muscle actor

Chapter 22
In the next two days, I will go to the studio to observe in the morning, so as to get a better indirect plot.Come back in the afternoon to train two emotions, maybe because of anger, the progress of shuddering is faster than being dumbfounded.

Long-term training makes the muscles more flexible, and they have gradually adapted to different muscle groups. The control is getting stronger and stronger, and there is a sense of ease.

Every time I face the mirror after training, a kind of self-confidence arises in my heart for no reason. It has nothing to do with money or status, and it is purely due to the control over the body.

"166 games, the first act!"

Ding Yong brought the female police officer He Jia to the logistics center. After several inquiries, he found the deepest warehouse. It looked very dilapidated and was a forgotten corner where discarded items were piled up.

He yelled a few times at the door, but no one answered.I could only push open the door, walk into the dark and damp warehouse, and saw a figure who was sorting the goods.

"Excuse me, is Hu Haiyang here?"

Ding Yong yelled a few times, seeing that the other party didn't respond at all, he exchanged a glance with He Jia.Vigilance walked behind him and patted his shoulder hard.

The opponent froze, stopped what he was doing, and turned his head slowly. His movements were very slow, especially his neck, which was like a rusty bearing, which was very uncomfortable.

He Jia looked at the man in front of him, his whole body was covered in black, with a hat on his head, and his face was covered by a huge mask, so he couldn't see his face at all.Only one pair of eyes is exposed.

Those are a pair of indescribable eyes...

It is bleak, full of death and despair, like a desert that was abandoned and dried up thousands of years ago, without any life!

Ding Yong was also secretly startled, but his expression did not change at all. He stared at the other party and said in a deep voice, "You are Hu Haiyang?"

Hu Haiyang looked at Ding Yong blankly, remained silent for a moment, slowly shook his head, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Hu Haiyang is dead. My name is Zhu Ping'an."

Ding Yong and He Jia looked at each other. As the only survivor of the tragedy that year, no matter who faced the hellish torture of the moon killer, he could understand the huge trauma.

The tone was deliberately calm, and he said softly: "Don't be nervous, we are the police, and I just asked you about something today."

Ding Cheng remained expressionless and remained dumbfounded, as if the outside world had nothing to do with him, just standing quietly.

Ding Yong took a deep breath. If he had the choice, he would not want to provoke this poor victim again, but he had no choice but to harden his heart and whisper: "Do you still remember the moon killer back then?"

As soon as the words fell, Ding Cheng's whole body shook, as if he had been pierced by something instantly, and his muscles kept trembling, becoming more and more intense...

Originally dull eyes, like stagnant water being thrown into a huge meteorite, instantly set off a turbulent wave, turned shuddering, bone-chilling cold air rushed from the soles of the feet to the forehead!

Xu Yinghua hurriedly asked the camera to take a close-up. Even with a mask on and other expressions invisible, with only those eyes, he completed a huge transformation from the character in an instant.

wonderful!

Rao Ding Yong was well-informed, and he was a little lost for a moment, forgetting to say his lines.Fortunately, He Jia was clever, and quickly interjected: "Don't be afraid, this is our Captain Ding, who is responsible for tracking down the murderer. He will definitely not escape this time!"

Ding Yong took a deep breath, recovered his senses and said, "We are here this time..."

"He still appeared?" Ding Cheng suddenly interrupted the other party, his voice concealed a huge fear that could not be suppressed, his body was like a fish out of water, facing the threat of death every second...

Ding Yong once again looked at the young man in front of him with admiration. The last time he had a feeling that he was evenly matched in the play, he didn't expect that in just a few days, he would have the illusion that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm?
Acting is similar to fighting a war and falling in love. When two people stand in front of the camera, there must be a distinction between strong and weak.Whoever enters the play quickly, who has a strong aura, and who can understand the role thoroughly, will dominate.

Xu Yinghua could naturally see the obvious change, so he didn't care to be surprised, and quickly changed the angle of the No. [-] camera, parallel to the two, focusing on this rivalry scene.

Ding Cheng stared at the captain of the criminal police in front of him, his eyes were full of scrutiny, he shook his head for a long time, his tone full of helplessness, and said in a low voice: "You will never be caught!"

"You..." When He Jia heard this, some sympathy disappeared in an instant, and he couldn't help but blurted out: "How can you say such a thing? He is the murderer who tortured you!"

Ding Yong waved his hand, straightened his body, and said seriously for the first time: "I understand how you feel, but catching the criminal is our job. As a witness, I ask you to cooperate!"

I don't know if this sentence touched Ding Cheng. He slowly raised his hand and took off the mask on his face little by little. The camera took a close-up. No one could describe how terrifying this face was!
Countless scars, twisted and tangled together, like ferocious centipedes...

The broken facial features are like rotten rag dolls that are discarded casually...

Especially on the forehead, a strange symbol, deeply imprinted, like an ancient slave, whose life is worthless and slaughtered like cattle and sheep.

Not only He Jia, but also Ding Yong was also shocked. This was the first time he saw Ding Cheng wearing makeup. Although he knew he was disfigured, this was too...

The corners of Ding Cheng's mouth twitched slightly, and the hairs on his whole face stood on end like a centipede crawling over him. He said calmly, "This is the masterpiece left by the murderer you want to arrest. How about it?"

Then he lifted up his sleeves, tore open his shirt, and there were shocking people everywhere, forcing him to ask, "It's a total of 36 knives!"

"I will never forget the experience of that day in my life..."

"You know what it's like to wake up from a nightmare every day?"

"Hu Haiyang is dead, I just wish him peace now..."

"Why are you still looking for me?"

"Is there something wrong with being alive?"

"Can you let me go!"

The hoarse questioning one after another made Ding Yong speechless like a violent attack, and his heart felt depressed for a while. The police uniform that he was proud of suddenly became heavy. Facing the victim's persecution, did he have the urge to escape?
"Crack!"

Xu Yinghua yelled to stop, frowned, came to the two of them, and said with a smile: "Good acting, isn't the special effect this time good?"

Ding Yong understood that this was a step given by others, and he had obviously lost the chain just now, so he adjusted his emotions and said: "I was really shocked at the first sight, good guy, it was shocking enough."

Ding Cheng curled his lips inwardly, talking nonsense, his butt hurts from sitting up until [-] o'clock in the morning.Now I have personally experienced the difficulty of special effects scenes. I put fake skin on my face, and I don’t know how long it will take to wash it off with all kinds of pungent potions?
Fortunately, I am not a young person who relies on his face to make a living, otherwise...

(End of this chapter)