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In the bright and spacious hall, the neat and orderly seats are full of people. In the auditorium below the stage, some people hold cameras to take pictures and videos from time to time, some hold microphones and wait quietly, and some hold recording pens. Timely quotes, he (she) are all staring at a row of people sitting on the stage, this is the live press conference of the movie "The Nightmare".

"Mr. Mu, I would like to ask, I heard that you have been in prison, isn't it?" After the organizer introduced the details of the film, a male reporter finally couldn't help but speak.

As soon as these words came out, the scene was extremely quiet, and everyone looked at the person called Mr. Mu in unison.

The man has only two colors, one is skin color, the other is black, black hair, black sunglasses, black shirt, black suit, black leather shoes, few people dare to wear black, he dares, and he wears it well Not bad, not obtrusive, as if black was tailor-made for him.

Black is also a color that people dare not approach.

"Yes." The man in black spoke calmly. The cold voice seemed to come from the distant sky, but it was clearly transmitted to every corner of the room and the ears of everyone present through the microphone.

If there is one, there are two. Others reacted and posted their own questions one after another.

"I heard that you killed someone, is it true?"

"It's been rumored that you didn't finish college, did it?"

"May I ask why you killed someone?"

"Someone said that you were raped in prison, is it true?"

"someone said……"

"..."

The scene was extremely chaotic, and everyone stood up one after another. If the security guards hadn't stopped them, they would have rushed to the podium to ask questions.

"You have so many people asking, which one should I answer?" The man spoke slowly, his voice without any emotion made everyone quiet, sat down again, and listened quietly.

It stands to reason that, as the author, he has authorized his work to Fengcheng Films, and someone will arrange and take charge of the filming and publicity. However, for some unknown reason, his past was pulled out overnight, and through various channels such as the Internet. The spread quickly set off a huge storm in the industry, and the filming company Fengcheng Films must stand up and tell everyone that the author of "Picking Nightmare" must also face his past.

"I know what you want to ask, it's just a few questions." The calm voice remained unchanged in the face of everyone's curious eyes.

"Yes, I killed someone, that person died, I went to jail, life in prison... that's it!"

If it is so peaceful, the tranquility makes people tremble.

"My God, the murderer..."

"Excuse me, what qualifications do you have to sit here? I don't feel any remorse when I hear your voice. How can you talk to us so calmly?"

"You have no regrets?"

"Murderer, get out, the novel you wrote is rubbish, and it's nonsense to actually make it into a movie."

"Get out, get out..."

"..."

The reporters angrily took what they could throw around and threw it on the stage: pens, notebooks, unfinished Kuangquan water bottles...

The security guards stepped forward to stop the crowd who wanted to go forward, and the scene was extremely chaotic.

"Your feelings, I understand...

I am a murderer, indeed... heinous!

I have killed people and been imprisoned, but now in this world, I don't owe anyone, and I don't owe anyone. You... have no right to say, no one. "

Facing the almost out-of-control crowd, he said a few words calmly, and then left the scene without looking back, leaving everyone with a lonely and lonely black back.

Such a calm sentence, still in such a calm tone, made the scene even more chaotic.

"It's too arrogant, it really is someone who killed someone."

"I owe a lesson..."

"It should be locked up for a lifetime, and this kind of person should never be let out."

"The scum of society..."

"Scumbag..."

"..."

Everyone cursed angrily, and strongly accused the man who had no regrets at all.

"Everyone be quiet, listen to me." The magnetic voice sounded, and immediately the excited people stopped cursing and looked at him in unison, waiting for him to give an explanation.

"I chose Mr. Mu's work for a reason, no matter what the box office is, I don't care..."

"Just like what Mr. Mu said, in this world, no one is really qualified to judge his crimes, because he is Mu Feng, the...Mu Feng in "Picking Nightmare"."

……

In a small tidied up room, in front of a dilapidated TV, a man looked at the picture in front of him and sneered, but his thin back was unusually firm, and a very soft murmur sounded in the darkness: "Heh ……There's none?

That would be wrong...

In this world, there is one more person...

Mu Feng, you owe me... I will definitely make your life worse than death. "

The cold words, the oath of hatred, a premeditated plan, gradually opened...

……

In Room E1706 of Zhiye Apartment, the man in a black corset unlocked the lock steadily, closed the door, and took off his shoes. He casually stepped on the black soft carpet with bare feet, walked through the living room, and walked all the way to the bedroom.

The man skillfully picked up the photo frame on the bedside, and stroking the yellowed photo with his slender fingers. The faint moonlight shone into the dark room, which was cold and lonely.