much better than a big star dying in a charity event."

After taking a sip of hot water, the feeling in his stomach became much better. Gan Jing took a few deep breaths: "Go as usual, I'm really fine."

Curling his lips, Zhou Xun said, "This is my car, not yours. Listen to me, not yours."

The nanny car turned around and headed straight for the hospital.

Gan Jing was a little confused, he knew his own affairs, and his health was fine, but no matter how he said it, Zhou Xun was determined to take him to the hospital.

The assistant silently made an appointment for the specialist outpatient clinic, quietly huddled aside like a dog, without saying a word the whole time.

An hour later, the nanny car arrived at the hospital.

The car door opened, and Gan Jing looked at Zhou Xun with eyes that seemed to be able to speak, all of which was full of helplessness.

"Here, here you are." Zhou Xun handed over a big mask, "Put it on, don't get slapped in the face, otherwise I don't know what the reporter will write tomorrow."

Gan Jing sighed, put on the mask resignedly, forget it, just treat it as a routine physical examination.

"Wearing this thing may not be effective." Gan Jing muttered, and then got out of the car.

The sunlight outside the car was a bit dazzling, Gan Jing squinted his eyes, and looked at the pedestrians hurriedly passing by in the hospital.

"Let's go, the reservation is made." Zhou Xun urged from behind, and the assistant followed to guide the direction.

Gan Jing nodded, and walked towards the hospital silently—it was a complete matter, and he didn't expect to end up here when he stepped out of the house.

Just as they were walking in, a family member waiting for the patient was swiping his phone boredly. He had just finished reading a review of "Flying Swords of the Dragon Gate" when he looked up and saw two men and women wearing masks walk by.

Huh?This figure looks familiar.

It is normal to wear a mask in the hospital, but these two people seem to be abnormal.

The family member subconsciously took two photos with his mobile phone, and then suddenly regained consciousness while continuing to wait. The man walking in front seemed to be Zhao Huaian from Longmen!

I just watched "Flying Swords of the Dragon Gate" in the theater the day before yesterday!He is still flying around in the sky!Why did you fly to the hospital today!

You can't read it wrong, right?
Can't go wrong!
This person quickly shared what he had seen and heard on Weibo, and posted the photo, saying that he suspected that he had met A-Gump in the hospital.

Soon, some netizens also confirmed that this was Gan Jing himself based on his figure alone.

However, the matter did not end. Others found that the little man next to him was extremely suspicious of Mr. Zhou!
These two people ran to the hospital to do shit!

Imagination.jpg~!

(End of this chapter)