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

"anyone there……"

The feeble shouting and continuous beating made the guard on duty startled.

He was in a half-dream and half-awake state, so he couldn't help but slowly opened his eyes and poked his head out.

Then...he screamed out in fright!

Outside the empty police station, a young man covered in blood stood quietly not far from him.

In the icy cold wind, he was wearing a thin shirt, the blood stains on the shirt had dried, but the most shocking thing was his eyes...

——No, it can no longer be said to be the eyes.

Where there should have been eyeballs, only a black hole remained.

His eyelids could still blink.

It's like the legendary... ghost.

"Ghost... ghost ah ah!!!"

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The silent boy was unwilling to say anything.

After the initial diagnosis, the doctor who had a good relationship with Tsuruga Lian gave a very high evaluation of the perverted method.

"Very neat and exquisite suture technique, during the process of removing the eyeball, his speed must be very fast..."

The doctor took off his mask and said to the young captain of the criminal police with a serious expression.

"His technique is very subtle - I suspect that his job should also have something to do with doctors."

"This boy... is the only victim of that man who survived."

Tsuruga Lian straightened her police uniform, lightly touched the glass with her right hand, and looked at the young man in the ward.

The light-haired boy's wound had already been wrapped with layers of gauze, so it was hard to see his expression clearly.

"That man, why did you let him go?"

"Is he trying to use this... to convey some message?"

Tsuruga Ren frowned tightly.

"Captain, the biggest problem is... this boy is unwilling to say anything, whether it's about the criminal's appearance or other expressions, he doesn't say a word."

The subordinate at the side also opened the file and said.

"This is really troublesome..."

Tsuruga thought for a while, and finally they left.At this moment, the lips of the young man in the ward moved slightly.

He said as if bewitched by a demon——

"—I am willing to be imprisoned by him."

"—I was imprisoned by him for a lifetime..."

His voice was too soft, as if he had given all his... loyalty.

…………

at Tokyo University of the Arts.

The boy with slightly longer hair walked slowly into a showroom.

There was a weird smile on his face, as if he was a fanatical admirer of art, carefully admiring these works of art.

Although he was just a freshman in his freshman year, the professor was full of praise for his excellent carving skills and his life-like artwork, so the professor specially opened an exhibition room for him.

And this exhibition room, only a small number of people from the art department can enter.

"Hanyu-san, is this a new work?"

A good-looking girl looks at a test tube in his hand.

The boy squinted at the girl, and carefully placed the test tube on the top of the display case.

"Ah."

There was a faint smile in his voice.

"new,

work. "

——And in that test tube, there were...a pair of hideous eyes!

Girls from the art department are always very courageous. She seemed to want to stand on tiptoe to take a closer look, but was stopped by a force.

The boy grabbed her by the hand.

"Don't look, it will scare you."

The black-haired boy raised his eyebrows. His bangs were too long and would cover his eyes, but at such a close distance, the girl could see the lingering colors in the corners of his eyes through the thin gap.

——beautiful.

Her face turned red all of a sudden.

"Thank you..." The girl's voice was a little shy, "I think Hanyu... is a very gentle person."

The corners of the black-haired boy's mouth kept rising.

The way he looked at the girl seemed to be looking at something inside her body carefully through her surface.

——Yes... I have always been very tolerant of collectibles.

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After filming the first 1/3 of the film, Song Yiran wiped his hair in the hotel, looked at the script in his hand, and fell into deep thought.

It's already deep winter, and it's during the winter vacation, so Song Yiran didn't need to ask for leave from school specifically to make this movie.

He didn't even tell everyone in Seirin about this, except for the Kagami who shared the rent, I knew something vaguely, and the others didn't know it at all.

--how to say?He still doesn't want to enter the entertainment industry. He plans to finish this movie and stop getting involved in anything related to the entertainment industry.

Apart from the trivial interest and admiration for Mr. Santiao, Song Yiran felt that after this experience, it was almost time to stop.

——Acting is indeed a good experience, but it is not suitable as a job.

He took the towel off his head, and his smooth black hair hung down slightly.

The previous plot has been filmed, and the next focus is on the police officer played by Tsuruga Ren to uncover Hanyu Takuya's secret step by step, and the plot of confronting Hanyu Takuya.

It has to be said that Hanyu Takuya is a criminal genius with a high IQ in the script, and, compared to those criminals who only want to satisfy their inner violent interests, he still has some unknown secrets...

This move is used in many movies, commonly known as reversal.

but……

Song Yiran flipped through the script, Hanyu Takuya's ending is destined to be a tragedy.

How can I play this role unforgettable?

How can the audience have some different emotions besides the physical disgust of the evil deeds of this character?

——That is bound to... add a little charisma to this character.

If a perverted killer has an extremely ugly appearance and wretched personality, even if he has any difficulties, even if he has done some righteous things in a sense, people will only feel disgusted by him.

"If he has a perfect appearance and elegant demeanor, let's not talk about whether the audience will forgive him, but there must be someone who subconsciously moved his heart."

A voice came slowly from the other side of the door.

Leaning against the door frame of the hotel, the man in a dark blue bathrobe looked at Song Yiran.

"Why didn't you close the door?"

Song Yiran glanced at him and covered the script.

"Because I have a hunch that you will come today."

The dark-haired boy raised his eyebrows.

After a dozen more scenes, the climax of the show will be ushered in.

Although it sounds a bit early to play against him now, Song Yiran felt that according to Dun Helian's extremely strict character, it is still very possible to come back to play against him tonight. After all, Song Yiran will not have many scenes tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

"very smart."

A smile flashed across Tsuruga Ren's eyes.

A man in a dark blue bathrobe came in, closed the door, and sat on a sofa not far from Song Yiran.

They discussed the script a little bit.

Under this soft light, Song Yiran's bangs that were slightly longer than those on the set were cleaned up again, revealing those beautiful upturned eyes. At this moment, those eyes She was concentrating on reading the script, and this serious look warmed Tsuruga Lian's heart slightly.

He suddenly had an urge to learn more about Song Yiran's inner understanding of the play.

Although the interpretation on the set can reflect his grasp of the role, Tsuruga Ren wants to know what he thinks in his heart.

"What do you think of Takuya Hanyu's behavior..."

"I'm not going to be like him."

Song Yiran interrupted him with a cold expression.

He couldn't help thinking of the unbearable memories he had in China.

Maybe it was because he let go of his knots on the court and opened the second door of the zone, so his mood changed a little. Now when he recalled this memory, his expression was actually very calm.

People, of course, do change.

"I do hate the scum of society and know that sometimes the law doesn't bring them to justice."

"But I won't be as extreme as Takuya Hanyu."

"There are better punishments than murder..."

Song Yiran's eyelashes drooped slightly, and under the reflection of the warm light, his tone was extremely gentle, unlike Hanyu Takuya's gentleness, his voice didn't sound surly.

Although that's not a good way...But Song Yiran absolutely does not approve of killing people.

Tsuruga Lian looked at him fixedly, her voice softened involuntarily.

"well said."

His fingers slowly moved to the top of Song Yiran's head, stroking his soft hair.

——There is a strange emotion spreading in his chest.