Movie star's apartment

"I'm not a road killer! I didn't kill these people!" The boy looked at the horrifying photos of countless dead people scattered on the table in horror, and said to the police officer on the other side of the inquiry desk, "There must be something wrong!"

The two police officers looked at each other and handed two of the photos to the young man: "Did you kill this couple?"

The boy suddenly stuttered: "No, it's not..."

"We have sufficient evidence to prove that you killed the man. You took the body into the car and dumped it in the wilderness. You have dealt with it very cleanly, but it's a pity that there are still traces left."

The young man cried and said: "It was an accident. I didn't want to kill them. We had a conflict in the garage. I was impulsive..."

"Would you strip the other person's clothes, scratch his face, and burn his fingerprints after killing someone on impulse?" The policeman picked out another photo, "Do you remember this delivery man?"

The boy shook his head and didn't dare to look directly at the photo: "It's not what you think..."

"The way you deal with the corpses after the murders, including putting the corpses in weird poses and using newspaper clippings to spell out the crimes they committed, is exactly the same as the 77th murderer on the road." The police chief knocked on the table and said, "How do you do that? explain?"

In another room separated by glass, the female police officer lowered her head and asked the haggard young man in the wheelchair wearing glasses: "Is that him?"

The young man closed his eyes and nodded, bowed his head and folded his arms, rubbing the arms under the shirt. The female police officer couldn't bear it.When they found the young man on the hill behind the warehouse, he was badly wounded. "Why didn't he kill you?" asked the female police officer.

The young man's Adam's apple moved, and his voice was hoarse: "I witnessed him killing people. He could have killed me, but I told him that I could help him."

"You hacked into the police system twice?"

"Police officer," the young man raised his head. He has thick bangs, but his eyes are surprisingly bright. Because he has been locked up in the warehouse for a long time, he has a green beard on his chin, and his cheeks are thin, but he can still see the beauty in his bones. , "I've confessed everything I know, will I go to jail?"

"Although the black police station system is a big deal, but your situation is special, and you took the initiative to report the case later, we will explain it to the judge as appropriate." The female police officer patted the back of the wheelchair comfortingly.

The young man in the wheelchair smiled weakly, and looked towards the interrogation room behind the glass, his eyes behind the lens were far away.

"Sir, you must believe me!" The boy leaned on the table excitedly, "I killed people, but it was all accidents, I didn't kill these people! I'm not a road killer, it's Calvin..."

"Calvin?" The two police officers looked at each other and smiled, "The hacker who witnessed you murder, was imprisoned by you, and was used by you to fool us? You mean the road killer is a wheelchair, let you Violent disabled people?"

"No! It was Calvin who told me to learn the modus operandi of the road killer, saying that in this way, everything can be pushed to the head of the road killer. He downloaded the file of the road killer 77 from the police station, and then taught me how to disguise as 77 ..."

"How long are you going to lie?!" The police officer finally got impatient, and pushed a stack of documents in front of him, "This is Calvin's testimony. His car was parked on the side of the road when you killed the couple. Witnessing you killing people, you originally planned to kill him to silence him, but later you found out that he was a hacker, so you planned to use him up before killing him. During this period, you kept him imprisoned in the warehouse, and all the injuries on his body were caused by you. wrong?!"

The boy opened his mouth irrefutably.

"You asked him to download and delete the police files for you under your nose, but you didn't expect that when Calvin sneaked into the police network, he deliberately left a distress signal!" The officer said, "You said he taught you how to learn roads Killer 77’s modus operandi is simply ridiculous! 77’s file is top secret in the police station, and Calvin’s level is impossible to sneak into the core database, he only deleted some irrelevant profile files.”

The boy looked at the cold-faced male police officer in bewilderment.

"Don't you understand?" The male police officer pressed his hands on the table and leaned over, "The model of the knife you used to scratch the face of the deceased, and the way you used the knife, including "Time Magazine", "Entertainment Morning Post" and "Ming Pao" published nationwide. It is impossible for him to know the details of these three newspapers for pasting and pasting! How will he teach you?!"

"How is it possible... Calvin is lying! He is lying!" the young man roared, suddenly as if enlightened, he fell on the stool, "We were all deceived...he is the road killer..."

The two male police officers laughed helplessly: "You have not pleaded guilty until now. If you killed the couple by accident and wanted to pretend to be 77, then why did you kill this delivery boy in the same way? Because of impulsiveness?" The male police detective curled his lips in disgust, "It is impulsive, the highway killer can't restrain the urge to kill, when you killed this delivery boy, Calvin was on the hill behind the warehouse, even if his The disability is faked and he has a perfect alibi! Because we are the witnesses!"

