[Comprehensive] The whole world has a crush on male gods

After seeing Song Yiran's performance, Dun Helian smiled slightly, turned and left.

He suddenly felt relieved about Song Yiran.

Next, it should be his turn to polish his own script.

The plot of the second day is Tsuruga Lian's home game.

In the gray police station, he was wearing a straight police uniform, looking extremely heroic and extraordinary.

——He seemed to symbolize absolute justice.

Tsuruga Ren put the pen in hand on the table.

This is a very serious meeting.

A month ago, there were several serial killings of a very serious nature.

The victims seemed to be unconnected, male and female, and had no similar characteristics, but they were all brutally killed in the end, and their bodies were sent to the gate of the police station by courier.

When the first case happened, the entire police station was in an uproar.

Tsuruga Lian ignored the opinion of the forensic doctor.

He was just looking down at each photo.

——The way of cutting the muscles is extremely perfect, and these criminals have lost part of their organs.

——with vocal cords, palms, and even genitals...

Why would a criminal do such a thing?

Tsuruga Ren was meditating on her own, turning the pen involuntarily.

It can only be said that it is just such an ordinary character, just such a few ordinary movements, but Tsuruga Lian has restrained her usual elegant temperament that is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

——Lonely and upright.

——This is the impression Ren Tsuruga gives to others now.

"Whatever you want to do,

No matter who you are,

i will find you

—and bring you to justice. "

Looking at those photos, Tsuruga Lian said indifferently.

In his eyebrows and eyes, revealed a very strong color of determination.

"Crack!——"

Gui Shenglong yelled and nodded in satisfaction.

If Song Yiran's performance is a very intense publicity, then Dun Helian's performance gives people the impression that the drizzle is moist and silent, and can continuously invade people's hearts.

——It's completely... It won't make people feel out of harmony.

He seems to have truly blended into the background, ignoring all shooting instruments and all irrelevant people.

Song Yiran watched silently from the side, and suddenly an idiom came to mind.

--Back to Basics.

Tsuruga Ren's performance doesn't need to be extravagant anymore. His performance can be said to be watertight, neither too much nor too little, and it's just stuck on one point.

In such a comparison, Song Yiran felt that his interpretation seemed a bit exaggerated.

Ordinary viewers may not feel it, but professionals should be aware of it, although it is only a slight problem.

"Sure enough... I still have a lot to learn."

Song Yiran shook his head and smiled slightly.

Asahina Fudou heard Song Yiran's words and glanced at him.

In fact, he really felt that Song Yiran's performance was already very good.

It's just that Asahina Futo didn't say any compliments, he just snorted coldly, "Yeah, you still have a lot to learn, after all, Senior Atsushi has been in the showbiz for more than ten years, you Now he’s just a rookie.”

Song Yiran: ...

——Why every time I hear what Futo Asahina said, I want to beat him to death?

The black-haired boy sighed and asked, "Fengdou...do you have any opinion on me?"

Asahina Fudou was stunned after hearing Song Yiran's words, and suddenly felt a little bit ashamed and angry.

"Who has a problem with you? You fool! Don't feel too good about yourself!"

Feng Dou glared at him, his expression looked cute, and he ran away immediately.

Song Yiran: ...? ? ?

The black-haired boy held his forehead.

"Okay...then I'll punish you a little when we're filming a rivalry scene later."

Looking at Futo Asahina's back, Song Yiran said that the smile he was showing at this moment had a bit of Takuya Hanyu.

—he's trying to really empathize now, too.

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In that dark room, Futo Asahina's expression was extremely dull.

He no longer knows... how he survived this period of time.

The black-haired boy did not do any substantial harm to him.

Instead, he simply closed his five-day confinement.

——It’s too easy to say that it’s confinement.

——It was complete darkness that cut off everything...

There is no communication whatsoever.

Asahina Futo's eyes were covered with a thick layer of black veil, he could not perceive any existence, and everything around him was absolutely silent.

In addition to being able to vaguely feel that there is a person in the dark, who will peep at him from time to time.

The camera zoomed in, magnifying the faint look of fear on his face.

——This feeling...is too hopeless and uncomfortable.

At first, he could still force himself to be calm, comforting himself in such an environment, and closing his heart, but on the fourth day, Asahina Kazeto faintly felt a little broken.

He even began to miss the black-haired boy who communicated with his origin morbidly.

At least... at that time there was sound.

But now, his eyes were covered, his ears were plugged with plugs, his mouth was stuffed with a gag, and his limbs were tightly bound with thick ropes.

——Several of his sensory systems were blocked.

Asahina Futo suddenly wanted to cry very much.

The character he plays is a teenager who is spoiled by the family, and strictly speaking, he is even a little bit spoiled.

Under such torture, the boy couldn't stand it at all.

When he was on the verge of collapse, he felt a cold hand patting his cheek comfortingly.

This was a touch that should be feared, but Asahina Futo found sadly that he didn't hate such a touch at all.

——On the contrary, he was even a little greedy for such a rare caress.

Asahina Futo's sad discovery, this may be a manifestation of Stockholm.

"The time has not yet come."

That person's voice was already extremely pleasant. In this dark night, all senses were infinitely magnified. Even with such a gloomy tone, Asahina Futo felt it was like the sound of nature.

"In a few days, you'll have a real trial."

It was a whisper like a devil, resounding in the ears of the light-haired boy.

All of a sudden, Futo Asahina's face showed a mixture of panic and another completely different emotion, which looked a little hideous.

This means that, in a sense, the boy's voice has touched the heart of the bound person.

Kisheng Ryuichi who was on the sidelines couldn't help but nodded.

In a sense, Asahina Futo's performance was much better than he imagined.

A great director like him actually has very high requirements for acting skills.

From the beginning, he had some contempt for Asahina Futo, but now he is slowly restraining himself.

Because he has always been displeased with those vase-like idols.

Thinking of this, he fixed his eyes on Song Yiran again.

"No matter how good-looking he is... he is not qualified to be an idol actor if his acting skills are so good."

Even Ryuichi Guisheng, who is usually unsmiling, couldn't help making a joke in his heart, complaining about Song Yiran's almost perverted talent.

After filming some of the captivity sequences, it was time for the main action.

All of a sudden, the lights in the room brightened.Numerous lights were turned on around them.

The black-haired boy's technique was very delicate, he untied the person lying on the bed, and took out all the plugs.While doing these things, he was humming a weird tune, which was creepy.

Seeing the light all of a sudden, Futo Asahina's character couldn't stop coughing, his eyes hurt from the flashing light, and even physical tears came out.

Then, in the blurred light and shadow, Asahina Futo saw the boy sitting above him, brushing back the hair on his forehead, and looked at him closely with those extremely narrow, long and beautiful eyes, which were as cold as reptiles. , reflecting inorganic light.

"What beautiful eyes."

The black-haired boy turned his head sideways, with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.

Asahina Futo was confused for a while before realizing that he was talking about her own eyes, and her expression froze for a while.

“Good appetizers.”

The black-haired boy showed a somewhat excited expression, he licked his lips, his originally pale face finally flushed a little, and finally diluted a little bit of the original loose and gloomy feeling.

"—Such beautiful eyes... Of course they must be dug out, and they should be preserved carefully."