Senior Superstar

"Hey! Shixin!"

On the set, Li Shixin was like a firefly in the dark, definitely the one that attracted the most attention.

Just outside the booth, a group of old fans discovered their idols.

It doesn't matter if you don't pay attention, Li Shixin, who has put on makeup, is wearing a pure white prison uniform, and his jet-black hair is combed neatly behind his head. He is obviously dressed as a prisoner, but he is surrounded by the main creators of the crew, including the director and photographer.

This kind of contrast is something that everyone takes a second look at.

After explaining the key points of the next scene to the photographer, Li Shixin put down the script and smiled at a group of old fans, signaling the scene manager to let them in.

"Why are you here so early? Have you guys had lunch yet?"

"Hey! Don't tell me, I ate three arm-long crayfish for lunch!"

Mr. Liu Feng laughed, and made an exaggerated size comparison with his hands.

"Hey! Good guy."

Seeing Mr. Liu Feng's thin body, Li Shixin narrowed his eyes slightly, "Can you bear this appetite?"

"Still talking!"

On the side, Wu was obviously quite helpless.

"It's not about coming to the crew to watch your filming. We originally planned to have a casual meal outside, so we couldn't afford it. When it comes time to choose a restaurant, it's a good thing. Brother Feng saw a cafeteria called 'Old Soldier', and saw There are photos and souvenirs of the Korean War in the house, and he wants to eat there. He ate three Australian lobsters alone, and ate two plates of steak by himself, which made the boss's eyes green! At the end, the waiter Standing in front of us, he stared at people. Just like that, he forced his grandson to eat another plate of abalone!"

"belch!"

Amid Li Shixin's wry smile, Mr. Liu Feng patted his stomach under the old military uniform.

"It's the old teeth and the loss of appetite. Twenty years ago, I have to eat him for two months, and eat him yellow!"

okay.

Li Shixin shook his head, and looked at Zhao Jinzhi.

"coming?"

Seeing the weird expression on Li Shixin's face that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, Zhao Jinzhi gave him a gouging look.

"When does the afternoon scene start filming?"

"Immediately. Isn't this ready? The blood plasma has just been taken out of the refrigerator, and it will melt when it is warmed up."

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The prop master at the scene was indeed holding bags of artificial plasma and drying them in the sun, Zhao Jinzhi let out a long breath.

"It's bloody. I really don't understand you. Even if you play a gangster, it's better than an ogre."

Smiling at Zhao Jinzhi, Li Shixin made a gesture of convenience to the old fans, turned around and returned to the set.

When it comes to talking, everyone in the crew is almost ready.

After making sure that Li Shixin and the other extras were ready, Griff walked behind the camera monitor and raised the script in his hand high.

"Act 6, three scenes, one shot, get ready. Ike God!"

With a command, the prop turned on a tape recorder on the set to play.

With the soothing and gentle piano performance of the Goldberg Variations, Li Shixin on the set closed his eyes deeply.

This scene is about Hannibal's escape from prison.

But the scene started with the appearance of the two.

Amidst the soothing sound of the piano, the two came vigilantly with what appeared to be a sumptuous dinner.

In front of them was a prison shaped like a birdcage.

Inside, a man in prison uniform was sitting upright behind the gauze curtain. The light and shadow hit the curtain, making the man a little blurry and unreal.

"Come when you're ready, doctor."

The agent with the tray yelled.

"Please wait a moment."

The man behind the curtain seemed to be intoxicated by the music, returning gracefully and lowly.

It was clear that the two agents were a bit upset about the prisoner's airs.

Looking at the tape recorder in the prison, one of the detectives put the dinner plate in front of the cage in dissatisfaction.

"This son of a bitch wants a second meal in the evening. Raw lamb chops."

Facing the complaints from his colleagues, another detective took out his baton and police spray, and joked vigilantly;

"I don't know what he eats for breakfast. A dead body in the zoo?"

Amidst the sneer, the lips of the man behind the curtain moved.

A short piece of metal, which seemed to be a part of a pen, appeared near his lips.

Following the rhythm of the piano, he slowly held the metal piece in his hand, and then he slowly got up, and walked from behind the curtain to the iron cage.

Looking at the two vigilant police officers, he showed an elegant and charming smile. That smile was not like any prisoner would treat an agent.