The young man's face was ashen, knowing that everything was over now.When he killed the takeaway boy who passed by the warehouse with a guilty conscience and skillfully disguised himself as the road killer, it was impossible for him to climb out of this trap again.

In the next room, the wheelchair youth coughed violently. The female police officer asked "Are you okay?" Calvin covered his mouth with his fist and said, "If there is nothing else I want to ask, can I go now?"

"Of course." The female police officer nodded, opened the door and called a young man to take Calvin out.

Being helped into the taxi, the wheelchair youth leaned against the back seat, and the driver started the car.

The traffic radio reported that Road Killer 77 was arrested yesterday, and the driver sighed: "It's finally peaceful."

"Yes." The young man took off his glasses, lifted his thick bangs, and the hollowness and distance in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a grim smile.

A month later.

In the middle of the night, a middle-aged police detective in his 40s was buried alone in a pile of files.

"Uncle Hua, this case is already closed, why are you still looking at it?" Intern Police Officer Xiao Zhang passed by, "Don't blame me for talking too much, this case has long been out of your responsibility, it would be bad if Arthur and the others saw it. "

The middle-aged police detective took off his glasses and rubbed between his eyebrows: "It's okay, I'll just take a look, I just think it's a little strange."

"What's the matter? Everyone was shot." Xiao Zhang said, "Do you think he is innocent?"

"I don't think he's innocent, I just think...it doesn't look like a road killer in the city of a boy who has just turned [-]." To be exact, the teenager was not yet full when he committed the crime, but due to the pressure of public opinion, he was still sentenced got the death penalty.

"Children nowadays are very precocious. Physically speaking, he is fully capable of killing people and disposing of corpses. Look at how Calvin was tortured by him. That guy is a devil at all!" Xiao Zhang said.

Uncle Hua didn't speak, looked at the name on the testimony file, and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Zhang, is this Calvin really disabled?"

"That's still fake," Xiao Zhang said with a smile, "After I rescued him, Brother Luo and I sent him to the hospital. The doctor also took CT when he was dealing with the trauma. He has been paralyzed for six years, and his nerves are necrotic. Impossible to stand, totally unresponsive to the knee-jerk test. What, you really suspect he's a road killer?"

Uncle Hua looked puzzled: "Then how can he still drive?"

"There are special vehicles for the disabled. There is a joystick under the steering wheel, and it can be driven without the foot brake."

The old detective finally closed the file: "Maybe I was thinking too much."

Two people, one old and one young, walked out of the police station. It was drizzling in the winter night. They held an umbrella and chatted as they walked towards the subway station: "By the way, Xiao Zhang, you are in IT. Is there anyone who can leave no trace?" How about hacking into the police system?”

"That must be Mitnick's level."

"What Nick?"

"Uncle Hua, you are out of date haha..."

When the two walked to the station, the cell phone rang suddenly. Uncle Hua was a little surprised when he saw that it was the chief of the bureau.

On National Highway 77.

Wearing a plaid shirt, the gentle man helped the young man with disabled legs to the passenger seat, and also thoughtfully helped to fasten the seat belt.

"Thank you." Calvin smiled.

"Can disabled people drive?" the man in the shirt asked.

"There is a special vehicle for the handicapped," Calvin replied.There was a strong smell of perfume in the carriage, and he looked back at the back seat. There were three newspapers on the back seat, one of which was titled "Entertainment Morning Post".

"It's a pity that TAKEFIVE disbanded." He pouted regretfully.

"Ah?" The man was a little surprised, "What did you just say to disband?"

"It's nothing." Calvin smiled faintly, looking at the wipers going back and forth on the windshield, "With such heavy rain, no car on the road is willing to stop. I finally waited for you."

The man smiled lightly when he heard the words: "How did your legs become like this?"

"A childhood accident."

The man saw that the other party didn't seem to want to talk, so he changed the subject: "What do you do?"

"I'm a hacker."

"Hackers are illegal." The man laughed.

A police car roared past, and the flashing lights reflected a pair of eyes smiling deeply under the lens: "I only follow my own justice."

Snapped.The screen is completely black.

Qin Xiu looked at the screen that was turned off, but still couldn't recover.This is only a preliminary director's cut version, which has not yet added the credits and is longer than the expected release version.Director Feng looked at the handsome young man who was distracted beside him. The editing room was very dark, and the fluorescent light from the screen was projected on Qin Xiu's face. It was as if he saw that young man in a wheelchair wearing glasses again with an unpredictable expression.