No hatred, no resentment, not even hostility.

It's more like the owner of an ancient castle who only shows it when facing the guests.

Be courteous and easygoing.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

But in the face of his elegance, the two agents obviously did not buy it.

"Okay doctor, stop talking nonsense and squat down."

"You know, it's the same procedure as before."

The man didn't have any doubts about the agent's request. He walked towards the fence silently, turned around, and stretched out the cage with his hands behind his back.

"Agent Pang, I'm ready."

Faced with his cooperation, the detective holding the handcuffs was obviously satisfied, and he immediately stepped forward and handcuffed the man's hands.

After double-checking to make sure he was handcuffed, he nodded to his partner beside him.

The latter took out the key from his waist and opened the cell door.

off the field.

Looking at Hannibal played by Li Shixin, a group of old fans are a little confused.

The difference in cultural background made them somewhat unable to understand the plot.

"The prisoner played by Shixin is too good. How can you have extra meals at night? Is this the prison in the United States?"

Zhang Yaozhong hissed, his face full of confusion.

On the side, Zhang Weiyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, hummed.

"What's wrong! I have to eat two meals at night, and I have to eat lamb chops. Is it okay to be a picky eater? That's it, it has been reformed for him in China."

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On the side, Zhou Yi, who was chatting with the crew on the set, twitched her lips when she heard a group of old fans talking.

On the set, Hannibal's escape plan is still going on;

Watching the two agents walk in, the man's eyes flickered undetectably.

Just as the detective carrying the tray was about to put the dinner on the table, he suddenly spoke.

"Please don't stain those paintings, thank you."

At his polite request, the detective reluctantly picked up the dinner plate that was about to be placed on the table. After searching for a while, he could only squat down and put the dinner plate beside the man—it seemed to be the only place in the cage suitable for putting down the dinner plate.

However, at the moment he just put the dinner plate on the ground, a cold light flashed.

Wipe across!

The shiny handcuffs tightly locked his wrist, which was still holding the edge of the dinner plate!

The sudden appearance of the handcuffs on the wrists caused the agent to fall into a brief consternation.

He didn't react until he raised his head in panic and saw the mocking face that was close at hand.

"Ah Pang, be careful! He's handcuffed me!"

Following his exclamation, the detective outside the cage immediately raised his head.

After discovering that his companion had been restrained, he subconsciously rushed over.

But when he stepped into the cell door, the man kicked the half-open cell door, and caught the detective who had just entered halfway between the door!

"FK!"

Cursing angrily, the detective pulled out his baton from his waist.

But before he opened the cell door again, a white figure stood in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, there was a bloody mouth like a beast eating.

"ah!"

A scream, accompanied by the frightened and dilated pupils of the detective named "Pang", resounded through the prison.

In a cage.

Watching the man clamp down on his colleague like a lion eating, tearing off a piece of flesh from his face, and subduing him with spray while wailing, another agent opened his eyes wide.

"My God! My God!"

He panicked and tremblingly took out the key at his waist, trying to untie the handcuffs that bound him.

But the violent trembling couldn't make him make fine movements.

In great contrast to him was the man who had already dealt with the agent.

His mouth was covered with blood, but he still kept a calm and kind smile on his face.

"No, No!"

Watching the figure pick up the baton on the ground and slowly walk towards him to the rhythm of the piano playing, the agent's key fell to the ground.

Boom!

A muffled sound ended the screaming.

In the blood all over the ground, the man deeply closed his eyes.

The blood-stained hands danced slowly to the rhythm of the Goldberg Variations.

"Oh God"

It wasn't until a faint moan broke the rhythm that he came back to his senses.

After searching around, he gracefully bent down and picked up a Swiss Army knife on the ground, smiling and looking at the agent who had lost all ability to resist.

"Come here when you're ready, Agent Pang."

On the set, Li Shixin smiled and looked at the camera.

Outside the set, all the staff and old fans covered their mouths.

At this moment, they only felt a deep-seated fear pressing down on them.

At this moment, they felt that what they were looking at was definitely not a human being.

Nor is it a beast.

It's a person who walks in the world, people who can't resist after seeing him, just want to kneel down under him and ask for forgiveness and pardon

Cthulhu!