"How do you feel?" Director Feng asked.

Qin Xiu seems to have just withdrawn his thoughts: "...I can't believe I took the picture."

"This character has a black hole-like attraction, very mysterious, and your performance is wonderful." Director Feng said with praise, and handed the instant coffee to Qin Xiu, "Why did you come here to watch us edit? ?”

The post-editing has nothing to do with the actors, and many actors don't see the finished film until the film is released.There are very few actors like Qin Xiu who take the time to watch the editing.Directors and editors don't want actors to be present, because the length of the shooting must be much longer than the finished film, and many scenes of actors will be cut.But Qin Xiu was very humble and polite, and he also loved this amazingly talented new-generation actor during the filming process, so he didn't have the heart to refuse.

Qin Xiu came every day for a week. When watching the clips, he was serious and quiet, never expressing any opinions, and sometimes it seemed as if he didn't exist.So today the first version of the director's cut came out, and he, the director, took the initiative to call Qin Xiu to watch it.

"I want to know how directors cut out a film." Qin Xiu pondered, and finally smiled, "Thank you Director Feng, I have benefited a lot these days."

"What? Are you interested in being a director?" Director Feng sipped his coffee and raised his eyebrows with a smile. This young man has only just made his second big-screen work, and he just wants to steal a teacher and become a director. He is too ambitious. It's big.

"Maybe if I have a chance in the future, but right now I just want to be a good actor." Having said this, he paused and frowned and asked, "Director Feng, is it true that only directing is art?"

Director Feng was surprised when asked: "Why do you say that?"

Qin Xiu held the coffee cup, but didn't take a sip: "My father doesn't approve of me being an actor. In his eyes, only being a director is art, and actors are just props in the hands of the director."

Director Feng glanced at the confused young man: "What do you think?"

"I think what he said is wrong." Qin Xiu raised his eyes to look at the director, "but I don't know what's wrong."

Director Feng smiled and took a sip of coffee: "You are a student of acting, so you should be familiar with the origin of ancient Greek tragedy. There was only one actor on the earliest tragedy stage, and then Aeschylus introduced the second actor. Sophocles brought in a third actor. Directing is a profession that can only be developed when the scale of the theater is enlarged. This is undoubtedly a great art, but it is also an art based on performance." Speaking of self-mockery Smiling, "I used to have a sense of superiority over directors over actors, until later I started directing more and more films and got in touch with more and more actors. It is true that many actors are just props, but some actors are just props. Cao He, Huang Zhenzhen, and of course An Jiamian, who can become the soul of my play, are all outstanding artists in my eyes. I can’t imagine what my film would be like without them.” Director Feng said , "Performance is the oldest and greatest art." Finally, he patted Qin Xiu on the shoulder, "One day your father will understand."

When Qin Xiu walked out of the editing studio, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon, and the phone rang suddenly and lifelessly: "I want the princess to hug you too, the school belle!"

For a moment, all the people coming and going in the lobby of the commercial building cast their wonderful eyes.Qin Xiu stared at the phone call with wide eyes, his face turned dark, when did this guy set the phone call to look like this? !

Putting the phone into the pocket of the jacket without changing his face, he walked all the way outside the gate before answering the phone angrily: "What are you doing!"

"Qin Xiu, I'm getting off the plane! The wrap-up banquet at the Holiday Inn at seven o'clock tonight will end before nine o'clock, so come over here!" Big Curly said on the other end of the phone, with the background still mixed with The announcement of the airport and the sound of the wheels of the suitcase.

"Don't go!"

The other end of the phone was stunned, as if he hadn't figured out the situation, and said flatteringly: "I just want to see you soon, and by the way, I even brought you a gift!"

"What gift?" Qin Xiu was annoyed when he thought of the ringing of the phone call in broad daylight and in public, "Bikini swimsuit?"

"What are you thinking about?" Shen Che chuckled, "I saw that your hair is a bit long, so I bought you a scrunchie..."

hair?lock up?Qin Xiu's eyes widened in disbelief, while Shen Che was still chattering about something handmade that complements your hair color, his voice sank: "Really, I bought you a gift too."

The other party was very pleasantly surprised: "Really, what? Don't be so good..."

You still despise Zhenzhi stick, don't you?Qin Xiu wished he could put a dozen truth sticks in this guy's mouth.There was a nice-looking pet shop across the street. He took down his phone and snorted coldly into the microphone: "I'll find out when the time comes." Then he poked his finger and hung up the phone.